Jiang Yan touched his round belly with his fat hand, looked at Fang Meilan with small eyes, and smiled obscenely: "I want Meilan to accompany me!" ”

Wen Qi looked at Fang Meilan.

Fang Meilan scolded this fat guy again in her heart, mentioning what she was doing, fat goods, fat goods, shouting in her heart that the old lady didn't know you, and waved her hand vigorously.

Fu Chun didn't think about it, and didn't even give Fang Meilan an inquiring look: "Okay, I promise you!" ”

That Fang Meilan turned her head to look at Fu Chun mechanically, snorted for a moment, and still said, "I don't"

Before the words were finished, Fu Chun gave her a cold look.

Fang Meilan hurriedly changed her words: "I don't dare!" ”

Jiang Yan looked at Mei Lan and showed a flattering smile: "Mei Mei, this official will take good care of you, this official knows best how to keep the ironing of your service in a woman's heart." ”

People who flirt with others all the year round have been teased by someone today, or by such a person, Fang Meilan is very bitter in her heart, the more she looks at it, the more panicked she becomes, God is so unreasonable, the old lady doesn't want to be favored by such a thing at all, is it good, she scolded secretly in her heart.

Jiang Yan beckoned to Mei Lan: "Come, come, come, Mei Mei, come here, come here, what are you twisting?" ”

Wen Qi said in his heart that there was a rebellion in the ancient times, and when he read this, he shook his head greatly, feeling that there was a problem with the pen, between this man and woman, it was so strange.

Fu Chun was very impatient: "In the future, the two of you will talk about the past, and now you can honestly answer my words, how much grain is stored in the granary." ”

Jiang Yan thought for a while and said: "The wheat harvest has passed, and most of the grain collected has been transported to Bozhou, and now there are only 10,000 stone of grain left in the granary. ”

Fu Chun lowered his head and pondered: "Tens of thousands of people, roughly calculated that these grains are only enough to eat for a few days!" ”

Wen Qi listened to the problem of the two of them just in front of him, so he reminded him: "I still have to repair the river!" ”

looked at Jiang Yan: "My lord, have you ever heard of herring roe?" ”

Jiang Yan had a few expressions on his face.

Wen Qi knew that there was a situation at a glance, and he said, "Say it!" ”

Jiang Yan's face sank, and he suddenly patted his thigh again, didn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "Originally, I thought I was miserable enough, you mentioned that person, he!" ”。

said and laughed again, this smile couldn't be held back, "He is a person who gives people headaches, but the most memorable thing about him is not his person, but his path to becoming an official." ”

Fu Chun looked confused and looked at Wen Qi: "Who is the herring roe?" ”

Wen Qi said: "An old man who has repaired the river. ”

Jiang Yan said: "You only know one thing, but you don't know the other. ”

I saw Jiang Yi stand up, put one hand on his stomach, and put the other hand on his waist, wanting to come to a chic posture, but unfortunately people look more obscene, and when he walks, his buttocks twist and twist, and he actually has a sense of funny, but the words behind him are still very beautiful: "After Qingfeng 8 years of Lianzhong Sanyuan, how many talented and beautiful people were amazed at that time, and he invited himself to ...... out."

Before he finished speaking, he laughed again and coughed again. opened his mouth and said: "The saint praised this talented man and made him a powerful member of the party, Yuzhou Mu." In the 10th year of Qingfeng, when herring roe lived in Yuzhou, he had a dispute with Lord Shen, the head of the household department, and was demoted to Dangjun County. In the 12th year of Qingfeng, there was a dispute with Lord Muwang of Yuzhou, and the county order of Qi County was lowered. In the 14th year of Qingfeng, there was a dispute with the county guard of Yingchuan County, and he was demoted to Fengqiu County. Qingfeng 16 years and the county order at the time, that is, me, had a dispute, I don't know where it fell...... "After speaking, he stopped holding back, patted his thigh, laughed loudly, and laughed so much that tears flowed out, this is a hearty laugh that fucks the opponent nakedly! Seeing that he had been against him, but now he was not as good as his own laughter, Jiang Yan laughed so happily that he completely forgot his situation.

"People are upgraded again and again, and the herring roe is 8 years, and it is downgraded every two years, and it is still so regular." Hands raised in the air,

"From the high sun of the clouds", the hand pressed down, and "snapped" into the dust.

After speaking, the voice of laughter changed tone.

Before the laughter fell, Song Zhutou rushed over in a panic: "Big, big, adult, no, it's not good!" There are mobs in the warehouse to grab food......"

Jiang Yan opened his mouth like this, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and he fell straight to the ground.

Wen Qi hurriedly took his pulse, and applied a few injections in a row, Jiang Yi woke up slowly, Wen Qi said to Fu Chun: "It's okay, the mood is up and down, the heart and lungs can't stand it, it will be like this, but there are also sudden deaths, Lord Jiang, it seems that he is still blessed!" ”

Jiang Yan hiccuped.

Jiang Yan turned his head mechanically and looked at Song Zhutou: "What you said is true?" ”

Song Zhutou nodded, the brother who reported the news is still resting in the lobby, and there is still blood on his head!

Jiang Yan was crying and laughing.

Wen Qi frowned.

Fu Chun looked at Jiang Ti, walked over slowly, and grabbed Jiang Ti's placket with his big hand: "If you were one step faster, you wouldn't be at this point!" In this way, he dragged Jiang Yi towards the granary.

