The mutton is cooked, and the prisoner Hu has also been brought up, and it's time for the show to begin.

Under the nodding of Liu Shi and Tang Jue, Xu Ji, the little actor of Xixiang, stepped forward with a serious face. A cauldron was opened at random. The steaming water rushed out. The fat mutton in the cauldron has been cooked, and it is a little rotten, fragrant, and makes people have an appetite at a glance. (This is for Xu Ji and them.) Someone is not among them. After all, there is still a lot of blood on this mutton. )

Xu Ji was very intoxicated and smelled the aroma of meat for a while, and muttered with some regret: "What a good mutton!" It's a pity to get these Zhao slaves cheaper! ”

But the look of regret didn't last long. As a little actor in Xixiang, Xu Ji still has some acting skills. Immediately returned to his original serious expression.

Xu Ji did not choose to use a fork to fish for these muttons. Instead, he pulled out the ring-headed knife that hung from his waist and still had some blood stains. Xu Ji found a piece of fat mutton with bones and stabbed it.

Picking up this piece of fat mutton, Xu Ji slowly walked in front of this group of Zhao slaves. This piece of fat lamb exudes a strong aroma. It immediately attracted the attention of these Zhao slaves.

During the Jin and Jin dynasties, productivity was relatively low, coupled with exploitation from the top, and the common people were generally not very wealthy. At the end of the year, I can't eat a few meals of meat. Even small and medium-sized landlords can't eat meat every day. What's more, these are Zhao Nu who can only be regarded as commodities.

In front of this group of Zhao slaves, Xu Ji put this piece of fat mutton to his nose and sniffed it deeply, revealing a very enjoyable expression. And he said loudly and very badly: "Wow! It smells so good! I want to eat it! ”

Looking at the Zhao slaves who kept swallowing their saliva, Xixiang little actor Xu Ji directly took a big bite on this piece of fat mutton. In ancient times, there was a shortage of oil and water, so the ancients generally liked fat meat very much, and Xu Ji was no exception. This piece of lamb is just too fat. Biting and biting, the oil juice flowed down his chin, and after a while, Xu Ji's front placket was wet with oil and water. This made the Zhao slaves who were watching in front of them swallow wildly and didn't know how many times they drooled.

It didn't take long for the fat lamb to be eaten up. Xixiang little actor Xu Ji shook the bones of his hand, looked at the Zhao slaves with disdain and said, "This mutton is really fat!" It's fucking delicious! It can only be enjoyed by a certain nobleman. As for you, this bone has been given to you."

After throwing the bones in his hand to these Zhao slaves at will, Xu Ji pretended to go back to pick meat. As for the bone with some shredded flesh, it was scrambled by the Zhao slaves present. However, the Saigo warriors who were standing on guard did not stop them, but watched with great interest. It's a lot more fun than watching dogs fight.

After these Zhao slaves finished grabbing the bones, the little actor of Xixiang came over with a second piece of fat mutton. It's still the same cheap tone just now. In front of all Zhao Nu, he finished eating the fat mutton. After a bit of ridicule, he threw the bones to the Zhao slaves, which caused the Zhao slaves to scramble. After the Zhao slaves competed, Xu Ji came with the third piece of fat mutton. And so on and so forth.

When Xu Ji came over with the eighth piece of fat mutton. Xu Ji didn't eat this piece of fat mutton in front of Zhao Nu like he did just now. Xu Ji, the little actor of the Xixiang Army, sniffed it deeply, and said with some regret: "What a fragrant fat mutton!" It's a pity that I can't eat it. ”

Immediately afterwards, Xu Ji turned his head to the crowd and continued, "Do you want a piece?" ”

Under the temptation of Xixiang little actor Xu Ji, this group of Zhao slaves has secretly swallowed saliva I don't know how many times. The charm of fat mutton is magnified many times under the superb acting skills of Xixiang actor Xu Ji. All the Zhao slaves nodded wildly and stretched out their hands to Xu Ji, not as silent as at the beginning, as lifeless.

"But are you worthy?" Looking at the Zhao Nu with hot eyes, Xu Ji suddenly changed his painting style and said coldly.

Zhao Nu suddenly looked confused. The little actor of Xixiang continued to stimulate: "Don't forget your identity, you are slaves, you are Zhao slaves." Slaves also deserved to eat meat. Amusing! ”

After speaking, Xu Ji, the little actor of Xixiang, was in front of all Zhao Nu, although his heart was very reluctant at this time, he still ruthlessly threw the fat mutton on the ground, and then stepped on it.

After listening to Xu Ji's words, after seeing that Xu Ji would rather throw away the meat and spoil it than reward them for eating. All Zhao slaves bowed their heads gloomily, slaves, they are slaves, they are Zhao slaves, they are the lowest people. But there are also many Zhao slaves who clenched their fists.

