Bring The System To Datang

Ajin's tribe gives things away, and other tribes take a look, let's send them too.

Our life is better, we can't watch others feel uncomfortable!

The line stopped to rest, and Brailo's people ate fried noodles in warm broth.

One by one the fire was burning, and people from the tribe surrounded them to keep warm.

"Ajin, you said you were going to Datang and were arrested?" Brailo asked in a low voice.

When he saw the surrounding Datang army, he knew at a glance that someone had copied the military coat and sold it, so he was reluctant to buy it.

A group of people wearing military coats is a question of buying and copying? Obviously belongs to the regular army.

"Look at me like I was caught? My tribe was crushed by the heavy snow, and they just arrived and dug up our things.

They have already collected six tribes before. You should have seen them all. They said they were going to Datang. We can't help it at first sight, let's go!

Look at it, we eat meat every meal, three meals a day.

The one wearing different clothes is Yulin Feiqi, your majesty's private army, great! "

A Jin Chengen Yu Brairo only said a few more words, wanting to persuade the other party to go with him.

Otherwise, he won't talk much. If you follow along, we will consume more on the road.

The owner of the Lijiazhuangzi has agreed to change things in the Wangcheng and first ensure the food for the return journey.

"Are they all?" Brailo asked when he saw people from other tribes.

"Before me, you see you panicked, look at us, is it different?"

When Akin saw Blairo's tribal state, it was too bad.

Seeing that they are not happy, they are not enemies.

Others are sad and sad, just like when they didn't meet the Lijiazhuang team.

I don't know how to live in the future, and how many people will die.

"Is it a slave in the Tang Dynasty?" Blailo squeezed out the word Sichuan between his brows.

"Where is there a slave? There used to be a place to live, they don't want slaves, they want people.

Are you going? If you want to go, I will ask them and say, count you, you must have plenty of food on the return trip.

Look at my hands, whiter than yours, using soap and skin cream.

Wrap their tape around the place where the thumb is cracked, look at my shoes, grass, grass.

This grass can be softened with a stick and put in the shoes, but it is warm. "

Ah Jin persuaded from the side that he did not want the savior to miss the opportunity.

Brailo had already felt the difference, and the expressions of the people of other tribes were relaxed, and had nothing to do with the pain after the disaster.

Especially small children who watch the excitement with their eyes wide open and suck back without a drooling nose.

The old man used his free time to take the woman to weave things together. Is that Ulagrass? Isn't it hard? It's soft after a pounding?

In addition, there are too many horses, eating grass carried on the sleigh.

As the torch shines, the own tribe seems to be in a different world from the other.

Brailo's people don't think much about it. The fried noodles made with the broth are delicious, and it won't be so cold after a bite.

Brairo has been hesitating all the time, he has become accustomed to the current way of living, let him give up the land he owns to a strange place, he can't make up his mind.

Fan Fan is telegraphing, he doesn't care what time it is now, important things, more than a thousand people.

Li Yi didn't sleep. When he got the news, he was drawing the renderings of the Martyrs Cemetery, which is not good enough now.

The Martyrs Cemetery is not a solitary grave, it needs sunshine, atmosphere, majestic and heavy.

"It's best to have a scooter with children playing in it, and let the children play in it.

Adults are not good, children are instinct to play, and in the martyrs cemetery, the laughter of the children is what the martyrs expected.

Fortunately, there is no sound, and there will be no square dancing.

The elderly use their own labor to embody their own value, and their existence is their status. "

Li Yi said his thoughts to Princess Yongmu.

"Isn't the old man afraid of hurting himself when he dances?" Princess Yongmu has never seen a square dance. She thinks that dancing is very difficult for the old man.

"It is to play music, beat the drum vigorously, then take two steps to the left, three steps to the right, and move forward with the left foot and the right foot to make a cross step.

It's not about age, it's character. Including a group of people of all ages who sing and sing when they walk next to other people's houses at night.

Their purpose is not to exercise by themselves, but to prove the existence of own through this behavior and force others to recognize and accept it.

They are showing themselves. As for the little dolls of other people's homes, they were so scared that they were out of consideration. "

Li Yi said with a helpless expression, and then became happy again. This is Datang, no one can do that.

Princess Yongmu shook her head: "Li Lang bluffs me, how can there be such a person who does not wanting face? Where is the virtue?

Oh! When children play in the Martyrs’ Cemetery, pay attention to the time and temperature, and don’t get sick. "

"Arrange manpower, the child sweats a lot and deal with it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you are sick, you should think that there is something dirty in the cemetery of the martyrs."

Li Yi agreed with this proposal. As far as the problem of harassing the people lies in law enforcement, the inaction of law enforcement agencies is the root.

"Telegram, the proprietor, let me translate it for you! I met another tribe, more than a thousand people, and an avalanche, Fan Fan asked what to do!"

The small robot next to it suddenly received a message, and it could also receive a telegram. As for translation, it didn't take a second.

"Call back and ask Zhuang Hu and Yu Lin Feiqi to tell them about Li Family Zhuangzi's daily life. Don't exaggerate, tell the truth, it's a pity that Hao Lingquan is not there."

Li Yi thought of the individual, General Hao Lingquan Hao, and a large group of tribes in Tubo, because of his existence, joined the warm family one after another.

Hao Lingquan should be sent to Bohai next time, I think it can bring back more people.

Fan Fan received the order to greet Yulin Feiqi to pull the house.

He collapsed hard, praised the old man for being strong and understandable, praised men for being strong and fierce, praised children for being well-behaved and sensible, praised others' daughter-in-law... virtuous.

Brailo's people were embarrassed to be praised, and thought that these Yulin Feiqi were good people.

Fan Fan took out a piece of candy from his pocket, Cebrero's youngest son: "There are more than a thousand people, but there are no ordinary people in the Tang Dynasty, so the owner of Li Dongzhu's Zhuangzi is okay."

"Li Yi...what's the place like Li Dongzhu Zhuangzi?" Brayluo asked along the way, he was curious.

Everyone says what Li Yi is like, and how powerful is Li Jiazhuang? Also eat three meals a day? Can you see the meat?

"What...Ah! I'm angry when I mention it. We Yulin Feiqi and His Majesty live in Lijiazhuangzi, and there are some people from Sixteen Guards."

Fan Fan said that he punched his thigh with his fist, with a hateful expression on his face.

"He is not good to you? Sometimes you can only eat one meal a day? You still can't eat meat?"

Brairo is very concerned about how many meals other people eat a day and whether they have meat. It seems that three meals with meat are the most beautiful life.

"It's just that people are angry when it comes to eating. I cook dozens of dishes at a time and choose whatever you want. Sometimes you are not allowed to go back when you choose the wrong one.

Then throw away the leftovers, put them in large buckets, and don't need them one after the other.

Like the nearby Zhangjia Village, people are much better, usually eat six dishes, basically can eat up, and pour less. "

Fan Fan said sadly, accusing Li Jiazhuang of the poor selection of dishes, and throwing it away.

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