Wen Qi only saw a thin man in the back, holding a big fat man. Stunned, he watched the two people walk past him in contrast.

Fang Meilan opened her mouth wide and stood in place in a daze, unable to move.

Wen Qi touched his placket, walked up to Song Zhutou with an expressionless face, and whispered a few words in front of Song Zhutou's ear with his mouth wide open. Song Zhutou's newly closed mouth opened again, and he looked at Wen Qi in a daze and said, "Is this okay?" ”

Wen Qi nodded.

Song Zhutou walked out mechanically.

Wen Qi chased after Fu Chun.

After a few people arrived, they could see from afar that a group of people were squeezing in.

The clothes on these people were either missing a sleeve, or the steps on their trouser legs fluttered in the wind, or the clothes on their chests were half-pulled and dangling.

A person nearby was bowing down, carrying a bag of grain, and there were other people behind him dragging the bag of grain, and several people were scrambling.

There were still people running to the warehouse, and there was going to be a big fight, and there was a field of wheat on the ground, and there was an old woman next to her who trembled and held the wheat on the ground in her hand and put it in the front of her, and grabbed a handful and put it in her mouth, regardless of whether there was soil or not.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yan stumbled forward, shallow and deep feet, and pressed his hand down, shouting: "Folks, stop quickly, this is a capital crime, a capital crime!" ”

A few people continued to walk forward, the more they walked inside, the more people they saw, the black and oppressive, they could only see the roar, countless heads, some trampled on the bodies of other people and pounced, their shoes fell off, unconscious, and squeezed in.

Someone bumped into him, Wen Qi turned sideways, looked around, and saw that this granary was surrounded by walls, one and a half feet high, and there were long and short arrows on the wall, Wen Qi thought about how the disaster victims could not climb over from this wall, and looked at the arrows, and touched his crotch.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the door, he saw the door on the left leaning against the left wall, and the door on the right hitting the ground.

When the victim stepped through this door, it trembled twice.

Looking further ahead, there was a large wooden stake, and someone accidentally stepped on the stake, and the stake stumbled, and the man lay on the ground, stood up with both hands, and did not care about anything, and squeezed in a panic.

Wen Qi thought that someone must have organized it to break the door open, what were the guards here doing?

Fu Chun looked at the roaring scene in front of him, it must be suppressed in a short time, if it can't be suppressed, more victims will soon besiege the government and the granary, this is the water potential, the military situation, and the general trend. Glancing up at Jiang Yan, who was still doing appeasement work there, he cried, no one looked at him twice, and now there are no adults or adults in the eyes of these people.

Fu Chun was already majestic, but now he had a cold face, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he rushed in with a few arrow steps, and without saying a word, he slashed with a knife.

There was chaos at the door, some rushing in, some rushing out, some covering their ears and screaming, and some looking around for something.

Fu Chun yelled: "Put it down!" Don't wait for you to die! ”

After a while, a few big men came over, burly, with big knives in their hands, some with sickles in their hands, some with shovels, some with hoes, and some with unknown things, surrounding Fu Chun.

A bare-chested man with a beard said to Fu Chun: "You killed these people?" ”

"You hit this door?"

The beard patted his belly: "I can't wait here, I can only take it myself." ”

"Put down the food, let you wait for a bite of hot rice today!"

The beard said, "It's late!" ”

Fu Chun stared at his beard: "Hurry up and put it down, we are already thinking of a way for you!" ”

The beard said: "I can eat it now, why wait a while to eat, less nonsense, come!" Whoever survives has the right to speak! ”

Several people rushed up, Fu Chun slashed several people in a row, the big knife blocked in front of him, and he shouted violently: "Put it down!" I don't want this knife to be stained with innocent blood! ”

The beard covered the shoulder of the broken arm and said: "Folks, I can only take everyone here, whether you can get a bite to eat below depends on yourself, starvation is also death, although there is a bloody road in front of you, it is also a way to live, ..... this kid has not finished speaking, and has fallen in a pool of blood. There were many more besieging them, not to mention a thousand.

Fu Chun held the big knife in his hand, there were blood stains everywhere on his body, blood sprayed on his face, Fu Chun's eyes did not blink, his face was gloomy, and he was worried in his heart.

The souls of the dead may be the men who came out of the disaster area together in the past.

I didn't dare to stop in my hands, and as many knives I stabbed as I stabbed others, I stabbed myself in the heart.

As much blood as there is blood on the ground, there is blood in the heart.

This is the knife I hate the most since I was born, and it is also the most reluctant to use the knife, and it is also the most necessary to use the knife.

If it can be suppressed today, there will be no more people who want to protect after today, and there will be no blood in vain, and there will be no turmoil.

Turmoil is not an age of heroes, it is an age of bloodshed, an era of dragging the masses into the abyss.

If someone takes advantage of this evil wind to make waves, the consequences, the consequences, dare not think.

The man was right, when the wind rises, it will become a prairie fire.

At that time, the imperial court will send troops to suppress it, and how many people should fill the pit, and how many casualties should be shed.

Increase internal friction and increase taxes, and it will not only be the imperial court that will suffer, but also more people.

The big knife in his hand couldn't stop, and his feet were full of severed limbs, dark red, and the blood was still flowing outward, and the flesh was blurry, and the red wanted to poke his heart and blind his eyes.

The waist-length groaned in pain, and the head under the ridge rolled into a pool of blood, and for a while, there were hundreds of people who fell to the ground.