The 10,000 rice buckets who ate the most spent three full days digging a 2,000-meter tunnel to extend to Zhao Yu's house in Zhaojia Village, covering up the entrances and exits. The two heads and the middle sections are sealed with long boulders, except for Zhao Yu, who can only open them with a space bracelet, no one else can open them.

No one knows, Yan Songjie didn't say anything to anyone. Zhao Yu only knows how to use it, but doesn't know what it does.

Jade, antique calligraphy and paintings, and books have been successively transported to Zhaojia Village.

In the hands of the yellow turban thieves, jade, antique calligraphy and paintings, and books are not easy to get rid of, and there are piles of waste. For Yan Songjie, it is a windfall, worth 10,000 times more than gold and silver.

For the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was an antique, which was at least a hundred years old, and it was commissioned to drag the time-space cloud merchants to sell them at sky-high prices.

The jade artifacts are miscellaneous and massive. It can be seen how many cities the Yellow Turban thieves swept and how many local tyrants they robbed.

It's just to make a wedding dress for Yan Songjie, and suddenly become a super tyrant! The coins in the space-time cloud merchant swelled again, surpassing the 100 billion cloud merchant currency mark.

Eat people with a short mouth, and take people softly.

"The Montenegrin Army, not production, is not a long-term strategy. I will give you one million catties of golden taro seeds, planted in the mountains of Montenegro, with one million catties as seeds, with a yield of six or seven thousand catties per mu, and countless grains can be harvested in two seasons a year. "Zhao Yude Yan Songjie instructed to send an envoy from Zhaojia Village to Montenegro.

There are 600,000 stone of grain in Zhaojia Village, so there is no need to worry, and the potatoes harvested last autumn will naturally be left for planting.

"Hahaha! Or Leader Sun has foresight, and it is not easy to get rid of jade, antique calligraphy and paintings, and books, not to mention getting along peacefully. This million catties of golden taro seeds, but ten thousand gold is not exchanged... The king couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and suddenly laughed out loud, laughing so happily, condensed in his chest, and finally got rid of it.

And the eight leaders, who made it even more sleepless day and night, were completely relieved.

The demon Yan Songjie who is rumored to be murderous and cruel in Montenegro, even the children of Montenegro dare not cry anymore when they hear the name.

was actually friendly to the Montenegrin Army, sending millions of catties of golden taro seeds, and did not receive a penny. Although they felt that Yan Songjie was doing this against common sense, it was beneficial and harmless to Montenegro, and it was normal for the strong to have grotesque and strange things.

"Huang is a step forward in his upward cultivation. Zhao Feng grinned and said to the 10,000 Yellow Turban Thieves, and the silver armor could be greatly expanded.

"One, two... Five hundred and nineteen people, ten thousand people were selected for this little man. After Zhao Feng finished counting, he looked lost, and could only sigh in pain.

Eight hundred and nineteen people, all of whom are big-bellied men, are equivalent to raising 8,190 people. Zhao Ting pursed his lips, hating the root of his teeth. If it weren't for Yan Songjie to give 600,000 stone of grain, the private soldiers couldn't afford it at all.

"Three hundred silver armor righteous servants, one person with two newcomers, teach them the rules. After that, take them to eat a full meal first, eat mutton as much as you want, eat at least ten catties, and beat me up if you can't finish eating. "Zhao Feng is domineering and extremely bold.

Hearing this domineering order, all the new silver armor were immediately stunned. This is the big rice bucket among the yellow turban thieves, because of the large amount of food, they have not been very popular and looked down upon. In order to have a full stomach, I am used to being cold, and eating a full stomach is a dream ideal.

When the five hundred and nineteen new Yinjiayi came to their senses, they felt excited in their hearts, and they all closed their mouths with joy: "No! We don't have to fight! ”

In the aroma, the sheep have been roasted, and the tigers and leopards sitting around the fire ride heavy armor and silver armor to enjoy a mutton feast.

Five hundred and nineteen new silver armor righteous servants, exhausted and greasy, hungry and thirsty in their stomachs, really devoured, and each of them exceeded the quota by two or three times the task.

"Uh-uh!" is still eating, for fear that there will be no next time.

And the more than 9,400 elite soldiers of the Yellow Turban thieves only had dry rice and haggis soup, and the treatment was completely different from each other, and they began to complain: "Why do you eat mutton and give us haggis soup, it's not fair at all."

"It's unfair to say that we are unfair!" Yan Songjie was filled with an aura of not being angry and arrogant. did not beat around the bush, the 250,000 army of the Yellow Turban Thieves retreated, and Zhaojiacun was not afraid of any movement at this time.

"Where in the world is there such a cheap thing, eat mutton to show strength, to challenge the tiger and leopard to ride heavy armor, no one cares how much mutton you want to eat, and you lose and eat haggis soup. ”

"Whoever has the biggest fist in our place is fair, don't you know such a superficial truth? If you win, you will have a thousand taels of silver, and you will eat as much mutton as you like. "Cao Ren's words are like knives, extremely tyrannical and domineering.

"If you win, you will have a thousand taels of silver, and you will eat as much mutton as you like. The hearts of more than 9,000 yellow turban thieves were beating faster, their eyes full of longing were in disbelief, and their faces couldn't help but be filled with infinite surprise.

"One thousand taels of silver, take it if you win. Yan Songjie simply added fuel to the fire, and took out a thousand taels of silver to add fuel to the fire.

The eyes of the tigers and leopards in heavy armor swept towards the nine thousand yellow turban thieves, and their fierce eyes were as if they were staring at the prey under their claws.

"No one dares to challenge me, what Lao Tzu hates most in his life is you soft eggs. You also dare to act in front of Lao Tzu, I think you are impatient! If you don't obey the order, go back to the Black Mountain Army to eat porridge, and those who dare to make trouble will die, and all of them will be killed!" Cao Ren's face was full of murderous intent, and his high-pitched voice drifted, and he didn't pay attention to these more than 9,000 Yellow Turban thieves at all.

"There is no mercy!" The three words of murderous momentum, like a sharp blade, stabbed the fragile hearts of more than 9,000 Yellow Turban thieves.

After all, if you sell yourself as an ordinary soldier of the Zhao family, all you can do is to obey the public.

The bodies of more than 9,000 yellow turban thieves trembled, and there was a kind of shuddering, and a look of horror flashed in their eyes. touched his nose for no reason, and when he heard it, his face was red, and he stopped thinking about "unfair", and he only felt that it was boring.

"Cao Ren is so arrogant and unstoppable, let me challenge you!" An unusually familiar voice sounded in Yan Songjie's voice.

Cao Ren, who was in the se, turned his head and saw that it was Wen Chou who was holding a hundred and eighty-eight pound Mo knife, and strode straight towards him. There was a buzzing sound of the braincase, and infinite horror instantly swept through the whole body like a tide.

The answer was also very simple, and he hurriedly refused: "Don't! I admit defeat, no, don't handsome big brother, you bully me for my young age." ”

"Repeated defeats and repeated battles! Fang is the road of the strong. Don't retreat, go to battle, use a trick. Yan Songjie restrained his smile, his face was meaningful, and he shouted at Cao Ren.

"No! Cao Ren's words were faintly tragic, and he picked up fifty catties of Mo knife to face Wen Chou.

Still uncontrollably took a breath of cool air, and quietly held the weapon in his hand tighter.

"Yo ho!" At this time, Wen Chou was surprised to find that the Cao Ren in front of him was impressed when he hadn't seen him for three days. The soaring martial arts was actually quite successful, and he didn't take him down within ten moves.