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Fate is always cruel and unpredictable; today, no one can foresee what lies ahead. Everyone should take a more relaxed approach. This journey has indeed been arduous, and you have all done your best.
Now, let’s head back to freshen up and get a good night's rest. Tomorrow morning, after dawn breaks, you can all go to the Shanzhai warehouse to each collect a gold coin as a reward. How does that sound?
During the Han Dynasty, gold, silver, and copper coins were the primary currencies in circulation, with silver being used only in limited circumstances. It wasn't until the Sui and Tang dynasties that gold and silver became widely circulated. In this era, one gold coin held significant value, equivalent to ten thousand copper coins. Most families would struggle to accumulate such a sum over an entire year.
The bandits, upon hearing this, did not suspect any ulterior motives. Instead, they felt even more grateful for their leader's understanding nature.
"Thank you, Leader! We will head back to rest now," they responded.
"Go ahead," the leader replied.
With that, several bandits left the hall in succession. However, not long after they departed, the leader's previously cheerful demeanor shifted to one of sternness and coldness.
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Nine: Passing by Home Three Times Without Entering, Xiang Tang Bandit Hideout
He had thought that with his careful planning, Wang Yue would at least be able to establish himself firmly in one place. Little did he know that the opportunity he was about to seize would vanish just like that. Was it truly his unfortunate fate, or had he made the wrong choices himself?
With his hands clasped behind his back, the leader gazed deeply toward the east.
Forget it; since life is as fleeting as a candle's flame extinguished, I suppose I have repaid my debt for saving him.
The leader's name was Cheng Li, hailing from Dong'a County in Dongjun, Yan Province.
During his travels years ago, he had encountered a pack of wild wolves that attacked him, resulting in the unfortunate deaths of all his companions. In that dire moment, it was Wang Yue who came to his rescue, saving his life and forming a bond of friendship between them.
Although they referred to each other as friends, their actual contact was minimal. Throughout the entire year, they rarely met until the end of last year. Due to several consecutive years of drought that left the crops barren, Wang Yue found himself in dire straits, nearly facing ruin. In the end, he was left alone, forced to hide deep in the mountains.
The mountains were in need of a strategist. Wang Yue personally visited Cheng Li to implore him to join their cause. Coming from a respectable background, Cheng Li was naturally reluctant to associate himself with bandits. After all, one should serve a worthy lord with their knowledge and skills; becoming a thief was simply unacceptable.
However, considering the debt of gratitude he owed Wang Yue for saving his life and the frustration of not being able to showcase his talents over the years, he ultimately agreed to participate in a special capacity—as the nominal leader. Every two months, he would stay for half a month to plan the next strategies for the Mountain Bandits.
The progress was quite smooth. They kept the true situation hidden from everyone involved, and everything began to fall into place. With ample food supplies, Xiang Tang Mountain's reputation grew significantly. However, before they could achieve even greater developments, the leader of the mountain bandits unexpectedly met with misfortune, leading to severe losses among their horses. Personnel could be recruited anew, but...
However, the loss of those horses could not be compensated for in the short term. According to the survivors' accounts, that Killer God fought with such bravery that it was almost unbelievable; he single-handedly killed dozens of cavalrymen. It was terrifying, as if they were mere livestock! What made it even worse was his proficiency with hidden weapons. Even if one found themselves at a disadvantage and wanted to escape, they could still face a deadly threat.
Looking at the Shanzhai hall before him, Cheng Li thought to himself: It seems like it's time for me to go. After all, with Wang Yue gone, all gratitude he felt had dissipated. He did not dwell on his thoughts any longer. More importantly, he was worried that the Shanzhai had already been discovered. That terrifying figure could launch a surprise attack at any moment.
Thus, the most rational choice was to escape from here as quickly as possible. Bringing along the entire Shanzhai gang? The more people there were, the greater the risk of being discovered. So, brothers, take care of yourselves and wish you well! Cheng Li could only feel guilt towards those who had once fought alongside him in the Mountain Bandit group.
Afterward, he stealthily made his way to the Mountain Bandit warehouse and packed up a pile of gold and silver treasures. Under the cover of night, he quietly left Xiang Tang Mountain through a familiar secret path. The surroundings were silent, with the remaining Mountain Bandits still lost in their dreams.
Now, let us shift focus. The story of Zhao Lin leading the livestock back to the barn has come to an end.
The skinny villager wandered through the village, wielding a heavy Iron Hoe and a gleaming Iron Sword, proudly showcasing his newly acquired treasures. He resembled an angler later boasting about his big catch.
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