Chapter 42
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Kuiyu street in Jiangcheng is a common place for people living at the bottom of the country.
There was a lot of noise and crowds of people in Brown Shorts, pants and straw sandals.
And the ragged, stained, lowly slaves.
A group of fresh clothes and bright armor, wearing tiger head bag, tied ribbon, holding a long sword taxi division, separated the crowd.
Surrounded by a handsome young man in a red robe and a crown, he boarded the publicity platform of the market center.
"Wang."
"It's Wang."
"Lord, this is Lord."
The crowd was in turmoil. Although they lived in the king's city, most of the civilians at the bottom had never seen the young monarch.
The Jias used halberds to separate the crowd and maintain order.
Cheng Qianye sat down on a chair and waited for the crowd to calm down.
A Lang official stood on the stage, pointed to a bronze tripod in front of the stage, and announced in a loud voice: "by the order of the Lord, those who can hold this tripod will be rewarded with ten gold."
At this time, one stone rice is about 80 yuan, one or two gold coins are close to 600 yuan, and ten gold coins are about 75 stone millet. This is basically a year's ration for an ordinary family of three.
This bronze tripod has been placed here for a long time. It is not too heavy to burn incense when worshiping.
Is there such a cheap thing in the world?
People couldn't believe it. There was a buzz in the crowd. Many people secretly looked up at Cheng Chiba on the stage, and for a moment no one came forward to try.
Cheng Chiba said, "if you can raise people, give them 50 gold."
The temptation of fifty gold is too great. A strong man with a big figure restrained the fear of the king on the other side, separated the crowd, came to the stage and kowtowed: "I'm willing to have a try."
When he came to the tripod, he stood with his feet crossed. He held the tripod with his hands and drank.
Sure enough, he lifted the tripod unsteadily. He made three circles in front of the stage and put it back to its original place with another bang.
There was silence in the crowd, and all the people, like the strong man, looked up at the monarch on the high platform.
See Cheng Chiba a hand tiny lift, exhibition Bo sleeve, a way: "reward."
There was a lacquerware plate with fifty taels of gold piled on it. It was handed over to the strong man.
The man turned red and couldn't believe his luck. He fell down and kowtowed, almost speechless with excitement.
The crowd is like water in a frying pan. Some people are excited, some are annoyed, and some are envious.
Lang Guan, who read it out, cleared his throat, motioned for everyone to be quiet, pointed to several strong flagpoles on the square again and said, "those who climb the top of the flagpole first will be rewarded with ten gold."
As soon as the words came to an end, more than ten vigorous people were eager to try.
Finally, a man who is good at this way, happily received the reward.
Back in the crowd, several of his brothers quickly gathered around and huddled with him, touching the reward in his hand and congratulating in unison.
Then, in people's expectant eyes, the Lang Guan held out a roll of Huang Juan, spread it against the wind, pasted it on the notice board and read it out loud.
"The system of receiving military merit by nobility!"
With Lang Guan's eulogizing and explaining, all kinds of voices began to ring in the crowd.
"Military merit conferring?"
"If you cut down the enemy's head, you can reward the land?"
"A first-class gentleman. You can get a field. "
"A lot of taxes can be reduced or remitted at or above the second level."
"Twenty."
"Slaves who have made contributions are also qualified to become regular Jia Shi."
"Is that true?"
"Is it possible for my Lord to come to praise the decree himself?"
In the suburb of the city,
in a shabby house, young women are busy around the pot table while patting their children on their backs.
Through the holes in the wall, came a cough.
"Er Niu, take the medicine from the stove to your milk." Cried the woman.
"Mother, I'm coming." Er Niu is a girl of six or seven years old. She leads a toddler boy to come, carefully picks up the bowl with a missing corner on the pot table and walks to the house.
When the curtain was lifted, a dark, stout man came into the room with a bundle of firewood on his back.
He frowned at the porridge with wild vegetables in the pan.
