Bright Era

In the filthy and dilapidated house, Granda, Graum and other families fell to the ground, tumbling and struggling, crying in pain.

"Money, my money!" Granta wailed with red eyes: "My money, my money, my money! The gold coins left by great grandfather, the gold coins left by grandfather, the gold coins left by father , The gold coins I earn, my money, my money!"

Granta's body twitched, his face turned hideous and ugly because of the distortion, like an evil spirit. His eyes were red, emitting a fierce light that people dare not look at. The strength is low, and he doesn't even have the strength of a human warrior. He didn't know where the strength came from, and his fingers plunged deeply into the blue bricks on the ground, scratching deep marks on the blue bricks.

The nails and fingers were worn to blood on the blue brick, but Granta felt no pain at all. He just convulsed and wailed in pain, and big tears of blood kept falling from his face.

The other people of Granta were not much better. His few brothers were also convulsed in pain. They stared at the empty and open tunnel entrance, sending out hopelessness, like a lone wolf with a dead spouse. Weeping bitterly.

"My money, my money!" These Granta brothers and sisters hissed, "Granta, pay our money back, pay our money back!"

Two ugly-born middle-aged women rushed to Granta, and their sharp claws slashed across his face, making his old face that wasn't very handsome. Blood came out quickly, and Granta, who was in despair and pain, jumped up angrily. He clenched his fists and slapped his two sisters in a slapped face.

"It's your fault, it's your fault!" Granta wailed: "You must have taken my money, it must be!"

Graum stared at the tunnel entrance, his whole body twitching violently, his mouth turned white, his mouth slowly opened, and a hysterical wailing like a cuckoo's blood poured out from his mouth madly!

"Granta, old immortal, you old miser!" Graham angrily pointed at Granta in the fierce battle and roared: "You asked me to deposit all my money here. You use the patriarch. In name, the money of all the people is required to be stored together. It is you who said that it is safer to put the money together! I gave you most of my property for safekeeping, but my money! My money! My money! "

Graham jumped up angrily, beating like a fat big toad. He shook his muscles violently, and wailed hoarsely: "My yellow gold coin! My white silver coin! My shiny and lovely copper! I can't bear to eat, to wear, to find a woman, even a wife. Find one, lest they spend my money!"

As if a whirlwind rushed over, Granme rushed to Granta's body, his hands tightly pinched Granta's neck. He grinned and roared: "I am conscientious, careful, frugal, and use the easy-to-earn money. All the profits I made for my family in the past few years, as well as my own money, are gone, no more. It's all gone!"

Granta was pinched by his own son and rolled his eyes. He made a chuckle in pain, and his body twitched.

The other clansmen rushed up, punching and kicking Granta. These tribesmen, who had lost all their wealth and fell into a desperate and crazy state, didn't make any effort at all, and many of them greeted the deadly key of Granta.

Fortunately, these tribesmen of Granta are weak enough. Many people are not as good as ordinary teenagers because of chronic malnutrition. So although they surrounded Granta let go, but Granta survived by chance.

On the contrary, Graham has the power of a status warrior. He pinched Granta to death, which almost choked his father alive.

Granta let out a desperate whine. At the moment when he was about to be strangled to death by his own son, he pulled out the knife for cutting bread and ham from his sleeve, and stabbed Grann with a fierce knife. On his lap. The blood spurted out with a ‘wheeze’, and Graham screamed in pain, he covered his injured thigh and retreated sharply, then screamed hoarsely.

"My silk leggings! Tights with a market price of three hundred gold coins! You **** old thing, you broke it! You ruined a pair of leggings worth three hundred gold coins! My money, my money, My money!"

All the people of Granta looked at Graham at the same time. They were all wearing gowns made of coarse cloth or linen. Although each of them had a net worth of 100,000 or hundreds of thousands of gold coins, their clothes were just like ordinary Poor farmers are no different.

For a long time, everyone has been very uncomfortable with the gorgeously dressed Graham, everyone thinks that he is the family's prodigal, the biggest prodigal. But because they really don't have any discernment of various luxury goods, they always think that the clothes on Graham, such as his silk trousers, are at most two or three gold coins.

