The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The square inch floated instantly, and he raised the hemp rope tied in his hand, "Come and help me untie it if the deal is not completed! I am your God of Wealth now."

The boss spat unhappily, and waved his hand irritably, "Help him untie it."

The younger brothers moved quickly, and quickly helped Fang Cun untie the hemp rope.

The rope was tied very tightly, and there was an obvious bruise on the wrist. I didn't care about the size. I stood up and stretched my muscles and bones, and beat my shoulders: "I've been giving out porridge this early in the morning and didn't eat anything to pad my stomach. Is there anything to eat?"

Seeing Fang Cun's appearance of not wanting to be beaten, the boss raised his fist to threaten, "Don't push your feet! If you are robbed, you will look like you were robbed. Hold your head and cry. What kind of food do you eat? Honestly, you will be hungry for a few days."

Fang Cun yawned and said casually, "Fifty five."

The boss retracted his fist in an instant, cursed, turned his head and shouted at the younger brother: "Hurry up and serve the food!"

There are a lot of delicious dishes on the table, and the rich and fragrant sauce is very attractive and fragrant.

Fang Cun pulled out a chicken leg and ate it unceremoniously, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

The boss got a little impatient, "I said brother, it's been a long time, is the prince coming to save you?"

Fang Cun bit the chicken leg, and said vaguely: "Who told you to sprinkle pepper, the smell is so strong, my little ancestor must still be taking a bath, just wait."

The boss curled his lips, his face full of incomprehension, "Still taking a bath? What kind of beating is that?"

"That's right, what a waste of time. Then you can ask him for some more money." Fang Cun nodded in agreement, and kept picking up vegetables in his hands.

The boss watched him eat, swallowed at the table full of dishes, and sneakily reached out to grab a duck wing to nibble on.

Fang Cun quickly snatched the chicken wings away, and stuffed them into his mouth by the way, the movements were smooth and smooth.

The boss was cut off, very dissatisfied and said: "Look at you looking like a starved ghost reincarnated, the prefect's mansion is reluctant to give you food, the prince came to give you the money, you should get out of here."

Fang Cun raised his eyebrows, and said triumphantly: "Who doesn't love a free lunch, so I won't leave. How comfortable it is here."

The boss was about to curse something when a contemptuous laugh interrupted him.

"The food is quite rich."

Hearing this, Fang Cun raised his head, and in front of him stood a man in red, completely opposite to the scruffy appearance of the gangsters, rich and noble in brocade robes, with handsome facial features and hostility in his eyebrows and eyes.

The younger brother nodded and bent over, "Boss, the village master is here."

The boss immediately stood up and respectfully said, "Brother, he is a distinguished guest of the prefect's mansion."

Fang Cun smashed, smashed his mouth, looked at the village owner, and invited, "Have a bite?"

"I'm here for you." The man looked like a complete scum, but he didn't expect to speak out, and scolded the boss, "I said Da Zhuang, are you stupid? He is a distinguished guest of the prefect. Is it your distinguished guest? You still want to confess him?! If you don’t get the money, you still pay, how can I support you, a bastard.”

Da Zhuang shrank his head from being scolded, "What the elder brother said is what the elder brother said, what is going on now? Do you want to tear up the ticket?"

"Tear your head off." The village master scolded, walking towards Fang Cun, his eyes wandered up and down his body for a moment.

"Your outfit and this jade pendant should be worth a lot."

Jade?

He never took this thing with him.

Fang Cun put down his chopsticks in puzzlement, and looked down at the jade pendant on his belt. The bluestone was carved with cloud patterns, and the silver-gray tassels hung down gently.

It seems to be Gan Ting's....Groggy in the morning...Looks like I took the wrong belt....

Before Fang Cun could recall the chaotic morning, he heard the village owner's leisurely voice, "It's gone."

"Come on!" Da Zhuang and his younger brothers rubbed their hands together, gathered around and slowly approached Fang Cun, with very wretched expressions on their faces.

"Hey hey hey! What are you doing! I called!" Fang Cun threw away his chopsticks and ran away.

How could this short-legged man outrun a group of big men, and he was quickly caught and stripped clean, not even letting go of the jade crown on his head, and his whole body was searched for valuables.

Fang Cun yelled: "Help, Xiao Ting'er! I'm going to lose my insurance at the end of the festival!"

No one heard him howling, and from the corner of Fangcun's struggle, he caught a glimpse of Da Zhuang finding a pen from his cuff.

Da Zhuang just glanced at the pen and felt that the pole was not worth much, so he threw the clothes into the basket without thinking too much.

Fang Cun heaved a sigh of relief, stopped imagining the sword, and let them search him.

"This is the money for this meal." The village owner put the jade pendant on his index finger and turned it around in front of Fang Cun. "From now on, you should work hard to pay off the debt. When the crown prince comes to save you, you will be free."

The corner of Fang Cun's mouth twitched, "What does this mean?"

The village owner smiled with a handsome face, and ordered: "Today, everyone rests, and let him do all the work alone!"

The little brothers couldn't bear the square inch for a long time, and they cheered proudly, "Okay!!!"

"Long live the boss!"

Fang Cun was thrown into the kitchen like this. The village owner was afraid that his streaking would affect the village's appearance, so he gave him a very sloppy dress, saying that the clothes were actually just a few pieces of rags sewn together.

"Just because you cooked for me, we brothers are all hungry, now it's better, Feng Shui is turning, do it quickly!" The boys in the kitchen were all very proud, "Don't be lazy, I will always watch you of."

Fang Cun looked at the pool full of unwashed vegetables and said with emotion, "What kind of miserable life is this?"

The younger brothers clicked their tongues, "Do it quickly, don't hurt the spring and autumn pretending to be scholars here."

Fang Cun felt that his life was hard, and started the road of washing vegetables and cooking. The atmosphere in this village is not bad, there are no rumors of blood-drinking demon kings, everyone is talented, and he speaks nicely, so he still lives leisurely.

After a while, the younger brothers who watched him couldn't sit still, and whispered together, "See if he's honest, should we go to a rest meeting?"

Fang Cun said distressedly: "Don't go, I'm bored by myself."

"You, you, shut up." The younger brother gave him a sideways look, and continued to discuss.

"But what if he ran away?"

"There are so many brothers out there, even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to run away."

"Too."

Those younger brothers sneaked out their heads and ran away after seeing that there was no one outside the kitchen.

"Why is my life so hard? I actually became the old mother of bandits, and I have to serve them with laundry and cooking." Fang Cun shook his head and sighed. I promise I won't tease you again."

"Clap."

Suddenly there was a sound outside the window, Fang Cun said vigilantly: "Who?!"

As soon as the words fell, a young man covered in blood came through the window.

The young man was covered with scars, and as he approached step by step, bright red blood dripped from his body drop by drop.

Seeing that he was staggering and his expression was not good, Fang Cun asked, "Brother, are you okay?"

Without waiting for Fang Cun to care, a knife was suddenly placed on his neck. The young man held the knife, his white and chapped lips were unable to speak, "Help me, please."

It was the first time Fang Cun saw someone begging like this, and looked down at the sharp knife, not daring to move, "Okay, how to help."

The young man opened his mouth in great pain, and before he could speak, he fell back and passed out.

This can't straighten the square inch, so he quickly squatted down to test his breathing, but fortunately he was still alive, "Brother? Brother!"

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感谢在2021-08-1517:51:06~2021-08-1617:27:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yan T^T1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 422588071 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!