Chapter 532: The Troubled Times

The story started in Xiaoliang County.

A group of Truth Church members here, responsible for more than a dozen villages and towns in the southeast, had already gone around here. Although there were some twists and turns in the grain collection process, it was not difficult, and they successfully escorted dozens of carts of grain back.

They could have gone directly back to Mingzhou Prefecture to report, but they unexpectedly turned around a valley and saw more than a dozen farmers here, so they came to collect grain.

There are few villagers here, but they dare to open up wasteland and farm here. They are brave. They don't rent the land of the landlords, and they don't know the word "official". When they see someone coming to rob food, they grab guns, sticks and hoes to fight.

With the bravery of this village, even if the mountain bandits broke into here, they would suffer. It's a pity that the farmers here deserved it. It happened that the leader was a deputy leader of the Truth Church.

Seeing the villagers coming over, he sneered, suddenly opened his mouth with a wow sound, and vomited out a black child from his stomach, his body was sticky, squeaking, and the fierceness on his body made people shudder even in the daytime.

The host of the altar was on the horse and shouted: "My son, if you had this food earlier, you wouldn't have starved to death..."

With this shout, the black child was immediately filled with resentment and rushed straight to the strong man in the village, waving his little hands and legs, scratching at the other person. Although the farmer was brave, he was also frightened by the little ghost.

"We follow the rules of the Truth Church, and we have tax collectors with us. If anyone disobeys orders, come and try the knife."

The deputy leader watched with satisfaction as the little devil beat up the young men who dared to take up weapons. He sat high on his horse and shouted: "If you pay the grain obediently, we will only take four out of ten loads in the warehouse. If you don't pay the grain and dare to use weapons, you will be executed on the spot and all will be taken away."

With his shout, the followers behind him, as well as the ruffians who came from various states and counties to transport grain, rushed up and killed the village, knocking down the pots and tiles, turning over the mattresses and quilts, and leaving nothing of value behind.

The people in the village were already scared, but seeing the food being robbed, they knew that if this continued, they would starve to death, so they knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Seeing this man crying and shouting, even the small tax officer who was wrapped up by the Truth Church couldn't bear it and turned his head away. But the Truth Church didn't care about that. Instead, many of them picked up their knives and stared at them, waiting for them to fight again.

They had seen a lot of such things along the way. There were many people who didn't want to pay taxes, but how could such ordinary people compare with the skills of the deputy leader of the Truth Church who had special skills?

The first time they encountered resistance, they were still a little hesitant in their hearts, but time and time again, they killed more and more people, and their eyes turned red. Not only were they not afraid of these people jumping up to resist, but they hoped that they could jump out and make more noise.

However, this time it seemed that the deputy leader directly used his unique skills, which made these mud legs scared in their hearts. They only kowtowed and dared not to fight, which also made them feel a little boring in their hearts.

But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came: "Where did this demon come from? How dare you pretend to be a tax official and rob our villagers of their food?"

As the shout came, on the other side of the valley, there was only the sound of footsteps mixed with horse hooves. When the sound fell, a man on a horse rushed over as fast as lightning.

The horse was very fast, and the man on the horse was also extremely vicious and agile. He held a sharp knife in his hand, borrowed the horse's momentum, and swung the knife fiercely, but before the deputy leader could react, he had already crossed with him.

"Swish!"

A head was cut off by the man on the horse, and he reached out to catch it. The blood sprayed from the headless corpse beside him stained him.

The remaining members of the Truth Church and the small tax official who followed him to the countryside were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

When they reacted and wanted to take action, they heard a whole group of people rushing over from the valley. There were dozens of horses and three to five hundred people, each holding weapons, following closely behind.

Half of them were even wearing armor, holding standard knives or spears in their hands, and they were murderous. They directly surrounded these people who came to the countryside to collect grain, pointing their crossbows, hard bows, spears, knives and forks at each other's faces.

"Great... King, spare my life..."

The small tax official was frightened when he saw such a group of people in the mountains.

"They actually killed our deputy leader?"

When the leader's followers saw their family members being killed, they were also shocked. They did not dare to take action under such a disadvantage. Instead, they gritted their teeth and looked at the man on the horse:

"Okay, very good, I don't know when such a hero appeared in Mingzhou Prefecture, but if you take action today, you must know the consequences of this action!"

"..."

"I just look down on such things."

Sitting on the horse, Yang Gong narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his knife, put it on his neck, and said: "You can't collect the grain in the mountains, and even if you collect it, you can't take it out."

"The leader is here, the leader dies, even if your general comes..."

"...you have to leave his head!"

"..."

