Back Off, Let Me Come

Your home is gone~oh~

Qian Yong said this sentence in many twists and turns, in a strange way.

This situation and scene accurately shattered the dignity that the leader of Zhen Kingdom had tried hard to preserve. Instantly, he was furious and furious. He said in a hoarse voice: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Uncle Qianhe, you - poof -"

Qian Yong saw that his face was turning blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyes were as wide as bells, and he was clutching his chest in pain, so he guessed that the leader of Zhen Kingdom was so angry that he was holding it back. He raised his hand and patted his vest, injecting martial energy to break through the blockage brutishly.

Along with the severe pain, fresh air rushed into the nose and soothed the burning in the lungs. He gasped for air as if he were surviving a catastrophe, and the knuckles of his hands trembled uncontrollably as he propped himself on the ground. One can imagine the psychological impact of having two brushes with death in a short period of time. Qian Yong was very dissatisfied with his performance——

It feels good, but not enough.

"Why don't you ask me for help?"

This is the part that I like to see in revenge novels.

The enemy is as motionless as a dead fish, making it boring to watch.

Qian Yong could only put the words "The villain will succeed" on his face, and clearly told the leader of the Zhen Kingdom that he was just here to entertain the other party and have fun: "I am different from you. You were unkind and unrighteous back then. Ding Dian Regardless of the friendship between classmates, how can I be such a villain? As long as you open your mouth, I guarantee that you will survive, but you will only be a commoner in the future. "

Hehehe, he is still a commoner in his home field.

Whether Qian Yong is in a good mood or not, he can pull him out to admire it.

The leader of Zhen Kingdom was so angry that his chest heaved rapidly.

If he could stay alive, of course he would be willing to do so. If he died, he would have nothing, and if he was alive, he could still lurk in the dark and plot. There is a premise for all this - there is no shortage of glory, wealth and honor! Let him become an ordinary citizen? Is this different from being an ant?

Ants and common people can be easily trampled to death by the powerful!

How could Qian Yong, a dark and despicable person, miss the opportunity to humiliate himself? Knowing that the commander-in-chief of Kang State was Qian Yong, his tense nerves relaxed a lot, and the guilt of killing his wife and daughter disappeared - he was right to kill! If they were allowed to fall into the hands of Qian Yong alive, Qian Yong would definitely humiliate them until they died!

He killed them with one sword to reduce their pain.

"You! Fart!"

The Lord of Zhen Kingdom spat out a mouthful of frothy bloody phlegm.

Qian Yong squatted down, feeling strange.

"You magnanimously spared the life of a bereaved dog, but you are still not satisfied? If you don't want this or that, then what do you want? Do you still want glory and wealth? If you become a slave to a subjugated country, you should have the consciousness of a subjugated slave! Glory, wealth, high official position If you don't want to pee now, find a river and take a sip of it. Let's drink it and look at your old face. Do you think you are worthy? If you are too scared to pee, I can do it for you. It's a little yellow, which makes it look even worse when photographed..."

The leader of Zhen Kingdom was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die.

He did humiliate Qian Yong back then, but how could he be as vulgar as him? He breathed heavily and roared with hatred: "Uncle Qian, if you have the guts, kill me! If you are a man, kill me!"

Qian Yong asked him to calm down.

"Don't worry, it's better to die than live."

The military merit of capturing the leader of Zhen Kingdom alive is greater than that of a dead man.

Qian Yong's calculations were loud and clear.

"Come here, tie him up and end the fight as soon as possible! If you hurry up, you can make it in time for dinner! Let the people below remember that those who should be captured cannot be missed, those who should not be captured should not be touched, and be careful of military law!" During the melee, the situation was chaotic, and there was no guarantee that soldiers would not take advantage of the chaos to violate regulations and discipline. Qian Yong had been fighting all his life and was accustomed to this phenomenon, but he couldn't stand the disallowance from above.

