"Impossible!"

Peng Pai jumped to his feet.

Yang Yansi smiled indifferently and didn't explain much.

With the sudden rise of the status of literati in the Great Song Dynasty, many aspiring young men would devote themselves to the great cause of reading.

However, the number of students admitted to each session of the imperial examination is quite limited.

This has led to a large number of scholars who have been running for fame all their lives.

Study! Study! Read again!

The only word left in their minds was 'reading'.

A small number of people will become famous in one fell swoop, thus getting rid of poverty and becoming rich. But the vast majority of them will become a rice worm that reads dead books, exhausts the family's money, and ends up with nothing.

These people who have found nothing are actually very similar to the men who have crossed their fingers.

It's just that in terms of reputation, they will have a better reputation than the men of Jiaozhi.

Other than that, it's not much different.

This is a kind of foreknowledge, so Yang Yansi can't explain it to them.

Yang Yansi looked at Peng Pai who was jumping on his feet, and laughed in a low voice: "Time will tell." ”

"Let's talk about the woman in cross-toe......"

Zhao Di interjected.

It was clear that he didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Yang Yansi.

As a Song man, he is proud in his bones.

Deep down, he was very resistant to Yang Yansi's malicious speculation.

Almost everyone present was very resistant to Yang Yansi's malicious speculation.

In the eyes of all Song people, Song people are flawless and noble.

It can't be compared to barbarians.

In fact, Yang Yansi also thinks so in his heart.

The bloodline of the descendants of Yan and Huang is noble.

This can be seen in the culture.

In the 5,000-year-old cultural inheritance of China, the descendants of Yan and Huang have experienced all the hardships and all the tortures.

But these sufferings and sufferings have not worn out our culture, our humility in our bones, and the etiquette we maintain at all times.

The process of human reproduction is actually a process of cultural accumulation and development.

In the long years and the long river of history, too many cultural inheritances have been drowned.

However, China's 5,000-year-old culture has persevered in this long history.

And its light will shine even brighter.

The profound cultural heritage condenses drop after drop of Yanhuang blood, and finally converges into a Yanhuang person.

Who can compare?

……

Yang Yansi's words undoubtedly aroused the pride in everyone's bones.

When a group of proud people get together, it's natural to do something proud.

"What is there to talk about a woman in cross-chi? It's not that you can't see that they are really miserable. So, we have to save them. ”

"Rescue the toiling women and let them out of the misery of life. Let the warm chests of the big Song men warm their already cold souls. ”

Zhao Di blinked, "Aren't we here to grab grain?" ”

Yang Yansi glared, "Pedantic!" This is called deliverance, the deliverance of all the toiling masses. ”

"I don't want to warm their souls, I want to warm their bodies ......"

A scarecrow muttered under his breath.

The voices of others were spoken at once.

Yang Yansi smiled dryly, "Ahem...... It's also a way to deliver. ”

As an educator of scarecrow thought, Peng Pai's ideological consciousness is undoubtedly the highest.

"Young master, give the order! I can't wait to rescue the woman in Jiaozhi. They've had a hard time. ”

Yang Yansi nodded and assigned the combat mission.

"The soldiers are divided into three roads, and the generals of the Huyan family are responsible for blocking the two main roads in the village. All those who fled were captured, and those who resisted were summarily executed. The Blackarmor Soldier is responsible for capturing all the males in the village, stringing them together, and letting these pampered lazy men serve as our convoys. The Scarecrow belongs and is responsible for looting money and food. ”

"Repeat the respective commands."

Zhao Di, the leader of the Black Armor Army, and the leader of the Huyan family, the three of them repeated their orders.

Yang Yansi nodded, "Confirm that it is correct, let's go." ”

Four hundred warriors, with the dream of rescuing the Jiaozhi woman, rushed to Gari Village before it was dark.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the generals of the Huyan family divided into two roads and blocked the two main roads in the village.

The Blackarmor soldiers lowered their visors and stormed the village.

The scarecrow belongs, following them.

After entering the village, they quickly divided into teams of ten people and began to raid.

"Bang!"

Yang Yansi led a team of people and rushed into a bamboo building.

The bamboo building is very dilapidated.

It is not difficult to see from the furnishings inside that this family is not wealthy.

A straw mat bed, a bamboo table, a few clay pots and bowls, almost everything in this family.

A cross-toed man with bare breasts, shaking the fat on his body, waving a slender bamboo stick in his hand and whipping his wife.

A woman who is not beautiful nests in a corner of the bamboo building, nursing her child.

The bamboo strips whipped on her, and she grinned in pain, but she didn't dare to move.

"Holy shit!"

The black-armored soldier who was the first to rush into the bamboo tower suddenly turned red, and stepped forward and kicked the man with his toes three meters away.

"Zai Mi Wow~"

The cross-toed man got up from the ground and stared at the black-armored soldier and shouted.

Then he saw the armor on the black armor soldier, and his momentum weakened.

A strange scene appeared.

This cross-toed man actually drooped his head and pushed his wife forward.

It seems that he wants to exchange his wife for his own life.

"It's a waste to exchange your wife for your life, it's really an eyesore to look at, and it's just a knife to slaughter."

"Sila~"

The long knife was unsheathed, and the light of the snow knife flickered in the bamboo building with the light of the oil lamp.

"Ahh

The cross-toed woman, who was nursing the child, suddenly screamed, and then knelt on the ground and begged the black-armored soldier bitterly.

The movements in the hands of the black-armored soldier paused, and he stared at the cross-toed woman in a daze.

The woman said a lot of words, and saw that the soldiers of the Black Armor Army were unmoved.

Then she got up and pulled out a clay pot in a corner of the bamboo building.

He glanced at his man in fear.

Then he handed the clay pot to the black-armored soldier, and pointed to the clay pot, and then to his man.

The black-armored soldier glanced at the clay pot, in which there were some copper coins and a few broken pieces of silver.

The black-armored soldier held the clay pot, blinking, his brows slightly raised.

The cross-chin woman saw that the black-armored soldier still did not withdraw the long knife in her hand.

With a gloomy expression, she laid her child on the bed, then got up and walked over to the black-armored soldier.

He pointed to himself, to the clay pot, and to his husband, and said a lot.

"You mean, you paid me for my help and asked me to help you kill you, a beast?"

The cross-toe woman, who didn't understand the language, didn't know what the black armor soldier was talking about, but she heard the black armor soldier's reply, thinking that the black armor soldier had agreed to her request, she hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Then, under the stunned eyes of the cochin woman.

The black-armored soldier laughed loudly, "I'm happy to serve you." I am very happy about this money. ”

"Die!"

The long knife slashed, and the head of the cross-toed man fell to the ground, splashing a splash of blood.

"Ah~"

The cross-toed woman screamed, threw herself in front of the black-armored soldier, and made a lot of indignant 'zili wala'.

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