warring states careerist

Chapter 679

The sound of throwing the crock pot immediately caused a commotion, and the prisoner Mi came here with an iron sword in his hand, and shouted loudly, "What are you doing?"

He used Zhao Yin, and these people should be able to understand it.

The woman looked at the child who couldn't swallow it distressedly, and she burst into tears. How did she and the child suffer so much?
She had heard the chatter between the concubine Mie and other people before, and knew that the concubine Mie had a lot to do with her - it was the smuggling caravan of Que and Jun that was captured by the concubine Mie, which made the hidden conflict in Zhao Guo erupt before the death of Zhao Wugong Come out, and it was he who forced Young Master Chao to death in the end.

This woman is a member of Que Yujun's family. Knowing that the concubine Mi is brutal and ruthless, she looks at the sword in his hand and at her two young children. Yibai said: "The child can't eat boiled wheat..."

She didn't use Yayin, but Zhaoyu. A soldier beside the concubine Mi was shocked and said: "They are all human, why can't they eat it? When I was young, let alone boiled wheat, I could eat ears of wheat... ..."

The child was still crying and kept repeating the words that he wanted to eat deer preserves. The concubine Mi took back the iron sword and let out a laugh.

Shaking his head, he didn't say anything, and went back to eat the boiled wheat in his crock.

When Shu Pu Mi left, the woman quietly pointed at Shu Pu Mi, and said to her child: "Remember this man, remember everyone in the Mo family. They are the ones who made your father die, and they are the ones who made you unable to eat preserved deer. You can only eat boiled wheat."

"If one day, you grow up, remember, the father's hatred, we will never die together!"

"Hey, eat, how can you grow up hungry? How can you get revenge if you don't grow up?"

The older child's slender nails pierced deeply into his palm, as if they were about to bleed.

The moon of mid-autumn was the time to prepare sacrifices for worshiping God. At this time in previous years, his family was already busy.

All kinds of contributions from people from various fiefdoms, and suitable sacrifices selected.

The whole family was happy. He remembered that it was Zhong Qiuyue who was last year. His father gave him a small bow, and he finally got his own finger ring, which proved that he was qualified to wear a finger ring and was about to grow up to be a nobleman.

That is, last year, he heard his first love song.

"The branch of the orchid, the boy wears it. Although I wear it, how can I not know? It looks so smooth, and it hangs with fear."

"The leaves of the orchid are worn by the boy. Even though I wear the leaves, can I not be armored? The appearance is so smooth, and the swaying is palpitating."

He thought of his father correcting his bow posture with his broad arms, so warm and broad.

He thought of the eyes of the girl who had sung Fei Lan when he drew his bow and shot arrows.

And now, he has nothing.

His father died, the family property was gone, and his little bow was gone. The girl with bright eyes is now unknown.

The older child gritted his teeth and stared at the Mozhe who was carrying muskets or iron swords, his teeth rattling, thinking that today's revenge will be avenged tomorrow!If he grows up, he will slaughter all the ink in the world!
Secretly made an oath, bowed his head to his mother and said: "The child knows his mistake."

After all, he stuffed those boiled wheat grains into his mouth, endured the pain he had never felt before, as if something was sticking to his throat and tearing hard, and swallowed his boiled wheat.

After the meal, I don’t know who it was, sang a cappella by the campfire, and then hundreds of people chorused in unison, their voices were desolate, coupled with the cold autumn, the crooked moon, and the occasional night owls flying over the mountains, Make people stunned.

Those who live in Pidu have yellow fox fur.Its tolerance does not change, and its words have rules.The line returns to Zhou, which is the hope of all people.

Those who are from the capital are from Taiwan Li.The gentleman's son, the silk is as straight as hair.I don't see you, I don't say anything.

People in Peter are full of truth.The gentleman's children are called Yin Ji.I don't see you, my heart is tied.

