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The wealthy businessman accompanying him hurriedly laughed and said: "My king is very smart, and my lord can be appreciated by my king, and he is also a smart superman." Hahahaha~~ If you become a legendary master one day, don't forget about us people. The trade steward said happily and sternly: "Hugh is nonsense, my king has not yet achieved a legendary cause, how can I have a chance? Only when my king becomes a legend can I sincerely follow his footsteps to have a chance to reach the realm of legends." ”

Dong Hezi on the other side smiled lightly: "Your king is really amazing to be able to achieve the royal industry in this desolate place." However, I have heard that since the great change of the Qionghon Sea, there have been endless incidents of competition for minerals in various places, and all kinds of means have been exhausted. As the saying goes, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, but I am afraid that there will be a lot of outsiders who will pay your attention in the future. I don't see that you have many troops here, so you have to be careful in the future. In particular, you should prepare a little more gold and silver in case you need it. The trade steward on the opposite side said happily: "There are not many troops, but they are all elites! They are all strong men who have enshrined the god of Bonunn, and they are led by evil ghosts and beasts with superb magic resistance, all of them are one against three!"

Dong Hezi deliberately shook his head and said: "Now the meat here is fat, if the previous enemies conspire to carve up this place, it may not be enough to use one enemy and three enemies." Some of the new officials on the opposite side of the trade steward were hot-headed, and they couldn't control their mouths and said: "Each town has a four-armed rakshasa clay handle, which is as fierce as a lion and as fast as a galloping horse, which is stronger than ordinary cavalry. Although it is made of clay, it is blessed with magical power, and its body is as hard as gold and stone, and its spell resistance is not low. Enough to defend the heavy cavalry. And - don't forget the Lost Lock! If the raw materials are sufficient and the main array is highly esoteric, then one Lost Lock can be worth a thousand soldiers and horses. You don't know that not long after the new construction of our country, there were wild dwarves from other places who coveted the minerals here, gathered more than 2,000 people, and even pulled a goblin tribe to occupy this place. I heard that at that time, the king cast a spell with many mages, and under the blessing of the mystery, hundreds of thunderbolts were like a torrent rushing around, and the whole city was covered with dazzling light, like a silvery sun rising from the city! So much so that half of the town was destroyed! The ground was full of charred corpses, and the walls were full of smoke, and there was no white place to be found. My king also specially organized a dwarf human flesh banquet to celebrate the triumph. ”

Dong Hezi immediately asked: "The mystery lock here, in addition to making the thunder and lightning spell extremely effective, also has more powerful characteristics, don't skip words." The trade steward on the other side had to laugh dryly: "I don't know about this matter, I have to ask the city lords everywhere." Dong Hezi then shifted the topic to health care, and secretly used the thunder method to probe the mysterious mystery that shrouded the upper and lower directions.

"What's wrong with you?" In a row of hungry and thin people digging ditches, a middle-aged man with a large figure but very thin stopped the dusty work in his hand and walked to his son who was half-soft on the ground: "Work quickly~~ If the overseer comes over and whips you a few times, you just shout at night that the pain of the night is useless~~" And the son who is thin and tired just floated out of his mouth with a weak word: "Hungry~~"

The emaciated middle-aged man could no longer speak, and everyone here was hungry! The amount of labor was getting bigger and colder day by day, and the food was not increasing, but was gradually decreasing! If he really worked hard according to the requirements of the overseers, no matter how strong he was, he would be exhausted in less than a month. What's more, since he fled, his son has not even had a full meal.

Looking at his son's fleshless and withered face, dry firewood, arms and legs, and the scary green tendons that were clearly visible, every word was taken away by the word 'hungry'. He sighed helplessly, and dropped a sentence: "Then rest for a while, don't rest for a long time, it's hard for the overseer to come back!" and then shook his empty clothes and pants of the pudding everywhere, and swayed back to the side of the channel to work in a muffled voice.

And his son didn't 'rest long', his eyes had already glanced at a bush not far away, and even when his father came to inquire just now, he stared at the grasshopper on the side of the bush, a gray grasshopper not much bigger than a little finger. He moved silently away from the crowd and rubbed against the grasshopper in the bushes diagonally behind, and then swooped down and grabbed the poor little worm, and immediately stuffed it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously while no one was paying attention.

It's so comfortable!!~~ He only felt fragrant in his mouth and delicious in his heart: although the taste was not good at all, and the thorny limbs of the grasshopper were uncomfortable in the mouth, but this feeling was like ~~ like the feeling of stealing the two catties of meat at home during the Chinese New Year a few years ago! He suddenly had a sour nose, and the sadness in his heart was uncontrollable: for a long time~~ I haven't felt this way for a long time~~ Tears were still rolling in his eyes, but his father's figure suddenly appeared next to him, he frowned and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

The thin, shriveled son who could be reached by a gust of wind stammered timidly and replied: "Eat~~Eat~~Eat quietly~~" The emaciated middle-aged man was a little angry: "What do you eat quietly?!You stole other people's food and eat it quietly?!Do you know what you're doing?! Mother Earth hates thieves! People should create wealth with their own hands! Our family has been a serious farmer for generations, not a thief!"

