Suddenly, Song Laosan's moves became ruthless and swift, taking on a strange and unpredictable quality. Every move he made left afterimages; what seemed like the left side would suddenly appear on the right.
Da Yong knew that Song Laosan wanted to finish the job quickly and take him down as soon as possible.
The martial arts manuals that the Yang brothers gave to the Qiao family also contained powerful killing moves that could be used when facing strong enemies.
He carefully dodged Song Laosan, taking two punches that nearly made him suffocate from the pain.
Suddenly, he roared, stomped his foot, and, pressing down on a branch extending from the osmanthus tree, flew more than half a meter into the air.
Then, with a spin, he completed a flip in mid-air, his feet gripping Song Laosan's shoulders.
Then a few more spins followed, and Song Laosan was spun around in the middle.
Song Laosan was dizzy and lightheaded, but his hand was still instinctively swinging its fist.
Da Yong stretched out his arm and borrowed another branch, then leaped upwards a distance, and with all his might, slammed his feet into the ground.
Song Laosan fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
He turned to the side, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and tried to get up angrily, only to find that he couldn't move at all.
Da Yong stood firmly, looking at the person who had fallen to the ground as if he were looking at an animal.
"Song Laosan, you can't beat even one of the men in the Qiao family, let alone seven."
Old Song gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.
Qiao Lian'er squatted down and searched Song Laosan's body.
"What are you doing?" Old Man Song said angrily.
"What are you doing? Your men are beating and smashing my house, taking away at least five taels of silver. You have to pay for it."
As he spoke, he took off the money bag from Song Laosan's waist, opened it, and found a ten-tael silver note, a five-tael silver note, a handful of loose silver, and a string of copper coins inside.
It adds up to about twenty taels.
“There are exactly five taels, just enough to cover the losses,” Qiao Lian’er said, putting away the money bag.
If you want to act like a robber in front of the Qiao family, then I'm sorry, the Qiao family are the robber leaders.
Many villagers came to the gate, and seeing this scene, they felt very pleased.
"Great!" Someone started it, and everyone clapped and cheered.
Song Laosan was so angry that his face turned pale, and he felt a surge of anger in his chest, almost fainting.
Today he has returned to his hometown in glory, bringing so many people to collect taxes, looking arrogant and extremely distinguished.
He wanted everyone to envy him, to fear him, and to kneel at his feet.
Who would have thought that I would suffer such a huge setback and lose so much money?
He glared at the doorway, trying to memorize the faces of the villagers, who scattered in all directions.
The soldiers carried out the Qiao family's grain and piled it in the yard.
"Reporting to the captain, the Qiao family's grain is all here."
Song Laosan was also helped up. Looking at the less than two hundred jin of grain, he frowned: "Is that all?"
"Yes, we've searched all the rooms, both the new and old buildings, even the roof beams. There's no basement."
Last night, villagers hid grain on the mountain, and the camp had people keeping an eye on the situation, but they didn't see the Qiao family go up the mountain.
I thought the Qiao family was just unaware of the crisis, but it turns out they didn't have much food at all.
"And what about the silver? How much silver is there?"
Song Laosan turned his head and looked out expectantly as he carried out a box full of silver.
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