Whatever the superiors think, he will do.

In this regard, Qian Yong's cooperation is very high.

Every time he cleans the battlefield, he has to give three or five orders and give instructions. To remind someone to step on the thunder is like hanging himself. He is impatient and cannot save him: "Come, come, classmate, take me to visit." Lord’s new home.”

After taking two steps, he stopped.

He turned around and ordered: "Seal all the city gates!"

Don't let the fat sheep packing up your belongings get away!

The subordinate officer cupped his fists and accepted the order: "I obey your orders!"

Qian Yong waved with a bright smile: "Go and get busy!"

Under normal circumstances, military soldiers are not allowed to commit adultery, robbery, let alone harass the common people. Violators will be dealt with according to military law. However, occasionally there are unusual circumstances and some restrictions can be relaxed appropriately.

For example, a person flees with his family carrying a large amount of property.

Such people are generally either rich or noble.

In times of chaos, bandits are rampant. Who else should we keep an eye on if we don’t keep an eye on the fat sheep? It is inevitable to lose a few, a dozen or even dozens of cars at every turn. It's also their fault that they ran away, they didn't even understand the principle of keeping their wealth secret, and they were targeted by gangsters!

If they had stayed at home, how could these accidents have happened? Their troops never break into someone's home and rob them.

When Qian Yong first found out, he thought Shen Tang was unnecessary.

[You ask your soldiers to come directly to your door and ask for it, how dare they not give it to you? 】

You have to beat around the bush, take off your pants and fart!

Shen Tang said: [We are not bandits! 】

Qian Yong: [……]

Shen Tang explained: [The purpose is not to make more money, but to attack the local gangsters, severely weaken their spirit, and give them power. At the same time, we can also make a little extra money. 】

Qian Yong was puzzled: [Is there a difference? 】

[I felt like I was setting up an archway like a bitch...] When he opened his mouth, he was disobedient. He paused and corrected, [No, I was setting up an archway like a duck! I can't be a bitch... The person who was robbed is not stupid, how can he not guess what happened to us? 】

Shen Tang said: [So what if you guessed it? No one believes it! 】

Are more wealthy people being robbed or ordinary people who are not being harassed? Shen Tang can just hold the latter's heart, and the former will bark as much as he likes. If they make her unhappy, they will give them gold coins if they are short of money. Come a few times and you'll be honest.

Qian Yong rubbed his fingers: [This, this...]

Shen Tang: [……]

Looking at Qian Yong, who was hesitating but whose actions were clearly hinting at himself, Shen Tang waved his hand: [Okay, okay--]

70% must be confiscated and the remaining 30% should be rewarded.

Shen Tang doesn't care how this part is allocated.

Some things can't be done too well. She blocked most of the sources of gray income for the current generals, and strictly required them not to do this or that, and not to disturb the local people after conquering cities and territories. Violators would be dealt with according to military law. In exchange, other aspects should naturally be relaxed appropriately. This part of the reward is the compromise.

But there is one thing -

[Don’t fool me with shoddy goods. 】

Among the military generals, there are Gong Xiqiu who is dedicated to practicing fighting and is not sensitive to money; there is Yun Ce who is conscientious and conscientious in his duties; he does not insist on fame and fortune, and there are also seasoned ones like Qian Yong who want to get a little bit of everything. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Shen Tang cannot ask everyone to be pure and good. This is unrealistic. It is inevitable that some people will be greedy for profit and do something small with this part of the income, such as concealing it, confiscating defective products, and keeping the good ones to share...

Shen Tang can only tell the ugly story.

Qian Yong naturally understands this too.

He has repeatedly said that he is very aware of current affairs.

This is indeed the case. Even Zhao Feng could not help but encourage Li Wan to adopt the Zhengguo mentality. Qian Yong, an old man, was like a mess. Where Shen Tang's bottom line is, he may be able to see it more clearly than most civil and military officials, just an old fox!

