Yongtae Warehouse outside Hanyang City.

Women and children are housed in two-metre-square wooden cages, which were once containers used to carry bulk cargo on large ships, but are now used to hold people.

Houjin's steward carried the wooden barrel that was used to feed the horses on weekdays, and it contained yellow rice gruel. He raised the long-handled spoon in his hand and knocked on the fence of the wooden cage. Most of the women inside hid their children behind them in fright, raised a bowl tremblingly, and watched Houjin's steward scoop up a large spoonful of cold porridge and buckle it into his bowl.

Fan Wencheng followed behind the steward. He has basically arranged everything he can arrange, and now he is waiting for all the good news to come. This time his plate was very large.

The first in line is the new lord in Gyeongbokgung Palace who ascends the throne, and he will also take people and watch them kill Amin with his own eyes. In the process of assisting the new king, he fell short and died at the last moment before success, and he should be able to live up to the identity of the first loyal prince of Houjin.

Coming down is the treasures and gold of Gyeongbokgung Palace for decades, as well as a restaurant of the Daming Gu family's merchant group, more than a dozen large ships and it is estimated that there will be a lot of gold and silver. He arranged for this matter to be assigned to Huang Taiji's personal soldiers, and the captain Toto personally went to count and check it. This time, he gave Toto the results of outwitting the prison, but it was not enough, and with the wealth he had taken with his own hands, Toto would definitely be able to take a big step forward. And he also has his own intimate person in Huang Taiji's inner circle. According to the news from Shengjing, Huang Taiji has hinted to everyone many times that he is ready to cancel the rules that Daishan and Mang Gurtai do side by side. In Huang Taiji's circle, everyone rejoiced, and only Fan Wencheng knew that from now on, Huang Taiji could no longer be treated as a Great Khan, but as an emperor. Whether Huang Taiji himself wants it or not, he can't help it.

In the end, he was going to use the royal power of North Korea to loot materials on a large scale to prepare for Hou Jin's expedition to the Ming Dynasty. Fan Wencheng also knows that North Korea's national strength has fallen to the bottom, but what can he do? A weakened North Korea is also the best North Korea, isn't it?

Fan Wencheng was thinking about his various arrangements while watching the ugliness of human nature with interest.

These were originally the wives of the officials in Hanyang City, and they were also the masters in the mouths of the people. However, after being hungry for a day and a night, it is not exactly the same as the hungry people. Watching them sit in the dirty muddy water, feeding their children with their dirty hands, and watching these children who are hungry and unable to swallow on weekdays, Fan Wencheng is really refreshing. He seems to be aware of his perversion, but he can't control his pleasure.

"Huh?"

There was a mother and three sons and daughters who suddenly aroused his interest. is obviously different from other people's families, these three people obviously drink porridge very sweetly. Holding a big bowl for the mother, the three of them put their mouths on the edge of the bowl, sucking and eating porridge, no matter who came, these three people didn't look at it.

"Whose relatives and children are this?" The problem is complex to clean.

Fan Wencheng asked the long-term follower beside him, but the long-term follower couldn't figure it out, so he hurriedly went to find someone to ask. Fan Wencheng squatted down, held up a spoonful of gruel, and asked with interest:

"I don't know where the little lady lives?"

Fan Wencheng used the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty. This is not surprising, in the officialdom of North Korea, there is no one in charge of officials, including family members, who does not speak the official language of the Central Plains. Who knew that the woman crawled over with a bowl and said something in Korean that no one could understand. She held the bowl, and the children were dragged over like puppies stuck to the edge of the bowl.

Fan Wencheng's face darkened.

"Asked......" his chief said, panting.

"This is the wife and a pair of children of Cao Yinhu Zhenglang, the highest-ranking soldier in it."

He didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he added this, Fan Wencheng easily put the long spoon on his head. The yellow gruel flowed down this man's head.

Even so, Fan Wencheng, who hurried to the inside of the house with a long spoon, felt that this was not quite the same as his usual image. So, he turned around again, walked in front of Chang Sui, raised it, and slammed a spoon on Chang Sui's head, and with a bang, the spoon fell apart, and blood mixed with porridge came out of his head.

Fan Wencheng, who has always demanded himself in a neutral manner, has a little gaffe. If this person is not right, I don't know if the captain of Huang Taiji's personal soldiers is already in danger now. Originally, he was to give credit to others, how could a fairy become a gift?

Just as he was about to pass through the moon gate in the backyard, he stumbled under his feet, and the person next to him reached out to help him, but he rudely pushed him away.

"Get Gru ready to attack with all his troops! Hurry up! With that, he hurried to the room of Gregus.

Syllable......

The rooms in the freight yard were all temporary wooden houses, and the door of Manglegus was also ajar, and the anxious Fan Wencheng chose the most direct and most reflective action of his mood, and kicked open the door of Manglegus.

The house was not big, and four or five and a half Korean girls were crying and pouring wine for Amin and Mangrugusbu. They just like this tune, the more aggrieved they are, the more they cry, the more happy these two are.

Fan Wencheng was already about to kick over the food on this table, but his foot twisted and twisted, and the injured place reminded him that he didn't know why, but no one endured it.

"Get out of ............"

Fan Wencheng shouted at several North Korean girls with a blushing face. These girls had long wanted to leave, and when they heard this, they hunched over and prepared to leave.

"Smack............

Before Amin could move, Mangus was cutting the mutton, and he easily stuck a dagger into the door panel. The entrance of the dagger was stuffy, and the handle behind it was still buzzing and trembling. The girl who had just gotten up knelt down again.

Fan Wencheng was directly choked here, and showed his embarrassment in the eyes of everyone standing outside the wide open door.

For a while, Fan Wencheng, who was embarrassed to get into the sheath, easily pulled out the short-handled musket he was carrying, which he bought from Francois at a high price, and found a few clever craftsmen, but he couldn't make it. On weekdays, he always presented himself as a scholar, and no one ever saw him use a sword. But behind the scenes, he practiced firearms almost every day.

The two didn't look up, but continued to raise their glasses and touch them.