Mei Xiaohan was so messy at the moment that she didn't know what she wanted to do. However, this is not the most important thing. The most important things are:

"How to survive", although the question is ridiculous. But it's very practical, and that's exactly what it is.

When Yangzhou City recognized the chaos, the speculative traders were the happiest. Because sometimes, the most crucial factor in determining whether a person succeeds or fails does not depend on his intelligence or ability, nor does it depend on what the environment is.

It's "War!" ”

It's brutal, but it's very practical. War is a once-in-a-lifetime time to make a fortune, and of course this is only relative to some people.

Some people use war as a wealth machine to get rich overnight.

At this moment, Mei Xiaohan fell into a mess, he didn't know where to go, let alone what to do next, how to do it, no one to guide him.

No one told him what was right and what was wrong.

The magical little gourd has become a wine gourd, which is actually no different from a wine gourd.

Mei Xiaohan took a sip of wine, and the refreshing spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River blew in front of her, although the wind was very mild, but with a touch of sadness.

Laughed and put his hands behind his back. The road ahead was blurred again.

"Zhao Kuangyin!"

"I don't know what Lao Zhao is doing at this time?"

pinched his fingers and calculated, and Zhou Shizong was getting closer and closer to the day of death.

This short-lived emperor, who was supposed to create a brilliant life, was immortalized, but died young in the Northern Expedition.

I don't know if it's the arrangement of fate or the inevitable fate.

Although the life and death of others have nothing to do with themselves, after all, they have escaped into the rolling red dust, and how can they ignore it.

The attribution of the world has become a foregone conclusion, and the result becomes unimportant, and the process becomes more intriguing.

Maybe life should be a different way of living, and there is no need to be well-behaved. The life of rules is too boring. It is not easy to cross once, and what is the meaning and value of being an honest and responsible traveler.

After the painful entanglement in her heart, Mei Xiaohan decided to enjoy a period of life that plays with life, time flies, youth flies, and youth rushes.

Mei Xiaohan neither wants to flee Yangzhou, nor does she want to be drawn into the war, let alone make a choice between the so-called justice and evil.

The first thing to protect yourself is to "arm!" "Even the most insignificant force is a force.

At this moment, Yangzhou City is being torn into several pieces, and various warlords are desperately plundering resources. Gather the world's vast resources to make up for their own shortcomings.

"Hulu Army!"

Although the name is strange, the treatment given is very high and very generous.

However, not all the people in the "Hulu Army" are recruited, although in the time of war, but the assessment of character is very strict.

The "Hulu Army" was born in Yangzhou City, stunning the Quartet. No one could have expected that the small city of Yangzhou would actually have such a large financial resources to support a "gourd army".

Mei Xiaohan wants to be a master, the kind of master who has someone to serve him whether he is standing or sitting.

You can beat and scold people at will, maybe that kind of life is the life that the ancient lord should have.

Being a good person always seems to end nothing, bad people live a long life, good people live a short life, and life is a game that is difficult to break.

Ridiculous, ridiculous life is not ridiculous.

As long as you can change, everything is not a problem.

The magic gourd is growing in charm, and its storage capacity is now more than just a few thousand tons.

This gourd, with its big greedy mouth, gnaws at everything it can devour. Even so, it's not enough.

Perhaps, Mei Xiaohan never thought that this magical gourd was even more magical than he thought.

Yunzhou City obviously can't go back at this moment, and General Zhao is nowhere to be seen at this moment.

"Fuck the friendship!"

"Dogs bite people when they're in a hurry."

A dilapidated courtyard, an elegant Jiangnan courtyard. It is difficult to escape the erosion of the wind and rain of the years, and its prosperity and decay can not be expressed by a sentence of emotion.

Soon Mei Xiaohan pulled a team of more than 30 people, and their intention to choose Mei Xiaohan at this moment was very simple, that is, to take what they needed.

Mei Xiaohan wants to get a kind of physical pleasure, the feeling of holding power. And they just want to live, live, live ...

Even if it's alive, alive, alive. To be alive is to be alive, but to be alive is always different.

"Mei Gongzi..."

"Call me Master Mei."

"Master Mei!"

"Don't look at this dilapidated courtyard, but it used to be the residence of a big merchant, but now, the courtyard is empty. It's such a desolate feeling, it's probably the cause of the war, I'm afraid it's still..."

"It's a bastard thing!"

"Are you saying that I pick things that others don't want?"

The person who spoke was Yangzhou Tong, but those who knew him said that he was a slave with three surnames. And he is not like Lu Bu, he does not have Lu Bu's heroism at all.

It is not easy for people to survive in troubled times, dignity does not exist, and dignified people may not be able to survive. And only by surviving can dignity be restored.

Along the way, I saw too many homeless people and heard too many stories. The person you meet today may leave this world the next day.

After the order was given, the yard was quickly cleaned up, and skilled craftsmen followed up in time to repair the dilapidated yard.

It's not because of how charming Mei Xiaohan is, but because he can offer a high price now, and he can't find a second person in the entire Yangzhou City.

While people were busy running for their lives, Mei Xiaohan was buying yards one by one. The house is an absolute store of value, both in ancient times and in modern times.

Of course, Mei Xiaohan did not buy these yards with silver, but barter.

When life can be trampled on at will, the price of a house can be imagined.

The wind was blowing messily, and the fallen leaves were fluttering and waving like snowflakes, but the snowflakes were colorful.

A dream-like attic full of poetry, it is said to be the old residence of a very famous poet.

The things of the literati can be understood by ordinary people. The ordinary two-story attic is now dilapidated.

Perhaps, for countless days and nights. No one has ever cared about it, but after all, it has witnessed one history after another.

Old things always have the benefits of old things, very old things, you can smell them with your nose, and there is always a sense of desolate history when you touch them with your hands, which is difficult for even a skilled craftsman to imitate.

When Mei Xiaohan stood under the attic and looked up at the attic, there were a few more guards around him, and the attic was also surrounded by groups.

At this moment, these subordinates and guards were waiting for Mei Xiaohan to give orders.