The inhabitants of the Neo continent also have a tradition of celebrating the New Year. This custom originated from the Emperor Ren, who called the year of his accession to the throne the first year of the new calendar, and the day of his ascension to the throne as the first day of the first month, and legally designated that day as the day of the New Year. Half a month of the national holiday, the whole world celebrates. Since then, the tradition of the Chinese New Year has formed a custom on the mainland, which has continued from a thousand years ago to the present day, and has not died out with the iteration of the dynasty.

At this time, Stark did not have the demeanor of a barbarian tribal patriarch, like a grieving little daughter-in-law looking at the rogue general, hoping to leak some gold coins from his fingers, so that the tribesmen could have a fat year.

It's a pity that the other party was completely unmoved, drooping his eyelids as if he was about to fall asleep, Stark shouted a few times in a row, but the other party did not respond. It wasn't until the guy's adjutant pushed hard that he seemed to wake up from his sleep, wiped his cheeks and said, "Give money, of course we will give money." Quartermaster, hurry up and get ready!"

"Back to the general, the funds available in the treasury are less than 10,000, and the brothers' salaries have not been paid this month, so we don't have enough!" the quartermaster squeezed his nose and looked at him, and sighed for a long time.

"So?" Pirlo was silent, and it took a long time before he raised his head, squeezed out a smile and said: "Old Shi, we are all old acquaintances, and no one can rely on your money." But we really don't have enough money, and we're also very embarrassed. ”

"Your sister, do you want to pay the bills again?" Stark did not hold back his old blood, and looked at the soldiers on the castle tower with resentment, the collars of their cotton clothes exposed in their armor were all brand new, and they had obviously just been replaced, and their faces were full of spirit, ruddy and shiny, and they looked like their own people, their faces were green and wrinkled like bark pimples, and they were more angry than people.

"Who is in arrears, do we seem to be debtors?" The rogue general read the contempt in the other party's eyes, waved his hand angrily, and shouted loudly: "Come on, take three thousand gold coins first." The quartermaster beckoned, and a few men who looked like a retinue quickly carried a few money bags up to the castle tower and placed them at Pirlo's feet.

"There are three thousand gold coins here, Lao Shi, you take it back first, appease the people for a good year, and when spring begins, our lamb gives birth to a lamb, hehe, at that time, you must be invited to come over and drink good wine, and then offer all the arrears with both hands, what do you think?"

Stark has been dealing with this guy for many years, and he doesn't know his cunning nature, and the birth of lambs in his back is just a common excuse to delay time. But at this time, the New Year is about to close, and the situation is pressing, he is no longer satisfied, so he has to pinch his nose and admit it.

The money bag was thrown down from the castle tower, and the people around Stark rushed over to pick it up, and when they opened the bag and found that it was real money, they nodded at him. The barbarian patriarch shouted, "Remember what you said, we will come back in a year!" and turned his horse's head as he retreated with his men back between the distant mountains.

"Ahh ”

He thought of the brave marquis under the city wall again, and looked there a little weakly, and found that it was dark, only the snow on the top of the tent faintly reflected the moonlight, as if there was no movement at all. "That timid fellow won't be so scared that he will cry in the tent and cry for his mother. Well, it won't be fun to send this plague god out of the city early tomorrow morning, and if he takes all these things back and talks about them. ”

He Jinshui was indeed not in the tent, he quietly followed the barbarian patriarch, followed their footsteps from a distance, walked forward for dozens of miles, and came to a snow-capped mountain. Those barbarians didn't expect that someone would follow behind them in the cold winter of Layue, so they went directly up the snow-capped mountain completely unguarded, and then circled down the mountain from the other side, rushing towards an open area in the distance.

He Jinshui stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the tents under his feet, as well as the bright torches and firewood, and felt that this was a powerful tribe, and the number should be at least more than 100,000.

He quietly marked the Pip-Boy's map and slowly retreated. He had a strong intuition that there was a kind of fate bound with the white mountain and black soil here in his life, and he would come back sooner or later, so he planned to prepare early.

The otaku returned the way he came, rushing back towards the Black Iron Fortress. In order to speed up his steps, he turned his limbs into metal, and relied on magnetic power to propel his whole body forward, flying in the air almost without landing on his feet, and moving extremely fast. Soon he returned to the city walls, only to find Pirlo in a confrontation with another tribe.

These people all have horns on their heads and look like bull-headed people. They were similar to the minotaurs in the Dawn Forest, only they were taller, each of them was more than three meters tall, covered with thick white hair, and wearing thin leather armor, as if the cold had no effect on them at all.

I saw the leading minotaur, with thick limbs and a mighty figure, looking at each other viciously with Pirlo on the city tower, scolding and muttering something, and finally he shouted and scolded: "Do you let go of my son, if he has three long and two short, Lao Tzu is not finished with you!"

"I said Doron, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" Pirlo yawned lazily and said with a hippie smile: "I have no grudge against your son, what am I doing with him, you must be mistaken." ”

"Wrong fart!" When the other party heard the words of this scoundrel, he immediately exploded. He kicked the gate angrily, making a loud bang that echoed through the valley, but didn't move the gate in the slightest. He roared angrily, "Some of his henchmen had their legs broken, and they were still lying there." ”

The two confronted each other, using market slang as a big move, greeting each other's ancestors for eighteen generations, which made He Jinshui breathtaking. Unexpectedly, as an imperial general, Pirlo was so vulgar, as articulate as a shrew scolding the street, and even gradually gained the upper hand in the exchange of words.

Just when he triumphantly uttered obscenities, scolding the old cow on the other side so angry that he couldn't even raise his head, the two pro-soldiers rushed up to the city tower and whispered something in each other's ears. Pirlo listened to a few words in a row, and his eyebrows suddenly fluttered, and his joy overflowed.

"Duolong, your son was stolen by someone on the spot in Lao Tzu's barracks casino. Hehe, he broke Lao Tzu's rules, either cut off a hand, or take 10,000 gold coins to ransom people, you choose!"

Rao is He Jinshui is well-informed, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing, where is this sword god general, the five poison generals are almost the same! (To be continued.) )