Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"This is a silly reading book!"

A group of people are waiting for Fang Xing to deal with Zhao Pu. According to Fei Shi's posture that all the former prime ministers of Song Dynasty were moved out, Zhao Pu of the Ming Dynasty had to peel off his skin if he didn't die.

But when the words of today spread, Fang Xing's reputation will be worse and less fame.

But Cao An's righteous remarks made people unable to argue.

No, it was that Zhao Pu couldn't refute it.

He just kept yelling ‘chaotic officials and thieves’ and ‘the side of the Qing prince’.

Fang Xing could see it, this Zhao Pu wanted to be famous.

"Do you want to be famous... the whole family is gone?"

Fang Xing had a hard time understanding the thinking patterns of these people, but someone could understand.

Fei Shi has received a lot of news about Zhao Pu in a short period of time. He whispered: "Uncle, this man has no children, and his parents have gone long ago. The only wife left is said to be a slave. She was also asked last year. A concubine, I didn't get pregnant either..."

"Aftermath?"

Fang Xing finally understood his thoughts: "You don't think you can think about life, so just ask for a direct name, so you can stay in history in the future, right?"

Zhao Pu was taken aback, Fang Xing said in disgust: "Gang his mouth!"

The sergeant had been waiting for these words a long time ago, and he slapped Zhao Pu's other face swelling first with a slap, and then took a rag to block his mouth.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter, and Fang Xing feels a little uncomfortable, so he stood up and said: "This generation is sensational. This generation is a scourge. Take it down and send it overseas to see what the natives can do. Eat him."

Then Zhao Pu didn't beg for mercy. Instead, he held his head up and straightened his waist when he was driven by the sergeant.

"Since he asks for benevolence and benevolence, but his wife is wronged."

Fang Xing was just a fluttering sentence that made Zhao Pu crazy, desperately trying to rush over.

Until he was beaten down, the whining voice still echoed in his ears, and everyone was silent.

According to Zhao Pu's approach to his wife, not only did he not have a servant-like wife to take care of him during the exile, but his wife had a right to wake up, he could even go to the yamen to apply for a reason, and then he could marry another while he had no children.

"Such people are useless for their families, and useless for their countries. They are just rice worms."

Fang Xing came to a conclusion, no one dared to say anything about the contribution.

People are just like this. At first, there were so many people, and when they felt that the Fa didn't blame the people, they just coaxed. But after some accomplices end up miserably, they will become scared again, and they only feel that their previous thoughts are pure death.

They all lowered their heads, waiting for Fang Xing to leave before daring to raise their heads.

Qiu Jian was not exposed to the sun, and there was ice wine to drink, but his face looked flushed, which made people worry.

He was tremblingly supported by his grandson. He looked at everyone and said, "It was a good thing, but Zhao Pu was mad and helpless. It's nothing more. When we turned back, everyone went to the adults of Liubu and talked about it. It's done."

"Yeah! This time the move is too ruthless, and the beacon is everywhere, it is frustrating!"

"Ke Hing and Uncle don't see the meaning of slowing his cheeks, why?"

"This is just the beginning!"

Someone said in a negative test, which attracted everyone's secret approval.

There are many ‘heroes’ in the south, and those ‘heroes’ have a rich family background. The Korean Central Government wanted to deprive them of their property this time. This is not something that loyalty can solve.

Right now, what Da Ming is bullshit!

Cao An wanted to refute, but Cao Jin stopped him with a light cough.

Cao An's thoughts today are very simple. One is that he is a member of the party that wakes up, so he must stand firm and stand in the right place.

Secondly, after all, he wants to'continue the front line' with Fang Xing. If he can become Fang Xing's disciple, why should he consider his own future in the future.

As a father, Cao Jin knew his thoughts at the moment, but he whispered: "It's too late to go too far!"

Cao An felt tight, knowing that he had done a little too far.

"The overall situation is settled. Why bother to worry about it? Besides, you can buy fields. Haven't everyone saved some money over the years? Slowly buy some fields, and accumulate more fields!"

These words are just the final plan prepared by everyone in unison. At this moment, everyone is talking about it, and everyone is looking at it.

"Father, it's Wang Yuan."

