Chapter 502 The Saintess Arrives in the Capital
Jiang Fenghu froze upon hearing this, and his fists clenched.
He had always treated them well, but how come he ended up feeding an ungrateful person!
Or maybe he was too easy to talk to, which made Wang Yong feel that whatever the Jiang family did for them was their due...
Jiang Fenghu was silent for a long time.
Soon, Xiao Nuobao and Fengze also returned to the manor after hearing the news.
Wang Yong knew that he was finished, so he just gave up, still cursing.
"I'm helping your family farm. I don't have any merit, but I've worked hard. If something goes wrong, your family won't help you. I've never seen you so cruel!"
All the villagers in the village came out. Some of those who were friends with Wang Yong couldn't bear to see this and wanted to get close to Jiang Fenghu to ask for mercy.
Xiao Nuobao glanced at his second brother's black face, and without saying a word, he asked someone to grab a handful of cow dung and stuff it into Wang Yong's stinky mouth.
"Since you like to spray dung all over your mouth, then hold this big dung in your mouth and go to the government office for trial."
"Also, you're not helping my family farm. You're renting my land to make a living. You don't have any merit or hard work. Don't try to make connections, and don't even think about flattering yourself." Xiao Nuobao was rarely stern and scolded him crisply.
After saying this, he raised his little face again, scanned the villagers, and deliberately raised his voice.
"Maybe my family is too easy to talk to, so some people indulged and wanted to test my bottom line."
"If anyone has this idea, then he has made a wrong calculation. We are kind to others, but it does not mean that we don't have thundering means. If he feels that he has had enough of the good life, my family doesn't mind giving him a farm!"
This was said with a bit of ruthlessness. As soon as it was finished, the villagers who still wanted to beg for mercy were stunned and shut up together.
This seemed to be deliberately provoking them.
If they really begged for mercy, wouldn't they be expelled?
Wang Yong was holding his mouth full of dirt, and he was "mumbling" non-stop at this time, and he was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit.
But the soldiers in the camp were so full that he couldn't even vomit. In the end, his throat was choked when he took a breath, and he rolled his eyes in pain.
Jiang Fengze waited until he was about to die, then kicked him hard in the back and saved his life.
"Come on, seal the asphalt and send it back to the mountain."
"As for these two filthy thieves, send them to justice!" Jiang Fengze made the final decision.
Although it took a whole morning, fortunately the asphalt was quickly recovered and the thieves were arrested. But
after returning to the mansion, Jiang Fenghu was still unhappy. He was somewhat chilled by Wang Yong's scolding and the villagers' attitude of wanting to beg for mercy.
After knowing the whole story, Feng also reflected on it.
Maybe, sometimes her family is too gentle.
Little did they know that if they wanted to be humble, it was not entirely wise to just show kindness.
Li Qiqiao and she thought of the same thing, went to the kitchen to get a dough ball, and went into the house and said, "Mom, I plan to make kidney bean buns tonight, but don't you think this dough is interesting? It won't take shape without kneading or touching it. It has to be flattened and softened before we can roll out the dough and stuff it."
Feng took a glance and nodded in understanding, "Kneading dough is like this, and so is being a person. Some people are like this dough ball, and you have to handle it. You are reminding me, and I understand." Using
kindness and force at the same time is the means that superiors should use.
Although this sounds cruel, it is sometimes the truth.
Human nature is complicated, and sometimes you can't take care of everyone, so you can only take care of yourself first, which is the way to deal with the world.
So after that day, Jiang Fenghu took people and took away all of Wang Yong's wife, children and elders in the village.
It should also be made known that if the village made a mistake, it would not be easily exposed. If anyone is to blame, it should be blamed on its own injustice.
In addition, Jiang Fenghu, like other villages, set a curfew and next year's grain production.
Once night falls, unless there is death due to illness, everyone must report before leaving the village.
As for the grain production, if anyone fails to complete it, they will be cleared out next year. There will be no useless people in the village!
Seeing this, the villagers dared not refute. They
only had a warning in their hearts, knowing that if the Jiang family really got angry, it would be the same as other owners.
After doing all this, although Jiang Fenghu felt bad, he was relieved at the same time.
A few days later, the village received the news.
Wang Yong and his brother were beaten with a stick, each of them received 80 strokes. His cousin was in poor health and could not bear it on the spot,
and was beaten to death. As for Wang Yong, although he saved his life, his leg was lame.
Everyone felt sad, and no one dared to say much, just live their lives honestly.
Time passed, and it was early winter.
Before the first snow, the stone road on the mountain was finally repaired, and everyone was happy when it was completed.
Xiao Nuobao also went to see it, and he stood up with satisfaction, and his little palms were almost red from clapping, as if he heard the sound of silver after the villa opened.
Soon, a heavy snow came quietly.
Large pieces of "goose feathers" flew and fluttered, covering the earth, and the whole capital was dressed in silver.
On this first snowy night, a carriage entered the capital along a small road, passing through the long street, leaving a string of small wheels on the ground...
The people walking at night passed by the carriage without looking up, just staring at the snowy road.
But they didn't know that the person sitting in the carriage was the one who wanted to bring them a disaster in the future...
...
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped in front of the theater.
"Saint, we are here. This is the theater you are looking for, the Nanji Capital Theater."
The next moment, the door curtain was lifted, and a girl poked her head out, revealing peach-like eyes, looking at everything curiously.
"Hmm~ Not bad. History classes always say that the theaters in the Tang and Song dynasties were bustling. Although the Southern Dynasties are not recorded in history, looking at this theater, it is not much different from what the teacher said." "
Wula is too boring. The Southern Dynasties are more lively. Let's go watch a play."
The girl exhaled a puff of white air and jumped off the carriage happily. Every move was full of energy.
Although it was dark at night, you didn't need to look closely to find that she was dressed very unusually.
The upper body is a rare button-down short jacket, the inside of which is stuffed with goose down.
The legs are even stranger pants, made of deerskin, with lantern-shaped sewed on the legs, which is very convenient for walking.
As the girl was about to step into the theater, the man beside her whispered a reminder, "Saint, don't be too playful and make mistakes. It will be bad if your identity is exposed. Don't forget... the purpose of our coming to Nanji."
The girl raised the corners of her lips and showed disdain, "Why be nervous? If you want to take over Nanji, you just need to deal with Mu Yihan. He is just a feudal antique from an ancient dynasty. What can he use to fight me?
" "But..."
"But what!" She rolled her eyes and finally showed a fierce look, "This saint has a plan! The final chapter of the book says that Mu Yihan is under heaven's punishment, and his life and death depend on his fortune."
"As long as I can make him go on a killing spree, his fortune will be damaged, and I can defeat him with just a flick of my finger!"
The girl sneered, and then she walked into the theater arrogantly with a bag of silver...
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