Shoufu's favored wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 371, come home with a reward
Chen Xiaoqing grabbed Feng Che's jacket sleeve, and let go of her paws embarrassingly under Master Yumian's murderous gaze:

"That...we, the old, weak, sick and disabled, can't leave, can you send us to Ah Cheng's shop?"

Before Feng Che could answer, the jade-faced Yan Luo had already gritted his molars and asked viciously:
"Why are you dragging people? Am I not human?"

"My lord, you have so many things to do, how can you take care of me, you can go to your own business, my aunt can't hold on, so I'll go first!"

This time, the eloquent Chen Xiaoqing didn't gain the upper hand, and was pinned in place by Mrs. Yumian's iron-like hands. Feng Che smiled wryly, and took his hands to the front yard.

I don't know what the relationship between Xiaoqing and this person is, but it is not difficult to judge from their words that Xiaoqing knows the details of this army.

A large army that is not under the control of the imperial court in the Northern Land... and no one knows its origin... It's terrifying to think about it carefully.

If that person wants to silence... I can't leave at all with my own hands.

So he was able to leave, even if the other party betrayed Xiaoqing's face, it was also a constraint on him. It should be because he knew how much he valued Xiaoqing and would not betray him, so let him leave.

Yumian didn't even know what was going on in Feng Che's head.

When the army enters the land of death and the gate is closed, whoever you love will be determined.

When Beidi could mobilize enough troops to destroy him, they would have gone far away!

Chase?Come and try?
"My lord, there are 140 ox carts, fifty horse carts, ten thousand stones of grain, forty carts of gold and silver..."

After taking inventory and loading the car, his subordinates came to report, and accidentally stepped on the neck of Huineng, who had already died of breath, and felt a little bit painful.

"Xianruan...the rest of the carts are pulled over, and everyone is asked to carry the food, and find some reliable ones to come and follow me to the cellar."

When the cars full of gold, silver and treasures passed by Jueming one after another, the old Jueming who just woke up was so distressed that he spurted out a mouthful of old blood, but his mouth was blocked, so the blood came out of his nostrils. It looked very creepy.

"Ah, that's right."

Yumian stopped, looked at the big and small monks who were escorted over and kneeled on the ground, and asked Xiaoqing very solemnly:
"What do you want to do with these people?"

As long as you give an order, I will directly bury these 8000 people alive.

Xiaoqing swallowed, thinking that I must be thinking too much.

"These people are committing crimes, and their crimes are unforgivable, but crimes also have principal offenders and accomplices, and we can't generalize them. My suggestion is still the same as the first one. Right now, my lord can use manpower. It is a matter of public opinion to find out the principal offender. , and the rest as accomplices, the crime is not worthy of death, but they can’t be so cheap, so they are punished to go to the bitter cold land to open up wasteland, farm land, hunt and build a house. Go!"

The time was urgent, there was no time for trial, and I didn't want to mistakenly kill good people, or miss killing bad people, so except for the few abbots and Erlang Shenjueming who were brought out naked, all the others were dragged to the place and dealt with uniformly.

The treasures in Curry fully filled the remaining 150 cars, and there were still a lot of unloaded ones, so Feng Che had to ask someone to wrap them in cloth to carry them. It didn't make sense to carry all the food, and the golden beans were thrown away.

He just doesn't like to meddle in these things, and he's not really stupid.

The mighty two hundred cars slipped away from the back hill without a sound.

The ox cart and horse-drawn cart pulling gold and silver treasures cleared the road, followed by hundreds of big fat pigs grunting. I don’t know who is so talented. Trot all the way without squinting.

Eight thousand monks were escorted in the middle, carrying big bags and small bags, wearing those that couldn't be carried, and those that couldn't be worn around the waist, armed from head to toe, no matter whether they were hot or not, they were all like fleeing famine.

Behind them are ten thousand soldiers, carrying them on their shoulders, holding them in their arms, and tied to their trouser waists. From a distance, they look like walking small coffers, all of whom are happy to see their teeth but not their eyes.

"I still have meat to eat with the adults. You don't know. Every time you pass by the money with the iron general, you can never put the money in your pocket."

(End of this chapter)