Listening to Hua Fengyu's narration, Mo Lan swayed slightly, raised her hand to stroke the pointer in her hand, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Is your older brother also passionate about farming?"
Why do they insist on carrying hoes when they're clearly labeled as bandits?
"Cough... It's not enthusiasm, it's practicality. Lan'er should have learned about the situation in our Qinglong Village recently. Father and several uncles are not cut out to be bandits. If they relied solely on robbing to survive, they would probably have starved to death long ago."
"Lan'er, you don't know this, but in the past, our village relied mostly on hunting for a living. When it got cold, my father, third uncle, and fourth uncle would disguise themselves and go to Ye County to work. Even so, we still struggled to make ends meet."
As Hua Fengyu spoke, a rare hint of helplessness appeared on his face.
"Actually, I had thought about Zizuzi's idea before, but I never had the chance to implement it. Another point is that the people in the mountain village are not good at farming; at most, they can only cultivate a vegetable garden."
"My second uncle and father argued about this many times. He said that my father was willing to suffer for the sake of saving face and didn't care about the life and death of the village... In the past few years, they had a lot of arguments."
Mo Lan: "..."
So they're all just occupying positions without doing their jobs, like people who have nothing to do but sit in their laps.
No wonder Pang Yi was so excited to see these fields; it turns out he doesn't have to bite the bullet and rob them anymore.
"Fortunately, Lan'er discovered this treasure land. With food, Second Uncle will stop arguing with Father."
Hua Fengyu looked at Mo Lan, who had a blank expression, and shrugged innocently. He was talking about the current situation of the mountain stronghold. If his sister hadn't suddenly wiped out White Tiger Cliff, they would still be worrying about food this year.
Mo Lan stared blankly at Hua Fengyu, realizing that she had come to a fake mountain stronghold, a case of false pretenses.
What's it like for the head of a mountain stronghold to go to the city to work?
She'll have to go and see for herself another day.
Hua Fengyu revealed too much information today; Mo Lan's memory didn't contain any of it.
Come to think of it, the original owner was a delicate woman, and given how much Hua Yifei doted on his daughter, he wouldn't have told her these things.
Thinking of her wardrobe full of colorful flowers and greenery, Mo Lan shook her head. The original owner only lived in her own world.
"How did Father deal with those caravans that passed through our territory? He never robbed them?"
Hua Fengyu looked into Mo Lan's earnest eyes, then raised his hand to rub his temples.
“Actually, those passing caravans are all very shrewd. Before entering the mountains, they pay their respects and leave some gifts at a designated spot. No matter how much, Father always lets them pass. If they encounter any troublemakers, he sends Second Uncle down the mountain to intimidate them. If that doesn’t work, he considers it an act of kindness for the day.”
Seeing that Hua Fengyu was getting more and more embarrassed, Mo Lan finally understood.
This level of banditry is unprecedented.
So they live entirely off the charity of caravans!
It's not easy to have survived until now!
Thinking of this, Mo Lan's eyes filled with admiration and pity as she looked at Hua Fengyu.
Why is Lan'er looking at me like that?
Hua Fengyu was initially a little embarrassed, but when he noticed the pity in the girl's eyes, he suddenly felt a bit lost.
"It's not easy for you guys to have survived until now."
Hua Fengyu: "..."
Mo Lan turned her head to look at the field, too lazy to even complain.
I originally wanted to be a second-generation bandit, but who would have thought that the first generation were all fake bandits?
For a moment, Mo Lan felt a bit lost and needed to rethink her direction.
When she was idly sunbathing, she even planned how to set up a checkpoint and service area in the territory of Qinglong Village. As long as a certain service fee was paid, it could provide rest and replenishment for passing caravans.
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