Tomorrow

Chapter 154 The Fire Fusion City 3

The middle-aged man once again said, "Fan is just a merchant. We seek profit from the capital, why is it wrong to buy and sell, and even to destroy the door?"

Li Dingguo looked at the middle-aged humanity: "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man raised his chest and arched his hands towards Li Dingguo: "Fan Xiaoyang is now Fan Xiaoshan's third brother."

Zhang Guofeng took out a small book and glanced at it: "Fan Xiaoyang, a doctor of the Manchu Neihongwen Academy, wrote the official edicts of the civil and military officials, and also reported to the Confucian Temple and the civil and military officials.

Killable! "

Fan Xiaoyang was shocked when he heard the words and was about to retreat. Li Dingguo's long knife was already on his neck, and with a hand, Fan Xiaoyang's head rolled off his neck.

"Killing him is equivalent to killing a slave, right?"

Li Dingguo grabbed Fan Xiaoyang's hair and threw the heads into the prepared basket. These people's heads will be used to pass the first nine sides in the future.

Li Dingguo led people to Fan Xiaoshan's inner house, and Qian Shaoshao had already arrived at the door of Wang Dengku's house at this time.

And Zhang Guozhu, Chang Guoyu and others are also advancing toward their respective goals according to the list in their hands.

The killing started in an orderly manner...

When Qian Shaoshao left Wang Dengku's house, his snow-white clothes had been stained with blood, and his handsome face was also covered with blood. The guard behind him followed closely with his head in his hand.

The ten young people in Tsing Yi waiting at the door saw Qian Shaoshao leaving, so they walked into Wang Dengku's house and began to count the transfer property.

Slaughtering a city is a systematic work, and the people in Lantian County are best at integrating work processes. Therefore, after knowing that Yue Tuo's army is only three hundred miles away from here, their work is progressing very quickly.

Massacre, liquidation, inspection of people, inspection of property, and at the same time are doing the work of transporting food.

It is impossible to transport 140,000 quintals of grain in a short period of time. Therefore, they can only transport the most valuable types of grains. As for miscellaneous grains such as sorghum, they will be distributed to the people around Zhangjiakou. They can take away as much as they want, but they will leave Zhangjiakou far away after they get the food.

The battlefield set by Yun's is in Zhangjiakou!

The sun is shining on the earth, but the most cruel scene is being staged on the earth. Steel knives, hammers, fire guns, bows and arrows, even hoes, wooden forks have become tools of killing.

The steel knife curls its blade, the hammer breaks, the fire bludgeon is silent, the bow and arrow collapse, only the simplest **** and wooden fork are still sharp.

As the killing progressed, the group of serfs who were as timid as quail became cruel... So the massacre spread from the army to the people.

Slaughter, robbery, rape, and other evil things are all accompanying sisters. If the army is still restrained by military discipline, those red-eyed serfs seem to have to vent all the grievances they have received over the years.

As a result, Zhangjiakou fell completely.

Fan San sat on the city wall and witnessed the tragedy that happened in this city. He was a timid and easily satisfied person. After receiving another coin from Qian Shao Shao, he honestly took people with him. Digging holes all over the world.

Until the diggers around him participated in the massacre with red eyes, he came to the wall alone and watched the tragedy that happened before him.

He suddenly felt that in this world there is no such thing as taking advantage and not losing money forever, no matter how much advantage is taken in front of him, he will have to pay it back one day.

In the past, he was envious of his master's rich life, envious of the master can have countless women, envious of the master can be rich in clothes, envious of the master can enjoy the best enjoyment in the world without work.

Now, he didn't think so. Fan's mansion caught fire, and it was quickly extinguished. At the beginning of the Fan's mansion, there was still fire blaring, and then the Yaque was silent... Is it really Yaque silent?

Fan San knew that he was too far away from Fan's mansion.

Fan San wiped the blood stains off the ingot and took a bite in his mouth. Two tooth marks appeared on the silver.

This ingot of silver is better than the silver that Qian Shaoshao bestowed on him for the first time. He didn't know the five characters of Baoding official silver engraved on the silver, but knew that any silver with this kind of handwriting was generally the best official silver.

The reason why those people would engrave those clear words on the silver was not to imprint them or to look good, but to get some silver foam from the official silver in order to make a fortune.

There was a cry in his ear, Fan San glanced in the direction where the old lady outside the city was, put the silver in his arms, went down the city wall, picked up a **** and started digging a hole.

Fan San is very satisfied with his silver stiff top on his chest, so he has a lot of motivation to dig a hole.

When Qian Shaoshao came back from the grain depot, he saw Fan San alone digging a hole. He sat on the side of the street and rolled a cigarette with bamboo paper and held it in his mouth. He watched Fan San dig a hole in the street. .

"Two more holes should be dug on the corner of the street."

