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Chapter 1193: This time it feels good (Part 1193) [Seeking monthly votes]

  Your home is gone. Oh.

Qian Yong said this sentence with twists and turns and in a sarcastic tone.

This scene and the dignity that the King of Zhen State had tried so hard to preserve was shattered. He was instantly furious and said in a hoarse voice: "A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. Qian Shuhe, you - poof -"

Qian Yong saw that his face was turning blue at a visible speed, his eyes were wide open like bells, and he was holding his chest in pain. He guessed that the King of Zhen was angry and was holding it in. He raised his hand and patted his back, infusing his martial energy to break through the blockage.

Along with the severe pain, fresh air rushed into his nose to soothe the burning in his lungs. He gasped for air as if he had survived a catastrophe, and the knuckles of his hands supporting the ground trembled uncontrollably. After experiencing two brushes with death in such a short period of time, one can imagine how big the psychological shadow was. Qian Yong was very dissatisfied with his performance.

It was fun, but not the best.

"Would you like to ask the old man for help?"

This is a popular plot in revenge stories.

The enemy was as motionless as a dead fish, which was very boring to watch.

Qian Yong was just short of putting the words "a villain succeeding" on his face, telling the King of Zhen that he was here to amuse him and have fun: "I am different from you. You were heartless and disloyal in the past, and you didn't care about the friendship between classmates at all, but how could I be such a villain? As long as you ask, I guarantee that you can keep your life, but you can only be a commoner in the future."

Hehehe, it’s better to be a commoner in his home turf.

No matter whether Qian Yong was in a good mood or not, he would pull it out to appreciate it.

The King of Zhen was so angry that his chest heaved violently.

  If he could keep his life, he would certainly be willing to do so. If he died, he would have nothing. If he lived, he could still hide in the dark and plot. All this had one premise - he would have no lack of wealth and glory! Let him become an ordinary commoner? Is this different from becoming an ant?

Ants and common people can be easily trampled to death by the powerful!

How could Qian Yong, this dark and despicable villain, miss the opportunity to humiliate him? Knowing that the commander of Kangguo was Qian Yong, his tense nerves relaxed a lot, and the guilt of killing his wife and daughter disappeared - he did not kill them wrongly! If they were allowed to fall into Qian Yong's hands alive, Qian Yong would definitely humiliate them to death with his despicable character of using any means and taking revenge!

Killing them with one sword can help them reduce their pain.

"You! Fart!"

The King of Zhen State spat out a mouthful of foamy bloody phlegm.

Qian Yong squatted down, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

"I was so generous that I spared the life of the stray dog, and you are still not satisfied? You don't want this or that, so what do you want? Do you want wealth and glory? As a slave of a conquered country, you should have the consciousness of a slave of a conquered country! Wealth and glory, high position and generous salary, and the title of king? If you don't have urine now, find a river to drink a few sips, brew it, pee, and look at your old face to see if you are worthy of it? If you are too scared to pee, I can do it for you, but it's a little yellow, which will be uglier in the photo..."

The King of Zhen was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die.

He had indeed humiliated Qian Yong in the past, but not in such a vulgar way as the other party? He panted heavily and roared in hatred: "Qian Shuhe, kill me if you have the guts! Kill me if you are a man!"

Qian Yong asked him to be patient.

"Don't be in a hurry. It's better to live a miserable life than to die."

The military merit of capturing the King of Zhen alive is greater than that of killing him.

Qian Yong’s calculations were very clear.

"Come here, tie him up and end the battle as soon as possible! If you hurry up, you can still catch up with the dinner! Let the people below remember this, don't miss the ones who should be arrested, don't touch the ones who shouldn't be arrested, be careful of military law!" The situation was chaotic during the melee, and there was no guarantee that there would be no soldiers who broke the rules and regulations during the chaos. Qian Yong had fought in wars all his life and was accustomed to this phenomenon, but he couldn't stand the disapproval from his superiors.

He does whatever his superiors think.

In this regard, Qian Yong's degree of cooperation was very high.

Every time we clean up the battlefield, we have to repeat the instructions again and again. If someone still steps on the landmine after being reminded like this, then he is really an old man who is tired of living, and he can't save him: "Come on, classmate, take me to visit the master's new home."

After taking two steps, he stopped.

He turned around and gave the order: "Seal all the city gates!"

  Don’t let the fat sheep who is packing up his belongings get away!

The subordinate clasped his fists and said, "As you command!"

Qian Yong smiled brightly and waved his hand: "Go and get busy!"

Under normal circumstances, Wuzu were not allowed to rape, plunder, or harass civilians, and violators would be punished by military law. However, sometimes there were unusual circumstances, and some restrictions could be relaxed appropriately.

For example, fleeing with a large amount of property.

Such people are usually either rich or noble.

  In times of chaos, bandits are rampant. Who else should they target if not the fat sheep? It is inevitable that several, dozens or even dozens of cars of property will be lost. It is also their fault for running away. They don't even understand the principle of not showing off their wealth, so they are targeted by the criminals!

If they had stayed at home, how could these accidents happen? Their soldiers never broke into people's homes to rob.

