Learning from real-life experiences is more effective than any special training.
"Boss, we've learned a lot." Ma Ren and Ma Yi bowed respectfully. No wonder these people could have just driven them away directly, but they insisted on pestering them in front of their brothers. So that's the reason.
Mo Lan looked at the group of people who were all crooked and confused, remained silent for a while, and then waved her hand, "I won't kill you, but you'd better take care of yourselves."
"Thank you, young lady, thank you, young lady..." The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon and scrambled backward, but a few of them still stared greedily at the cargo cart.
A moment later, just as they had come, the group quickly disappeared behind the bushes and vanished without a trace.
"Boss, why did you let them go? I don't think they'll be satisfied." Ma Yi couldn't help but ask as he watched the bandits disappear.
“They’re not real bandits, so killing them won’t do any good. As for those few who are unwilling to accept their fate, they’ll suffer sooner or later. Trying to do something you’re not qualified for is just asking for trouble.”
"No zuo no die," but she didn't want to dirty her family's hands.
Thinking of the people's tattered clothes, everyone fell silent. Fortunately, the fire was still warm, so it wouldn't get cold even after a while.
After having eaten and resting for a while, just as we were about to leave, we saw the bearded man who had already left running back, panting heavily.
He had a large knife tucked into his waistband, and leaned against a nearby tree, panting heavily for a few moments. He then flashed what he thought was a benevolent smile.
"Have you finished eating..."
"Why are you back again? Don't tell me you're still trying to rob the caravan?" Ma Ren was immediately annoyed when he saw the bearded man suddenly appear.
"No, no, no, don't misunderstand. I've come to ask you something. Are you still hiring bodyguards here?" the bearded man said, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. "I see you even accept female bodyguards, so you must be short-staffed."
Mo Lan raised an eyebrow as she listened to the bearded man's tone.
As for the others, they exchanged stunned glances, pursed their lips, and suppressed their laughter, all looking speechless. This person didn't seem very smart.
"You want to be a bodyguard?" Han Shuang glanced at him, took two steps forward, and asked, "Why?"
"Hehe... I can tell too. You're not bad people, and we're not real bandits. We're villagers living nearby. Because of the poor harvest, we don't have enough food, and the government has collected a lot of taxes. Everyone is starving, so after thinking it over, we decided to pretend to be bandits and rob people..."
The bearded man was named Han Hu. The villagers nearby elected him as the bandit leader because of his fierce appearance.
The story is quite cliché; everyone has their own unspeakable difficulties. Mo Lan also knows that the harvest in the second half of the year is indeed not good. When she passed by White Tiger Cliff, she heard her fourth uncle say that there was little rain this year and the grain harvest was poor.
However, their mountain stronghold was not lacking in food and clothing, so she didn't care too much. Now, after hearing Han Hu's explanation, she roughly understood.
"If you come with us, what will happen to your villagers?" Mo Lan looked at him and raised an eyebrow as she asked.
"I became a bodyguard, earned money, and sent it back to the village. With the money, I could buy grain," Han Hu said matter-of-factly.
"Oh? How can you be so sure you can handle it? Your mediocre skills won't do." Mo Lan walked up to Han Hu. "You do have some brute strength, but you can't rely on brute force alone for escorting goods."
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