Those who are in Peter are slack and sharp.The son of a gentleman has curly hair like a scorpion.If I don't see you, I will follow my words.

If the bandits hang down, there will be more than enough belts.If the bandit rolls it, there will be a guard for the hair.I don't see you, what is the cloud.

What they miss is not Pitu people, what they miss is themselves.

Everything in the past is gone.

The fox fur is yellow, and now it is just dirty clothes that have not been changed for a long time.

There are rules in his words, but now it's just hatred in his mouth and caution to say hello even when he goes to the bathroom.

The Taiwan hat is now just a mess of hair that hasn't been washed for many days.

I don't see you, what is the cloud.

The singing continued, and more and more people burst into tears, thinking about the boiled wheat they had just eaten, thinking about the road they walked on their feet without taking a car, thinking about everything in the past, their sadness was hard to hide.

The guard Mo Zhe was a little surprised. The concubine Mie blew his whistle, fired his musket into the sky with a bang, and shouted: "Don't sing! Don't sing!"

After shouting a few words, those people looked at the prisoner Mi and shouted no, the leader felt a kind of pride and pride in his heart: he didn't allow me to sing, but I wanted to sing!You are scared!

Amidst the singing of the crowd, the people next to him whispered in an elegant tone: "Today we eat wheat, but tomorrow we will probably eat grass. The people of the clan are scattered and the willows are bitterly cold. When I go, there will be no one in ten. If you are going to die, you should also eat grass." Huge, don't eat and live with the slut in Gaoliu, and die in that bitter cold place!"

Some people had already intended it, and when they were about to continue spreading the word to others, the concubine suddenly rushed into the crowd with a few people, holding a heavy arquebus butt, and slammed it at the leading people. Kick the leader to the ground.

They are all foot knights, and the shoes on their feet are all leather boots, with a layer of iron plates wrapped around the back. The military figures can form a formation with a few people practicing all the year round.

The lead singer has been riding in a car, how can he walk such a long distance, and there is no meat for many days without food, how can he be against him?

In severe pain, he squatted on the ground.

However, the Mohist infantry knights escorting them quickly divided into two teams, with one team facing backwards, raising their guns in formation, just in case.

The other group cut into the crowd like a wedge, dividing these people into small groups. Some people held gun butts or wooden sticks and smashed at those who were still singing.

Seeing such a situation, the few people who wanted to riot knew that they were afraid that things would not happen, so they had to keep silent.

A few leaders were picked out from the crowd, tied with ropes, and the prisoner Mi warned loudly: "If this happens again, it will be regarded as rebellion and all will be shot!"

The dark gun muzzles and the twinkling matchlocks in the distance finally overwhelmed the inexplicably sad singing.

After those people calmed down, the concubine turned around and said to the knights who were with him: "It's late at night, let's sing a song too!"

He played a tune, and those soldiers who were still holding weapons in their hands and watching the noble prisoners vigilantly sang in unison with the concubine Sangzi.

The sandalwood is cut down in the rough, and the river is dry, and the river is clear and rippling.

No crops, no crops, three hundred grains of rice?

If you don't hunt, don't hunt, Hu Zhanerting has a scorpion?
Hey, gentlemen are all moths!

The ridges and ridges are cut and radiated, and they are placed on the side of the river. The river is clear and straight.

If there is no crops, no crops, 300 billion yuan will be taken?

If you don't hunt or hunt, Hu Zhanerting has county characteristics?
Hey, gentlemen are all moths!

The hurdles are cutting the wheel, and the river is so thick that the river is clear and rotten.

If there is no crops, no crops, how about three hundred yuan for nothing?

If you don't hunt or hunt, Hu Zhanerting has a county quail?
Hey, gentlemen are all moths!

The revised lyrics turned the original expectation of a gentleman's benevolence into a mockery.

The voices of those who have experienced many wars, fought barbarians, visited grasslands, killed smuggling caravans, and attacked the capital of Zhao State sang in unison. There was no prayer or expectation, and the changed tune was like a song. A ball of fire can ignite human blood.

