It is the difference between Mao Jue and Mao Xingjian's father and son.

When Mao Jue started his business, a local tyrant Qian Zeng came, Mao Jue was clear about serving this goods, and he got the first pot of gold from this goods, but Mao Xingjian dragged it, and directly pasted his big money owner on the wall like mud, and stepped on it.

This is also the first time, Mao Xingjian came to Han Jinnong's tavern, the condescending style was played by him to the fullest, his brows were tightly locked, and he was afraid of staining his shoes every step he took.

Now he is glad and regrets being involved with this lord, regret needless to say, looking at the attitude of the eyes to the sky, fortunately he got the bad news of the prince in advance, in case he worked hard for three years, happily took the position of earl to return to China, and the front foot of the boat and the back foot were caught and carried to the head, how unjust it would be to die!

"Prince, please!"

Trembling again, Han Fatzi hurriedly bowed respectfully.

But it's no wonder that Mao Xingjian looks disgusted, this is not a fake burial, but really dirty! The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, drunkards, urine, and some excrement, because there is no hope, Han Jinnong is not in the mood to operate, the ground is not cleaned at all, the snow melts the muddy water brought in, and the mud is like a pigsty, although it is morning, but last year I was drunk, and there are still hundreds of drunks who are paralyzed on the table, and there is no hope, these scum scum are completely relying on alcohol to numb themselves.

However, what makes the Ming people feel ashamed is that most of these people who don't seek to be motivated and buy drunk all day long are Ming people! Those historical Koreans and Japanese descendants have relatively low expectations for the future, and it is a bad life to live anywhere anyway, but they are still motivated to live.

Looking at these scum scum, Mao Xingjian really sighed helplessly, and immediately pulled out from his waist, and a military shotgun with a little horn was pulled out by him, that's right, Song Yongzhong's.

Mao Xingjian is far less fond of weapons than Mao Jue, his Chen Jiao stole from Mao Jue's collection value, and gave him the ivory handle revolver for self-defense was replaced in Song Yongzhong's direct saliva, and he got this mediocre standard weapon, for no other reason, this thing is really loud, holding it in the air, he slammed the fire, and in Han Jinnong's sad jump, the roof of the tavern was cut out of a big hole, and the straw and sawdust on it fell to the ground, and the snow stuffed the tavern owner's head.

The drunks who drank at the bottom were also like burning their buttocks, and they all jumped up and ran around with bared teeth and grinning.

"Master Song has been arrested?"

"Bear in town?"

"The Kraken called?"

"Oh, my Han Ye, you've been teased all the time!"

A drunkard with messy hair and a big beard who was close to him, with a big smell of ballast, was the first to muttered there vaguely, and when he heard it, Han Fatzi's own eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly moved to the side: "What are you talking about?" Don't you see the prince here? Don't kneel down and salute, you people! ”

Prince? Good name! A few drunks were really startled, but the bearded man had a disdainful look on his face, and he pouted his head and spat it.

"What kind of character is Lao Tzu! The wreck who was kicked into this place and moldy with us and waited to die! Jin Lao Liu, you fucking get up, are you ashamed? A bastard can scare you like this, and he can still Chad? The head has a bowl-sized scar, and now it's all mixed with this fucking virtue, afraid of a yarn? ”

"Your Majesty is such a heroic character, why did you give birth to such a waste, and you deserve to be abolished!!"

His words, the group of scoundrels who were not afraid of the sky and the earth were laughing, and a few kneeling people also stood up with red faces, in order to show their disdain, they also spit on the ground, this sentence was like a nail in Mao Xingjian's heart, stabbing his face with a blue face.

Holding back his anger, the prince roared in a gloomy voice: "From now on, you scum will work for Lone, and you will do whatever Lone asks you to do." You have three meals a day, and you're alone! ”

"Hey, obey, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Chitose!"

"Lao Tzu is not short of you to eat, I'm not interested!"

Mao Xingjian's majestic roar to the extreme, on the contrary, caused a burst of more unbridled laughter below, seeing that the prince was trembling with anger, Han Fatzi was also trembling with fright, now it is a beast chess, rats eat elephants, elephants kill tigers, this group of deflated people are not afraid of the prince, he is terrible!

"Shut up Lao Tzu, what does the prince let you deflated three sons do, let Lao Tzu do it honestly! Otherwise, don't fucking want to drink on credit from Lao Tzu! ”

For a moment, the deflated grass and crows below were silent.