Qian Shaoshao spit out a faint mouthful of thick smoke to Fan Sandao.

Fan San agreed, dug a hole in twos and then went to the place designated by Qian Shaoshao to continue to dig the hole.

"Others have gone to make a fortune, why don't you go?"

Qian Shaoshao dropped the cigarette **** and asked Fan San with his back against the wall.

Fan San shook his head and said, "You gave me another ten taels of silver. I am enough."

Qian Shaoshao smiled and said, "Twelve taels is enough?"

Fan San touched the twelve taels of silver in his arms and said, "I don't think the money is so easy to take."

Qian Shaoshao grinned and pointed to Fan Sandao: "You are a smart man. The slave-building army is three hundred miles away. After we finish this ticket, we will run away. You'd better take yours. Father and mother run farther."

Fan San raised Khan Jinjin's face and said, "When will I be back?"

Qian Shaoshao said: "It's best not to come back. For a long time, this will be a battlefield."

Fan Sandao: "I will follow you, Master."

Qian Shaoshao smiled silently and said, "You are a real smart person. Keep digging the hole. After the things inside are over, follow me. I really need a smart person like you to be by my side."

A group of mule carts drove from the direction of the grain depot, and each of the mule carts was filled with heavy grains. After exiting the north gate, they entered the vast wilderness.

In the evening, Zhangjiakou finally became quiet, but this quiet was different from the previous quiet, it was as quiet as a cemetery, perhaps, it was originally a cemetery.

The crowd surrounding Zhangjiakou had dispersed under the leadership of Zhang Guozhu. They were satisfied when they got what they wanted.

Li Dingguo's cavalry also left. They went very simply. Their only purpose in coming to Zhangjiakou was to see the grain stored here being destroyed or taken away by the people.

Now, they can fight freely, they can harass Yue Tuo's army in their own way of fighting, and take the opportunity to rescue the looted people.

Qian Shaoshao stayed and continued to deal with Zhangjiakou's follow-up affairs.

The number of serfs led by Fan San has increased. After Zhangjiakou's wanton venting of their emotions, they returned to their usual dull appearance.

Digging pits under the supervision of a dozen knights is very hard.

Qian Duoduo was puzzled by this scene. It was these people who were extremely brutal in the day and seemed to dare to poke a hole in the sky.

However, these hundreds of people did not dare to resist the seventeen cavalrymen. Even though these cavalrymen did not have a good attitude towards them, they drove them to do hard work. When they were lazy, they would get their whips off. Endure silently, with no intention of resisting.

Fan San held a piece of white flour pancake in both hands. It was delicious. Seeing Qian Shaoshao seemed to be puzzled by the scene before him, he casually said: "They are actually used to being enslaved. They never thought of resisting. What they did in the city today is What they would do in their dreams.

Now, their hearts are terribly scared, as long as someone is willing to keep them working, they will find the backbone.

Master, if you are willing to ask for these people, I promise, no matter how you squeeze them, Master, they will definitely not resist, and will be more honest than before. I just hope you don't leave them behind. "

Qian Shaoshao smiled and said, "How do you know?"

Fan Sanzhi pointed to his big face and said, "That's what I think!"

Qian Shaoshao recalled the scene where he cleaned up Battelle, nodded and said: "What you said is really reasonable.

However, I hope you can come out and live differently from others. "

Fan San smiled and said: "We need masters, especially in Zhangjiakou. The government has ignored us for a long time. For us, the great merchants in Zhangjiakou are our heaven.

Now, the sky is gone, and you have become our sky again. "

Qian Shaoshao said, "I don't believe that none of you is dissatisfied?"

Fan San chewed a mouthful of white flour pancakes and said, "I used to have them, but there are not too many. There is a guy named Han Bazi who is very nice. He is righteous and willing to speak for the big guy.

He is a blacksmith, with two strengths, a sledgehammer is used to lift seven or eight people who are not close to him~www.wuxiahere.com~ The big guys who have troubles will ask him to make peace.

In the winter of the first year ago, I somehow clashed with the host’s house. The host’s rope was tied behind the four cows and torn into four pieces. The intestines ran all over the floor. That scene...there was still on the ripped meat. Bai Qi, all feed the dog.

All the people who have been favored by others watched him like this, watching him being torn apart by cows, watching his wife being sold, watching his son being raised as a dog in a cage.

Afterwards, everyone said that Han Bazi was a fool, and he was fine to offend the master, but he was looking for death on his own, and they couldn't blame the master for being cruel!

From then on, no matter what the master said or did, everyone listened and received.

Master, can we burn this city on fire? "

Qian Shaoshao's eyes were straight when he heard it, and when Fan San was asking him, he nodded and said, "We dug a hole to burn this city."

Fan San took another bite of the white flour pancake and said, "It's good to burn, it's good to burn, it's better to burn it cleanly, then don't burn it...throw the ancestor..."