The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Jiang qianxia looked back sadly at Guli.

These days, the Pingshan army has shown its morale and prestige. In addition, Gu Li pushed all the hard bones with the ghost slaves who had arrived quietly. The rest is nothing to mention.

The morale of an army needs to be fed by continuous victory. With sharp tools such as gunpowder bombs, the difficulty is not reduced by a little.

After months of victory, under the leadership of the obscene tactics of little fat Hu Zirong, the Pingshan army pushed down a dozen bandit strongholds, large and small, with half persuasion and half strong attack.

Of course, the surviving bandits, regardless of the seriousness of their crimes, took them all to the construction site and worked for Jiang qianxia.

However, without the suppression of the army, the bandits sent often think carefully - such as how to escape, how to make a comeback, how to kill and cause trouble.

She felt uncomfortable. Guli coughed twice and said tentatively, "the token of the ghost slave is in your hand, or..."

"Or what? If I kill them all, who will help me pave the way and repair the bridge!"

Angrily yelled at him, Jiang qianxia patted his ass impatiently, got up, went around Guli's back and jumped directly on his back.

Instinctively hold her little ass and stabilize her back. Guli looked back in tears and laughter. He felt that his little cook patted him on the shoulder, like a general with a reins.

"I didn't have time to talk to them before. I'm just fine today. Let's go and see what they want!"

The wife speaks, when the husband can not but follow.

The big and hardworking Kirin general walks to the construction site where the murder just happened, carrying the little cook on his back.

The body was still lying on the side of the road. Jiang qianxia looked down and found that the wounds were near the heart pit, spine and carotid artery. He nodded with satisfaction.

From the beginning, the boy didn't even dare to dissect the corpse. Now the killing technique is clean and neat. He proudly asks for credit with himself, but he has paid the price that he can't help vomiting at the sight of meat for a long time.

Find a clean place to put down the little cook. Guli calmly retreated to one side and sat down in a chair at will. There was no sense of existence.

This is not a battlefield, not his home. He just needs to appreciate how brilliant his little cook is.

"You're making trouble today. You can't finish your work during the day. Do you want to work overtime at night?"

I didn't hear the angry curse. At the beginning, I turned to the problem of work. The bandits who were tied like zongzi and squatted on the ground with sore legs and feet were even a little discouraged.

They are bandits who rob their homes, not laborers facing the Loess and facing the sky

Without a response, Jiang qianxia was not annoyed. He just walked back and forth with his hands on his back, like a leader inspecting grass-roots work.

"Let's be reasonable. When you're bandits, you have no hope one day. You have to be careful to be looked down upon by your son when you have a son. What's your intention?"

"Although the work is a little tired now, you only work during the day and have a rest at night. I didn't oppress you and let you rotate for twelve hours?"

"Besides the cost of food and clothing, the house you live in is clean and comfortable, and the food you eat and other mountain people who come to help need money to buy! You eat for free and eat casually. Don't you like it?"

Bandits, look at me and I look at you. They don't know how to refute, because they really can't find anything wrong with food.

In addition to breakfast, it can be said that there is meat in every meal, and the dishes are the same. The taste is much better than what they ate in the first ten years.

Do your work. It doesn't mean you're too tired to stand it, or you do it all day. Your brain feels numb, like a walking corpse. But it seems a little comfortable compared with the days when the knife licked blood?

At least, they don't have to sleep at night with half their eyes open for fear of being wiped at midnight.

Clapping his hands, Jiang qianxia squatted in front of a bandit and raised his chin.

"Tell me, what bad things have you done?"

"... kill."

"Look, killing people pays for their lives. They have been beheaded in the market every other place. Eat and drink well here. You can live in peace by knocking some stones. Your children will be born well in the future. What else are you going to do?"

The bandit who was questioned smashed his mouth and wanted to refute, but he just couldn't find a point and was badly oppressed.

Jiang qianxia smiled at the wrinkled bandit and whispered, "of course, if you don't want to do these rough and tired work, you can do it."

"As long as you are willing to make atonement for your sins and pay for your life."

The sun was shining, but the bandit was frightened by her cold smile at the bottom of her eyes, and his back was sweating.

With a faint glance at him, Jiang qianxia stood up and folded his hands on his belly, reserved and high.

"You all remember clearly that you are not good people. If you are caught by the Pingshan army to pave the way and open the mountain, it will give you an opportunity to atone for your sins."

"If you don't even want to atone for your sins, it will be worthless. It's worthless to everyone. What else can people who still bear sins do except waste food and create instability?"

"People who have no value or even harm are unworthy to live, because I don't allow them."

Because I don't allow it, only the emperor can say it righteously, but it slipped out of Jiang qianxia's mouth, but even Li Xun, who turned white, had to admit it. It was too persuasive.

"You're welcome. I regard the whole Dianzhou, even the whole Lingnan, as my own territory. Wanbaoge will be the base for supplying the whole Daqian mountain in the future."

"I'm a powerful, powerful and rich woman and businessman here. The local officials of Yunnan can't control me. Unless the emperor orders, no one can save you from me."

"Work or die."

The tiger pupil of glutinous rice was full of indifference. Looking at these pale people, he yawned lazily.

"When people live, they have hope. When they die, they have nothing..."

"Your daughter, I want to talk to you alone."

Suddenly, a bandit shouted, his face complicated.

"It's impossible to be alone. You can say what you want to say." Jiang qianxia's interesting way.

"Well... Can you come over a little?"

The man hesitated and made Jiang qianxia laugh with a little eagerness.

Shrugging his shoulders, he walked over indifferently and stood about one meter in front of the man. As soon as he wanted to ask him what he wanted to say, he saw a grim smile on his face, and his bound hand suddenly broke free of the rope.

The broken iron piece was held in his hand, and the uneven blade blurred the flesh and blood of his hand. It can be seen that he exerted great force.

But he seemed not to feel it. In the startling voice of ghost one and the breaking sound of Gu Li, he heavily inserted the iron piece into Jiang qianxia's chest.

Because of the strong force, Jiang qianxia was directly hit and flew out. He rolled on the ground a few times and stopped like a rag doll.

Lying on her side, everyone could see the sharp iron piece inserted into her chest, with crimson blood marks.

"Master child!!!"

As soon as the ghost tore his heart and lungs, Li Xun, who was shocked and didn't respond, almost fainted in front of him.

Guli and boundless rushed at the same time. Boundless stopped halfway and turned ferociously to the man who was the killer.

Gu Li, with a blank mind, somehow picked up Jiang qianxia. He was trembling all over and even his hair was trembling. He only knew that he held her tightly, as if something had been torn open in his heart.

His little cook, dead

"Gee, loosen it, you'll break the bones!"

Dead... Not dead???

Looked at the little cook in amazement, grinned and broke away from his arms, and angrily pulled out the iron sheet on her chest.

There was a touch of light flesh in the broken clothes - her strange clothes were not broken

He threw the iron piece out angrily. The crisp sound of the iron piece falling to the ground made the man who was almost broken by ghost one and boundless roar.

"Why! Why don't you die!"

Out of a cold sweat, Jiang qianxia's Willow eyebrows turned upside down, jumped up directly, pointed at him and shouted angrily.

"You're dead! I just don't die. How can I drop it?"