"You're from Huanche Village. It's just a small place, not a prison where you are confined and confined to it. We are all Niu people, and we all belong to the Thunder Niu tribe. Seriously, your leader is just like my dead husband, a blind, uninformed waste. They never thought about what they should do to keep their men fed and clothed, but racked their brains desperately to pay tribute to the king, in exchange for a noble surname for themselves. ”

Ah Mei's words made Ah Ping gradually lower his head. He suddenly felt a little weak, and he didn't dare to make eye contact with this woman, and his voice became low, mixed with sighs: "Our village's share of grain paid to the king this year is sixty-five percent. Last year...... It's sixty percent. ”

"It's all the same." Ah Mei's voice was sweet and glutinous, but there was undisguised resentment and sarcasm: "My dead ghost husband is more ruthless than your leader, and he directly raised the share of grain handed over to seventy percent. ”

Ah Ping raised his head abruptly and asked in disbelief, "So many?" So what do you eat? ”

"He's just a madman who doesn't care about anything for his surname. He would never understand that the king would not easily change his rules just because he paid so much more food. Either you have to fight the whites in Suolong Pass and make a meritorious service, or make a contribution to the ethnic group that everyone agrees on, otherwise it is almost impossible to go from a commoner to a nobleman all at once. Ah Mei let out a contemptuous hearty laugh, raised her head, clasped her hands on the long hair that was scattered behind her head, and a trace of gratitude was faintly released in her eyes full of hatred: "God has eyes, he is dead." Otherwise, all the people in our village will starve to death. ”

Her head was tilted back widely, and the collar of her dress was propped open with the movement of her shoulders, revealing her well-defined collarbones and large areas of delicate copper-colored skin. The distance between the two people was very close, and Ah Ping smelled the faint body odor that emanated from Ah Mei's body, which was unique to women.

It's not the pungent smell of sweat, it's the smell of hormones.

Tianhao ordered that everyone in the village must bathe regularly. Many people were initially unable to understand this command and instinctively rejected it. Tianhao has the right to distribute food in his hands, and there are powerful allegiance groups around him, if you don't obey, you will be hungry until you obey the order, and if you continue to resist stubbornly, you will be caught and beaten strongly.

Ah Mei noticed that Ah Ping's expression had obviously changed. She proudly and defiantly stretched out her right hand, with indescribable charm and frivolity, and gently poked at Ah Ping's head: "Only in our Panshi Village can we find the most beautiful woman in the entire Lei Niu tribe." ”

Ah Ping agrees.

The Ah Ju in memory is a thin and ugly woman. His skin was yellow, his hair was unkempt, and his leather robe was dirty and old. Such a woman feels unappetizing just by looking at it, and she can't arouse the interest she wants to get close to.

Last time, Ah Ju went back to Huan Chezhai to visit relatives, and Ah Ping was surprised to find that she had become beautiful. The shriveled and sunken cheeks became round, and the skin on the surface of the thin arms was smooth. Although Lei Zhi is indeed arrogant and unreasonable, but most of the men in Huanche Village, including Ah Ping, are standing on Lei Zhi's side———— Ah Ju is no longer what she used to be, she is the most beautiful woman in our Huanche Village. Nima's, why should you cheap the men of Panshizhai?

"Stay, you can be fed." Ah Mei changed her sitting position, she used her elbow to her left erect knee, the back of her hand naturally drooped, supporting the cheek that was leaning lazily, and her right hand casually lit the half of the uneaten meatloaf next to the fire: "As long as you want, you can have this kind of food every day." ”

Ah Ping felt something sharp in the depths of his heart. The understanding of reality suppresses the primal desires that are heating up in the body. Looking down at the meatloaf, and then looking up at Ah Mei with a smile in her eyes, he felt that his throat was a little dry: "...... You're not lying to me, are you? It's ...... to be able to eat this good stuff every day. This ......"

The flames reflected a heart-warming red on Ah Mei's face. She cherished the clothes on her body with her fingers, feeling the unique texture and delicacy of cotton: "I have always wanted a dress like this before, and I have been looking forward to it for many years, but Ah Hao helped me realize my wish." ”

An image of a young man of his age appeared in Ah Ping's mind: "You mean, the current leader of your village?" ”

"If you still insist on going back, then I'll say nothing." The woman's face changed as fast as turning a book, and Ah Mei instantly put away her sweet and provocative smile, and the whole person became as cold as frost. She let out a banshee-like heart-palpitating sneer: "Boy, go back to your Huanche Village!" Accompany that bastard of Xiongkui to die together. You don't have any food, and you have been delayed for so many days this time, and if you go up to the mountains to hunt, maybe you will have a little harvest. Now you are caught, our captives. Ah Hao said, for the sake of everyone being of the same clan, he will not do anything to his own people. You're well fed and drunk, and if you're still that stubborn, get up and get the hell out of here! ”

The transition between the beautiful dream and the dark hell is too fast. Ah Ping was stunned all of a sudden. Instinctively, a wave of anger rose in his heart, and he wanted to grab this damn woman by the hair and beat her head and face. Yet reason told him that doing so would only make him die faster.

Learning to think is one of the greatest mysteries of humanity above the top of the entire Earth's biosphere.

There are only a few hundred old, weak, sick and disabled people left in Huanchezhai.

It was impossible for them to go up the mountain to hunt in such weather, so they had to stay in the stockade and wait for the young people to bring back food.

This time, Xiongkui shouted "to make Panshi Village pay the price", he invited the people of Zhangpu Village and Qingyuan Village, and brought all the young people in the village, including most of the grain in the warehouse.

Things didn't go in the direction that Xiongkui had hoped.

If you go back now, you will only freeze and starve to death.

Young people are the group that is most vulnerable to changing positions. Ah Ping, who had figured this out, rekindled fire in his eyes, and even he didn't know where he got the courage, suddenly reached out and held Ah Mei's wrist, trembling with indescribable eagerness.