Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 46 Do You Really Not Consider My Proposal To You?

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The priest's gaze turned cold again.

"How could this be!"

"If I remember correctly, the Dawu will set aside a sum of money and grain for the town soldiers every year. Why do the town soldiers have no food, huh?"

As soon as the priest finished speaking, the black and white striped snake also spit out snake letters and moved closer to the patriarch.

He could almost feel the cold snake letter touching his skin.

Shangxi has been stable for too many years. The so-called training of village soldiers has never been used where they are needed. Every year when the money and food are sent to the village, they will be sent directly to the patriarch's house.

There have been no exceptions for so many years, but they have lived in peace.

Who would have thought that an accident would happen this time!However, the plague, locust plague, and rebellion came one after another, and he was caught off guard. Everything was too sudden.

But the most important thing is because Gu Jingzhao knows evil methods!It was because of his evil methods that he sent more than [-] people but lost completely.

The patriarch argued: "Master Priest, it is really because of this natural and man-made disaster. This disease is serious, and the locust plague is even more serious. If we don't provide money and food to help the villagers, I am afraid that the entire Shangxi would have been reduced to ruins."

"I really, really have to."

The priest didn't believe his words at all, he clenched his fists secretly, and said every word: "Did I ever say that the money and food for raising soldiers must not be touched! Even if the sky falls, this money must be spent on the soldiers of the township." superior!"

The patriarch was dripping with cold sweat.

He could feel that the priest was really angry.

"I, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, Lord Priest. I promise this is the last time and there will never be a next time!"

The priest was furious. If it wasn't because of his greed that the villagers were powerless to fight, how could Gu Jingzhao still be at large and slander the reputation of the great witch priest!

The priest said in a sinister voice, "Since you are wrong, you will be punished!"

He held the patriarch's shoulder heavily, and suddenly exerted force.

"what!"

The patriarch's screams came from the tent.

A few soldiers ran in quickly, and the patriarch fell to the ground, his face and lips were pale, his white beard trembled uncontrollably, and there was only an empty sleeve left on his left hand.

The blood kept flowing, and the severed left arm lay flat on the ground. The big snake with black and white patterns slowly crawled from his neck to the severed arm, spitting snake letters, as if it saw some delicious food.

The villagers who came in were startled, their faces were pale, but they dared not make a sound.

The priest got up leisurely and took a piece of veil to wipe off the blood on his hands, and gave them a cold look: "Take the patriarch to bandage it."

One immediately stepped forward to support the patriarch, while the other was about to pick up the broken left arm.

But the snake was entangled on the broken arm, and spitting snake letters at him fiercely, as if swearing sovereignty, this broken arm belongs to it!
The man had no choice but to look at the priest, but the priest didn't seem to have any intention of returning the severed arm.

He didn't dare to say much, and hurried out of the camp with the others.

When Jing Zhao arrived, the blood in the tent had just been cleaned up, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

Jing Zhao didn't pay much attention, his eyes were attracted by the big black and white snake as soon as he entered the door.

The snake's belly was so high that it was obviously just full. It was lazily placed on a shelf by the priest's hand, staring at Jing Zhao and An Nanhuai with cold eyes.

Jing Zhao frowned slightly, he had never liked snakes, let alone this snake that almost bit him.

The priest was more pleasant than the first time he met him.

He waved his hand and greeted, "Sit."

Jing Zhao was also polite, and sat down on the farthest place from the snake.

"I don't want to play charades with you." The priest cut straight to the point, "Gu Jingzhao, I admit that you are a very capable person. If you are only allowed to stay in the small place of Xiaxi, it is a shame. I will make a condition for you. You go to Shangxi How about being the patriarch of the Min'an clan?"

Jing Zhao raised his eyebrows, is he planning to recruit himself?
Jing Zhao coughed lightly, and said, "Master Priest, to be honest, your condition is not attractive to me. Don't say that you are the patriarch, even if you let the great witch step aside, I will not take the position of the great witch. Definitely will."

He held his hands and raised his head proudly.

The priest narrowed his eyes, "Don't be shameless!"

Jing Zhao curled his lips: "You're wrong, since the gods allow me to be his envoy, if I don't take it seriously, then it's called a price drop."

He rolled his eyes and continued, "By the way, my lord priest, do you still have one hundred... how many are 100?" Jing Zhao asked An Nanhuai.

An Nanhuai replied: "99 soldiers, one general, he said his name is Aqina, the number one warrior in Baiyue."

Jing Zhao nodded: "Master Priest, you, the hundred soldiers, are still visiting in Xiaxi. I think everyone who comes is a guest, so I have been entertaining them with delicious food and drinks. When you see when the soldiers will retreat, I can return these friends to Yuxi. you."

"Retreat?" The priest pondered Jing Zhao's words.

He beckoned, and the big black and white snake crawled back onto his arm, leaning its triangular head against his tiger's mouth, looking lazily at Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao was a little annoyed, he frowned slightly, and backed away involuntarily, the snake gave him a very bad feeling.

The priest tapped the big snake's head twice, and he looked at Jing Zhao with a half-smile.

"You really don't consider my proposal to you?"

Jing Zhao clasped his hands and smiled lightly: "You really don't consider my suggestion to you?"

He returned the words to the priest without change.

The priest immediately suppressed the smile on his face, and his eyes sank instantly, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about!"

"Come on!"

The moment he waved his hand, dozens of soldiers and witches appeared outside the camp.

Jing Zhao also fixed his eyes. He sat on the seat calmly, holding the wine bottle in front of him, and gently stroked the edge of the bronze with his fingers.

"It seems that the priest doesn't care much about Aqina's life or death." Jing Zhao raised his eyelids coolly, and the powerful oppressive force on his body burst out instantly, and said word by word: "I don't mind death, besides I am deeply honored to have so many people buried with me."

The priest's eyes darkened again.

"You threaten me."

"Don't dare." Jing Zhao chuckled, "You are a priest blessed by the gods, so if I threaten you, it's the same as threatening the gods."

"However, I am also a messenger blessed by the gods. If you kill me, it is equivalent to provoking the gods."

Jing Zhao watched the priest's face gradually become ugly, but his tone was still calm:

"Master Priest, do as I said, it is the best result for you and me. As long as you retreat immediately, I guarantee that 100 of your men will be returned intact. You have no reason to refuse such a good deal, you said ,right."

(End of this chapter)