"Ah yuan, you're back." The woman wiped her hands on her apron, took the firewood from the man's back, and said with a little embarrassment, "my mother is still ill, so I have to drink medicine every day, so I have to save some food."
His man, a yuan, was silent for a moment and said, "ah Juan, my Lord has recently drafted to bianzhou. I I want to join the army. "
The woman named a Juan was surprised and looked up at her husband in surprise.
A Yuan said, "I went to the city today. I heard that the new deal has been implemented.""New deal? Is that a baronet? Today, Li Zheng read it door to door
A yuan nodded: "it's dangerous to go to the battlefield, but I have strength. If I fight and chop ten heads back, we can get a field of our own."
He tugged his fist: "there are so many people in our family. Planting minefields can only be a hundred steps away. Every year, we have to plant public fields first and serve as corvee. No matter how hard we work, we can only barely make a living."
A Juan hesitated: "but, on the battlefield..."
Her man stretched out his rough and firm hand because of years of work and touched his wife's face: "the new deal says that as long as he earns military merit, even if he is gone, his son can inherit the reward. As long as I fight, I'll get a first-class gentleman back. "
He took a look at the boy on his wife's back: "our family will eventually have a field."
At night.
In the slave camp,
people who have worked like cattle and horses for a day return to the dirty rest area.
Most of them were skinny and numb, waiting in line for their own share of poor food.
Some old and weak people, as soon as they get the food, rush to their mouth to avoid being robbed by others on the way.
A man with strong body and strong muscles, squinting his eyes and sitting on the haystack, waiting for his "little brother" to bring him food.
"Brother Sheng, brother Sheng."
Several young men sat around him with a little respect and flattery.
This slave, who was called Shengge, had a ferocious scar across his half face, from the bridge of his nose to his ear, and half of his ear was split. The originally handsome face was a little twisted and terrifying.
"Brother Sheng." Said the man, panting and panting? new policy! New deal
"What's the new policy? It's exciting for you six monkeys." A man on the haystack sneered, "what does your game have to do with us slaves?"
"No The slave, nicknamed liuhouer, swallowed his saliva and took a breath. "They are all saying that Wang implemented the military merit system of being knighted - beheaded, freed from slavery, and became a regular Jia Shi!"
"What?" Several men sat up straight back, even the elder brother Sheng opened his cold eyes.
"Really, as long as we go to the battlefield and chop off the head of an enemy, we will not be slaves. It's the same as the regular class a
"How can it be that we belong to the king's property? How can anyone give up their property so casually at the end of the day. Is it not that the adults want us to go to bianzhou to die, and they are afraid that we will not try our best to draw a cake to deceive people? " Sheng Ge said coldly.
"The notice is clearly written and pasted all over the city. There are special sergeants explaining it in detail." Six monkeys swallowed his saliva. "I've heard it for a long time. It's not only the abolitionism, but also the titles. There are 20 ranks in all."
"Say it carefully." Sheng Ge sat up.
"When you become a first-class official, you will be a first-class official if you cut off ten heads." Six monkeys broke their fingers and said, "there can be a tilted field."
"The second level is called shangzao, which rewards more things. The third level Level three, I can't remember. Anyway, the more enemies you kill, the more rewards you get. If you have land and a house, you can marry a wife and reduce taxes. "
Several slaves present exchanged their eyes and felt their hearts thumping.
"When you get to level 4 or above, it's even more different. If you have a chance to be a noble master, you can be an official! It's possible for the pavilion master and the miser master to sit on it. " Six monkeys feel that they are full of incredible dreams. "At that time, they will walk around the street in new cotton clothes, across the knife, with their stomachs, and catch some thieves. Every month, they will have white millet collar."
The crowd laughed, "you monkey, do you want to be an official?"
Six monkeys blushed, "of course, I can't do it. I just hope I can fight my life, chop off the enemy's head and get rid of this slavery, and I'll be satisfied."
