Three Hundred and Thirty-Six, the Person Who Raises Bandits

Ren Xiaosu asked suspiciously: "It's the Zong family, isn't it that the Zong family is raising them?"

Yang Xiaojin shook her head: "No, those bandit forces supported by resources seem to be just to fight against the Zong family, and that's why the Zong family has nothing to do with them, and those people are like rats, very hard to find."

Originally, Ren Xiaosu was still full of fog, but when Yang Xiaojin mentioned the word "mouse", he didn't know why he suddenly thought of Luo Lan...

Although the body sizes of the two are very different, they have one thing in common, that is, they both love to drill into the sewer...

At this moment, Ren Xiaosu felt that he could probably guess who was supporting the bandit power and the disgusting Zong family. If it was as he guessed, then Qing Zhen and Luo Lan's vision was much farther than Yang's.

After all, it has only been a couple of years since the Yang family wanted to unite with the Zong family, but it has been five or six years since the bandit hated the Zong family.

Speaking of which, if Qing Zhen and Luo Lan really did it, then how thoughtful are these two people, what are they trying to do...

Of course, Ren Xiaosu didn't know the whole story of the Qing family's change of ownership, nor did he know how much time Qing Zhen had spent on this.

Now it seems that the Zong family is really disgusted, otherwise they would not ask the Yang family and the 178 barrier for help. After all, the bandits raised by themselves could not be controlled by themselves in the end. Wouldn't it make people laugh if they said it.

Ren Xiaosu told Yang Xiaojin his guess: "I think the Qing family should be silently funding them behind the scenes."

"It doesn't matter," Yang Xiaojin shook her head, "It has nothing to do with me."

"You to Mrs. Yang..." Ren Xiaosu hesitated for a moment, but didn't ask further.

"Don't worry about anything," Yang Xiaojin said, "The Yang family is decaying day by day, and family affection is already dispensable. Let's go in the direction of Daban Mountain, where there are some small bandit dens and refugee settlements."

"Are you familiar with this place?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"I'm fairly familiar with the surrounding area," Yang Xiaojin said, "I used to come here a lot in the early years."

Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment: "What are you doing here?"

"Practice the gun," Yang Xiaojin replied.

At this time, Ren Xiaosu realized that Yang Xiaojin was actually practicing guns with bandits in the wilderness? No wonder Ren Xiaosu always felt that Yang Xiaojin was very similar to him sometimes, like weeds in the wilderness.

"Want to learn?" Yang Xiaojin looked at Ren Xiaosu: "I'll teach you."

Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows: "My marksmanship is also very good."

"I don't know what your ability is, but you can directly learn other people's skills," Yang Xiaojin said, "But you haven't learned everything, right? The breathing method is wrong."

Ren Xiaosu smiled. He was indeed a perfect-level firearms master, and his shortcomings could be seen at a glance. Although he could duplicate skills, there must still be a big gap between advanced firearms skills and the perfect-level.

He is no longer hypocritical: "How are you going to teach?"

"Practical teaching," Yang Xiaojin said calmly.

Ren Xiaosu muttered in a low voice: "I thought it was a hand-in-hand teaching."

"What?" Because Ren Xiaosu's voice was too low, Yang Xiaojin couldn't hear what he said.

Ren Xiaosu said, "It's okay!"

Yang Xiaojin glanced at him and said, "How should I dress to look more like a refugee?"

"I'm good at this, you can't wear this peaked cap," Ren Xiaosu said, "No refugee can wear a peaked cap."

At this time, Yang Xiaojin took off the peaked cap neatly, Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment, he really rarely saw the other party take off the peaked cap.

"And then?" Yang Xiaojin asked.

"The hair is too tidy, and you don't need to deal with it too much, just a little treatment is fine," Ren Xiaosu looked at the other party and said, the clothes looked like that, but the details were different from that of the refugees. The refugees cut their hair by themselves, so it was never tidy, and no one took care of it.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Xiaojin pull out the dagger from his sleeve, and without hesitation began to cut the ends of his hair, and then messed it up.

Yang Xiaojin originally had short hair that was at the level of her chin, neat and neat, but once cut with a dagger, the ends of her hair were as if they had been bitten by a dog.

Although it can be restored to its original state in a month or two, what surprised Ren Xiaosu was that Yang Xiaojin didn't care about his image in order to pretend to be a refugee.

He knew that some girls in the barrier cherished their hair as much as they cherished their lives.

This Yang Xiaojin was too open-minded.

Yang Xiaojin shook her head: "Now, does it look a little bit better?"

"Well, it looks like it," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile: "The face is still a little clean, and the lining of the clothes is also a little clean, but it doesn't matter. According to what you said, it will take us a day to reach Daban Mountain. After walking in this wilderness full of loess for a day, everything will be unclean."

"Okay," Yang Xiaojin nodded: "Let's talk about it. If we arrive at a human settlement, people ask about our relationship and don't pretend to be. You... How old are you this year?"

The two of them seemed to be asking more personal questions for the first time until today. They had never discussed these things before. In Jingshan, they discussed what is in the mountains. In 109 barriers, they discussed Li’s technological breakthroughs. These days, they discussed the banditry in the valley area. It seems that they have never really got to know each other.

Ren Xiaosu vaguely remembered that Yang Xiaojin should be eighteen years old, but he was seventeen. If he told the truth, he might still have to call Yang Xiaojin his sister, which would be a disadvantage.

Ren Xiaosu pondered: "I am 20 years old this year."

Yang Xiaojin nodded: "Well, I'm 21 years old this year, you can just call me sister, don't talk about it when you meet someone."

Ren Xiaosu: "???"

This is talking nonsense with your eyes open, right? Ren Xiaosu has always been playing tricks on others before, why is he being tricked by others today.

"Are you 21 years old?" Ren Xiaosu was unconvinced: "I'll take a look at your resident ID card."

"I lost it," Yang Xiaojin said nonchalantly, "Okay, don't worry about these details, you lied first."

Ren Xiaosu suffered from being dumb. The two of them headed northwest. He was still thinking about how to get the place back.

On the vast wilderness, two people are like two small black dots, and the hills of the land are like waves, rolling on the ground.

In the evening, the shadows of the two people were pulled extremely long on the ground, and the sparse clouds that connected to the ground in the distance burned all the way to the top of the head.

At night, the stars in the sky are like a sea, as if they are within reach.

Yang Xiaojin said while hurrying, "I'm hungry."

Ren Xiaosu echoed: "Me too."

"That's not what I want to hear..."

"By the way, why don't you even bring supplies?"

"How can a refugee bring supplies? I'm a refugee now," Yang Xiaojin said confidently, "And with you following, I don't need to bring supplies."