After stepping this piece of fat mutton into the dirt ground, Xu Ji returned to the cauldron and forked another piece of fat mutton with a knife. However, he stayed where he was this time, and did not continue to use fat mutton to stimulate these Zhao slaves.

"Come here!" Xu Ji pointed to a young man with fluffy hair, covered in dirt, and who looked about eighteen or nineteen.

"Me!" The young man pointed to himself and asked rhetorically, a little puzzled.

However, as soon as he finished asking, he was brought out by two Saigo warriors.

"What's your name?" Xu Ji asked gently.

"My name is Zhou...... Five. Facing Xu Ji, the young man was a little nervous.

"Friday yes! Do you want to eat meat? Xu Ji shook the fat mutton in his hand and continued to ask calmly.

"I want to, I want to dream about it!" Friday, tempted by fat mutton, said excitedly. But he suddenly remembered something, and said with some frustration: "But didn't you just say that we are slaves and unworthy of meat?" ”

"Slaves don't deserve meat, but Han people do!" Xu Ji suddenly shouted loudly. to ensure that all the Zhao slaves present could hear it.

Han Chinese, what a desirable title. All the Zhao slaves present had heard about it from their own fathers and grandparents. More than a hundred years ago, their ancestors were known as Han Chinese. In that era, the Han people were the strongest existence, and the Hu people were just their slaves. But more than a hundred years later, their fathers were called Jin people, and they became Zhao people, Zhao slaves, and Zhao slaves of Hu people.

Xu Ji stretched out his index finger, turned his head to the crowd and continued to roar: "Once! For the sake of you and I as the descendants of Yan and Huang, my lord will give you a chance to become a Han Chinese! Tightly only once! ”

After listening to Xu Ji's roar, a little ripple appeared in the heart of every Zhao Nu. They all looked up at Xu Ji. If a man has been numb and has no hope of living, what is the difference between him and an animal?

looked at the slightly hopeful eyes of these Zhao Nu in front of him. I saw that there was already some brightness in their eyes, and they were no longer as empty as they were just now. Xu Ji nodded with satisfaction. At least these people are still saved. If these Zhao Nu are still as numb as ever. Xu Ji will not waste any more time.

"Nobleman, could you please tell me how to become a Han Chinese? I don't want to be bullied by Hu people anymore. Friday, kneeling, pleaded.

"Do you know the person who was tied," Xu Ji asked, pointing at Fox Wind.

"Recognize! He is the Venerable Fox Wind Great Elder! Looking at the fox wind, Friday was a little scared. Apparently Fox Wind made a deep impression on Friday.

"Kill him, you are Han! Kill him, this piece of meat, it's yours! Xu Ji shook the mutton in his hand and said gently.

"Me! ......" said Friday a little nervously.

After handing over the knife with the fat mutton in his hand to the martial artist on the side, Xu Ji pulled Friday and walked in front of Fox Feng. A sharp dagger was picked from the ground and thrust into Friday's hand.

"It's simple, gently stab him in the chest with this dagger! Don't be afraid! He is now just an old sheep to the slaughter. Xu Ji continued to guide. I don't care about the fox wind who is struggling and begging on the side.

"I ...... Can't do it......" Friday, trembling with a dagger, said in fear. After all, he hadn't killed anyone, and he was going to kill his former master.

"Kill him, you will not only avenge your dead relatives, but also become a glorious and honorable Han Chinese." Xu Ji continued to seduce in Friday's ear.

……

"I want to avenge my mother, I want to become Han, I want to kill you......"

Under the temptation of Xixiang actor Xu Ji again and again, the dilemma Friday finally made a decision. He really doesn't want to be a Zhao slave anymore, he wants to avenge his relatives. With the help of Xu Ji, he stabbed the first knife. Friday, who took the first step, went crazy, closed his eyes and yelled at the fox wind with his dagger in succession.

After being deceived by someone who did not keep his promises, the poor big tile traitor was stabbed to death by Friday's little man more than 30 times in a frenzy.

After stabbing the fox wind to death, Friday, who was tired and fell to the ground, asked Xu Ji a little weakly: "Nobleman, am I a Han now?" ”

Xu Ji smiled and said, "Congratulations! Friday. You are now a member of the Han people of Xixiang. ”

Then Xu Ji turned his head and yelled at the remaining Zhao slaves: "Friday has completed the test, he is now a Han!" What about your decision? ”

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The bloodiness of the Han people needs to be activated with blood. The servility of the Han people also needs to be washed away with the blood of the slave owners. There was only one Hu life between the Zhao Nu and the Han people. Only the lives and blood of the Hu people can wash away the slave shackles in Zhao Nu's heart, can they truly recall the blood that belongs to the Han people, and can they truly become Han people.

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Long live the noble and glorious Han people! ----- Pengcheng Captain Zhou Chong.