Starting Today, I'll Work as a City Lord.

Niu Da nodded fiercely, and would whip anyone who dared to mess with him. If he wanted to have a full mouthful of food, he had to abide by the rules.

"Master, if they dare to make trouble, I'll kill them." Mina said coldly, with a saber in her hand, some 'mouse shit' that ruined a pot of 'porridge', she will not be soft.

"Don't be so murderous." Liu Feng pinched Mao Erniang's cat ears, kneaded them gently, and said with a smile, "People are not saints, they always make mistakes, and if they make small mistakes, they will be sent to a small black room for a few days , It’s a big mistake to kill someone.”

"Small black room?" Mina was confused, sent her into the room after making a mistake?dungeon?

"The height is less than [-] meters, the length and width are only enough for one person to lie down, and the outside sound is completely inaudible. The semi-sealed and completely dark small room is commonly known as the small black room."

Liu Feng briefly introduced, "Those who make small mistakes will be sent in for three to five days. During the few days of being locked up, no one communicates with him, and there will be no light at all. Even the delivery of food is quiet."

Hearing this, Mina shuddered. If she stayed in such an environment for a day or two, she could still stand it. If she stayed for more than three or five days, if she was not determined, she might go crazy.

People are afraid of loneliness, no matter who they are, of course, neuropathy is not counted, and neuropathy can have a good time alone.

"Master, I made a mistake, you won't lock me in too?" Mina asked timidly.

"Ha! How could it be?" Liu Feng smiled lightly, "If you make a mistake, spank your ass."

"..." Mina's cheeks were flushed, and she rubbed the corner of her clothes shyly, wondering if she would make a mistake?What does it feel like to be spanked by the young master?

Liu Feng looked at Maoerniang's blushing cheeks amusedly, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Everyone is lined up. Whoever dares to make trouble will have no wheat porridge to eat." Niu Da's loud voice rang out and spread far in the night sky.

As soon as they heard that there was something to eat, the orcs shivered and became active. They immediately stood up and looked eagerly at the three big steel barrels.

At the request of the soldiers, all the orcs lined up in three lines, and whoever dared to jump in line would be greeted by the soldiers.

At such a critical moment, it is necessary to use force severely, otherwise the first person who takes the lead in chaos and is so hungry will dare to do anything.

When the orcs lined up, several soldiers carried several large wooden barrels and placed them on both sides of the line.

"Wash your hands clean for me. Whoever hasn't washed them will only eat wheat after washing them." Niu shouted.

The orcs were a little confused, but they didn't dare to express any opinions. They all washed their hands obediently, rubbing their palms and backs vigorously until their skin turned red.

The orc who washed his hands was stopped by soldiers five or six meters away from receiving the wheat porridge.

"Take this!" The soldier handed three pieces of paper the size of his index finger to the orc who had washed his hands, and told him, "Don't lose it, you can eat wheat porridge."

"oh oh!"

The orc took the note carefully, and then eagerly came to the steel vat, staring at the thick wheat porridge inside, swallowing his saliva.

The soldier guarding the wheat porridge stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a note!"

The orc stared blankly at the soldier, what is the note?

"That's it!" The soldier suppressed a smile, and took a small note from the orc's hand.

"Here, go over there and eat!"

The soldier stuffed a wooden bowl the size of an adult's palm into the hand of the orc, pointed to an open space next to him and said, "After eating, if you are not full, go back to the queue again. The note in your hand can be exchanged for a bowl of wheat porridge." .”

These words made the orc couldn't help but squeeze the note in his hand. Now the orc understood, that is, he can still eat such a big bowl of wheat porridge?And there are three bowls.

"Go, don't block the people behind." The soldier urged.

"Good!" The orc carried the wheat porridge to the side, looking at the thick wheat porridge in the bowl.

The orc felt like he was in a dream. For such a big bowl of wheat porridge, even the amount of the orc in the previous three days combined was not so much.

"Okay, delicious, really delicious..."

Tears flowed down the orc's eyes as he ate it, flowing into the wheat porridge. Even though it was salty, it warmed the orc's heart.

This bowl will be [-]% full. The orcs looked at the empty wooden bowl in their hands, then at the steel vat, squeezed the paper tightly, and nervously lined up again.

Soon, all the orcs in the first round received wheat porridge, and it was already the second round, and there was another note in their hand, and they received another bowl of wheat porridge.

"Wooooow..."

Tears flowed down the orcs, and they howled with sobs. They had forgotten how long it had been since they had eaten the second bowl of wheat porridge, and there was a note in their palms.

If this is a dream, they hope never to wake up.

Chapter 0150 meeting is a slap.

Baron Omar stayed up all night and stayed in the study, his eyes fixed on the study door, waiting for information about the horse thief. It was still some time before dawn.

Even if Baron Omar dozed off a little bit, he still tried not to fall asleep. The success of the horse thief was related to whether he could return to his father's side and compete for the title of Earl Nobility.

Omar didn't want to be a baron in this remote place. He could only stay in the territory all year round, and there was no place to hold a banquet to join in the fun.

His cronies and friends are all inland, and it takes seven or eight days to travel to the west, let alone the capital.

Of course, the people attending the banquet must be all nobles, and nobles with good taste, not the nobles who are like country bumpkins in the west.

"Just wait, when I return to my father, I will definitely make all of you regret that you actually encouraged my father to assign me here."

Baron Omar looked at the flickering candle, gritted his teeth, and said, "When I inherit the title of earl, I will send you all here. Each of you will pay a hundred gold coins a year."

One hundred gold coins, one year's profit from a baronial territory, he is going to kill his half-brothers.

"Hey hey hey..."

Thinking of the excitement, Baron Omar also let out a perverted strange laugh, which made the knight guarding outside the door shudder. After a while, Master Omar would fall into the perverted fantasy of becoming an earl.