Suddenly, when Graham said that his trousers were worth three hundred gold coins, everyone's eyes instantly turned red!

"You **** fellow!" A middle-aged man roared angrily: "When we eat frugally and save money for the family. When our children can only eat gruel! When we are sick You can only drink plenty of water to lower your body temperature, and you are reluctant to take a little medicine! When we can only live with a thin animal skin in the winter!"

Another middle-aged man looked at Graham bitterly, and howled hysterically: "You **** prodigal, trousers for three hundred gold coins! A pair of trousers for three hundred gold coins? This is enough for all our people to live. Good days for five or six years!"

A few middle-aged women, all of them are Graham’s aunts, these old women who are not old, ugly, without a trace of powder on their faces jumped up like ghosts, and rushed towards Graham frantically .

"We live so economically, why can you wear a pair of trousers with three hundred gold coins?" These old women waved their sharp claws, and grabbed Graum fiercely. Seeing their desperate energy, they had the urge to completely disfigure Graham and grab his eyeballs.

Graum pulled out a dagger in desperation and swung it randomly, he shouted loudly, threatening these old women who were in a state of madness. He was full of grievances, melancholy, and a pain that he had made a great contribution to the family, but did not understand it.

Silk leggings of three hundred gold coins, is this what he wants to wear?

Baron Graham, wasn't it because he wanted to do business with the nobles of the upper class, that he bought the title of nobility and put on this brilliant outfit? Without such a valuable thing, which nobleman is willing to deal with his Graham?

In the past five or six years, Graham had only three decent outfits in total! Dignified Baron, the owner of millions of gold coins, he only has three sets of luxurious outfits that he can take out to meet people!

These **** guys, these sitting parasites, the scum of these families, they don't know anything!

They only know that they keep asking themselves for gold coins! gold! gold!

What else would they do besides spending money? Of course, Graham admits that these **** guys don’t spend a lot of money. There are many people whose whole family spends two or three gold coins for a year, which is more than that of many people in the market or even the poor in slums. To save much.

However, because they are members of the family, and because they have a certain share in the family business, they have to deduct a layer of gold powder from the top of every gold coin that Graham earned! Year after year, Graham has been exploited by them hundreds of thousands of gold coins!

"Hit me, hit hard!"

Graham rushed up with a nasty breath, he jumped up hysterically, swung a short sword to force several old women back again and again, and then shouted to his dozen or so guards. The guards of Graham rushed up with a gloomy expression, and they hit the group of people in Graham.

Although Graham's guards are really influential, they are just one of the worst mercenaries in Vias Harbor. But these people also have the strength of the lower rank and even the status. Facing this group of ordinary people in the Graham family, they could easily overturn one in three or two.

Graum roared angrily, and kept ordering death. So these guards were really merciless when they started. They twisted the arms of the Graum tribe, kicked their thighs, broke their ribs, and beat them to the ground embarrassed with blood.

Even Granta was interrupted by an arm, and fell to the ground crying.

Graham spit heavily on the ground. He glanced at these people in disgust, glanced at Granta with no emotion, and muttered in a gloomy and gloomy low voice: "Father, that's it. ! You failed to fulfill your promise, our money, all our money, are gone! Then, let’s split up! From now on, my business will be my business, and I won’t take care of you anymore, and you don’t have to Control me!"

Taking out a silk handkerchief and wiping his nose fiercely, Graum said grimly: "Now you are a bunch of paupers, but I am different... I still have two million gold coins in the bank of the Jinbei family. You will die in poverty, I am still Baron Graham!"

With a cold snort, Graham turned around and left. His guards made a few rude gestures towards Graham’s clansmen, and then huddled Graham tightly and left the screaming little girl. courtyard.

Granta howled hoarsely: "Grum, you **** bastard, you come back to me, you come back to me!"

And the other clansmen also yelled: "Separation, Granta, separation... This day, there is no way!"

Granta was dumbfounded, and then he spat out blood. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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