Do You Mountain Bandits Need to Study Too?

This time, the entire Zhou Family came: the eldest son Zhou Fu'an's family, his two sons, and his daughter Zhou Qingshan, Zhou Qingfeng, and Zhou Min.

The second son, Zhou Fukang, has two daughters and one son: Zhou Xiaoyan, Zhou Xiaoting, and Zhou Qingyuan.

The third son, Zhou Fuyu, has one son and three daughters: Zhou Qingzhou, Zhou Mei, Zhou Lan, and Zhou Zhu.

Zhou Min pouted and said:

Why do we have to go up the mountain?

What's fun about this mountain stronghold? It's full of bandits. What if we get caught?

Zhou Xiaoyan nodded and said, "I'm quite scared too, Grandmother. Why don't we just not go?"

Old Madam Zhou gave them a cold glance and said, "You think you can just say you're not going and then you're not going? We're already here."

The third daughter-in-law looked at her three daughters and said, "When you go up the mountain, you must become friends with Zhou Wanwan, understand?"

Zhou Mei couldn't help but say with disdain, "Mother, you want me to be friends with a bandit? I don't want to."

Zhou Lan nodded and said, "That's right! The people on this mountain must be uncouth and vulgar. I don't want to have any contact with them."

The third daughter-in-law sighed and looked at them, saying:

"Don't be so naive. What do you mean by bandits?"

Do you think it's a privilege to have your whole family become bandits?

Do you know why we advised them to come down the mountain? Because they are bandits, and they also have an impact on you.

Is the song "Being a Mountain Bandit" really catchy?

Old Madam Zhou looked at her and said:

"The third son's wife is right! Their family doesn't plan to take the imperial examinations, but our family will participate in them in the future."

In particular, the teacher always praised Qingzhou from the third son's family for his intelligence, saying that he would definitely pass the imperial examination and become a scholar.

"If they can't take the imperial examination to become scholars, wouldn't that be a problem?"

The third son's wife looked at her and said:

"Mother, you've finally realized this, so my thought is, if we can persuade them to come back, we should do so as soon as possible!"

Having a family member who is a bandit is never a good thing once the reputation spreads.

And these girls in our family, I hope they'll marry into good families in the future.

What if people find out that someone in our family has become a bandit in the mountains? That would be terrible!

Therefore, we must not be too forceful; I think we should use a combination of gentle and firm approaches.

Zhou Wanwan is not easy to deal with, so you must build a good relationship with her.

The carriage swayed and rocked, but finally entered the mountains.

But as soon as they arrived in the mountains, everyone felt sleepy and fell asleep immediately.

When they woke up, they had no idea how they had ended up in the mountain stronghold.

Only their group remained in the car. Zhou Wanwan looked at the things she had brought from the Zhou Family with a beaming smile.

She looked at Old Madam Zhou getting out of the car and said:

"Oh! You've come all this way, why are you being so polite? You even brought so much food."

Don't worry, the chef in my mountain stronghold is very skilled; he'll definitely be able to make some delicious food.

Zhang Guilan looked around and was stunned when she saw the house. "My God! My God! This house is so beautiful! Tsk tsk tsk! How come it has so many floors?"

All eyes turned to the house with its blue bricks and gray tiles.

Where is there even a trace of poverty, desolation, or dilapidated houses?

Zhou Wanwan said modestly:

What are you all looking at? Our knock-off houses?

Well, it's just so-so, but it's okay for living in.

How about... I show you around?

An uproar erupted in the crowd. An old man pointed at the house and exclaimed in surprise:

"Didn't everyone say before that the mountain village was dirt poor?"

They lived in mud-brick houses and thatched huts; did they ever know where their next meal would come from?

This... this is not quite what the rumors said!

The woman beside her was filled with disbelief:

"Look at that courtyard wall, those doors and windows, it's even more tidy than the best landlord's courtyard in our village!"

"You call this suffering? Then what do you call our leaky, drafty mud-brick houses? Do you call them pigsties?"

Someone said in a sour tone:

"Being a bandit is different; you rob and plunder, and the money comes quickly."

Oh my goodness! Come quick, look! There are so many carp here!

Why are all these fish Honghong? They look so beautiful! And so plump.

As they were talking, they heard the sound of reading aloud coming from behind them.

Someone asked curiously, "Do you bandits need to study too?"

The village chief's wife couldn't help but laugh, "What could they possibly learn? They'd probably learn how to rob people."

These people walked towards the school, and Zhou Wanwan did not stop them.

Inside the school, dozens of children sat upright, studying.

The room was filled with brand-new wooden tables and chairs. On each table were Xuan paper, inkstones, and several wolf-hair brushes. There were also a few books on the corner of each person's table.

"Wow! This looks pretty decent, not like a knock-off at all!"

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if the children from our village could come here to study?"

"Hey! Don't even think about it. That Zhou Wanwan, she even made us bring our own food. Do you think she'd let our kids study here?"

Everyone looked at Zhou Wanwan Zhou Wanwan, who was playing with the children in the mountain village not far away.

She took out a lot of fruit and said, "Come on, have some fruit, it's so sweet."

When the villagers went over to take a look, their eyes widened in astonishment. Good heavens, this was no ordinary fruit!

The grapes were all round and plump, bigger than small marbles.

The peaches were even more frightening; each one was bigger than two fists put together, the skin peeled off easily, and juice dripped down my chin.

There were also pears, bright yellow, big and round, crisp and refreshingly sweet with every bite.

Not to mention the strawberries, which were bright red and quite large.

The children gathered around the stone table, grabbing fruit and stuffing it into their mouths, their mouths full of juice. They laughed so hard their eyes narrowed into slits, they were overjoyed.

Zhang Guilan swallowed hard and said, "You heartless bastard, all you think about is eating! Don't you see all of us elders standing here?"

Zhou Wanwan searched for a long time and said, "Elders? Where are the elders?"

Zhang Guilan shouted, "Zhou Wanwan, don't you have any manners? Who are we if not your elders?"

Zhou Wanwan picked at her ear, looked at her coldly, and said, "How come I remember our two families were estranged? Who are you to me as an elder?"

"If you dare say such a thing again, believe me, I'll tear your mouth off!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the guards in the stronghold suddenly moved, drawing their swords and knives, their expressions menacing.

Zhang Guilan, terrified, hid behind Old Madam Zhou and said, "Mother, is she going to kill someone?"

While eating strawberries, Zhou Wanwan said, "You'd better not mess with me in this mountain stronghold. I might not kill you, but those people certainly might."

Suddenly, shouts of "Hehe haha" came from not far away. A group of men, shirtless and wearing shorts, were practicing martial arts in an open space.

Some were wielding broadswords, some were brandishing long spears, and others were practicing boxing; their movements were powerful and their shouts were deafening.

The group suddenly stopped what they were doing and all turned to look at them, their eyes cold and menacing.

Zhang Guilan's legs went weak with fear. "Mom! These people are so fierce!"