Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Lu Sanniang felt that the voice was a little familiar, she raised her head abruptly, but she didn't see the familiar face she expected.

It seemed that the laughter she heard just now was just her illusion.

No, not right.

She must have heard right.

Lu Sanniang could even hear the sarcasm in that laughter.

He actually...

Dare to come to the dungeon of Fu Mozong? !
Wei Mingyue stayed at Lu Sanniang's place with the village chief's son and the shopkeeper for a while, then turned to the door of the scholar's cubicle.

This time it was Xiucai who committed the crime. If the villagers of Wuhuo Village hated him, they must hate Xiucai even more.

Sure enough, the moment the village chief's son saw the scholar, he couldn't control the anger in his heart. If it wasn't for the barrier outside the door, the village chief's son wished he could break into the prison and slap the scholar on the spot.

"You bastard!" He slammed his hands on the railing hard, his eyes flushed with anger, "You ruined my family! We have no grievances with you, why do you want to hurt us so much?!"

"My old lady! My old lady's birthday is three months away! If we are separated forever! I want you to pay for it!"

The village head's son became more and more agitated, clapping his hands on the railing, he held on tightly to the railing, and shook his hands vigorously. In his extreme rage, he even shook the railing made of black iron slightly.

"...That's what you deserve," Xiucai was seriously injured, and the blow of the whistle had too much impact on his sea of ​​consciousness. It was a miracle that he could even wake up, but even though he was so weak, he still Strengthen your self-esteem, straighten your back, "Ten years, a full ten years, you didn't find anything, it's not what you deserve, why didn't I choose another place, this is your karma."

"you!"

The veins on the head of the village head's son burst out, and it seemed that all the blood was rushing to his head at this moment. He rushed forward, and even wanted to enter the cage and challenge the scholar one-on-one.

"Brother! Brother, calm down!" The salesman grabbed the village chief's son and pulled him away from the railing. "Brother! You can't beat him!"

The village chief's son looked back at the shopkeeper, the anger on his face was too late to put away. The shopkeeper didn't seem to notice the embarrassment of the village chief's son, and continued, "Brother! You can't beat him with ten!"

……

The son of the village chief was silent for a long time, the feeling of resentment seemed to have been poured with a bucket of cold water, and the pain of being angry but helpless came to his heart again. The salesman was right, even the scholar was right, ten years, A full ten years have passed, but no one noticed, and no one cared, just like that, let the scholar hide for ten years...

But then again, so what if you find out?
If they found out, what could they do?

The monks on the top are making trouble, and the emperor is conspiring below, so what can they do?

His old mother, his brother, just because of the selfish interests of others, just because ordinary people have no one to rely on, should they die? !
The day before my mother died, she was still making clothes for her great-grandson, complaining in her mouth that the lights were dim, and she would never do it again. While struggling to recognize the thread in her hand, she always said it was the last time, and winter was coming soon From time to time, she has to make a body for her relatives at home.

She has never seen any big world in her life, and she doesn't blush with others. Such a good person can't get a good death. Can this be her retribution? !
But he has nothing to do, even if the enemy is right in front of him, he still...

Powerless.

He finally backed away from the railing with a wooden face.

That kind of wordless embarrassment spread among the three of them, and it was Wei Mingyue who finally broke the deadlock: "You two, how about going up for a cup of tea? We will inform the villagers of Wuhuo Village about the results of the processing."

"...Brother?" The shopkeeper looked around the cage, as if admiring the plight of the scholar and Lu Sanniang, and then returned to the village chief's son, "Shall we go?"

The village head's son glanced at the shopkeeper, with all kinds of emotions floating in his eyes, and finally all these emotions converged into one sentence: Why did you send such a fool to come with me at that time? !
"...Sovereign Wei, I won't drink any more tea," the village head's son took a deep breath, feeling a little ashamed in his heart, and didn't dare to look up at Wei Mingyue, so he could only lower his head and say in a muffled voice, "The fields in my home I have not finished plowing, and I have to go back to sow."

At this time, the shopkeeper raised his head, his eyes were full of confusion: "Brother, you only collect rent, and I have never seen you farming?"

The face of the village chief's son was red and white, but the shopkeeper didn't seem to notice it at all, and just continued: "But it's true, it's almost time to collect rent."

"Yes... yes," the village chief's son quickly answered. He doesn't want to stay in Fu Mozong for a moment, he just wants to leave this humiliating and sad place immediately, "I still want to collect rent..."

Wei Mingyue looked at the two of them, and she felt that the salesman seemed to be doing it on purpose, as if he wanted to embarrass the village chief's son on purpose, and he didn't seem too sad when he saw the murderer, Xiucai.

Maybe some people are naturally cold-hearted...

Wei Mingyue didn't think too much about it. Although this shopkeeper was weird, he didn't have any aura fluctuations in his body, he was just an ordinary person.

"Then I'll send someone to arrange for the two of you to live in Lingmu City. You can stay as long as you want."

"No need," the village chief's son immediately waved his hand, "Leave right away, go right away."

Wei Mingyue didn't force her, she nodded and said, "It's okay."

After getting Wei Mingyue's approval, the village chief's son immediately pushed the shopkeeper to go out, and ran to the top of the dungeon in almost a few steps, leaving Wei Mingyue far behind.

"Xu Hui, take these two down the mountain, and send two people to escort the distinguished guests from Wuhuo Village down the mountain."

After going up from the dungeon, I saw Xu Hui waiting in front of the dungeon. Seeing the three coming up, I saluted the three of them: "Yes, suzerain."

"Sovereign, please leave now."

The village chief's son bowed to Wei Mingyue. He really couldn't say what fate meant to meet him again. He just wanted to never see Wei Mingyue again, so he just bowed his head and followed Xu Hui towards the mountain gate.

"You two have a safe journey."

The peddler gave Wei Mingyue a not-so-standard salute. He didn't seem too daring to look at Wei Mingyue, and it's a sabotage, but the etiquette was still comprehensive: "...Thank you, the suzerain."

Wei Mingyue watched the three of them leave, and turned back to her attic. The recent days have been unprecedentedly chaotic. The number of official documents in front of Wei Mingyue's desk has only increased. If it was just a hill before, now she went straight to [-] meters high mountain away.

At the same time, inside the dungeon.

Lu Sanniang moved her body lightly, and stood on the wall close to the scholar, while the scholar on the other side seemed to feel something, dragged her body, and leaned against the other end of the wall with difficulty.

Lu Sanniang's hand slowly stroked the cold wall: "It's a pity..."

pity……

In the end, they failed to get married.

The scholar's voice came from the other side of the wall: "...I am sorry for you."

"What did you say? If you say that again, I will ignore you."

"Don't...don't..." Xiucai hurriedly said, "If you don't dislike it, we will stay here..."

"I don't dislike it."

Before the scholar had finished speaking, Lu Sanniang continued.

She slowly moved to the wall, her body facing the wall: "The world is not benevolent, there are no parents in the sky, today we only worship ourselves."

"Husband and wife! Goodbye!"

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Wei Mingyue: Official documents can't be finished...it can't be finished at all...