Zhou Xian originally planned to find an inn on the road to rest for a night, and wait until dawn tomorrow to go to Laizhou City. But along the way, he didn't even encounter a single inn, even a dilapidated temple. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Zhou Xian didn't expect it. He found a high and very flat hillside, and was preparing to make do with the night here.

On one side of the hillside is backed by a huge rock, which can withstand some mountain winds. On the other side is a ginkgo tree that is thick with its embrace, with golden leaves on the ground.

Zhou Xian took out his bow from the carriage and asked Chen Feng and the coachman to stay, and he was preparing to cook some wild game. It was getting dark and his vision was not very good. Fortunately, Zhou Xian was lucky and encountered many prey in a row. When it was completely dark, he had already beaten two hares and three pheasants. It seemed that there was meat to eat tonight.

Jinse broke all the game open and completely cleaned it up. Chen Feng and the coachman picked a lot of dry firewood. A group of six people gathered next to the fire, with the smell of barbecue at the tip of their noses, and the chill in the mountains also dispersed.

Chen Feng was roasting the meat, and the old man was helping him. Jinse took out some food from the car. In addition to a basket of apples asked for from the store, there were also some dry cakes. Although the cakes were dry, they were completely different after being roasted in the fire. With the rabbit meat and chicken on the rack, they really had a different flavor.

The coachman was recruited by Zhou Xian from Laiyang. He was a strong man in his thirties and didn't like to talk. He drove the horses all the way, thanking him very hard. After eating a little, he said goodbye to Zhou Xian. He leaned against the big tree, hugged his hands together and went to bed.

Chen Feng and Jinse rarely spend the night in the wild, and they are both worried and excited, but they can't sleep anyway. The old man seemed to be tired, and he hugged his little granddaughter and talked to Zhou Xian all kinds of gossip. The moonlight tilted down, and the firewood burned occasionally making a low voice.

At this moment, Zhou Xian's ears suddenly stood up, and he seemed to hear a horse neighing. He booed everyone, and his ears were pressed against the ground for a while. When he sat up again, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "There are five or six horsemen running towards this side, and half a cup of tea will come."

Everyone's faces changed slightly. Now Laizhou is the most in short supply of bandits. If it were really them, how could the old ones and the young ones here resist?

Zhou Xian asked Chen Feng to wake up the coachman, but he hurried to the side of the carriage. He took off his bow, arrow, spear, and two long swords from it. These were all the weapons at present. He turned to the old man and Jinse, and said, "Dad, you and Jinse will hide behind the stone with your little sister first, and wait until the matter is over before coming out."

After saying that, Zhou Xian reached out and took out his Yangwen dagger from his arms and handed it to Jinse and said, "Hold the protective body."

Although the coachman and Chen Feng had already picked up the long sword placed on the ground, their faces were ugly. Zhou Xian smiled faintly and comforted them, "There are up to six people on the other side. If they are not good intentions, I can kill at least two of them before they arrive. All we need to deal with is four people, and you two are hiding behind the tree. Come out again when I ask you to come out and attack the thief by chance."

The two nodded and turned around and hid behind the tree.

Jinse looked at Zhou Xian worriedly and said, "Second Young Master, you must be careful."

Zhou Xian nodded with a smile and said, "A few little thieves can't do anything to me."

The old man said, "Young Master, I'll stay here to help you! Although I'm not very useful now, one more person will have more effort."

Zhou Xian did not refuse either. He took out the hand gun from his waist and handed it to the old man and said, "Dad, will you use this?"

The old man took the musket and looked at it, and said with a look of surprise: "Is this a musket?"

Zhou Xian nodded and said, "Dad hid in the carriage. If a thief wants to go over, just shoot it. Within ten feet, you will either die or be injured."

Zhou Xian extinguished the flames, hid behind a stone, and looked forward with a steady attitude.

It was mid-April, and the moonlight was bright. Zhou Xian saw six people rolling over and dismounting not far away. One of the people who looked like the leader made the other five stop, and he stepped forward and shouted as he walked: "Hurry on the road at night, and when he saw the fire, he came over to ask for a cup of hot wine. We have no malice, and I hope the master will forgive me."

Zhou Xian had almost believed his words when he heard his sincerity. But the number of people on his side was at a disadvantage and could not completely count on such speculation. He stood up and shouted to the man: "Since the Lord has no malice, can you come alone? We have wine and meat here, so you will definitely eat and drink enough."

The man laughed twice, and said back without any hesitation: "You guys are all here, and no one can come forward without my orders. After that, he stepped forward directly."

Zhou Xian reignited the firewood and used the firelight to find that the man was about thirty years old, tall, six feet tall, with a square face and a eyebrows, looking very majestic. He slapped a tiger-skinned shoulder cross-body, a short knife hanging around his waist, and dressed as a mountain king.

He saw Zhou Xian's face look ugly and smiled faintly, "Why, don't you welcome me?"

Zhou Xian smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid no one will welcome you in this way, your brother!"

The man stepped forward and patted Zhou Xian on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "You really know how to tell the truth."

Zhou Xian's whole body was tense, but the man quickly took his hand off his shoulder. He sat at the campfire, took off a short knife from his waist, peeled a chicken leg from the roasted pheasant, and ate it completely in a few bites. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looked at Zhou Xian and said, "Hey, boy. What about the wine you mentioned!"

Zhou Xian smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that the bandit was too arrogant! He returned to the carriage, took a bag of wine from it, and handed it to him, "Brother, you are really lucky. This is the golden stem dew I brought from the capital. I heard that this kind of wine is my favorite today."

The man raised his sheepskin bag and raised his head and drank a few sips, saying, "The emperor really doesn't have the courage. He just likes such light wine, but the taste is OK. It's not very meaningful to drink alone. Let everyone hide in the carriage and behind the tree come out! Today I'm in a good mood and don't want to see blood. On the contrary, you guys will be killed by me in a moment."
Chapter completed!