After Zhao Dabao shouted out the poem, not only Bai, Xiao Hei, but everyone in the convoy stared at him in a daze.
Seeing this, Zhao Dabao was a little smug. He thought that his poem had stunned all his prey.
He proudly looked around at the dozen or so underlings behind him. The expression on his face was very annoying, as if he was showing off.
Look, your boss is quite cultured.
Ever since the book " Romance of the Tang Dynasty " was circulated among the people, many people knew that there was a general named Cheng Yaojin in it. He used to be a mountain king. When he robbed, he said a very famous poem, which was:
I planted this tree, I opened this mountain. If you want to pass by here, leave behind money to buy the road.
From then on, many people who robbed in front of the mountain liked to use this poem to show that they were cultured.
When Zhao Erbao heard his elder brother recite this poem, he actually managed to scare everyone across from him. He could not help but admire his own brother even more.
Mountain bandits weren't scary, but they were cultured. Cultured mountain bandits were terrifying.
At this moment, Zhao Dabao suddenly heard a child's voice, which dampened his mood.
" How uncultured! How scary!"
What was that?
Someone actually dared to say that he was uncultured. Zhao Dabao's smile instantly turned ugly.
He glared at the convoy and roared,""Who is it? Come out, I promise I won't beat him to death!”
This sentence was naturally said by Bai and Blackie.
He took a few steps forward and stood up. His round eyes stared at Zhao Dabao with disdain.
"I said it!"
Bai Xiaohei pursed his lips and said slowly.
"Brat, do you know how to spell the word 'death'?”
Zhao Dabao glared at him. He did not expect that it was a little boy who refuted him. He was really bold. If he did not shock him, how could he rob him today?
Bai Xiaohei was a little speechless. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and replied,"I know, Uncle. Do you want to ask me for advice?”
After saying that, he squatted down and wrote the word "die" on the ground with his finger. Moreover, it was facing Zhao Dabao.
Zhao Dabao glanced at the word on the ground and asked his lackeys if it was the word "death", but they said they didn't know.
Zhao Dabao was uneducated, and so were his brothers. How could they know how to spell the word 'death'?
Little Black and White were not playing with them. They were just stalling for time so that they could observe the number of people and weapons on the other side so that they could make a choice.
Bai Xiaohei looked at Zhao Dabao and his lackeys, who were pointing at the words he had written on the ground. He was mumbling to himself. He knew that they didn't know how to spell the word 'death'.
He said to Zhao Dabao innocently,"Uncle, the word 'death' is written like this. Now that you know, can you let us go?”
Bai Chongyi looked at his son in shock. The mountain bandits opposite him had stopped moving again. He felt that he was really screwed today. Could it be that these mountain bandits were really here to ask them for advice?
Oh, so that's how the word 'death' is written!
Zhao Dabao thought to himself. He had never read a book, so he didn't recognize many words. Coincidentally, he didn't know how to write the word " death ", so he learned another word today.
No, I'm here to rob, not to ask for advice.
Zhao Dabao shivered and immediately came back to his senses. He shouted at Bai and Blackie,""Motherf * cker, I'm here to rob, not to ask how to write the word 'death'. If you know what's good for you, quickly hand over the goods, or you'll have to stay here forever!”
Bai Chongyi saw that the bandit leader was angry and wanted to say something nice, but his son stopped him.
He raised his head and looked into Zhao Dabao's eyes with difficulty. He said indifferently,"You're wrong!"
What was that?
This brat actually said that I made a mistake. This is the biggest joke.
Zhao Dabao couldn't hold it in anymore. He laughed and said,"Little brat, you actually dare to say that I was wrong! Hahaha!"
"You are indeed wrong. This poem is not like this!”
Bai Xiaohei said calmly.
"I planted this tree, I opened this mountain. If you want to pass by here, leave behind money to buy the road.”
Bai Xiaohei then gave Zhao Dabao a detailed explanation.
I planted the trees here, and I paved this mountain path. You're passing by here, and you're stepping on such a flat road. There are also shade trees to help block the sun, so passers-by should leave money for me as compensation for my labor.
When Zhao Dabao and the other bandits heard this, they felt that this explanation made sense.
He thought, could it be that he was wrong and that the poem the little boy recited was correct?
"Big brother, we are bandits, who cares if the poem is right or not!”
Zhao Erbao noticed his brother's hesitation and reminded him.
That's right. Zhao Dabao felt like he was arguing with a seven-year-old boy.
He pulled out the pistol at his waist and pointed it at Bai Chongyi. He shouted,""Do you want money or your lives? I'll count to ten. If you don't answer, I'll take your lives!”
Bai Chongyi felt a little uncomfortable. My son offended you, why are you pointing a gun at me?
Bai Chongyi had a bitter look on his face. Between money and life, he had to choose one. Of course, he would choose life.
Without life, what was the use of money?
He was about to speak when Bai Xiaohei interrupted him.
"I should be the one asking you this!”
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