From the Earth Dragon's stand-up to the city's destruction and melee, to the commotion subsided, the whole process took less than an hour. Some people who live in remote areas are still in a fog, unaware that the city under their feet has changed its owner. Until someone shouted that the enemy was coming!

For a while, the sound of crying for father and mother could be heard all the time.

Then the man shouted again——

"The fight is over!"

"Then why don't you run away quickly?"

"We can't escape, the city gates are closed by them!"

This news hit everyone's hearts like a bolt from the blue.

An old man shed tears.

She was too familiar with this method. The enemy was extremely vicious. Closing the city gate was a prelude to looting and even massacre behind closed doors.

The common people who were not informed were as anxious as overheated ants. They could only hide if they could not escape. According to their experience, as long as they hide well and don't let the ancestors of the soldiers catch them, they can avoid disaster. If you are lucky, you can still save part of your belongings! For a time, there were only a few people on the street and every house was closed.

Lock the door to lock the door, hide the cellar to hide the cellar.

This made Gong Xiqiu unable to find any store if he wanted to buy food.

He was the one who was in charge of killing and not burying them. The city had been conquered. The remaining matters were not within his scope of responsibility. He simply explained a few words and started to move around freely. He had a whim today and wanted to try out the new ability of the Martial Gut Totem. He didn't expect that the consumption of martial energy would be so great. The Five Zang Temples were beating gongs and drums in protest. The logistics haven't been arranged yet, so he can only find a nearby restaurant to deal with it.

result--

Restaurants are either closed or open but no one is there.

Gong Xiqiu keenly noticed that there were people observing him secretly. These were common people hiding at home. He was in a bad mood and was about to go in and grab a cook to start the business. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his elder brother flying across the sky. He quickly stopped him and said, "Brother!"

Jimo Qiu stopped: "What's the matter?"

Gong Xiqiu said: "Brother, are you still busy?"

There is nothing to do in Jimoqiu.

He came here this time simply because he was worried about Gong Xiqiu - his younger brother had a strange destiny, and even had a valiant totem. After another transformation and evolution, he actually had the ability to take away people's vitality. This ability has always been overbearing, easy to lose control of, and difficult to control.

Don't worry if he comes to watch.

If something goes wrong, you can use divine power to suppress it and minimize the harm. Gong Xiqiu was quite satisfied. Apart from being a little jerky for the first time, nothing bad happened that he was worried about. Gong Xiqiu waved to him and said with a smile: "If you are not busy, have a meal."

"The restaurant is empty."

"It's easy, do it yourself."

Ask your brother to come down and take charge of the cooking. Isn’t there already a cook?

Under the secret and anxious gaze of the nearby people, these two men with foreign accents and armors entered the kitchen one after another. The common people hiding in the dry well can still hear the brothers talking.

"Why are there no kitchen utensils?"

Gong Xiqiu said: "For the common people, these appliances can also be self-defense items. They must have been brought with them when fleeing."

Jimo Qiu could only use martial energy to turn into a spatula.

"Fortunately, the ingredients are still there."

If there were any missing ingredients or side dishes, the high priest would sprout them on the spot.

After a while, the fragrant smell filled the air. Gong Xiqiu sat in front of the stove and looked at the fire. He smelled it and found that it was his favorite food. The smile on his lips became a little wider: "Brother, I haven't seen you in the past month. What are you busy with?"

Jimo Qiu speaks straightforwardly.

"You can't see me because you always stick to Adou. With Adou around, can you still see me as your brother?" After saying that, he changed the subject, "But I've been busy recently. The New Year is coming, and according to the old rules, we have to prepare for the sacrificial dance and practice."

"Sacrificial dance? Why didn't I see you prepare it in previous years?"

"I was fighting."

There may not be a war during the New Year this year.

