The newly built workshop is now in chaos, half a month's hard work has been put into a torch, the heart of the public is dripping blood, the farmer outside is holding a head, a dung fork, a burning stick, and a torch around himself, but he has no fear, some are just making a mess of sadness, the workshop can be rebuilt if it is destroyed, but the human heart is ruined, what to reshape it with?

Gongyi wood is just a craftsman, Li Chengyan gave him hope, a hope for their gang to show their strengths, they gave up their beliefs, gave up their glory, in order to pass on the only little thing left, and then carry it forward, let future generations know that this knowledge also has a part of the Mo family, so that countless heroic souls with ancestors can live in peace. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Why? Why? He's just a teenager, how can you bear to do it! ”

Looking at the workshop that was already burning, the old man was in tears, they were always deliberately working on the principle of those dirty things, but in the end they still couldn't escape, the wound on the head of the little apprentice in his arms was no longer bleeding, and the body that was still undulating with his breath just now had stopped, and he was lying quietly in the arms of the old man at the moment, enjoying the last bit of warmth in his life.

"You are with them, they said, this workshop will be expanded in the future, and the expansion will occupy our land, you gangs of black-hearted people, we have this little thing left, don't you let it go?"

A young man in his twenties was holding a dung fork in one hand and a torch in the other, shouting loudly at the gongji, his voice was full of grief and indignation, as if he had done something great, and there was a little excitement in his grief and indignation.

The officials of the Ministry of Industry are already frightened, they are civilian officials, how have they ever seen such a scene? Even if the guard on the side was still wailing, looking at the deformed leg bones, he gasped hatefully, and finally sat in place in a daze.

Gong Yimu doesn't want to talk to them anymore, talking to a group of fools, he will become stupid, knowing that they are being used, but what can he do?

He stood up and wanted to treat the guard who had broken his leg, but was stopped by the group of peasants, stretched out his finger and pointed at the person holding the head and the hoe and said, "I am the Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, you can do it yourself." ”

Gong Yimu didn't seem to see those people who were holding farm tools and pointing at them, the sickles in their hands were made by themselves, and the hoes were also made by themselves, but they didn't think that these things would become weapons against themselves in the end, I have to say that this is a sadness, maybe this is the reason why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was unwilling to make guns back then.

Squatting beside the guard, Gong Zhimu looked at the guard with a broken leg in the dim light, the guard's shouting voice gradually laughed, and all that was left was constant crying, sadness, yes, sadness, he was a martial artist, without his legs, what kind of battle did he go to, what enemy did he kill?

Gong Yimu looked at the guard's leg and shook his head, and said to the guard: "Three, I will ask someone to carry you to the prince to see what he can do." You bear with it first, don't think about it yourself. ”

Gong Yi Mu Lao burst into tears, looking at the Tang Dao who was still in the scabbard of the guard, even if his leg was broken like this, he still couldn't bear to pull it out.

Angrily, he said to the peasants who blocked the guards from going out: "He is the elite soldier of a hundred battles, the guard of His Royal Highness the Prince, he killed thirty Turks alone in the steppe, if they are willing to attack, can one of you still be alive!" ”

None of them spoke, and they all stood in place at a loss, and after a while, the crowd gradually split a way, and the two guards drove the guard named Three towards the distance, and gradually disappeared into the night.

"Let's go, let's go, workshop, you smashed it, people, you also beat it, I can ignore all of this, and it will be too late to leave if I want to."

Gong Yimu sat blankly on a broken wooden beam, looking at the group of farmers who still wanted to come forward.

They're just ordinary farmers, so what if you kill them? Gong Yi Mu is a kind old man, just like the old man of ordinary people, since he went to Chang'an, there is always a kind smile on his face, even if he is angry, he always smiles, he has shed tears for the first time in so many years, Jiangnan is not Chang'an, the people here don't understand any big truth, just for the one acre and three points of land they rely on to live, even if they die, they have to keep it, these Gong Yi Mu knows, but he just wants to cry.

Groups of fiery dragons walked towards this side, and they finally got scared, and looked at the group of samurai in helmets and armor, and then looked at the farm tools in their hands, and began to flee in all directions.

"Catch them, and whoever resists will be punished!"

Xu Changde looked at everything in front of him and shouted loudly, he knew what it meant, and he knew who did it, but now he couldn't say, he could only watch, watching all this go up in smoke, watching the sad Gong Yimu hug his little apprentice and cry.

"Let them go, let them go, they are also instigated by others, not intentionally."

Xu Changde waved his hand at the soldier, and the soldier looked at Xu Changde in embarrassment, if there is a general errand, just let it go, how to explain to the prince.

"My lord, this,"

Glaring at the guard who was about to speak, he didn't have the strength to speak, and said loudly to the group of peasants who had been escorted over.

"Who hurt someone!"

"Whoever I hurt, it's all my injury, it has nothing to do with them, if you want to kill me, kill me."

A black-faced man looked at Xu Chengde with blood on his face and said, his hateful eyes were like Xu Chengde owed him his life, constantly struggling, if it wasn't for the guards still trying their best, I was afraid that they would have broken free.

Looking at the man who was still struggling, Xu Changde couldn't wait to go up and slash him now.

"Someone come, take this person down, and the rest of the people will be registered, when will the workshop be restored to its original state, and when will it leave!"

Xu Chengde got off the horse, walked quickly to Gong Yimu's side, and said softly to Gong Yimu: "Don't be sad, my lord, you are like this, Your Highness doesn't know how uncomfortable it is." ”

Gong Yimu didn't speak, he was still crying with his apprentice in his arms, he had no children in his life, this child was picked up by himself from outside, and he had been raised by his side as an apprentice, called Master and Apprentice, but in fact, Gong Zhimu had long regarded him as his grandson.

Xu Chengde didn't say much, he looked at another group of cavalry in the distance, and spit on the ground fiercely, these bastards, sooner or later, they will cramp and peel you.

"Oops, what's going on? Master Hou, isn't this your little apprentice? That bastard's hand! ”

Xu Chengde was watching this person act from the side, and Ying Zhaozhi's dog leg stepped forward and dragged the murderer, and said to Xu Chengde with a flattering face: "My lord, it's him." Look, the blood hasn't dried yet. ”