Farm Gate Escape: There is Room For Full-level Bosses

  Chapter 91 You should kneel down and be grateful 【Please subscribe! 】

   Now there is a shortage of food everywhere. These people have no household registration. Wang Fengjing expects them to be unable to buy food in the town.

   The grain stocks in other villages are not as large as theirs. Village Chief Zhao cannot buy grain when he goes to other villages.

  Wang Fengjing felt that he was still cheap.

   Such a high price makes it clear that they are going to be slaughtered.

   Zhao Village Chief laughed and said: "Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. The number of big brothers is too high, can't it be cheaper?"

   Wang Fengjing's eldest son, Wang Qi, snorted coldly, "Whoever is a neighbor with your group of refugees, if you can't hand over food next year, you'll be a fallout, and you will only have low status! If we are willing to sell you food, we should kneel down and be grateful."

  Wang Fengjing not only did not reprimand his son, but felt that what his son said was reasonable, he echoed: "We sell your food, but your family and future children and grandchildren will be saved. Three times the price, isn't it worth it?"

  Wang Qizhang said more and more, "Father, I don't think they can make any money at all. Don't waste time with these degenerates, it's just bad luck."

   Zhao Village Chief suddenly changed his face.

   They are too indifferent to people.

   Village Chief Zhao angrily clenched his fists and wanted to reason with Wang Fengjing.

   "Whoosh", Qingfeng drew his sword.

The    sword light flashed, and before everyone blinked, the hair on the top of Wang Qi's head was gone.

Qingfeng retracted his sword neatly, and Wang Qi felt that the top of his head was light and fluttering. When he touched his hand, he suddenly cried out in horror, "Father! My hair is gone! It's gone!" Not sure what to do, it was either his hair or his head that was cut off.

   Dare to touch his son, Wang Fengjing was furious: "In broad daylight, you group of refugees dare to commit murder and hurt others, we will arrest you now and report to the officials!"

  Qingfeng and the others are only a dozen people. Here in Lintian Village, Wang Fengjing shouted, and the villagers immediately looked for guys in all directions and wanted to tie Qingfeng and them.

   Seeing that the villagers were fiercely picking up hoes and scythes to deal with them, the village chief Zhao was either worried that he could not beat them, or that he had beaten them, and that he would cause trouble when he first came here.

  Wang Qi covered the top of his head, stared at Qingfeng, and said bitterly: "I will pluck the hairs on your head, one by one, and make them into brooms!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, the breeze swept away, and the villagers suddenly widened their eyes. Wang Qi flew out, and stuck into the ground heavily.

  The villagers of Lintian Village were so frightened that they swallowed their saliva at the sight of Shang Qingfeng's cold eyes.

   These people have killed people.

  Wang Fengjing has been the village chief for so many years, and he has never suffered such a big loss. If he doesn't teach this group of refugees a lesson, wouldn't he be riding on the top of their Lintian Village and urinating on his head in the future!

He picked up his unconscious son, his anger was even greater, and he yelled at the villagers: "What are you doing, these people have hit our own doorstep, and we can't keep them for the New Year! A group of refugees, It was not a day before I arrived here, and I dared to use a prohibited weapon to hurt someone, and now I will be beaten to death, it will be cheaper for them to beat me to death."

   Refugees will be beheaded when they make trouble. Qingfeng also hurts the village chief's son, so he can't escape properly.

  The villagers had no worries, and the moment they rushed up, the dark guards shot.

   "Papapapa—" One person slapped them and flew them out with the **** and sickle.

   They fell to the ground one by one, covering their hot faces, all showing expressions of doubt about life.

   How could someone slap them on the ground.

   With so many villagers, they couldn't deal with more than a dozen people. Wang Fengjing was terrified. Could it be that they encountered the legendary meticulous work!

   They shouldn't want their own lives and their sons' lives!

  Thinking of this, Wang Fengjing's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and he threatened with a trembling: "Get out of here, if you are sensible, or I will go to the government and report you as a meticulous work!"

   Village Chief Zhao felt a sigh in his heart. He knew people like Village Chief Wang too well. Even if he spared him now, he would turn his head and report them.

   Qingfeng has been a commander for so many years, yet he is still afraid of the threat of such a person.

   As soon as Wang Fengjing finished speaking, she flew forward and picked up Village Chief Wang, whose pupils shrank violently, without thinking.

   The cool breeze is close at hand, like a life-threatening ghost in hell, Wang Fengjing's back is full of cold sweat.

   He regretted it all at once and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm not going, I'm really not going!" But there was a flash of cunning in his eyes.

Qingfeng's eyes darkened, he grabbed his neck and lifted him effortlessly, Wang Fengjing's legs were hanging in the air, struggling to the death, only a whimper could be heard in his throat, and the villagers all stared in horror. eyes.

   Does she really dare to kill!

   The sense of suffocation that killed him kept tightening. Just when Village Chief Wang thought he was going to die, Qingfeng let go and threw him lightly on the ground.

  The village chief Wang stepped into **** with one foot, and suddenly saved his life. It was too late to be happy, and the meaningful gaze towards Shang Qingfeng suddenly made him retreat in fear. Qingfeng was warning him that she could take his life at any time.

  The village chief Wang was completely cowardly. If the newspaper officer let Qingfeng run away, their family would definitely be wiped out.

   Wang Village Chief showed a timid expression, and Qingfeng glanced coldly at the surrounding villagers. Everyone quickly glanced down, for fear that they would be targeted by Qingfeng.

   Anyway, he was already offended. Village Chief Zhao looked at Village Chief Wang, compared a number, and asked in a calm voice, "Brother, do you want to sell this amount of food or not?"

   Wang Village Chief wanted to vomit blood when he saw the number that Zhao Village Chief had compared. The price was 20% lower than the town price just now, but now it is 40% lower.

However, Qingfeng looked at him coldly. He didn't dare to refuse, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Sell! But we can only sell five hundred catties of grain, which is already the most ration our village can squeeze out." He I glanced at Qingfeng, afraid that they would not believe it, and said cautiously: "Really, we really only have so much surplus food, if we give it to you, our whole village will starve to death, otherwise, I don't dare to Three times your price."

   Five hundred catties of grain was not enough for so many of them to have a full meal, and the village chief Zhao inevitably showed a disappointed look.

   He asked again, "Is there any food in other villages?"

   Wang Village Chief: "This year's grain tax is already heavy. It's basically impossible for you to buy a lot of grain."

   Village Chief Zhao had no choice but to say: "Then you can go and pull out five hundred catties of grain." Bringing these grains back is better than losing the grains.

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