Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Conversation at the Dinner Table
Today's Iron Cloak Fort has changed from the deserted in the past, and has become crowded, lively and noisy.
Groups of soldiers with a calm temperament are lined up in the middle of the playground.
The square was piled up with weapons, armor, grain and grass, wounded medicine, camp tents and other materials, and the quartermasters were counting them one by one.
Intelligence officers were in a hurry, constantly entering and exiting the castle gates.
There was a nervous smell in the fresh air.
The tall and sturdy main fort is the main building of Tieyi Fort, and it is also the place where Ji Tieyi handles daily affairs and daily life, and is heavily guarded on weekdays. In the eyes of the people outside, the main castle, like its owner, is always mysterious, solemn, and inviolable.
The third floor of the main fort is the living quarters, where Ji Tieyi usually lives and rests, with spacious corridors, neat floors, lifelike sculptures, and a wall full of collections - but mostly weapons and armor.
Except for Ji Hanfeng, Ji Poyu's brothers, and a few of Ji Tieyi's henchmen, few people were able to come here.
But at this moment, the restaurant in the middle of the floor heard the sound of eating from time to time.
The sound of eating was loud, echoing in the empty corridors, mixed with the sound of clattering bones and drinking soup, which was very incompatible with the mysterious and solemn atmosphere of the main castle.
The maid who waited outside the door stood with a sore waist and legs, for the people inside had been eating for nearly an hour.
In the restaurant, Ji Tieyi sat quietly at the wide dining table, and the fat man opposite was eating happily.
The fat man was fat, wearing a dark green satin cotton suit, embroidered with a few exquisite lotus flowers, with a round face, a double chin, a big nose, a small mouth, and his eyes were squeezed into slits by fat, and he couldn't see the size.
The restaurant was a little wet and cold, but the fat man was sweating profusely.
"Delicious! It's delicious! He was full of praise as he ate, and the wide and comfortable iron pear carved dining chair under his buttocks was completely submerged in the two pieces of fat, and there was no trace in sight.
"Hey, can your cook borrow it, this sea snake stewed snow chicken is really authentic!" The fat man lowered his head, drank the soup in the bowl, and said slurredly.
There are many ways to eat sea snakes, sea snake meat can be steamed, braised and boiled in soup, among which sea snake stewed snow chicken is the famous "dragon and phoenix soup", the taste is delicious and delicious, and the fat man has to eat this dish every time he comes.
Ji Tieyi looked at him and was silent.
"I said, after so many years, why are you still like a gentleman, it's really boring!" The fat man suddenly put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Ji Tieyi opposite, and said with a big grin.
He seemed to be very familiar with Ji Tieyi, and his tone was ridiculous, mixed with incomprehensible emotions.
"As long as you agree to my conditions, don't talk about a cook, even if you eat all the sea snakes in the sea, it doesn't matter!" Ji Tieyi finally opened his mouth, but there was no expression on his pretty face:
"Tell me, do you say yes?"
"Now you're begging me to do something, can't you be better? Even if I was sorry for you brothers and sisters when I was a child, it was because I was young and ignorant, and it was by nature! You don't have to hold a grudge like that, right? The fat man struggled to move the fat on his face, squeezing out an innocent and aggrieved expression.
"Answer the question! Otherwise, I'll tie you up and hand you over to my little brother! Ji Tieyi leaned back, crossed his arms, and looked at him playfully.
"It's too risky, I'll have to think about it!" The fat man's face shook twice, and he said helplessly.
"There's no time!" Ji Tieyi's voice was low and crisp, unquestionable.
"But once I participated in this matter, it represented the attitude and position of the family, which is not in line with the principle of neutrality that we have always adhered to!" The fat man spread out his hands and raised the shield.
"Okay, stop acting, I'm sure no one knows the current situation better than you!" The corners of Ji Tieyi's mouth rose, his face was sarcastic, and then he said tentatively:
"Replace the Jin family with the Sang family, don't you think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"
"You understand that I'm not worried about the Jin family!" The fat man leaned heavily on the back of his chair and looked up at the roof of the restaurant, his tone a little heavy.
"Really?" Ji Tieyi twisted his neck.
"I'm worried that after the Jin family is settled, something bad will happen!" The fat man still had his head up.
"Oh? What is it? Ji Tieyi asked.
"I'm not sure yet, but it's a very subtle feeling!" The fat man retracted his gaze and said very casually, but Ji Tieyi could feel a solemn emotion.
"You know, I've been collecting war materials from various periods all these years, and at first it was just to study some laws of war, as well as those classic tactics or something."
"Your so-called classics are synonymous with yin damage and cunning!" The voice was low, with a blunt mockery.
The fat man grinned, in response to the taunt from the other side, and then continued:
"As a result, I accidentally discovered that there seems to be some pattern in the timing of the outbreak of these wars!"
"Regularity?" Ji Tieyi was a little curious.
"So, I put all these wars together and marked the time when the war broke out."
"What did you find?"
"I found out - bring me some snow ginseng tea, I'm thirsty!" The fat man moved his buttocks, as if he was a little tired of sitting.
Ji Tieyi looked at him, and his gaze suddenly became cold.
"I found that every thousand years, there is a large-scale war!" A threatening gaze came, and the fat man had no choice but to say what he had found as if nothing had happened.
"What's so strange about that? And to be precise, a large-scale war should break out every hundred years! Ji Tieyi lowered his eyes, and there was a hint of contempt in his tone.
"It's not that simple!" The fat man's little eyes were full of mystery.
Ji Tieyi's eyes opened again, with a hint of doubt.
"My definition of large-scale war is different from yours, my definition includes two criteria, one is the number of people involved in the battle, and the other is the number of casualties."
"What do you mean?" Ji Tieyi's body leaned forward slightly, and Gujing Wubo's face was slightly moved.
"The wars that break out every millennium have more than 100 million casualties." The fat man said in a quiet tone.
"What!" Ji Tieyi's body leaned forward suddenly, her mouth opened slightly, her eyes widened, and she suddenly turned into a pretty and cute girl.
"What are you trying to illustrate?" She stared at the fat man and asked sneeringly.
The fat man was a little unnatural by her, stretched out his fleshy hand, and rubbed it heavily on the fleshy face a few times, as if kneading a gummy.
"I have a feeling that these wars seem to have been deliberately provoked." The fat man's faint words sounded in Ji Tieyi's ears like thunder. Her body froze in place, her eyes full of disbelief.
The fat man did not laugh at her gaffe, but said in a deep voice:
"Perhaps, only by staying in the Northern Demon Plain, staying in the no-man's land, will our family continue."
"Otherwise, once we are drawn into this war, we will be one of those billions!"
"You can't stay out of it!" Ji Tieyi, who was in a sluggish state, suddenly spoke, which surprised the fat man.
"Why?"
"Because the descendants of the mulberry bear have appeared!"
The fat man was suddenly struck by lightning!