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Novel: Bring the Warehouse to Daming Author: Sir Dybala Words: 4852

Cross the river Raptors!

This is Fang Xing's strategy.

Once he arrived in Tatar, he had to show the posture and majesty of the heavenly kingdom.

The soldiers and civilians were camping together, and Fang Xing sat on the side with a big horse.

The girls who drove the ox cart back to pull the hay shyly glanced at the legendary demon in awe.

According to legend, the demon **** relies on human heart as his main food. He needs to eat one in the morning and at least five for lunch. As for dinner, there is also supper...

In a word, this demon **** is taking pleasure in killing people, and those Jingguan are just his actions to conceal his addiction to human beings.

But it doesn't look like it!

Although the skin on his face was a bit thick, he looked at it with a condensed temperament. He even smiled at this side, without the fangs they were talking about.

Fang Xing grinned, and then asked, "Have the people from Jin Yiwei gone?"

Xin Laoqi said: "I've already gone, Atai took the initiative to send someone to accompany him."

"I am a wise man, but unfortunately there is no king's life."

The officials on the side were chattering about something, and after waiting for a while, a man in a seven-rank official uniform came over.

Fang Xing ignored him, and the man arched his hands back and forth: "Xiaguan Zhongding, I have seen Xing He Bo."

"What's the matter?"

Fang Xing was wondering how to win most of the support from those small tribes, otherwise Da Ming's infiltration plan would have little chance of success. Flash Dance Novel Network

No matter how you conquer the foreign races on the grassland, unless you can throw beans into soldiers and search the entire grassland again, it won’t take long before the sound of horseshoes will still reverberate under the border wall.

Zhong Ding smiled and said: "Before Xing He, the subordinates and the others, Master Yang repeatedly confessed to appease Tatar, but the subordinates and others don't know much about Tatars, so I implore the Xing and uncles for advice."

Fang Xing looked at him coldly and said, "It's not a good job to come to Tatar. Ben knows that you will be squeezed out by the place."

Zhong Ding nodded awkwardly, and there were officials behind him, who would be assigned to the grassland!

Fang Xing got up and paced slowly, Zhong Ding followed behind him, quietly.

"Without the talents of the First Battle of Tatar, there must be panic among the ethnic group. They are worried about the conquest of Daming and Wala. Your task is to calm people's hearts."

"The official knows about this, the herdsmen..."

"Not a herder!"

Fang Xing interrupted: "Inside and outside are different, understand?"

Zhong Dingxin comprehended and said: "Yes, these people are suddenly mixed in by Daming, and their hearts are bound to be uneasy. The most important thing is to comfort them. After Daming is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, cough ahem! Maybe it would be good to build a city on the grassland."

These people!

Fang Xing shook his head, thinking that if they allocate a little time to figure out people's hearts to do more practical things, Daming will not be as good as later.

Zhong Ding was proud of his heart and showed it with the help of the stroke of his beard, quite like the chic of a counselor.

"Atai is like a candle in the wind at the moment, and the leaders below are strong winds. How to balance the relationship between the two and serve the interests of Daming? Think about it yourself. If you succeed, you will get promoted and get rich. If you fail, you probably have to It's going to be buried in the grassland."

Zhong Ding said anxiously as soon as he heard it: "Xing He Bo, then you are here this time to pack up a group of people, right?"

Without the support of the army, the civilian officials are just blind.

Fang Xing was unconvinced. He didn't believe anyone at this time. Once the strategy was leaked, the trouble for Gathering Baoshan Guard would be serious.

Fang Xing ventured not camped outside, but chose to blend in a tent that could not be seen at a glance, even if there were trenches and fences, but if it was besieged at night, the threat was not small.

Zhong Ding was panicked. The officials on this trip were headed by him. If he failed, he would be the first to blame.

"Uncle Xinghe, Uncle..."

Fang Xing saw Atai and strode over, leaving behind a panic-stricken Zhong Ding.

Atai's complexion was not good-looking, and after meeting Fang Xing, he whispered, and the interpreter also whispered: "Uncle, the people sent to report back. Most of the chiefs will come back tomorrow."

Fang Xing's eyes swept across Atai's face instantly, as if a sharp knife was stabbing him in pain.

Atai was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly explained: "Xing He Bo, Xiao Wang never connected in secret."

Fang Xing said faintly: "The time is almost up. Let's raise a bonfire and kill some sheep. I have some drinks and meat to make everyone happy."

There was a lot of pork on the accompanying truck, ahem! I don't know if it's broken.

...

When the bonfire was lit, large pieces of meat were either boiled or roasted, and the herdsmen's faces were red.

"This is a reward from your majesty. Your majesty and his old man know that Alutai has gone against him. He sent a lot of things to exchange for fine wine and gold and silver for his own enjoyment, but he didn't see the flesh when you were hungry all year round. His old man feels distressed!"

Wang He's words from the eunuch's clothes and his sharp voice would naturally convince these low-level herdsmen.

"This is not your Majesty sent us to send us meat, saying that it is for the children to eat meat, God is pitiful, skinny children, if such children are in Daming, their parents will be pricked in the backbone by neighbors, it's not good!"