Linhu people, Zhao people, Sishang people, Zhongshan people, Dai people, all kinds of accents are mixed together, but when they sing, they are surprisingly consistent, just like forming an army on the battlefield.

The other side was so overwhelmed by this unintelligible song that I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't sing that sad song anymore. I vaguely understood what the other side was singing, but I didn't know when the non-vegetarian meal with prayers turned into mockery All of them are silverfish.

The singing was wafting, and the bitter taste of the burning match was also wafting. The iron sword gleaming with cold light and the gesture of rushing into the crowd and beating them like a hungry wolf just now made the singing very powerful.

In the middle of the night, after arranging duty and guards, the concubine Miu walked up to Representative Lian and couldn't help but ask, "What did they sing just now?"

He was born as a slave in Sishang, and he doesn't know the elegant accent. The official pronunciation of the Mohist family is also the mixed dialect of Sishang, Qilu, and Chuyue. I don't quite understand.

Representative Lian was burning lead to melt lead bombs, and said with a smile: "I didn't sing anything. It's just feeling the past days. I'm staring at those people, and it's good to catch them out and separate them when the time comes. Is there no one who can understand Yayin?"

The concubine clicked his tongue and scolded: "Only this group of people, can they learn to support themselves? I said put them in Gaoliu, and there will be trouble. Isn't Gaoliu recently digging coal mines? If you want me to say men, let them Go dig coal. Girl... I really don't know what to do."

"They don't know how to farm or weave, so what do you think they live on? You can't starve them to death, and they don't know how to work. What can a group of silverfish do?"

Representative Lian put away the melted lead bullets, rubbed his hands together and said, "Gaoliu has wool felt and woolen workshops. They can't do weaving, but they can still do some jobs that don't require skills. Yes. For example, washing wool with lake lye, it can be done. Isn’t there a shortage of manpower.”

Mi, the concubine, knew about Gaoliu's wool workshop, nodded and said, "That's true. Gaoliu people, how can anyone be willing to be a woolen worker? But those who escaped have more land to grow, and women in the city can also weave. Now the workshop The establishment has its own duties, but no one is doing the laundry.”

"Anyone can do it, and they have no skills. They are just tired and don't have much money. That's the kind of thing that suits them."

Representative Lian stretched his exhausted body, got up and said, "Go to bed first, and I'll be on duty at night. Hu Feizi and Qu Jiangzi both said righteousness, saying that they would learn to support themselves, but I was afraid that they would spoil Gaoliu's atmosphere. .”

Mi, the concubine, scratched his head and said, "What kind of ethos? They don't have fiefs, they can no longer be moths, how can they still be elegant and luxurious? How can they be expensive if they don't have money?"

Representative Lian said with a helpless smile: "It's not that. I'm afraid they won't be able to bear hardships. When the time comes, they will work as prostitutes on the street, so that at least they can get food and clothing without working hard. Besides, they are all nobles, and they have sex and lust. In addition to sex, it is inevitable that there are other thoughts. Some Zhao people who fled to Gaoliu, if they heard that ten yuan can sleep once with an unattainable noble woman, do you think they will sleep?"

"It's all troublesome things. Nobles have no fiefs and the right to control the farmers in the fiefs, and our Mohism's morality, writing, philosophy, and aspirations are completely useless. At that time, they will definitely be reduced to the bottom... Men work as miners, women work as wool washers, or hire workers for workshops. Do you think these nobles will sing "Fatalwood" one day, shouting that the noble is not always noble, the cheap is not always cheap, and wealth belongs to labor. Those who actually revolted against the industrial and commercial upstarts and the rich?"

The concubine Mi laughed and said, "It's really interesting if you want to do that."

Even the representative laughed along with his weird thoughts, waved his hands and said, "You go to sleep, I'll go watch the night."

(End of this chapter)