Chapter 234 Fireside Chat

Less than a day after the end of this meeting, a strange-shaped person came to the door of the Daming Textile and Agricultural Machinery Repair Factory.

He was hunched up, barely visible from behind. When you turn to him, you realize that his head has fallen in front of his chest. Starting from the right eye, a large piece of the entire left head was directly deflated, like a doll's head pinched in mud being slammed to the ground.

Yesterday he had a cordial conversation with a North Korean official who was preparing to unite with the emissary of Houjin. He was woken up from his sleep in the middle of the night and brought back overnight.

When he reached the door, he removed the hat with the veil on top of his head. Several guards at the door already looked surprised. Everyone knows that this person named Chai Si Stick was originally the most bold and the best young man in Dongchang.

During a pursuit, he had just jumped onto a high roof when he was shot in the eye socket in the left eye by a crossbow arrow, and then he slammed straight down from the roof to the stone floor.

At that time, no one around him who saw this scene thought of checking his injury. Everyone present thought he must be dead. Who knew that this battle was fought in the dark, and it was not until noon the next day, when the team came back to clean up the battlefield, that he heard his faint cry for help.

At that time, he was sent to the hands of the doctor in Dongchang. Who knows, the neck is displaced, half of the head shell is shattered, and a feather arrow penetrates the entire left eye, not to mention that these injuries are concentrated in one person, that is, they are separated from four people, according to the level of the Ming military doctor, these four people have already died cold.

Who knew that Chai Siguo slept in the military doctor's pharmacy for three months, but came out alive again. _o_m

From that moment on, no one in Dongchang dared to despise him for this kind of person who did not accept Hades.

And Chai Siguo's temperament has also changed greatly, from a bold and cheerful young man to a dark and obscene, and he can no longer feel the pain of others. For outsiders, such a look and such a character have undoubtedly become an obstacle in life.

But this is Dongchang, such a firewood stick finally ushered in the second spring of his life. Since then, the gloomy cell has become his home. For others, no matter how cold and cool they are, they are actually suppressing the *** side of their own human nature. But for him, there was no such thing at all.

Soon, Morton, the tallest Westerner in the cell and the best in the Ming Dynasty, was brought to him.

The scarred Morton saw the blue sky and the sun that he had not seen for a long time, and there was a little bit of incredibleness. He knew that he was going to die, but for him, what did it matter to die, it was just a reward that the light would give him.

As soon as death came, he could leave this land of ignorance and ignorance, completely devoid of the light of the gods. Everyone loved his porcelain and silk, and the vain disciples spread their self-righteous voices in the land. That's stupid, Morton thought.

There is only one way to break this ignorance and ignorance, and that is to let this unified dynasty scatter.

Scattered into small city-states, that is the best that God wants to see in this world. Isn't it?

The castle will be inhabited by the gods and the messengers of the gods, and these industrious and kind people can live in the silkworm houses, the textile mills, the fields and the porcelain workshops, and they are the best servants of the gods and the messengers of the gods.

Morton was still thinking about Bishop Daming's teachings.

It doesn't take too much, every messenger of God has two thousand Ming slaves. By the way, it shouldn't have been called Da Ming at that time, they themselves seem to have their own names. Qin? Even? These languages are all so strange to pronounce.

Walking with a sacred step, although his hands and feet were tied to death, this could not prevent him from enjoying the rare light of the sun.

Chai Si Stick changed into a sackcloth.

Morton was too tall for him to reach Morton's head, but it didn't matter, he motioned for the guards next to him to open the shackles on Morton's hands.

And then

Chai Si Stick used two thin wires to tie Morton's two thumbs.

Come. Then, he dragged down the ground, and the sharp pain from his fingers made Morton, who was still enjoying the sun, scream miserably, and squatted down at once.

At this time, he found that this great Ming man, who looked like a demonic servant, was building a small bonfire on the ground.

He stingily built a tiny fire with only a few small pieces of wood as thick as his thumb, and the blue-white flames seemed to have no trace of temperature in the crisp and cold air of early spring in North Korea.

Morton pursed his lips, ready to stand up and continue enjoying his sunshine. I am not afraid of death, why do you want to squat next to this Ming man who is not like a human and a ghost and watch him play these little tricks.

Morton was about to make a gesture to stand up, when Chai Si picked up a log stick in his hand and struck it on the cheekbone of his calf.

The position was very accurate, and Morton's tears of pain poured out at once.

"Morton, right, since it's called Morton, then don't worry."

The thumbs of both hands were firmly tied together with thin wires, and Morton could only shake to eliminate the pain in his calves.

The flame was finally adjusted to a satisfactory size for four sticks.

He squeezed out a self-righteous smile with one eye, half a nose, and a crooked mouth, and spoke softly about a cake baked over the campfire.

Kuang Heshun came to the backyard with two fans, holding a large stack of documents like a treasure. Chai Sizhu saw him, and no longer cared about baking cakes, but ran in small steps in front of Kuang Heshun.

"These documents are very important to Dongchang, and they are also important to the imperial court. They don't know why, and without our knowledge, they collected this information. If we want to understand this, we must first understand what is written in these documents. Clear? ”

"You must be careful not to damage it."

Chai Sizhu raised his head hard and squeezed out an ugly smile.

"Qianhu rest assured, just hand it over to his subordinates, he will definitely use his life to translate these documents for us."

"The veterans of the previous Execution Division have all encountered problems, and each of them is lying and saying different things."

Chai Sizhu struggled to raise his head to the sky and laughed loudly, and then said to Kuang and Shun:

"Qianhu can rest assured that his subordinates guarantee that every word he translates is correct."

"Be careful."

After saying this, Kuang and Shuncai motioned to the two fans to carefully put these documents on the ground, and also put a dozen red and blue pencils on the ground, and after speaking, he turned around and returned to the house.

Back in the house, Kuang Heshun saw Wen Tiren, who was also sitting and drinking tea.

"How?"

"Just wait."

"The gentleman cooks far away, sit down and rest for a while, things are slow and round, don't turn around, people are panicking." Wen Tiren threw the Analects in his hand far away.

After a quarter of an hour, the two of them could no longer sit still, and hurried to the backyard again.

Looking at it from a distance, Chai Si Stick seemed to be chatting with the Westerner Morton cordially.

The flames of the fire beneath Morton were so small that they couldn't even be seen. The four sticks of firewood wet the firewood with water, and added it little by little, emitting billowing black smoke.

"I'll translate it for you, cough cough...... I'll translate it for you............ Ahem. ”

"No, now you're just trying to get me, wait, you haven't smoked it yet."

After a while, the wet wood was roasted dry, and then the flames were running again.

"It's really troublesome."

Chai Si Stick took out a small knife and cut many thin knife edges on Morton's body, causing Morton's blood to drip on the firewood, covering the flames again, and letting the black smoke come out again.

"You're a devil, you're a devil."

Morton's body trembled as he struggled to raise his kneeling body higher on the fire.

Chai Sizhu looked at him with satisfaction, and then carried Morton's three companions out of the prison in a wooden cage.