The grassland is still the law of the jungle, and those who feed cattle and sheep may not be able to eat meat.

But Wang He's words are a bit exaggerated. There are still people in Daming who can't eat enough, don't wear warm clothes, and starve people to death. It's still not new, even if potatoes are gradually spread out and planted.

"Insufficient heart!"

Looking around, there are bonfires everywhere, and the afternoon sun is warm, sitting by the fire, everyone's complexion is slightly red, and they look very excited.

Old Xin put down the telescope, leaned over and woke up and said, "Master, there are two people here, and there are more than one hundred guards."

Atai was flipping the whole sheep on the shelf with interest, and when he saw Fang Xing's gaze turn, he asked with his gaze.

Fang Xing said, "It's probably two chiefs and more than a hundred guards."

A sincere smile appeared on Atai's face, and he ordered his guard to lead Yue Lu to take a look.

Fang Xing took over the job of turning the roast lamb, and Xin Laoqi's report was heard from time to time.

"Master, Yuelu received someone, one with joy, one with a straight face, the guards were left outside, the one with the straight face had no objection, the one with joy... seemed to be a little excited, for some reason..."

Fang Xing brushed some seasonings on the sheep, and said casually: "Don't judge a person's foundation from the expression. There are always people who practice the magical skills to change the face. You can only judge from the benefit...Oh, it's familiar."

Atai smiled and helped Fang Xing to cut the meat together, and then said, "Uncle Xinghe, although Xiao Wang has wine, he is unbearable and shameless."

"Since it's a family, it's okay!"

There were a few large slices of mutton on the plate in front of Fang Xing. He handed the knife to Xin Laoqi: "You cut it yourself, and the two of you don't need to care."

At this time, Yuelu brought two men over.

The one on the left was flushed, fat face, fat on the chin, and looked very kind.

The one on the right is a little dark, with a serious expression, is the guy who has been stern.

Atai whispered: "The fat one is called Chahan, Xiao Wang's person, and the darker one is called Bukhara, Alutai's confidant."

Without raising his eyelids, Fang Xing took out a small jar. After opening it, Atai's throat couldn't help sliding up and down with a strong aroma of wine.

"drink wine!"

Fang Xing got a bowl for himself, and then handed the small jar to Atai.

Cha Yan said in courtesy: "I have seen profuse sweat."

Atai said happily: "Come and meet Uncle Xinghe."

Cha Han got up and said, "I have seen Xing He Bo."

Xin Laoqi squinted at Chahan, and the knife stared at the black-faced Bukhara. The atmosphere was a little weird.

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Chapter 1144 Bonfire Conference, Bring the Warehouse to Daming-Fiction Net

Cross the river Raptors!

This is Fang Xing's strategy.

Once he arrived in Tatar, he had to show the posture and majesty of the heavenly kingdom.

The soldiers and civilians were camping together, and Fang Xing sat on the side with a big horse.

The girls who drove the ox cart back to pull the hay shyly glanced at the legendary demon in awe.

According to legend, the demon **** relies on human heart as his main food. He needs to eat one in the morning and at least five for lunch. As for dinner, there is also supper...

In a word, this demon **** is taking pleasure in killing people, and those Jingguan are just his actions to conceal his addiction to human beings.

But it doesn't look like it!

Although the skin on his face was a bit thick, he looked at it with a condensed temperament. He even smiled at this side, without the fangs they were talking about.

Fang Xing grinned, and then asked, "Have the people from Jin Yiwei gone?"

Xin Laoqi said: "I've already gone, Atai took the initiative to send someone to accompany him."

"I am a wise man, but unfortunately there is no king's life."

The officials on the side were chattering about something, and after waiting for a while, a man in a seven-rank official uniform came over.

Fang Xing ignored him, and the man arched his hands back and forth: "Xiaguan Zhongding, I have seen Xing He Bo."

"What's the matter?"

Fang Xing was wondering how to win most of the support from those small tribes, otherwise Da Ming's infiltration plan would have little chance of success. Flash Dance Novel Network

No matter how you conquer the foreign races on the grassland, unless you can throw beans into soldiers and search the entire grassland again, it won’t take long before the sound of horseshoes will still reverberate under the border wall.

Zhong Ding smiled and said: "Before Xing He, the subordinates and the others, Master Yang repeatedly confessed to appease Tatar, but the subordinates and others don't know much about Tatars, so I implore the Xing and uncles for advice."

Fang Xing looked at him coldly and said, "It's not a good job to come to Tatar. Ben knows that you will be squeezed out by the place."

Zhong Ding nodded awkwardly, and there were officials behind him, who would be assigned to the grassland!

Fang Xing got up and paced slowly, Zhong Ding followed behind him, quietly.

"Without the talents of the First Battle of Tatar, there must be panic among the ethnic group. They are worried about the conquest of Daming and Wala. Your task is to calm people's hearts."

"The official knows about this, the herdsmen..."

"Not a herder!"

Fang Xing interrupted: "Inside and outside are different, understand?"

Zhong Dingxin comprehended and said: "Yes, these people are suddenly mixed in by Daming, and their hearts are bound to be uneasy. The most important thing is to comfort them. After Daming is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, cough ahem! Maybe it would be good to build a city on the grassland."

