Leng Yanxianfei

Chapter 9

The mountains are clear and clear, the orioles are singing, and the autumn chrysanthemums are blooming all over the mountains and plains.

A group of people dressed in sackcloth were working on the mountain. They were old and young, strong and thin.

Hoes, carts, poles, bamboo frames...all kinds of labor tools are used for labor in the hands of people.

Hundreds of people were digging on the mountain, carrying soil and gravel back and forth. A middle-aged man in his thirties was staring viciously at him with a thick beard and a knife under his left eye. He was wearing soft armor and holding a long whip. Looking at the civilians working on the construction site, they waved the whip in their hands in the air from time to time, making the air crackle.

A few women were cooking for them not far away, and the smoke was rising...

Several soldiers and officers sat around the camp in twos and threes, chatting with each other, chatting from east to west, from north to south, and went to the construction site to patrol from time to time to check the work conditions of the workers.

"Crack!" The hemp rope broke, and the dustpan tied with the hemp rope on the pole fell to the ground.

The center of gravity was unstable, the boy fell to the ground, his knee hit the gravel, his skin was scratched a few times, and blood flowed from the wound. Fortunately, the scratch was not deep, and the blood only flowed a little, but the knee But it is also purple.

The palm of the boy's right hand was stabbed by a sharp object near his wrist.

"Crack!" A whip lashed at the boy's body like a poisonous snake's prey.

The sackcloth was torn by the whip, and there was a whip mark on the boy's back immediately.

"Damn! Brat, don't pretend to be dead! If you want to be lazy, get up for me."

The man kicked on the stomach of the boy who fell to the ground. The boy had a look of pain on his face, his gums were clenched tightly, and he grabbed the ground with his left hand. His nails were full of mud and rocks, and his body arched like a shrimp. , looks very painful.

"Master Bing, Lord Bing, calm down, calm down."

An old man with white hair, wrinkled face, hands like chicken feet, and a rickety body dropped the work in his hand, and fawned over him to stop the whip that was about to fall from the middle-aged man's hand.

"Little minister, get up quickly, please accompany Master Bing." The old man helped Ran Yechen up.

Ran Yechen's lips and teeth were pale, and his face was dripping with cold sweat. He opened his mouth tremblingly to apologize to the middle-aged man.

"Bing...Master Bing, I'm sorry... sorry..."

"Hmph, if you neglect the project next time, I won't take you too seriously!"

The middle-aged man swaggered around and left the work area.

"Xiao Ai! Come and take the seat!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly at the patrolling soldiers.

"Hey, Brother Long, rest assured, I will take care of these untouchables." Xiao Ai hurriedly ran over, and took the long whip from "Brother Long".

"Among the women in this farm family, there is even a top product, and I will give it to you when I finish enjoying it, so I can satisfy your hunger."

"Then I'll thank you on behalf of the brothers first." Xiao Ai smiled lewdly.

"Brother, you don't know, she's so flirtatious, she's not satisfied with her desires."

"hey-hey."

The two of them hooked their shoulders and shoulders, their eyebrows were expressive, and their faces were "silver". (Those two characters can't be reflected, replace...you understand)

Ran Yechen gave "Brother Long" a look of resentment, and he remembered his appearance deeply in his mind.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, you wait until another day and I will poison you to death.

"Yechen? Yechen?" The old man waved his hand in front of Ran Yechen's eyes a few times.

"Huh?" Ran Yechen froze for a moment.

"Yechen, are you alright?"

"Is the injury serious?"

"What stupid things are you talking about? The whip marks on the back of the subject penetrate three points into the body. Can it be serious?"

"Little courtier, you brother Zeng is cowardly, a coward! I didn't come to help you."

While the soldiers were not paying attention, the workers surrounded and greeted Ran Yechen.

"It's...it's okay..." Ran Yechen forced himself to bear the pain.

"Brother Zeng, don't say that. Brother Zeng is very great. He is not a coward, but he knows the current affairs."

"Ye Chen is here to thank everyone, you all go to work, otherwise it will be bad if you are seen."

"Okay, Yechen, come to me later and get some wound medicine back." A strong man patted Ran Yechen's shoulder with one hand.

(Happy birthday Xinxin, there will be an update tonight)

(End of this chapter)