After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be surprised. Cao Chuan followed and said, "Although I first came, I still know about this place in Jiangnan. I still know about it. I don't know if the name has been changed now."

The head of Zhou Dajia quickly replied: "It's so true that the real person knows. Now the big city is still called Hangzhou. It's 150 miles east of here."

Zhou Tong spoke while exchanging a few glances with Chen Erzhuan. Chen Huoding hurriedly filled Cao Chuan with wine and asked, "I don't know what the Immortal Chief's plan is going to be used in the future, but will it be used in the village brothers?"

Cao Chuan poured half a bowl of earthen wine, and he relaxed a little, and he felt much more comfortable: "I am a man and a land now. I will probably be bothered in Guizhai for a while. I will always go on a trip in the future. When I go back to the mountain in the future, I will have my own blessings and you all."

When everyone heard that this accommodation was blessed, they immediately advised Zhenren Cao to stay for a few more days, saying that Tianmu Mountain is beautiful and there are also many fat sheep at the foot of the mountain. I think there must be no matter how much spiritual energy the real person is. Pingfeng Village has enough wine and meat, and the real person will live enough. If you really want to travel, you will also arrange someone to lead the way for the real person. This good relationship must be made.

Cao Chuan naturally nodded with a smile. Seeing that it was getting late, he felt that the cold sweat on his back was almost gone, so he proposed to go around the village. Zhou Tong immediately shouted, and the younger brothers began to withdraw the seat, while Cao Zhenren inspected Pingfeng Village accompanied by several heads.

There is only one steep road to the mountain in Pingfeng Village, which is the one that Cao Chuan walked when he came. The terrain is steep and there is no change in a few hundred years.

The village wall is tied with two layers of logs, rammed earth in the middle and yellow mud covered with yellow mud, which is about three meters high, surrounding the flat land in the middle of the mountain. Behind the village wall there is a layer of wooden paths more than one meter high. People stand on it and just can throw stones out. Well, I have seen a lot of stone tiles piled under the wall.

When you enter the village gate, you will find a small square, which is where they drink. There is also a row of weapons stands beside the square, with swords, guns, and axes on it. It is very worn, with wooden poles, iron-headed guns, and knifes. There are several styles.

There are three stone houses in the square, the largest in the middle, with the door open, and the inside is empty. The villages are moving the chairs and tables they used just now. I guess this is the legendary Juyi Hall, and there is not even a sign. Cao Chuan was thundered by this group of bandits' simple style.

Starting from the middle of the mountain, layers of bamboo houses are upstream of the mountain, hidden in the green forest, and you can see that there are springs in the forest falling down.

Zhou Tong seemed to be a little unreliable in his heart, and said as he walked, and seemed to be explaining something: "This Pingfeng Village was passed to Zhou, and there were several village leaders. They had fought and traded on weekdays, and most of them fell on the mountain masters and powerful people around them. They were really passers-by. We have always discussed it. We can give it a gift to leave the country with no mistakes."

Cao Chuanqi said: "I see that there are deep mountains and dense forests on all sides, and there are many merchants?"

The old man named Lu, who claimed to be a tent when he was just introducing the goat, laughed and said, "The real person doesn't know anything. It takes half a day to go down the mountain to be the official road. Here, the transportation is Huizhou and Hangzhou, the business roads are lush, and silk salt and tea rice are constantly transported. On weekdays, we also take some mountain goods. The mules and horse teams that are coming and going are familiar with the village."

Cao Chuan nodded. He had already understood that the official path in the old man's mouth was probably the way he came from when he crossed the minibus.

Zhou Tong continued to add: "There are some village households behind the mountain, most of whom have been unable to withstand the heavy taxes of the imperial court for many years. A few acres of thin fields are opened in the valleys, and some wild game are used to find some mountain goods, so that they can also have food and clothing. The left and right are all in the villages. My brothers drove out tax collectors and then sold some private salt from the bottom of the mountain. The mountain households picked some rice and mountain goods for exchange, which was cheaper."

Cao Chuan thought to himself that you did not live in future generations, otherwise you would have been suppressed by tax collectors.

While speaking, he walked to the door of the stone house and the accountant Lu introduced: "This is the public treasury."

Although someone is a costume crew, it is the first time today that this bandit has a public treasury, but since it is a warehouse, he doesn't have the nerve to go in. Another stone house contains salt rice mountain goods.

Tour Guide Zhou proudly explained to Cao Chuan the history of Pingfeng Village's struggle: There was more than one village in this group of mountains at that time. After decades of unremitting efforts by generations of leaders of Pingfeng Village, they have overcome all obstacles and blood to chase each other. In recent years, they have finally achieved their true achievements. It has also set up a sign on Huihang Road.

In the most intense era of struggle, there were more than 200 heroes in the village who specialized in fighting. After the situation gradually stabilized in the past two years, the older ones were sent back to the mountain to dig the fields and give birth to children. Now the new people left on the mountain were selected by each village.

Cao Chuan hummed and also accompanied him to sigh at the years of love. After finally waiting until it was dark, he asked where the standard room in the village was.

Accountant Lu smiled and said while leading the way: "There are guest rooms. The mountain people who come to exchange salt and rice on weekdays have to spend the night, but the guest room is simple and no one can clean it. How can it be lived by distinguished guests? If the real person doesn't dislike it, I will rest for the real person today. The room is also neat. I will clean it up tomorrow and come out with a quiet room."

Cao Chuan gave in a little humble manner and stopped refusing. During this period, Chen Eryuan also expressed his youthful and funny nature. He invited him to drink all night to tell stories about the fairy world. The Lu Chanfang laughed and scolded: "You are a rough man, either a knife, axe or a meat or wine in the room, and there is no elegance. I can kill half of my life in one night. Don't poison the real person!" Several people talked and came to the door of the Lu Chanfang not far away.

When I opened the door and went in, I saw that the room of this cultural person is different, including bamboo tables and bamboo chairs, four treasures of study on the table, some books and paper, a bamboo bed, and a small room behind the room, which is filled with water tanks and toilets.

There is a small bookshelves at the base of the wall, with some thread-bound books on it, as well as several porcelain and bamboo carvings. It can be seen that Lu Chanfang is obviously a person who is out of the low-level interest.

Cao Chuan hurriedly thanked, and finally Lu's accountant lit up the oil lamp on the table and said goodbye with the two leaders.

After bolting the door and checking the window, Cao Chuan sat down on a bamboo chair, covered his forehead with his hands, and let out a few breaths of vigor. He couldn't recover for a long time.

Everything he experienced today made him, who had always been very nervous, afraid of death. If he hadn't reacted quickly at the time, how could he have been able to get into the standard room in the bandit's nest? I'd probably have been treated as a dead-end ticket to be cut into a small dark room by these people.

When he thought of himself thrown into the legendary parallel world, he remembered that the culprit had not been dealt with yet, so he turned around and placed the back of his hand under the oil lamp, and observed it carefully.
Chapter completed!