"Of course, if you follow my brother Sheng, you can get a first-class official and have a little land. If you go back and marry a mother-in-law, it's worth dying." He touched his head and said, "you can't get a title above level 4 unless you have made great achievements. We are not good at martial arts, and we don't have much insight. Don't even think about it."
"But my brother Sheng is different," six monkey dogleg said. "If my brother Sheng has this chance, he will surely be able to get the title of level four or level five. At that time, he will become the head of the pavilion in the village or the Lord of the Yamen in the county, and he will bring us some light. "
The crowd began to laugh. The news from the six monkeys seemed to cast a little bit of firewood in the boundless night, making them vaguely see the light, no longer the eternal despair.
Now in bianzhou City, the Jin army in the city and the dog army led by the weimingshan outside the city have been confronting each other for more than ten days.
Inside the smoky city wall, there was a notice with the seal of the king.Feng and dozens of slaves gathered around the notice, listening to the sergeant's announcement.
Feng raised her head, staring at the line of words written in black and white.
"If you get one, you will get rid of slavery."
His bloody hand clenched his weapon and trembled.
In the martial arts arena of Jiangcheng military camp,
he Lanzhen shakes a move and jumps out of the circle. He takes a breath and raises his hand to stop.
"Qiao Sheng, what's the matter with you recently? You've been fighting so hard that I can't fight it."
Mo Qiao Sheng is naked, sweating like rain, panting slightly. But there was light in his eyes, he seemed to have endless strength, and he didn't want to stop for a moment,
"my Lord, another round!"
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Kuiyu street in Jiangcheng is a common place for people living at the bottom of the country.
There was a lot of noise and crowds of people in Brown Shorts, pants and straw sandals.
And the ragged, stained, lowly slaves.
A group of fresh clothes and bright armor, wearing tiger head bag, tied ribbon, holding a long sword taxi division, separated the crowd.
Surrounded by a handsome young man in a red robe and a crown, he boarded the publicity platform of the market center.
"Wang."
"It's Wang."
"Lord, this is Lord."
The crowd was in turmoil. Although they lived in the king's city, most of the civilians at the bottom had never seen the young monarch.
The Jias used halberds to separate the crowd and maintain order.
Cheng Qianye sat down on a chair and waited for the crowd to calm down.
A Lang official stood on the stage, pointed to a bronze tripod in front of the stage, and announced in a loud voice: "by the order of the Lord, those who can hold this tripod will be rewarded with ten gold."
At this time, one stone rice is about 80 yuan, one or two gold coins are close to 600 yuan, and ten gold coins are about 75 stone millet. This is basically a year's ration for an ordinary family of three.
This bronze tripod has been placed here for a long time. It is not too heavy to burn incense when worshiping.
Is there such a cheap thing in the world?
People couldn't believe it. There was a buzz in the crowd. Many people secretly looked up at Cheng Chiba on the stage, and for a moment no one came forward to try.
Cheng Chiba said, "if you can raise people, give them 50 gold."
The temptation of fifty gold is too great. A strong man with a big figure restrained the fear of the king on the other side, separated the crowd, came to the stage and kowtowed: "I'm willing to have a try."
When he came to the tripod, he stood with his feet crossed. He held the tripod with his hands and drank.
Sure enough, he lifted the tripod unsteadily. He made three circles in front of the stage and put it back to its original place with another bang.
There was silence in the crowd, and all the people, like the strong man, looked up at the monarch on the high platform.
See Cheng Chiba a hand tiny lift, exhibition Bo sleeve, a way: "reward."
There was a lacquerware plate with fifty taels of gold piled on it. It was handed over to the strong man.
The man turned red and couldn't believe his luck. He fell down and kowtowed, almost speechless with excitement.
The crowd is like water in a frying pan. Some people are excited, some are annoyed, and some are envious.
Lang Guan, who read it out, cleared his throat, motioned for everyone to be quiet, pointed to several strong flagpoles on the square again and said, "those who climb the top of the flagpole first will be rewarded with ten gold."
As soon as the words came to an end, more than ten vigorous people were eager to try.