The man who spoke had a blank expression and said: "I will convey this message."

"You are so brave, you should also throw down a name, and let us go back, so as to send a message to the general."

"..."

"Go ahead!"

Yang Gong snorted coldly: "Uncle, my surname is Yang Gong, and my nickname is General Baoliang. I'm waiting for him in the mountains. I'm afraid he won't come!"

The man nodded and had no intention of taking action. The dozen or so carts of grain that had been collected were all thrown there, and he turned around and left. The people in the village also stayed for a long time, and then suddenly they suddenly cheered.

And Yang Gong raised the altar owner's head, and ordered his men to disperse the more than ten carts of grain into three carts, and escort the rest back to his village. When he arrived at the village, he came directly. He paid homage to his old father-in-law and said, "The matter has been settled."

"Kill the altar owner who has the most lives on his hands, destroy my reputation, and get the food back."

"Pile it into the warehouse, or..."

"..."

"Put it in the warehouse for what?"

Yang Gong's father-in-law said: "The food our village has saved in recent years is enough to eat. Let's not be greedy for this idea. All the food you snatched back will be distributed to the villages that have been robbed."

"Let them have a full meal first, but you don't have to leave too much food for them. Just tell them that the people outside who want to come in and rob are men, so come and help."

"..."

Yang Gong understood in his heart, smiled, and agreed to go out. In the past few days, he had done similar things many times, but unexpectedly, his old father-in-law suddenly remembered something again and hurriedly said: "Wait a minute."

"How is it going with what I asked you to think about earlier?"

"..."

"I'm thinking about how many risks I have taken in the past few years, and how many times I almost lost my life?"

After hearing this, Yang Gong smiled bitterly and said: "Old Taishan, I have never concealed it from you. I am a disciple of Hongxiang. I have always risked my life to fight for wealth. The number of times I almost lost my life is simply too much. "

"However, if it is true that life hangs by a thread and he is about to die, there are two times. One was in Niujiawan, robbing the Qingyi Gang's blood food, and the other was fighting bandits in Qingshi Town."

"My eyes were closed both times, but I was lucky. I had a good brother to help me. Not only did I not die, but I also got benefits. The incident in Niujiawan is over. When I go back, I will be favored by the queen and beat the bandits. This Wouldn’t he become your good son-in-law?”

"..."

"You're not a good son-in-law. Otherwise, why wouldn't you listen if I taught you how to read, read, and learn the art of war?"

The old father-in-law snorted coldly and shook his head, but Yang Gong's words really made him think.

An important event was approaching, and he asked a fortune teller to help his son-in-law predict it.

But the result turned out to be very frightening. I just said that this son-in-law has a low life and is like a weed. He doesn't look like he will succeed at all.

But when he once chose the wrong person, the fortune teller said again: "The reason why he was born this way is because he was so careless and despicable in life, yet he managed to survive and even live to such wealth. Things are getting weird..."

"You, the old man, should also ask, is this child surrounded by noble people?"

"..."

The old father-in-law slowly thought about it, and there was something he wanted to say, but in the end he felt that it was better not to say it out loud, so he just asked: "If I remember correctly, the person who helped you these two times was the same person?"

"This time I asked someone to deliver a letter to us, telling us to be prepared. Someone will come to grab food. Is it your brother?"

"..."

"Isn't it him?"

Yang Gong smiled and said: "Old Taishan, do you have any hidden daughters?"

"When there are good things, I can't keep them all by myself. I want to share them with him."

"..."

"Get out!"

The old father-in-law pointed calmly outside and said, "Besides, whatever you do in the future, be bolder!"

Yang Gong went out happily, but the old father-in-law sighed: "It's a pity that I am too old to have children, otherwise..."

"Tsk..."

"..."

"..."

Yang Gong went out and did what his father-in-law said, which immediately aroused the excitement of several young people in the surrounding villages. They picked up their weapons and wanted to follow the food-protecting general to deal with the truth believers who were robbing food.

Similar things are spreading, and the people of Mingzhou Prefecture, who were originally in a mess due to the truth cult's harvesting of grain, seem to have suddenly become more courageous and courageous, and it has even become a trend for a while. They came to vote one after another.

At the same time, the news that the deputy leader of the Truth Cult was killed in the mountains quickly spread throughout the Mingzhou Prefecture. It was also heard that someone here actually openly resisted and robbed the truth sect's grain inspection team. It feels a little weird.

In the end, the Tianming General gave an order in Mingzhou Mansion, and the people who were scattered all over Mingzhou to supervise grain and tax collection also gathered in this mountain.

As more people gathered, murderous intent arose, rolling and colliding.