When Qian Yong first found out about this, he thought Shen Tang was doing something unnecessary.

[If you ask your soldiers to go directly to the door to ask for it, will they dare not give it to you? ]

You have to beat around the bush and take off your pants to fart!

Shen Tang said: [We are not bandits! ]

Qian Yong: [……]

Shen Tang explained: [The purpose is not about how much money we get, but to strike down the local tyrants, to dampen their spirits, to intimidate them, and at the same time - we can also make a little extra money.]

Qian Yong was puzzled: [Is there a difference? ]

[I feel like I'm a whore...] He said something unpleasant right after he opened his mouth, and after a pause, he corrected himself, [No, I feel like I'm a gigolo! I can't be a whore either... The people who were robbed aren't stupid, how could they not guess that it was us?]

Shen Tang said: [What's the harm if I guessed it? No one will believe it! ]

Are there more rich people who were robbed, or more common people who were not harassed? Shen Tang just needs to control the latter's heart, and the former can bark as much as they want. If she is upset, she will cut their gold coins when she is short of money. They will be obedient after a few more times.

Qian Yong rubbed his fingers: [This, this...]

Shen Tang: [……]

Looking at Qian Yong, who was hesitating but hinting at him with his actions, Shen Tang waved his hand: [Okay, okay, okay——]

Seventy percent must be confiscated, and the remaining thirty percent will be given as a reward.

Shen Tang doesn't care how this part is distributed.

Some things cannot be done too radically. She blocked most of the gray income sources of the military commanders of the time, and strictly required them not to do this or that. After conquering a city, they must not harass the local people. Those who violated the rules would be punished by military law. In exchange, other aspects would naturally be relaxed appropriately. This part of the reward was a compromise.

But there is one thing——

【Don't fool me with inferior products. 】

Among the generals, there are Gong Xichou who is devoted to fighting and not sensitive to money; there are Yun Ce who is conscientious and dedicated; there are old-fashioned people like Qian Yong who want to get a little bit of everything. There are all kinds of birds in the forest, and Shen Tang cannot ask everyone to be pure and kind, which is unrealistic. It is inevitable that some people will be blinded by greed and do something with this part of the income, such as concealing it, confiscating defective products, and keeping the good ones for sharing...

Shen Tang could only speak the ugly truth in advance.

Qian Yong naturally understood this.

He repeatedly expressed that he was very aware of the current situation.

  The fact is indeed so. Even Zhao Feng couldn't help but instigate Li Wan to mess with the state of Zhen. Qian Yong, this old fox, is like a group of three untouched. Where is Shen Tang's bottom line? He is probably more clear than most of the civil and military officials. What an old fox!

From the dragon turning over to the chaos of the city breaking, and then to the calming down of the movement, the whole process took less than an hour. Some common people living in remote areas were still confused, not knowing that the city under their feet had changed its owner. Until someone shouted that the enemy had broken in!

For a while, the sounds of crying for parents were endless.

Then the man shouted again—

"It's over!"

"Why don't you run away now?"

"We can't escape, they have closed the city gates!" This news hit everyone like a bolt from the blue.

An octogenarian shed tears.

She was too familiar with this tactic. The enemy was extremely vicious, and closing the city gates was a prelude to looting or even massacre.

The common people who were not informed were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. If they could not escape, they could only hide. According to their experience, as long as they hid well and were not caught by the soldiers, they could escape the disaster. If they were lucky, they could even save some of their belongings! For a while, the streets were deserted and every household was closed.

Those who want to lock the door lock the door, and those who want to hide in the cellar hide in the cellar.

This made it impossible for Gong Xichou to find a store to buy food.

He was in charge of killing but not burying. The city had been captured, and the rest was not within his scope of responsibility. He simply gave a few instructions and then left to move freely. Today, he had a sudden urge to try out the new ability of the Wudan Totem, but he didn't expect that the consumption of Wuqi would be so great. His internal organs were beating drums and gongs in protest. The logistics had not been arranged yet, so he could only find a restaurant nearby to have a meal.

result--

Restaurants were either closed or open but empty.

Gong Xiqiu was quick to notice that someone was secretly observing him. These were common people hiding at home. He was in a bad mood and was about to go in and grab a cook to start the business. He caught a glimpse of his eldest brother flying through the sky. He quickly stopped him and said, "Brother!"

Jimo Qiu stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

Gong Xichou asked, "Brother, are you still busy?"

Jimo Qiu has nothing to do.

He came here this time simply because he was worried about Gong Xichou - his younger brother had a strange fate, and his Wudan totem was also very strange. After another transformation and evolution, he actually had the ability to take away people's vitality. This ability has always been overbearing, easy to get out of control, and difficult to control.

I feel more at ease having him watching over me.

If something goes wrong, he can use his divine power to suppress it and minimize the harm. Gong Xichou did a good job. Except for being a little awkward when he used it for the first time, the bad situation he was worried about did not happen. Gong Xichou waved at him and smiled, "Let's have a meal if you are not busy."

“The restaurant is empty.”

“It’s easy, do it yourself.”

  Call your brother to come down and cook, and now you have a cook, right?