Finally, a man who is good at this way, happily received the reward.
Back in the crowd, several of his brothers quickly gathered around and huddled with him, touching the reward in his hand and congratulating in unison.
Then, in people's expectant eyes, the Lang Guan held out a roll of Huang Juan, spread it against the wind, pasted it on the notice board and read it out loud.
"The system of receiving military merit by nobility!"
With Lang Guan's eulogizing and explaining, all kinds of voices began to ring in the crowd.
"Military merit conferring?"
"If you cut down the enemy's head, you can reward the land?"
"A first-class gentleman. You can get a field. "
"A lot of taxes can be reduced or remitted at or above the second level."
"Twenty."
"Slaves who have made contributions are also qualified to become regular Jia Shi."
"Is that true?"
"Is it possible for my Lord to come to praise the decree himself?"
In the suburb of the city,
in a shabby house, young women are busy around the pot table while patting their children on their backs.
Through the holes in the wall, came a cough.
"Er Niu, take the medicine from the stove to your milk." Cried the woman.
"Mother, I'm coming." Er Niu is a girl of six or seven years old. She leads a toddler boy to come, carefully picks up the bowl with a missing corner on the pot table and walks to the house.
When the curtain was lifted, a dark, stout man came into the room with a bundle of firewood on his back.
He frowned at the porridge with wild vegetables in the pan.
"Ah yuan, you're back." The woman wiped her hands on her apron, took the firewood from the man's back, and said with a little embarrassment, "my mother is still ill, so I have to drink medicine every day, so I have to save some food."
His man, a yuan, was silent for a moment and said, "ah Juan, my Lord has recently drafted to bianzhou. I I want to join the army. "
The woman named a Juan was surprised and looked up at her husband in surprise.
A Yuan said, "I went to the city today. I heard that the new deal has been implemented.""New deal? Is that a baronet? Today, Li Zheng read it door to door
A yuan nodded: "it's dangerous to go to the battlefield, but I have strength. If I fight and chop ten heads back, we can get a field of our own."
He tugged his fist: "there are so many people in our family. Planting minefields can only be a hundred steps away. Every year, we have to plant public fields first and serve as corvee. No matter how hard we work, we can only barely make a living."
A Juan hesitated: "but, on the battlefield..."
Her man stretched out his rough and firm hand because of years of work and touched his wife's face: "the new deal says that as long as he earns military merit, even if he is gone, his son can inherit the reward. As long as I fight, I'll get a first-class gentleman back. "
He took a look at the boy on his wife's back: "our family will eventually have a field."
At night.
In the slave camp,
people who have worked like cattle and horses for a day return to the dirty rest area.
Most of them were skinny and numb, waiting in line for their own share of poor food.
Some old and weak people, as soon as they get the food, rush to their mouth to avoid being robbed by others on the way.
A man with strong body and strong muscles, squinting his eyes and sitting on the haystack, waiting for his "little brother" to bring him food.
"Brother Sheng, brother Sheng."
Several young men sat around him with a little respect and flattery.
This slave, who was called Shengge, had a ferocious scar across his half face, from the bridge of his nose to his ear, and half of his ear was split. The originally handsome face was a little twisted and terrifying.
"Brother Sheng." Said the man, panting and panting? new policy! New deal
"What's the new policy? It's exciting for you six monkeys." A man on the haystack sneered, "what does your game have to do with us slaves?"
"No The slave, nicknamed liuhouer, swallowed his saliva and took a breath. "They are all saying that Wang implemented the military merit system of being knighted - beheaded, freed from slavery, and became a regular Jia Shi!"
"What?" Several men sat up straight back, even the elder brother Sheng opened his cold eyes.
"Really, as long as we go to the battlefield and chop off the head of an enemy, we will not be slaves. It's the same as the regular class a
"How can it be that we belong to the king's property? How can anyone give up their property so casually at the end of the day. Is it not that the adults want us to go to bianzhou to die, and they are afraid that we will not try our best to draw a cake to deceive people? " Sheng Ge said coldly.
