"Yan Feixue...Meixianglou... It turned out to be her..."

Yang Xing looked at Yan Feixue's graceful back as he was leaving, and suddenly looked dazed.

Yang Dazhiqi said: "Military advisor, who is she?"

A strange color flashed in Yang Xing's eyes: "Meixianglou is the largest brothel in Jinyang City, and the girl Yan Feixue is the most famous Qing Gongren of Meixianglou. It is said that this girl is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is especially obsessed with calligraphy and painting. No wonder she is willing to spend ten taels of silver to buy her husband's fan..."

Yang Fugui slapped his head suddenly, stomped his feet repeatedly, looking regretful: "I heard that brothel women make money every day. If they had known this, they would have raised the price of that fan more!"

Yang Xing rolled his eyes: "A fan sold for ten taels of silver. You are so stupid? It's a blessing that Yan Feixue likes calligraphy and painting, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sell one tael of silver! You're content!"

They put away the few small items that were not sold. According to Yang Xu's instructions, they went to the nearby street market to buy half a fan of pork and a few bags of rice and flour, and then went to the wine shop to make ten kilograms of good wine. Then they were excited to leave Jinyang City and prepare to return to Yangjiazhai.

Not far from leaving the city, more than a dozen men holding sticks rushed out of the roadside with a scream and blocked them.

When Yang Xing looked at him, among the dozen men, there were a few rascals who were staring at them before.

At this moment, what else does he not understand?

It was nothing more than a few rascal men who were eyeing them in the city, and before they left the city, they gathered a group of accomplices and rushed in their heads, trying to rob their money.

"I didn't expect that someone would have any idea for dozens of taels of silver..."

Yang Xing shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"A bunch of pickled goods is not enough for me to punch and hit you one by one!"

Yang Fugui grinned, moved the half-small of pork he was carrying to his left shoulder, freed up his right hand, and was eager to try.

"We are all good people nowadays. Don't let anyone die!"

Yang Dazhi said with a smile.

Several other men from Yangjiazhai also shook each other, but none of them were afraid.

A dozen rascals rushed to the front, surrounded Yang Xing and others, pointed the sticks in their hands at them, their eyes widened, and they seemed to be fierce.

A strong black man who looked quite fierce took a step forward, held one end of the stick in his hand to the ground, opened his throat and shouted: "Ha! I am the one who bloomed this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to live there from now on, leave to buy wealth!"

He was tall and loud, and with such a roar, he had a bit of momentum. The passers-by who followed Yang Xing and others really thought he had encountered a bandit who had a robber who had a robbery. He was so scared that his face was pale and turned around and ran away.

Yang Xing and others heard the black and strong man yelling out the bandit's "special lines" and looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing loudly.

Except for the strong men in front of them, none of the other dozen are strong, and a few are even thin, just like bean teeth, and they seem to be unstable when the wind blows.

This way, it is an insult to this industry. It is a real bandit!

"We walked dozens of miles of mountain road and only sold so many silver. Why do you thieves want to snatch it?"

Yang Fugui said angrily, and took a step forward and stood in front of the strong black man.

When his feet landed on the ground, the ground in this area seemed to tremble slightly, stirring up a lot of dust.

Yang Fugui's size was even bigger than the strong black man in front of him. In addition, his divine power was born and he often suffocated his body. His strong and majestic aura seemed to be about to burst out, and he immediately crushed the opponent's momentum.

"If you want to buy Lucai, please ask my fist if he agrees!"

When Yang Fugui encountered such a thing, he could solve it with his fists, so he was too lazy to use his mouth. As he said it, he had already punched it out.

The punch, with the whistling sound of the wind, landed firmly on the chest of the black strong man. The black strong man groaned, his body flew backwards, landed on the ground with a loud bang, and there was no movement anymore, and he fainted.

"He beat the black dick to death!"

"You can't let him go!"

"Brothers, come together!"

"Catch him and beat him first, and then send him to the government!"

...

When more than a dozen rascals saw that the black and strong man was unaware of the situation, they were immediately in an uproar. They shouted and raised the stick in their hands, smashed or poked them, and greeted Yang Xing and others viciously.

Yang Fugui's body turned into a wall of flesh and rushed towards the crowd in front of him. Sticks around him fell on him, just like tickling through his boots, and nothing happened.

Two rascals were knocked away by him, and the sticks in his hands fell to the ground, and then there was a wailing scream.

Compared to Yang Fugui's rampage, Yang Dazhi took a completely different path when fighting.

His short and thin body swam, as light as a cat, and when the dense sticks fell like rain, he could not even touch the corner of his clothes.

When he sees the opportunity, he will suddenly take action. When attacking, the targets are often the lower three ways. All the slutty idiots who are hit will bend down and scream with their crotch.

Yang Fugui was barbaric, Yang Dazhi was agile, while Yang Xing's fists were wide open and closed, masculine and powerful, and no one in front of him could stop him from having a move.

Although the other Yang Family Village men were not as powerful as Yang Fugui, Yang Dazhi and Yang Xing, they could easily win if they beat two or three.

In just a dozen breaths, more than a dozen rascal men from Jinyang City fell to the ground, rolling around, and no one could stand up.

Yang Xing winked at Yang Dazhi: "Dazhi, go search them! If you have money, take them all away and don't leave a single copper coin for them! If you hit us, you will be considered unlucky!"

Yang Dazhi responded, leaned over and groped on more than a dozen rascal men, and found more than twenty taels of silver.

"This trip to Jinyang City was finally in vain! Military advisor, is it still distributed according to the old rules?"

Yang Dazhi asked with a smile on his face.

Yang Xing nodded: "Well, the old rules, let's leave half of it and give the other half to the village leader to help the villagers."

Yangjia Village is poor, and if the villagers get unexpected wealth, they usually distribute it like this.

Several men from Yangjiazhai defeated more than a dozen people, which was as simple as slapping a group of ants to death. In addition, with a small gain, they felt naturally relieved, so they continued to go on the road with a chatter and laughter, and never looked at those idiots again.

After they walked far away, until they could no longer see the trace, more than a dozen idiots got up from the ground and looked at each other. They all looked bruised and swollen, and they looked as miserable as they were.

"My mother, we won't lose a lot of rice when we steal chickens. We're in trouble this time!"

A thin man with a mole on the side of his nose looked at the direction where Yang Xing and others disappeared, looking regretful.

When he spoke, he was injured in the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but hiss and suck in a cold air.

"I don't know where those birds came from, and they can beat them one by one... Brothers, my silver was stolen this time, but I still owe Chunfenglou a few taels of wine. Brothers, please help me in the future!"

Another man asked with a bitter face.

"Help the bird, the money we have on us is gone! I finally saved it!"

All the men were furious.
Chapter completed!