Huang Chengyan looked indifferent. He was never a man who wanted to save face. On the contrary, seeing that Yang Jie, the head of the Yang family, was so embarrassed, he was still a little gloating. A few days ago, when he came to Huihu and wanted to join the Yang family, Yang Jie didn't save face for him, so he was ridiculed.

Sun Ce is right, if there is no ability to protect oneself, the so-called face is a joke.

Yang Xi and Yang Yi rushed up, grabbed one of Yang Jie's arms, and wanted to snatch him from the hands of the two guards. But with all their strength, they couldn't break the two pincer-like hands.

"Let him go!" Sun Ce waved his hand.

"Whoa." Lin Feng answered, made a look, and the two guards let go of Yang Jie. Yang Jie sat on the ground all of a sudden, and even the brothers Yang Xi and Yang Yi fell down, and the father and son rolled together.

A group of Yang family members came from afar and wanted to come to the rescue, but were stopped by Lin Feng and others. As soon as a man with five big and three thick men raised the spear in his hand, Lin Feng greeted him, and with a knife in the head, he split the spear into two parts, and the head fell to the ground, and blood splattered, which frightened the rest of the tribe at once. Although they also practice martial arts, and they usually fight with some bandits who are not long-sighted, when have they ever seen such a fierce and cruel opponent. Although they had the advantage in numbers, in the face of the ten guards led by Lin Feng, none of them dared to step forward to engage in the battle.

Sun Ce stepped on the gangplank with his hands behind his back and got off the boat, came to stand in front of Yang Jie's father and son, and slowly looked around.

"The Yang family's family business is not small, in this Xiangyang, except for the Cai family and the Xi family, it should be your Yang family's turn, right? The north and south of the lake are your family's industry, and this lake is your family's inner lake, not bad, not bad. Sun Ce retracted his gaze and looked at Yang Jie with a smile. What would you do if I killed your father and son now, robbed your Yang family, and brought all the men, women, and children of your family back to the camp as slaves? Do you go to Xiangyang to complain to Liu Biao, the assassin of Jingzhou, or go to Chang'an to complain to the Son of Heaven? ”

Yang Jie glared at Sun Ce, the anger on his face gradually turned into fear, and his face, which was flushed with anger, gradually turned pale.

If Sun Ce did this, where would he go to seek justice? Jingzhou Thorn Shi Liu Biao is in the city, and no one knows how many days he can live. The Son of Heaven was in Chang'an, and he was kidnapped by Dong Zhuo, and he couldn't be the master. What's more, he still has a little strength in Xiangyang, and he is a fart when he arrives in Chang'an, not to mention the Son of Heaven, he can't even enter the palace.

Sun Ce squatted down and clasped his hands in front of his chest. "Chang'an is too far away, so you can ignore the life or death of the Son of Heaven. Liu Biao is new to the city, so you don't take him seriously. Now that you're in trouble, who do you turn to for help? ”

Yang Jie's face was even whiter, so white that there was no trace of blood. As Sun Ce said, he had nowhere to ask for help, so he could only let Sun Ce slaughter him. Suddenly, he realized that his previous attitude towards the court and Liu Biao was very problematic. It seems that whether it is the Son of Heaven or Liu Biao, it has nothing to do with him. But without the Son of Heaven and Liu Biao, his safety is also not guaranteed.

Not only Yang Jie's mood was complicated, but Huang Chengyan was also shocked. Sun Ce's methods are very violent, but his problems are very sharp. The powerful people in various places have been competing with the imperial court for profits and competing with the states and counties, but they have forgotten that once the world is in chaos and the states and counties are unable to maintain the peace of one side, who can be alone?

He looked at Sun Ce's back, and a trace of awe rose in his heart. Sun Ce is very young, but his knowledge is more than many people. He may not have read many books and could not cite scriptures, but he can always see things to the point, and push his opponent into a corner with one or two sentences. is like a clever warrior, there are no fancy moves, but as soon as he makes a move, he will point to the key point and decide the victory.

If such a person has strong force, he is born a leader, and he is hard to find.

Sun Ce turned his head to look at Yang Xi. Looking at this young man who was respected as "Virtuous Yang Jun", he felt sad from the bottom of his heart. A seventeen-year-old boy, even if he has a noble character, is at best a three-good boy, how can he be hired at the age of seventeen to be hired by the state and county, and the three princes are summoned, it is nothing more than Xiangyang Haoqiang flaunting each other, and then he has a habit chiseling his teeth, and he wrote down these exaggerated rumors and wrote them into a book.

A typical literati style, immersed in his own imagination. As soon as the door is closed, Lao Tzu is the first in the world. As for what the truth is, they don't care at all.

The reluctance to face reality, or the fear of facing reality, was a common problem among literati, which began in the Han Dynasty and became even worse in the future.

Yang Xi was uneasy to see by Sun Ce. Under the gaze of this peer, he felt a strong pressure, and it became very difficult to even breathe, let alone speak. If it weren't for years of study and temperament, he might have cried at this moment. He lowered his head, avoided Sun Ce's forced gaze, and helped Yang Jie up.

Sun Ce also stood up, turned his head to look at Yang Yi, who was pale and gritted his teeth, and suddenly laughed: "I heard that you are good at arithmetic?" ”

Yang Yi snorted, wanting to show his spirit, but he was forced by Sun Ce's momentum, and this sound was muffled in his throat and failed to come out.

"That's it, let me ask you a question, if you can answer it, I'll let you Yang family go. If you can't answer, you will obediently cooperate with me and hand over the land, how about it? ”

Yang Yi looked nervously at her father Yang Jie. Yang Jie gritted his teeth and nodded. Yang Yi nodded vigorously. "You...... You said. ”

"Suppose there are two brothers, each marrying a wife, having a hundred acres of land, and a big family, right? The elder brother farmed the fields, worked hard, and provided food for the family. The younger brother reads, raises the spirit of Haoran, and spreads the business of the saints. The farmer worked hard for many years, and the husband and wife had four children. The scholars had a leisurely life, and the couple had six children, half male and half female. For the sake of your calculations, children are born without counting their parents. Ten acres of land can feed one person. How many lifetimes will there be a food shortage crisis, and how many people will plough the land and how many will study? ”

Yang Yi frowned, pinched her fingers, and quickly calculated. Sun Ce was surprised when he saw it. This kid doesn't need to do the calculations, he actually wants to do the math? No wonder Huang Chengyan said that he was good at arithmetic, which was innate.

After a while, Yang Yi raised her head, but her gaze wandered a little.

"Got an answer?" Sun Ce smiled. "Say it."

"Ten acres can feed one person, and a hundred hectares can feed a thousand people. Passed to the seventh generation, there are one hundred and twenty-eight descendants of the elder brother, and the descendants of the younger brother...... 1,458 people, a total of 1,586 people, more than 586 people, there is a food shortage crisis. ”

Sun Ce nodded. "So, if you kill five hundred and eighty-six people, will this family be able to survive?"

A cold sweat broke out on Yang Yi's forehead. He didn't want to answer, but he was forced to look at by Sun Ce and had to nod.

Sun Ce laughed silently. "Then tell me, should we kill those who work hard to farm, or should we kill those who pass on the business of saints?"

Yang Yi closed her mouth tightly, the blue tendons on her forehead were exposed, and she didn't say a word. Yang Xi's face was also very ugly. At this time, Yang Jie laughed miserably.

"Brother Chengyan, you're right, it's me who is wrong."

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