"The notice is clearly written and pasted all over the city. There are special sergeants explaining it in detail." Six monkeys swallowed his saliva. "I've heard it for a long time. It's not only the abolitionism, but also the titles. There are 20 ranks in all."
"Say it carefully." Sheng Ge sat up.
"When you become a first-class official, you will be a first-class official if you cut off ten heads." Six monkeys broke their fingers and said, "there can be a tilted field."
"The second level is called shangzao, which rewards more things. The third level Level three, I can't remember. Anyway, the more enemies you kill, the more rewards you get. If you have land and a house, you can marry a wife and reduce taxes. "
Several slaves present exchanged their eyes and felt their hearts thumping.
"When you get to level 4 or above, it's even more different. If you have a chance to be a noble master, you can be an official! It's possible for the pavilion master and the miser master to sit on it. " Six monkeys feel that they are full of incredible dreams. "At that time, they will walk around the street in new cotton clothes, across the knife, with their stomachs, and catch some thieves. Every month, they will have white millet collar."
The crowd laughed, "you monkey, do you want to be an official?"
Six monkeys blushed, "of course, I can't do it. I just hope I can fight my life, chop off the enemy's head and get rid of this slavery, and I'll be satisfied."
"Of course, if you follow my brother Sheng, you can get a first-class official and have a little land. If you go back and marry a mother-in-law, it's worth dying." He touched his head and said, "you can't get a title above level 4 unless you have made great achievements. We are not good at martial arts, and we don't have much insight. Don't even think about it."
"But my brother Sheng is different," six monkey dogleg said. "If my brother Sheng has this chance, he will surely be able to get the title of level four or level five. At that time, he will become the head of the pavilion in the village or the Lord of the Yamen in the county, and he will bring us some light. "
The crowd began to laugh. The news from the six monkeys seemed to cast a little bit of firewood in the boundless night, making them vaguely see the light, no longer the eternal despair.
Now in bianzhou City, the Jin army in the city and the dog army led by the weimingshan outside the city have been confronting each other for more than ten days.
Inside the smoky city wall, there was a notice with the seal of the king.Feng and dozens of slaves gathered around the notice, listening to the sergeant's announcement.
Feng raised her head, staring at the line of words written in black and white.
"If you get one, you will get rid of slavery."
His bloody hand clenched his weapon and trembled.
In the martial arts arena of Jiangcheng military camp,
he Lanzhen shakes a move and jumps out of the circle. He takes a breath and raises his hand to stop.
"Qiao Sheng, what's the matter with you recently? You've been fighting so hard that I can't fight it."
Mo Qiao Sheng is naked, sweating like rain, panting slightly. But there was light in his eyes, he seemed to have endless strength, and he didn't want to stop for a moment,
"my Lord, another round!"
