The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Zhuang Chuo of the Song Dynasty wrote in chicken ribs: "At the age of Bingwu in Jingkang, the price of human flesh is lower than that of dogs and pigs. The fat one is only fifteen thousand, and the whole body is violent as wax. Fan Wen in Dengzhou leads the loyal people, Guichou in Shaoxing, and has traveled to Qiantang. There are people who eat Jews. The old and thin man calls it Rao bahuo. Under the name of women and young AIDS, the soup sheep, the children call it he Gulan, and the eyes are two legged sheep."

This is what the history teacher said as an aside in the history class. Jiang qianxia has a deep memory and it is difficult to forget.

Two legged sheep are obviously of the same kind. Obviously, they listen to each other's bitter petitions, panic screams and hysterical curses before death, but there are always those people who do such things in order to save their own lives.

It's cruel to say. In all dynasties, there are records of cannibalism in both official and unofficial history.

He said benevolence and filial piety in the world, but the people who should most accept the influence of Confucian culture were excluded and numbly did evil things without knowing it.

Among the rules believed by the people at the bottom, the law of the jungle is more important.

They have not been educated. Jiang qianxia knows that no wonder they can't care about anything else when people want to live.

But she knew in her heart that she knew. Emotionally, she couldn't accept such a thing and such a person - no, man eaters are in vain!

His ears seemed to echo the cry of county magistrate Wang's worry, and her body seemed to be shaking and dizzy, but Jiang qianxia just couldn't wake up. She couldn't accept that she had to face a group of man eating animals.

"Take me to see. Don't disturb others."

The county magistrate Wang swallowed all the comforting words in his stomach for the cold and frosty eyes of Shangjiang shallow summer. He didn't dare to hit a clatter at all. He nodded quickly and thought about it. He simply jumped onto the frame and became a groom.

It has rarely rained these two days. If you are lucky, the sun can come out from time to time.

Without the supply of rain in the sky, the surging flood is also stable and has a tendency to recede slowly.

But just in case, we still picked up the high place to live. The more than 100000 people who came down from the bamboo mountain were settled on another hill, connected to several undulating hills, with no deep valley in the middle, a standard mountain and hill.

I don't know why. Outside this place, there are elite soldiers escorting money and food stationed. They don't allow people outside to visit or people inside to come out. I don't know what to guard against.

Yes, what are you guarding against

Ordinary people are "imprisoned" in one place. Those who eat people, are crazy, half crazy and almost scared silly are locked up on the same hill. The guard here is also the most strict.

He went up in a carriage and went to the place where they set up their tent. Jiang qianxia couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with an embroidered handkerchief - it's too smelly.

"What's the smell?"

"Well, report back to the special envoy. Many people inside can't even show respect now, and there's no one else to take care of, so..."

Glancing at the county magistrate Wang, Jiang qianxia sneered and said, "are you not going to be courteous, or do you deliberately toss yourself like this? What's the difference between locking them up with those man eating animals and throwing rabbits into a wolf's nest!"

"If you make a mistake, please make atonement for it..."

With a cold sweat on his forehead, Wang county magistrate, kneeling on the ground, wanted to slap himself.

He only thought about how to reduce the impact, how to forget those almost eaten, would he be more crazy?

With a cold glance, Jiang qianxia got out of the car by himself, took ghost one and ghost slaves with him, stood on the open space and began to give orders.

"Since you have locked them all here, you must know who ate them. Go and take them all out."

Not daring to say anything, county magistrate Wang hurried down with his subordinates to take people. Most of the people called came out trembling, and some were grumpy and rough. They almost fought with the officials. It was only by the action of ghost slaves that they suppressed this evil trend.

When all the animals got together, Jiang qianxia suddenly burst into laughter.

"Just now I wondered how magistrate Wang could accurately pick you out of more than 100000 people. Now it seems that I'm stupid."

Most of those who were pulled out were strong. Even if they looked thin, they looked much better than the victims who looked from a distance.

Also, how can you kill others and frighten other onlookers, eat meat and drink blood without the strength of your son?

But

"Whose children are you and what relatives are there?"

Among cannibals, two and a half children are particularly eye-catching.

"... we are brothers. There was a grandmother at home, but she was eaten later."

The one who stood up should be his brother. He took his brother's hand when talking. His expression was indifferent and very organized.