If you die, you will die, and without alcohol to anesthetize the nerves, you really can't live this day! In Mao Xingjian's stunned, a group of garbage rushed out of the tavern, shouting loudly: "Work hard, work!" ”

Mao Xingjian was stunned to see this scene, turned his head in astonishment, and landed on Han Jinnong, the fat man of Huishang had an ugly smile on his face, and scratched the back of his head in a trembling manner.

This can be regarded as a lesson to Mao Xingjian, authority sometimes does not have a wine jar!

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Although this is not a good start, but the result is a surprise, the citizens of Baobao Haizhen, who were lifeless, and spent all day at home eating and waiting for death, can be regarded as Mao Xingjian tossed, the men of the tavern picked up axes, went up the mountain to chop wood, and the women and the old and weak were also driven out of the nest, picking up the snow quilt on the next mountain ridge, and picking up the hay underneath.

Indeed, Mao Xingjian does not have the diligence and thrift of Mao Jue's self-made hard-working and hard-working people, but if you want the horse to run, he also understands the truth that you have to give the horse grass.

Suddenly, shouts of surprise and disbelief rang out one after another.

"I'm rubbing! White-flour steamed buns! At noon, I actually managed white flour steamed buns! ”

"Mixi! Mixi! Rice Smecta! ”

No matter how good the fish is, it will be disgusting if you eat too much, for the farming nation, these things are still real, just fish and wild vegetables, men and women are throwing off their cheeks and filling their stomachs, in the sound of balabala's chopsticks, a young man of the Japanese country was stunned to create five bowls of rice dry rice that was disproportionate to his body shape, looking at a big mouth that opened and closed, Han Xiaomo saw that his heart was dripping blood! While trembling, she was also desperately pulling the rice, and she could eat it back bowl by bowl.

"Ten taels of rice! Woo woo ~ really fragrant! ”

With a full meal, when they work in the afternoon, these gem sea citizens are much more motivated.

However, not everyone cut trees and felled trees, and on the other side, there were more than a hundred Japanese ronins, and the strong men of the Ming Dynasty were pulled out by Mao Xingjian alone.

I'm still single! The drunkard bastard who was the first to taunt Mao Xingjian in the morning stiffened his neck, stiffened and shouted arrogantly: "The little one knows that he has offended the prince, what is the greeting, even if you come over to the little one, Zou Zou frowned, the little one is not a man!" ”

was really angry and almost didn't collapse, Mao Xingjian simply ignored him, wordlessly dragged the horse over and rode up, following him, fifty Black Pearl sailors rode the war horses brought by the cabin, carrying the shovels and pickaxes they had just bought, and trotted out.

After eating a mouthful of ash, he watched the large team walk out in a daze, and was confused for a while, and the terrier neck also picked up the rope on the ground and ran out in a daze.

Outside the stockade, Song Yongzhong was holding the ivory revolver that had just been exchanged in one hand and turning the gun in a chic manner, and stuffing the steamed bun into his mouth with the other hand, leisurely watching the people in the town working there, and a heavy sound of horses' hooves behind him sounded, he turned his head suddenly in astonishment, and saw Mao Xingjian rushing out with a gloomy face, and the steamed bun in Song Yongzhong's hand fell to the ground with a click.

With a sad face, the dark-faced and loyal cavalry captain hurriedly turned over his horse, stopped him and bowed down loudly.

"Prince, where are you going?"

"Outpost Twenty-Two! This time, Lord Song is busy with official business, so I won't bother you to go with you, let's go!! ”

Justifiably responded, shook the horsewhip violently, crossed Song Yongzhong, Mao Xingjian ran out coldly, was sprayed with ash, looking at the fierce black pearl sailors and the garbage who followed behind, Song Yongzhong didn't mention how sad he was, trotting back to the village with the horse's belly, he was holding the remaining shotgun, slamming into the sky was a heavy shot, and the old Song shouted aggrievedly.

"Assemble and go out with the crown prince!"

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This time there were a lot of walkways, obviously not as fast as the last time, plus hunting and cooking, and it took almost five days to return to the Snake River Plain again.

On weekdays, the two soldiers of the 3rd Lushun Corps, who were guarding the No. 22 post, were really lonely and talked to themselves, but this time, there was a complete reversal, and the large team of more than 160 people was shouting around the round guard tower in a chaotic manner, and their heads were big in the noisy.

The last time I stared at them, this time I looked at them even hotter, looking at the thousands of North American bison grazing leisurely on the Snake River Plain, especially the calves of the cattle masses, for the first time, Mao Xingjian's face also showed a greedy gaze.

But what he didn't pay attention to was that looking at the bison herd, Song Yongzhong's pupils were only worried in addition to vigilance.