Kuiyu street in Jiangcheng is a common place for people living at the bottom of the country. There was a lot of noise and crowds of people in Brown Shorts, pants and straw sandals. And the ragged, stained, lowly slaves. A group of fresh clothes and bright armor, wearing tiger head bag, tied ribbon, holding a long sword taxi division, separated the crowd. Surrounded by a handsome young man in a red robe and a crown, he boarded the publicity platform of the market center. "Wang." "It's Wang." "Lord, this is Lord." The crowd was in turmoil. Although they lived in the king's city, most of the civilians at the bottom had never seen the young monarch. The Jias used halberds to separate the crowd and maintain order. Cheng Qianye sat down on a chair and waited for the crowd to calm down. A Lang official stood on the stage, pointed to a bronze tripod in front of the stage, and announced in a loud voice: "by the order of the Lord, those who can hold this tripod will be rewarded with ten gold." At this time, one stone rice is about 80 yuan, one or two gold coins are close to 600 yuan, and ten gold coins are about 75 stone millet. This is basically a year's ration for an ordinary family of three. This bronze tripod has been placed here for a long time. It is not too heavy to burn incense when worshiping. Is there such a cheap thing in the world? People couldn't believe it. There was a buzz in the crowd. Many people secretly looked up at Cheng Chiba on the stage, and for a moment no one came forward to try. Cheng Chiba said, "if you can raise people, give them 50 gold." The temptation of fifty gold is too great. A strong man with a big figure restrained the fear of the king on the other side, separated the crowd, came to the stage and kowtowed: "I'm willing to have a try." When he came to the tripod, he stood with his feet crossed. He held the tripod with his hands and drank. Sure enough, he lifted the tripod unsteadily. He made three circles in front of the stage and put it back to its original place with another bang. There was silence in the crowd, and all the people, like the strong man, looked up at the monarch on the high platform. See Cheng Chiba a hand tiny lift, exhibition Bo sleeve, a way: "reward." There was a lacquerware plate with fifty taels of gold piled on it. It was handed over to the strong man. The man turned red and couldn't believe his luck. He fell down and kowtowed, almost speechless with excitement. The crowd is like water in a frying pan. Some people are excited, some are annoyed, and some are envious. Lang Guan, who read it out, cleared his throat, motioned for everyone to be quiet, pointed to several strong flagpoles on the square again and said, "those who climb the top of the flagpole first will be rewarded with ten gold." As soon as the words came to an end, more than ten vigorous people were eager to try. Finally, a man who is good at this way, happily received the reward. Back in the crowd, several of his brothers quickly gathered around and huddled with him, touching the reward in his hand and congratulating in unison. Then, in people's expectant eyes, the Lang Guan held out a roll of Huang Juan, spread it against the wind, pasted it on the notice board and read it out loud. "The system of receiving military merit by nobility!" With Lang Guan's eulogizing and explaining, all kinds of voices began to ring in the crowd. "Military merit conferring?" "If you cut down the enemy's head, you can reward the land?" "A first-class gentleman. You can get a field. " "A lot of taxes can be reduced or remitted at or above the second level." "Twenty." "Slaves who have made contributions are also qualified to become regular Jia Shi." "Is that true?" "Is it possible for my Lord to come to praise the decree himself?" In the suburb of the city, in a shabby house, young women are busy around the pot table while patting their children on their backs. Through the holes in the wall, came a cough. "Er Niu, take the medicine from the stove to your milk." Cried the woman. "Mother, I'm coming." Er Niu is a girl of six or seven years old. She leads a toddler boy to come, carefully picks up the bowl with a missing corner on the pot table and walks to the house. When the curtain was lifted, a dark, stout man came into the room with a bundle of firewood on his back. He frowned at the porridge with wild vegetables in the pan. "Ah yuan, you're back." The woman wiped her hands on her apron, took the firewood from the man's back, and said with a little embarrassment, "my mother is still ill, so I have to drink medicine every day, so I have to save some food." His man, a yuan, was silent for a moment and said, "ah Juan, my Lord has recently drafted to bianzhou. I I want to join the army. " The woman named a Juan was surprised and looked up at her husband in surprise. A Yuan said, "I went to the city today. I heard that the new deal has been implemented.""New deal? Is that a baronet? Today, Li Zheng read it door to door A yuan nodded: "it's dangerous to go to the battlefield, but I have strength. If I fight and chop ten heads back, we can get a field of our own." He tugged his fist: "there are so many people in our family. Planting minefields can only be a hundred steps away. Every year, we have to plant public fields first and serve as corvee. No matter how hard we work, we can only barely make a living." A Juan hesitated: "but, on