As the nearby common people watched anxiously, the two men, speaking with foreign accents and wearing armor, entered the kitchen one after the other. The common people hiding in the dry well could even hear the conversation between the two brothers.

"Why are all the kitchen utensils gone?"

Gong Xichou said: "For common people, these tools can also be used for self-defense. They should be carried with them when they flee."

Jimo Qiu could only use his martial energy to create a spatula.

“Luckily the ingredients are still there.”

If there was any lack of seasoning or side dish, the high priest would germinate the seeds on the spot.

Soon, the fragrant smell filled the air. Gong Xichou sat in front of the stove, watching the fire, sniffed, and found that they were all his favorite foods. The smile on his lips widened a little: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a month. What are you busy with?"

Jimo Qiu speaks bluntly.

"You can't see me because you always stick to Adou. With Adou around, can you still see me as your brother?" Then he changed the subject, "But I've been busy lately. The end of the year is approaching, and according to the old custom, I have to prepare for the sacrificial dance and practice."

"Sacrificial dance? Why didn't I see you preparing it in previous years?"

"At war."

I may not get vaccinated during the Chinese New Year this year.

The so-called sacrificial dance is a dance to please the gods. It is a major event in the tribe. The chief priest will dance the sacrificial dance at the ceremony, communicate with the gods through dance and music, and listen to the oracles. At the same time, he prays for the safety of the tribe members and the prosperity of the tribe in the coming year. Gong Xichou liked this day the most when he was a child, and he would line up early every time to wait for the ceremony.

Thinking of the excitement back then and the loneliness now, Gong Xichou couldn't help but sigh: "There are only a few of us, and the scene is a bit shabby. I guess even the gods won't be happy to come. There are many people in Fengluo, should we spend money to find someone to come and make it look lively?"

Jimo Qiu is cooking skillfully.

From time to time he would pick up a stick and sprinkle something into the pot.

"The gods don't decide whether to come or not based on whether it's lively or not... But your suggestion is not unreasonable..." The prince in his memory used to like lively occasions very much, "It's a victory and it's the New Year, so it really needs to be lively..."

"What does that have to do with winning the battle?"

"I pray to my God, may everything go smoothly and my military fortunes flourish."

Gong Xichou doesn't care about these, he only cares about one thing.

"How's your practice going?"

Jimo Qiu sighed, "I haven't practiced for a long time, I'm rusty now."

Gong Xichou comforted him, "Don't be afraid, practice makes perfect. If you can't do it alone, I can do it for you."

Wearing the clothes of a high priest and performing a sacrificial dance was his biggest dream when he was a child. Even now that he has grown up, this urge has not completely disappeared. If the eldest brother can't do it, he will do it!

Jimo Qiu did not answer.

  But there was one dish that was so spicy that it almost made Gong Xichou’s soul fly out of the ninth heaven. He didn’t even dare to open his mouth for fear that his throat would spit fire!

"Why is it so spicy?"

Jimo Qiu calmly handed him some water and said, "Your Wudan totem has too much death energy, and you are a person in the Yang world after all, so you can't be in close contact with death energy. Eating some chili peppers will help you get rid of the death energy as soon as possible."

Gong Xichou drank it all in one gulp and felt a little better.

"Ahem, it won't be like this every time, right?"

Then he won’t dare to fight with all his strength anymore.

Jimo Qiu opened his eyes, which were similar to Gongxichou's but much gentler, and said, "No, this is just a temporary emergency."

Only then did Gong Xichou feel relieved.

The two brothers were both big appetites, so they cleared out all the food in the kitchen. Before leaving, Jimo Qiu left some change. His voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by the hiding common people: "These should be enough to buy. If there is still a shortfall, you can ask me for more."

After saying that, he bowed and left.

Leaving the common people looking at each other in confusion.

Jimo Qiu can also fire his own fire, but other soldiers have not activated this skill. Some people waited obediently for the logistics to serve the meal, while some people directly pulled out the cook: "Hurry up and serve the food. I'll give you enough money. I'm starving... I'll only eat two meals during these two days of rapid travel!"

One of the meals was eaten while running.

Although they were not so hungry that they could not bear it, they were still angry.

  Break through the city gate as soon as possible so that we can have dinner!

|ω`)

Alas, the more I see examples around me, the more I feel that the relationship between parents and children is "subtle". Maybe there really is karma in the dark.

It's been crazy hot in Wenzhou these days.

A relative of mine (a very close relative) had a conflict with his parents. His sixty-year-old parents had nowhere to go with their elders, so they had to live in the mountains (the old house on the mountain belongs to me. Last year, my family spent tens of thousands to rebuild the collapsed old house and use it to store the elders' portraits and tablets). It was super hot there and there was no air conditioning in the old house. Once I went there, I was sweating all over just by standing still.

In fact, both sides have big problems, and Xianggu doesn't support either side.

Just looking at them with completely white hair living in the mountains with an elderly couple (the parents are in their early sixties and the other couple is in their eighties), and seeing that their old age is visibly unstable, I felt a little sad and thought of myself.

  What is the relationship between children and parents?

Why has it come to this?