Chapter 493 494. When in Rome, do as the Romans do

Jin Qianqian also learned some things from the videos on the computer in the space, but after all, she had no practical experience. In her opinion, those were just some fancy moves that could only be used for fitness.

Since you are in a place, you have to follow the local customs. Besides, you should know some self-defense skills so that you don't hold others back when you encounter problems.

Gu Wenheng would naturally not restrain her, "If you want to learn, then learn! When you become a strong woman, don't come to me and cry."

Jin Qianqian, "Would you dislike it?"

Gu Wenheng immediately hugged her in his arms and whispered something in her ear until Jin Qianqian reached out and pulled his ear, then he smiled and jumped away.

With the idea in mind, Jin Qianqian would naturally stick to it. Every day, she would take the old women and maids in the yard to practice several killer moves repeatedly in the backyard, which attracted Gu Benluo and Gu Bencan, who had just learned to walk, to follow behind and imitate them.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Gu Bencan stagger and fall, then get up and continue. A smile flashed in Jin Qianqian's eyes. No wonder Brother Zhou valued these two children so much. Maybe they really have potential in martial arts.

However, when he thought of his husband's expectations, he shook off the idea in his mind.

In my husband's words, the two children must inherit their father's style and create a scholarly family in the future.

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There was a large piece of wasteland to the west of Lucheng, where a large group of people were squatting and pulling out weeds.

Not far away, there were some people watching with whips in their hands. If they found someone slacking off, they would whip them without mercy.

"Lord Shan, why hasn't our prince come to rescue us yet?" Lord Lang counted on his fingers every day. It has been so long, but there is still no news.

Some prisoners were sent in a few days ago, but in more than a month, there has not been a single prisoner.

"Didn't you let Ling San go back before?" Boss Shan's hands kept moving. If he stopped, the whip would probably hit him.

He now deeply felt that what the new prefect said was right. Suicide was a cowardly act. As long as he was alive, there would be infinite possibilities. He had to live well so that he could come back and settle accounts with these people in the future.

He also knew that the other party kept brainwashing them, telling them all the benefits of being alive, just to get them to do more work.

At the beginning, some people couldn't figure it out and started making a fuss, which led to a path of no return.

Who knew that these people would not let them go, saying that they were making the best use of their resources, and buried these people in the flower beds as fertilizer in front of them.

He looked down at his skinny body and silently quickened the pace of his hands. He had to stay alive or he didn't want to be fertilizer for the land.

"Yes! But he should have left, otherwise we would have seen him here." Lord Lang couldn't figure it out. The reinforcements should have arrived, so what happened in the meantime?

The mountain boss looked around and said, "No matter what happens now, we have no choice but to wait. Don't forget that when the autumn harvest comes, some people will be restless."

After all, the harvest on the island is limited. If they don't find a way to get some food back from here every year, they will not be able to survive at all.

Lord Lang, "Do we have to farm here for a few more months?"

Not only do they not even have enough to eat, they also have to work tirelessly for these people.

In their words, if the food that they had stolen over the past few decades was not returned, they would not be able to leave.

How could they possibly complete such a huge number? Even if they spent their entire lives here, they still couldn't pay it back.

Besides, why should they do that? The things they bring back are not just for their personal enjoyment. Everyone in the island nation has a responsibility.

"That depends on what you think. I think what the people here said is right. As long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

If one day our people come to attack us, that will be the day when we will be the masters of the situation. Then I will make these people suffer the same pain we have suffered."

Lord Lang, "They are just afraid that we will end our lives, so they want to keep us alive to help them do things. Do you think they will really let us go?

I just don't know when these Rong Dynasty people became so cunning."

Lord Lang expressed his deepest concerns, “They dare to be so cruel to us now, they must have a trump card in their hands.

I don't know which bastard betrayed them, but they actually have a geomancy map of our territory, and I even saw the landing point marked out."

Boss Shan narrowed his eyes and looked at Lord Lang, "What do you mean by telling me this? Do you suspect that I did it?"

Lord Lang snorted, "Use your brain to think about it. If I doubted you, would I still tell you this?"

Seeing the whip swinging not far away, Shan Laoda quickly moved his body and continued to pull the grass in front of him. "You have been talking for so long, why don't you just say what you mean? You know I am a straightforward person, not as roundabout as you are."

Lord Lang also took a step forward and said, "I know that many of these people are your subordinates. We must take advantage of this period of time to catch them. Otherwise, if he brings the enemy's army to the island, we will be sinners for all eternity."

Since that day when Lord Lang saw the geomancy map and the navigation map, he has been suffering every day.

There were his people on the island, and he had to stop them from passing by at all costs.

"Do you suspect there's something wrong with my men?" The mountain boss threw the pulled grass in front of him.

"What are you doing? Get to work quickly, or we won't have any wild vegetable buns for today." The guarding soldier came up behind them, swinging a whip.

This was a job he had finally managed to get by begging for help. His family members had died at the hands of these bandits. When he first arrived, he wished he could beat these people to death one by one with the whip in his hand.

But what the leader said was right, death would put an end to everything and it would be a relief for them.

Only by torturing them slowly can victims like him get some justice.

Seeing these people squatting there and pulling weeds obediently, he laughed sarcastically, "They are indeed some cheap bones."

The mountain bosses were all angry but dared not speak out. They had talked back and even resisted in the past, but in the end not only did they get whip wounds, but afterwards, these people would cruelly smear salt water on their wounds, calling it applying medicine for them.

Now they don't even dare to think about that kind of torture.

So no matter how much hatred everyone has in their hearts, they still have to drag their heavy bodies and work hard every day.

When the people walked away, Lord Lang lowered his head and said while pulling weeds, “It’s not that I’m suspicious of you, but that all the people present may be suspected.

Especially Tian Er, they were the first ones to be arrested, otherwise you wouldn’t have suffered so much.”

(End of this chapter)