the battlefield..." Her man stretched out his rough and firm hand because of years of work and touched his wife's face: "the new deal says that as long as he earns military merit, even if he is gone, his son can inherit the reward. As long as I fight, I'll get a first-class gentleman back. " He took a look at the boy on his wife's back: "our family will eventually have a field." At night. In the slave camp, people who have worked like cattle and horses for a day return to the dirty rest area. Most of them were skinny and numb, waiting in line for their own share of poor food. Some old and weak people, as soon as they get the food, rush to their mouth to avoid being robbed by others on the way. A man with strong body and strong muscles, squinting his eyes and sitting on the haystack, waiting for his "little brother" to bring him food. "Brother Sheng, brother Sheng." Several young men sat around him with a little respect and flattery. This slave, who was called Shengge, had a ferocious scar across his half face, from the bridge of his nose to his ear, and half of his ear was split. The originally handsome face was a little twisted and terrifying. "Brother Sheng." Said the man, panting and panting? new policy! New deal "What's the new policy? It's exciting for you six monkeys." A man on the haystack sneered, "what does your game have to do with us slaves?" "No The slave, nicknamed liuhouer, swallowed his saliva and took a breath. "They are all saying that Wang implemented the military merit system of being knighted - beheaded, freed from slavery, and became a regular Jia Shi!" "What?" Several men sat up straight back, even the elder brother Sheng opened his cold eyes. "Really, as long as we go to the battlefield and chop off the head of an enemy, we will not be slaves. It's the same as the regular class a "How can it be that we belong to the king's property? How can anyone give up their property so casually at the end of the day. Is it not that the adults want us to go to bianzhou to die, and they are afraid that we will not try our best to draw a cake to deceive people? " Sheng Ge said coldly. "The notice is clearly written and pasted all over the city. There are special sergeants explaining it in detail." Six monkeys swallowed his saliva. "I've heard it for a long time. It's not only the abolitionism, but also the titles. There are 20 ranks in all." "Say it carefully." Sheng Ge sat up. "When you become a first-class official, you will be a first-class official if you cut off ten heads." Six monkeys broke their fingers and said, "there can be a tilted field." "The second level is called shangzao, which rewards more things. The third level Level three, I can't remember. Anyway, the more enemies you kill, the more rewards you get. If you have land and a house, you can marry a wife and reduce taxes. " Several slaves present exchanged their eyes and felt their hearts thumping. "When you get to level 4 or above, it's even more different. If you have a chance to be a noble master, you can be an official! It's possible for the pavilion master and the miser master to sit on it. " Six monkeys feel that they are full of incredible dreams. "At that time, they will walk around the street in new cotton clothes, across the knife, with their stomachs, and catch some thieves. Every month, they will have white millet collar." The crowd laughed, "you monkey, do you want to be an official?" Six monkeys blushed, "of course, I can't do it. I just hope I can fight my life, chop off the enemy's head and get rid of this slavery, and I'll be satisfied." "Of course, if you follow my brother Sheng, you can get a first-class official and have a little land. If you go back and marry a mother-in-law, it's worth dying." He touched his head and said, "you can't get a title above level 4 unless you have made great achievements. We are not good at martial arts, and we don't have much insight. Don't even think about it." "But my brother Sheng is different," six monkey dogleg said. "If my brother Sheng has this chance, he will surely be able to get the title of level four or level five. At that time, he will become the head of the pavilion in the village or the Lord of the Yamen in the county, and he will bring us some light. " The crowd began to laugh. The news from the six monkeys seemed to cast a little bit of firewood in the boundless night, making them vaguely see the light, no longer the eternal despair. Now in bianzhou City, the Jin army in the city and the dog army led by the weimingshan outside the city have been confronting each other for more than ten days. Inside the smoky city wall, there was a notice with the seal of the king.Feng and dozens of slaves gathered around the notice, listening to the sergeant's announcement. Feng raised her head, staring at the line of words written in black and white. "If you get one, you will get rid of slavery." His bloody hand clenched his weapon and trembled. In the martial arts arena of Jiangcheng military camp, he Lanzhen shakes a move and jumps out of the circle. He takes a breath and raises his hand to stop. "Qiao Sheng, what's the matter with you recently? You've been fighting so hard that I can't fight it." Mo Qiao Sheng is naked, sweating like rain, panting slightly. But there was light in his eyes, he seemed to have endless strength, and he didn't want to stop for a moment, "my Lord, another round!"