These people!

Fang Xing shook his head, thinking that if they allocate a little time to figure out people's hearts to do more practical things, Daming will not be as good as later.

Zhong Ding was proud of his heart and showed it with the help of the stroke of his beard, quite like the chic of a counselor.

"Atai is like a candle in the wind at the moment, and the leaders below are strong winds. How to balance the relationship between the two and serve the interests of Daming? Think about it yourself. If you succeed, you will get promoted and get rich. If you fail, you probably have to It's going to be buried in the grassland."

Zhong Ding said anxiously as soon as he heard it: "Xing He Bo, then you are here this time to pack up a group of people, right?"

Without the support of the army, the civilian officials are just blind.

Fang Xing was unconvinced. He didn't believe anyone at this time. Once the strategy was leaked, the trouble for Gathering Baoshan Guard would be serious.

Fang Xing ventured not camped outside, but chose to blend in a tent that could not be seen at a glance, even if there were trenches and fences, but if it was besieged at night, the threat was not small.

Zhong Ding was panicked. The officials on this trip were headed by him. If he failed, he would be the first to blame.

"Uncle Xinghe, Uncle..."

Fang Xing saw Atai and strode over, leaving behind a panic-stricken Zhong Ding.

Atai's complexion was not good-looking, and after meeting Fang Xing, he whispered, and the interpreter also whispered: "Uncle, the people sent to report back. Most of the chiefs will come back tomorrow."

Fang Xing's eyes swept across Atai's face instantly, as if a sharp knife was stabbing him in pain.

Atai was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly explained: "Xing He Bo, Xiao Wang never connected in secret."

Fang Xing said faintly: "The time is almost up. Let's raise a bonfire and kill some sheep. I have some drinks and meat to make everyone happy."

There was a lot of pork on the accompanying truck, ahem! I don't know if it's broken.

...

When the bonfire was lit, large pieces of meat were either boiled or roasted, and the herdsmen's faces were red.

"This is a reward from your majesty. Your majesty and his old man know that Alutai has gone against him. He sent a lot of things to exchange for fine wine and gold and silver for his own enjoyment, but he didn't see the flesh when you were hungry all year round. His old man feels distressed!"

Wang He's words from the eunuch's clothes and his sharp voice would naturally convince these low-level herdsmen.

"This is not your Majesty sent us to send us meat, saying that it is for the children to eat meat, God is pitiful, skinny children, if such children are in Daming, their parents will be pricked in the backbone by neighbors, it's not good!"

The grassland is still the law of the jungle, and those who feed cattle and sheep may not be able to eat meat.

But Wang He's words are a bit exaggerated. There are still people in Daming who can't eat enough, don't wear warm clothes, and starve people to death. It's still not new, even if potatoes are gradually spread out and planted.

"Insufficient heart!"

Looking around, there are bonfires everywhere, and the afternoon sun is warm, sitting by the fire, everyone's complexion is slightly red, and they look very excited.

Old Xin put down the telescope, leaned over and woke up and said, "Master, there are two people here, and there are more than one hundred guards."

Atai was flipping the whole sheep on the shelf with interest, and when he saw Fang Xing's gaze turn, he asked with his gaze.

Fang Xing said: "It's probably two chiefs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ more than a hundred guards."

A sincere smile appeared on Atai's face, and he ordered his guard to lead Yue Lu to take a look.

Fang Xing took over the job of turning the roast lamb, and Xin Laoqi's report was heard from time to time.

"Master, Yuelu received someone, one with joy, one with a straight face, the guards were left outside, the one with the straight face had no objection, the one with joy... seemed to be a little excited, for some reason..."

Fang Xing brushed some seasonings on the sheep, and said casually: "Don't judge a person's foundation from the expression. There are always people who practice the magical skills to change the face. You can only judge from the benefit...Oh, it's familiar."

Atai smiled and helped Fang Xing to cut the meat together, and then said, "Uncle Xinghe, although Xiao Wang has wine, he is unbearable and shameless."

"Since it's a family, it's okay!"

There were a few large slices of mutton on the plate in front of Fang Xing. He handed the knife to Xin Laoqi: "You cut it yourself, and the two of you don't need to care."

At this time, Yuelu brought two men over.

The one on the left was flushed, fat face, fat on the chin, and looked very kind.

The one on the right is a little dark, with a serious expression, is the guy who has been stern.

Atai whispered: "The fat one is called Chahan, Xiao Wang's person, and the darker one is called Bukhara, Alutai's confidant."

Without raising his eyelids, Fang Xing took out a small jar. After opening it, Atai's throat couldn't help sliding up and down with a strong aroma of wine.

"drink wine!"

Fang Xing got a bowl for himself, and then handed the small jar to Atai.

Cha Yan said in courtesy: "I have seen profuse sweat."

Atai said happily: "Come and meet Uncle Xinghe."

Cha Han got up and said, "I have seen Xing He Bo."

Xin Laoqi squinted at Chahan, and the knife stared at the black-faced Bukhara. The atmosphere was a little weird.