For a Prosperous World

Wei Zhuang passed the corridor, but saw that the lights in a room were still on, and it was already late at night.

Standing in front of the door, Wei Zhuang was silent, raised his hand and rang the door.

"Bumping."

"Come in." A sound came from the room, sounding sleepy.

With a soft sound, the door was slowly opened, and Wei Zhuang stood by the door and looked into the room.

The oil lamp was lit on the desk case, but the man in the white robe had not yet fallen asleep, but leaned over the desk case and wrote something.

Gu Nan turned around, but found Wei Zhuang standing by the door, with a doubtful look in his eyes: "Xiao Zhuang?"

He smiled, and then went back and continued to write the text in his hand: "What are you doing?"

Wei Zhuang stood there, and the light cast a shadow of the figure in front of the table, and shone on the ground: "Sister, it's too late."

"Um." Gu Nan nodded and responded, then he heard Wei Zhuang's meaning, raised his head and smiled at him: "I don't need to rest, you go first."

"Well." Wei Zhuang glanced at the table in front of Gu Nan, it should be an order notice.

Without saying more, he closed the door gently.

A notice was posted on the street of Xinzheng the next day.

A man walking on the street looked puzzledly at a crowd of people in the distant street, asking for a bite of dry food to the boss on the side of the stall.

"Hey, shop, what's the matter?" Said the man, pointing to the distant crowd.

The boss put down his buddy, looked up into the distance, and said plainly, "You don't know yet?"

"Know what?" The man asked, chewing dry food.

"A few days ago." The boss lowered his head and said, "Isn't something wrong in the city that night?"

"What happened?" The man thought back, thinking of the night a few days ago: "It really felt like something big happened that night, but I don't know the specifics."

"Why don't you even know this?" The boss looked at him with a smile and looked around. There was no one, and he whispered in front of the man.

"Our noble masters from South Korea said they were going to restore their country and betrayed them."

"Betrayal!" The man almost shouted as his eyes opened.

The boss quickly covered his mouth and glared at him: "Are you crazy? You shout so loudly about this, you don't want to die, I want it."

Said to retract his hand.

"Hey, what happened then?" The man asked, continuing his interest.

"How's it going?" The boss sighed and shook his head: "What else can I do? All those Qin people were killed. I heard that the leading man was also deadly and violent. dead."

"Is that so?" The man sighed pitifully, but then remembered what looked at the crowd and said, "So, what's going on, you haven't said it yet."

"That's it." The boss patted the dust on his hands, and put his hands on the stand.

"I heard that the Qin people seized the old and expensive fields and food that had died, and they wanted to share with us."

"Parting with us?" The man cried.

"Why do you always yell and scare away my guests? I and you are endless." The boss said helplessly.

"It belongs to us. There is some grain in each household's field."

"Everyone has a field." Swallowed, and the man licked his mouth. "But really?"

You have to know that with this Toda and grain, his family will not worry about this winter.

"What's really going on?" The boss scolded, staring.

"The Qin people occupied us in South Korea, killed our brother in the family, and divided our lands with us. We still want to be grateful?"

The man said a moment, looking at the notice in the distance, his brother also died a few years ago when he fought with the Qin people.

His eyes were red and he patted the booth and cursed, "Mother, it's really nothing!"

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In the next month or so, Xinzheng's Tato distribution was complete.

In a household in the field, a young man smiled and put the bean bag in his hand on the ground. Then he sat in the fence of the courtyard and looked at a piece of land in his hand.

An old man was also sitting in the yard repairing the agricultural tools in his hand. It was a little loose, but he could still use it for a while.

Taking a look at the smirking young man who has been sitting since entering the door, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The young man turned back and raised the Tian Qi in his hand: "I went to the city today to get the Tian Qi that was separated by the last family, a household."

"This." The old man nodded slightly: "Hold it."

The young man looked at the old man's response and stunned: "Dad, are you unhappy?"

The old man glanced up at him, and continued to bow his head to fiddle with the farm implements: "It's okay, give the grandson more food this winter."

"Hey, I know." The young man smiled and held Tian Qi in his hand: "I hoped for this day. I knew this was the case. It's okay to ask the Qin people to control this land."

This was heard by the old man in the courtyard, but the old man's hand stopped.

Standing up and walking behind the young man: "What did you just say."

The young man turned around, but saw the old man staring at himself with red eyes: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"What did you just say?"

"I, I said, this realm was called by the Qin people ..."

"Snapped."

Before the young man finished speaking, the old man had hit the young man's face with one hand and cursed, "Not a child!"

"Dad, why did you hit me?"

The old man held the young man's hand: "You give me!"

Talking and dragging the young man towards the house.

In the back room, the young man was thrown to the ground by the old man.

"Kneel down."

The young man looked at the wooden signs in front of him and closed his mouth. He knew that he had said something that could not be said.

The old man pointed at the rank in front of him and said, "Do you say what you just said here?"

"You forgot your uncle, and how did those two brothers die?"

While talking, he picked up a stick on the side and hit the young man's back.

The young man held the stick mutely until the old man stopped and said softly, "Dad, I was wrong."

The old man gasped, and threw down the stick: "If it weren't for Qin Guo, what other places would we live in?"

As he opened his neckline, one of the scars on it was a little scratchy: "I still scarred them! If it wasn't for my life, would there be you?"

"Dad, I was wrong."

The old man no longer cursed, but just took a deep breath and stood in front of the tablets with his hands trembling.

"We are Korean, so don't say these words to your ancestors in the future."

There was some warmth in the sun, and dull footsteps came from the streets.

A black armour followed the street and walked beyond the gate. The armor on his body collided occasionally and made a cold sound. A general in white robes walked in front of the Black Armor on a black horse.

A veteran walked along with a team of soldiers. A white-haired man followed with a man and a woman.

The civilians on both sides stood silently on both sides of the street, no one spoke, but just left the street.

This is the rebellious Qin Army. Several people have seen it.

The army was walking along the road, and the cold face looked cold.

Some people on both sides lowered their heads, while others watched the army hold their fists.

Gu Nan looked to the sides, said nothing, and continued to move forward.

A man stood aside, picked up a stone with a hand, and shouted at the man who was walking in front of him: "Qin Dog!"

The stone hit the white robe man's lichen, and the team stopped slowly.

Gu Nan looked at the stone that had fallen aside, her eyes dropped, and she just turned back and said, "Keep going."

What seemed to be lit in the crowd.

More and more stones or the other army hit the middle.

People yelled at Qin Gou.

In the army formation, the sergeant trapped his head bowed and silently allowed the stones to smash into the body, holding the hilt of the waist in his hands.

The face armor was hanging down, and they couldn't see their faces ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ only they knew that their sword-shaking hands were shaking.

There seemed to be some people who couldn't help but wanted to rush out, but were pulled by the people around them.

Chi Lian and Bai Feng looked at the white robe man in front of them intricately. They were secretly dispatched by Wei Zhuang to be responsible for security.

For the rest of the month, they saw that man almost every night and night to deal with the matter of sharing the land, almost never stopped.

Is it just these?

Nei Teng looked at the civilians around and sighed. He knew that if people were sent to stop them at this time, it would only make the people more angry. What he can do is do nothing.

There was the sound of horseshoes beside him, Gu Nan turned his head to the side, but saw Wei Zhuang riding a horse walking beside her, raising his sleeves, silently blocking the stones and debris, and looking at the road.

Ben's army formation, which was walking in the back, also accelerated his pace, blocking Gu Nan in the middle, and walking towards the front.

In a scream of screams, in a mess of rocks, the army array walked out of the city.