The son, who was thin and swaying, seemed to be able to fall down with a breath of anger, so he had to reply timidly: "Eat ~~grasshopper~~" So, there was a sad speechlessness that diffused between the weak father and son~~ For a long time, the middle-aged man in sales sighed long: "Okay, let's go to work." The Overseer is coming. ”

In this way, the seventy or eighty people who were getting thinner and thinner, scattered in this desolate and rainless vast Gobi, digging dry land canals with a shovel and shovel, the vast dusty sky blurred, the sun dimmed, until the last ray of sunlight disappeared between the gaps in the barren mountains in the distance, and they dragged their tired and hungry bodies to finish. In exchange for only enough food to survive.

The hungry and emaciated middle-aged man in his mouth ate the shriveled and strange taste of dry food, but he saved and saved, and saved. In the end, he saved three fist-sized pieces of dry food, walked on the uneven black dirt road in the high grounds, and led the rickety hungry son back to his place of residence - there was still a sick wife who needed to eat, and it was a very sacred iron law that he could not eat without labor!

In the dilapidated hut with earthen walls and grass roofs, only the bright moonlight shining in reflected the skinny figure, she was lying on the 'bed' made of rammed earth, and she didn't know whether she was dead or alive, anyway, the obvious sound of the wooden door 'creaking' opening did not disturb her, the sound of father and son walking back and forth and talking did not disturb her, and finally the sound of beckoning her to eat made her reluctantly turn around, and with a desolate hand floating with a dead blue complexion, she silently took the dry food and gnawed it silently.

In the dark, the family was silent again, because not saying a word was a waste of strength, in this Gobi kingdom with little food and clothing, it was just a matter of dying a little sooner if it took a little more effort. Perhaps~~ It's better to die~~ The emaciated middle-aged man thought silently: If you die, you can go to the kingdom of God Mother Earth, where with endless beautiful fields, I can reclaim the land and harvest the grain with my own strength, and I will always have a bumper harvest, there will always be endless food, and there will always be a peaceful life where the sun rises and the sun sets! Every day I can ask about the fragrance of wheat and that~~Hmm~~Hmm~~I'm going to~~.

Here, is also a hard work, because the food with poor texture is eaten every day, and most of them are transported by foreign businessmen from thousands of miles, and the wind and sun blow the sand along the way, and the results are more and more inferior. Therefore, it is very difficult to poop every time, the emaciated middle-aged man came not far from the house, and he didn't pull out a bright hall for a long time, and finally had to take a hard small bush branch to pick and pick at the buttocks, and the chrysanthemum was bloody, and the pain was unbearable, so he could pick out a part.

"Whew~~ Fortunately, it was pulled out, otherwise it would be unbearable to die. He wiped the sweat of his hard work and secretly felt lucky, because some of his companions really had indigestion and couldn't pull out to suffocate to death. Really, all sorts of ridiculous things have happened in this place, and those who are pampered and talk about sorrow in the city cannot understand it.

When he returned to the door with his empty clothes and pants dangling, he suddenly heard the voice of his own woman talking to the child inside: "Hurry up and eat, alas~~ You can't even eat a piece of pickled radish in the past two years, it's really hard~~ Although I was bitter when I was a child, I still have radish pickles~~"

This was originally a rather sad and touching thing, but the emaciated middle-aged man outside the house angrily pushed open the creaking wooden door and yelled sternly: "Where did the pickled radish come from? ! You went to steal other people's things?!! "The food of these slave laborers in the wasteland is extremely simple, and there are no pickled turnips! Only the miners in a large nearby mine have pickled radishes and other food, because their labor is heavy and the conditions are even worse, so they have to raise their food standards." It seems that his wife took advantage of the opportunity of being sick and unable to work, dragging her sick and disabled body to steal things from other people's territory!

This is a thief!! is hated by Mother Earth God!

So he scolded and snatched some of the remaining pickled radishes from his son's hand, ignoring his son's crying and 'I'm hungry, Dad~~ give me another bite to eat, I'll only eat one bite~~' and so on, and stiffened his backbone and scolded: "Even if our whole family starves to death, we can't be thieves!

The sickly, skinny, shriveled woman lying on the bed was also a little angry, frowning and saying weakly: "What are you shouting? When we were *out, where was the Mother Earth God? If you want to see someone, they may not want to see you! If you don't think about a way, our family will all die here!" She seemed to want to cry, but the barren Gobi Kingdom had already sucked up all her tears, and she could only say with red grief and indignation in her eyes: "Do you want to die yourself, do you want to drag our son to die together?!"

The emaciated middle-aged man turned his head away and replied indignantly: "I don't care! Anyway, we can't be thieves! You are not allowed to steal other people's things in the future, otherwise your soul will not be able to go to the kingdom of the mother god! This leftover food~~ I will send it back early tomorrow morning!" The skinny son next to him was still holding his hand, and begged with bitter tears in his eyes: "Just give me another bite to eat, Dad~~" But he was slapped hard by the irritable Lao Yuan: "Shut up! This is someone else's thing, how can you steal it indiscriminately?!" Even if I kill you, I won't let you be a thief!"

In the dark night, the three of them were like cold iron statues, each of them fell on the cold bed board, and spent a cold and lonely night. Before dawn the next day, he asked the foreman for a leave of absence, and he took a fist of pickled radishes to a large open-pit mine not far away.

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