On her face, Jiang qianxia slightly hooked the corner of her mouth, lazily sat on the chair brought by ghost one to her, and said casually: "Oh? Tell me, who ate it?"

"Their two brothers are animals! Pigs and dogs are not as good as! If they die, they will go to hell on the 18th floor!"

A madwoman who was watching from a distance suddenly rushed out and roared at the two brothers with a ferocious face, but her trembling body exposed her fear.

With a sinking heart, Jiang qianxia took a deep breath and waved to the madwoman.

"Come here and tell me everything you know and see. Don't worry, no one can hurt you with me."

The madwoman seemed to have found a life-saving straw and ran quickly to the back of Jiang qianxia's chair. Her thin fingers like chicken feet pulled hard on the back of the chair, and the back of her hands turned white.

"My Lord, my Lord, I can't let them go!"

After talking back and forth for a long time, Jiang qianxia managed to sort out the madwoman's words.

To comment on this remark in one word, there must be only four words: insanity.

The two brothers are posthumous children. My mother died early. My father is a gangster. He not only doesn't keep a housekeeper, but also often runs back to my mother for money.

The old mother saw that the two brothers were poor, so she brought them up since childhood. Although they can only earn money by washing clothes and doing embroidery for others, because the old man is diligent, none of the two brothers has been starved to death, and they can occasionally eat meat rewarded by large families.

Because his son was unfilial, the old man put all his mind on the two brothers. Sometimes he was hungry. He didn't scold the picky brothers, so he happily picked up their leftovers.

In winter, their house doesn't burn carbon. It's frozen like an ice hole. The two brothers' house is so warm that they can only wear thin clothes.

Children who grow up spoiled and lack correct teaching not only don't have the slightest sense of gratitude, but feel that everything is taken for granted. Occasionally, if they don't eat and wear enough, they will make a big noise. Some neighbors who can't see and want to clean them up will be stopped by the old man.

"They are animals! Animals! Together with others, they killed their grandmother and cooked it!"

The madwoman seemed to recall the tragedy of that day, squatting down with her head trembling, holding a chair leg, in a trance.

"They are animals. Their grandmother gave the last grain to their brothers two days before she died. They, how can they do this, how can they do this..."

When the madwoman pointed out the crime, the two brothers were only angry but had no regrets.

"What do you know? Grandma said that as long as our two brothers can survive and continue the incense, if we don't eat her, it's hard to say that we will be caught and eaten by others. How can we survive now?"

"Yes, and my brother and I ate one hand, and they ate the rest..." my brother echoed and looked at the people next to me with resentment.

Tragedy? Farce? Fantastic.

His heart was full of nausea. Jiang qianxia thought he would vomit, but he didn't even vomit - it's not worth it for them.

After a long silence, the ghost looked at the master with concern, but suddenly saw a gentle smile slowly rising from the corners of her mouth. It was so untimely.

"Well, you two brothers are right. Anyway, as long as you can survive."

The madwoman around was shocked and just wanted to run, she caught her, "don't be afraid, keep your eyes open."

Perhaps she was shocked by the cold at the bottom of her eyes, or comforted by the tenderness of her body. The madwoman slowly calmed down and saw what she wanted to do.

When the two brothers listened to her, they were proud and flashy. They snorted at the madwoman, which meant that they had been praised.

Waving, county magistrate Wang leaned over. Jiang qianxia looked at the mangy dog like cannibal devil in front of him and laughed slowly.

"It's really no big deal to eat people to live, but the murderer pays for his life. I'll give you a chance to live now."

Seeing the hopeful light shining from the bottom of their eyes, Jiang qianxia raised his hand, "come on, find a closed cave and close all the cannibals and murderers in. The cave is blocked with boulders and guarded by elite soldiers outside. There are people trying to escape and shoot them with arrows."

"There's human flesh when you're hungry and blood when you're thirsty... I think you can live in it for a long time."

Despite the panic of these ogres, Jiang qianxia supported his chin with a smile and whispered, "don't be afraid. What does cannibalism mean to you? Don't worry, you can come out when you have only the last person left."

As long as someone can climb out of that purgatory, she really doesn't mind leaving his life and sending it to harm bones and people.

But can anyone really survive that kind of purgatory without weapons?

Ah, the sad, frightened and desperate cries of the two brothers are really pleasant