Cao An always felt that there was something unpredictable under Wang Yuan's smile, but Cao Jin didn't even look there, and said, "Let's go home."

Their father and son are on Fang Xing's side today, and they will be left out by the Southern Shilin in the future.

However, Cao Jin had seen through these personnel long ago, and his heart was as hard as a rock.

Wang Yuan smiled and went down with the others. When he got down, seeing Huang Jian sweating profusely, he smiled: "The old man hasn't been able to walk, why do you need to be like this."

Huang Jian respectfully said: "Teacher, the sun is big today, you shouldn't come."

Teachers are kind and disciples are filial, this scene caught the eyes of many people for a while.

But after getting on the carriage, the two changed faces.

Huang Jian said coldly: "I'm hiding from Fang Xing, but teacher, you take the initiative to move forward, are you not afraid of being discovered by him?"

This is Wang Yuan's carriage. He skillfully took out a small pot wrapped in a quilt in the corner, without a teacup, just drinking with a thin spout.

He took a breath after drinking for a while, and then said coldly: "Get out of here!"

At this time, the carriage had entered the city for a while, but Huang Jian was unwilling to get off.

Wang Yuan said: "The car is sultry, and the old man wants to open the curtain, but he doesn't want to see you here."

Huang Jian arched his hands, and then jumped off after the carriage slowed down.

He watched the carriage go away, with a worried expression on his face, and then went to the city gate again.

The weather is too hot, there are few people on the street, and the green skins can only stare at the city gate to see rare things, or to see if there are fat sheep.

Huang Jian went to ask for the news.

Now he doesn't need to hide it, because there are many gentry who come to the green skins to ask for information. Some called the servants to come, some came in person, and even yelled at them.

When I arrived at the city gate, I saw more than a dozen Qingpi sitting against the wall, listening to a fat man.

The fat man looked very kind, that is, the front of his clothes was opened for most, revealing a white and fat chest and abdomen.

The fat man raised his eyebrows, and only the right eyebrows, Huang Jian suddenly felt an insignificant breath coming.

"...The horse widow in the west of the city has the best figure, especially her ass. She wobbles from side to side when she walks, reminds me of horses..."

The fat man raised his head and said in a sighing tone: "I want to touch it when I look at it!"

Those Qingpi listened in a daze, until someone sucked their saliva too loudly, and then slowly recovered, and then someone saw Huang Jian.

"What news do you want?"

There are several groups of Qingpi here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ used to fight with the gentry in order to provide news, but after the fat man came, everyone just took a shower together, and then became much closer.

Huang Jian glanced at the fat man and refused to speak.

A Qingpi said lazily: "Brother Huang is ours, let's leave without telling me."

The fat man's name was Huang Jinlu. During this time, the Qingpi people had a good impression of him, and he was almost cutting his head and burning yellow paper.

Huang Jian lowered his head slightly and asked, "Are there many sergeants coming back in the past few days?"

"Chen San, it's your turn."

The green skins take turns to "take up business", so there are fewer contradictions.

And this idea was also given to them by the golden foot.

Chen San thought about Huang Jinlu's goodness, so he glanced at him, and then said to Huang Jian, "Consistently money!"

Huang Jian raised his head slightly, and said dissatisfied: "Three hundred more money."

Chen San sneered: "That was the price a few days ago, but it doesn't work anymore."

The fat man chuckled and said, "The news is valuable! You know, the other day a gentry asked for the news and refused to pay, but he didn’t know that three gentry outside the city were taken away, and he went to the government office to beg to see Li. Your lord, the result...hahahaha!"

The fat man laughed, Huang Jian felt cold and said, "Okay."

A treasure bill was kneaded into a ball and threw it over, but the sergeants were all in front and could not see here.

——Don't worry about those green skins and gentry!

This was Fang Xing's original words. He wanted to turn this place into a concentration of moths, and then burned these moths with a fire.

Chen San picked up the treasure bill and checked it carefully, then sat back and said lazily, "I have only seen those rushing to report the letter in the past few days, and have not seen the brigade sergeant entering the city."

"Golden Lu" also smiled and said: "There are no sergeants, they are all messengers, but I saw hundreds of sergeants out of the city."