The so-called sacrificial dance is a sacrificial dance to please the gods. It is a major event in the tribe. The high priest will dance the sacrificial dance at the ceremony, communicate with the gods through dance and music, and listen to the oracle. At the same time, pray for the safety and prosperity of the tribe in the coming year. Gong Xichou liked this day the most when he was a child. He would always go to line up early to wait for the ceremony.

Thinking of the excitement of the past and the loneliness of today, even Gong Xichou couldn't help sighing: "There are only a few of us, and the show is a bit shabby. I guess the gods are not willing to come. There are many people in Fengluo. Do you want to spend money to find someone to come and join in the fun?"

Jimo Qiu cooked neatly.

From time to time, he would pick up a wooden stick and sprinkle something into the pot.

"The gods don't decide whether to come or not based on whether it's lively or not... However, your suggestion is not unreasonable..." In his memory, the prince used to like lively things very much. "It's the New Year's Day after winning the battle, so it's really better to have more lively things..."

"What does it have to do with winning the battle?"

"Pray to my gods, and you will be successful in everything and have a prosperous military fortune."

Gong Xichou didn't care about these things, he only cared about one thing.

"How is the practice going?"

Jimo Qiu sighed: "I haven't practiced for a long time, so I'm not good at it."

Gong Xichou comforted: "What are you afraid of? Practice makes perfect. If big brother can't do it alone, I can do it for you."

Wearing the clothes of the high priest and performing the sacrificial dance was his biggest dream when he was a child. Even now that he has grown up, this urge has not completely disappeared. Big brother can't do it, he will do it!

Jimo Qiu didn't answer.

But there was a dish that almost made Gong Xichou's soul burst out of the ninth heaven. He didn't dare to open his mouth for fear that his throat would spit fire!

"Why is it so spicy?"

Jimo Qiu calmly handed him water: "Your Wudan totem has too much death energy, and you are a person in the world of the living after all, so you can't be in close contact with death energy. Eating some chili peppers will help you get rid of the death energy as soon as possible."

Gong Xichou drank it all in one gulp and felt a little better.

"Ahem, it won't be like this every time, right?"

Then he won't dare to fight with all his strength in the future.

Jimo Qiu opened his eyes, which were similar to Gong Xichou's but much gentler, and said: "No, this time it was a temporary emergency."

Gong Xichou finally put his heart at ease.

Both brothers were not small appetites. They swept away all the ingredients in the kitchen. When Jimo Qiu left, he left some silver coins. His voice was not loud but could be clearly heard by the hiding common people: "These should be enough to buy. If there is not enough, you can ask me to make up for it."

After that, he bowed and left.

The anxious common people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Jimo Qiu could also fire by himself, but other Wuzu didn't light up this skill. Some people waited obediently for the logistics to serve the meal, while some people directly pulled out the cook: "Hurry up and serve the food, the money is enough, I am starving... I will only eat two meals in these two days of rapid walking!"

One of the meals was eaten while rapid walking.

Although they were not so hungry that they could not bear it, they were all holding back their anger.

Break through the city gate as soon as possible so that we can have a meal!

|ω`)

Alas, the more I see the examples around me, the more I feel that the relationship between parents and children is "subtle". Maybe there is really karma in the dark.

It's been hot in Wenzhou these days.

A relative (quite close) had a conflict with his parents. His 60-year-old parents had nowhere to go with their elders, so they had to live in the mountains (the old house on the mountain is my family's. Last year, my family spent tens of thousands of yuan to rebuild the collapsed old house and use it to place the elders' portraits and tablets). It was super hot there, and the old house had no air conditioning. Xianggu went there once and sweated all over when he stood still.

Both sides actually have big problems, and Xianggu doesn't stand for anyone.

I just saw them with completely white hair living in the mountains with a pair of elderly people (the parents are in their early sixties, and the other couple is in their eighties). They were obviously not stable in their old age, and I felt sad. I thought of myself.

What is the relationship between children and parents?

And why did it come to this?