With a clang, the sword in Song Laosan's hand flew out the instant it cut through flesh and fell to the ground far away.
But then, without anyone noticing, Chu Zhuo also drew his sword and stood coldly to the side.
Many people only catch a fleeting glimpse of a passing shadow.
"Commander Song, she's just a girl, this is going too far."
"General Chu, it seems you're determined to make trouble for me?"
Chu Zhuo's face was cold and resolute.
"Captain Song, my hand is numb from the shock. You're not trying to slit my throat, you're trying to behead me!"
"Is such a small girl worth all this effort?"
When Song Laosan announced his intention to behead Qiao Lian'er, everyone, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, gasped in shock.
That's too ruthless, too vicious.
“Disobedience and rebellion, even if the child is only three years old, should be punished by death.”
“But with me here, you can’t kill her.” Chu Zhuo was determined to do it.
Song Laosan looked at Chu Zhuo and said, "General Chu, although you hold a higher position than me, have you considered your future situation before doing this?"
"Do you really think you can go against me?"
Chu Zhuo did have this concern. He and Song Laosan had visited so many villages, and he had tried his best to turn a blind eye to what Song Laosan did. But today, he could no longer tolerate it.
Because 90% of the silver and grain was meant to take the lives of the people, and because Qiao Lian'er was his benefactor.
Chu Zhuo's gaze was calm and his expression was expressionless.
I believe that Heaven has eyes.
Song Laosan sneered: "If Heaven had eyes, I wouldn't have had such a smooth journey through the previous dozens of villages."
“I also believe that retribution will come, it’s just that the time hasn’t come yet,” Chu Zhuo said.
Old Song snorted, his face full of contempt.
These people are ridiculous. They always believe in justice and the way of heaven, but they don't realize that the real truth lies in having power and using tough methods.
"Alright, stop arguing." The situation had escalated to this point, and Supervisor Qu's face was grim.
"Let's collect about 80% of it. This is the first time we've encountered such a case of hidden grain. To prevent other villages from following suit, we need to set an example by punishing them."
Eighty percent of the grain was used; only two hundred jin out of a thousand jin were left. For the next year, they would have to survive on thin porridge.
The villagers felt a slight sense of relief, but still felt heavy-hearted.
Knowing that further discussion was pointless, Zhao Lizheng instructed the villagers: "Go up the mountain and carry the grain back. Don't hide any of the silver at home. Honestly hand over 80% of it."
Everyone went up the mountain dejectedly.
With a wave of his hand, the head guard, Qu, led a large group of soldiers to follow, lest any villagers still hide.
Grandma Qiao and Qiao Yunni hugged Qiao Lian'er and cried uncontrollably.
The Qiao family was still shaken, their hearts pounding in their chests, as if they hadn't yet woken from a nightmare.
The men of the Qiao family surrounded them, looking wary. They knew that Song Laosan had failed, and since they had attacked again, Song Laosan would not let the Qiao family off easily.
Sure enough, Song Laosan, carrying his sword, walked step by step toward the Qiao family.
He recognized Qiao Yunni. When he left home to join the army, Qiao Yunni was only seventeen years old. Now, ten years have passed, and she is twenty-seven years old.
She is now a discarded wife of the Song family. Logically speaking, she should be haggard, crying so much that her eyes are about to go blind, unable to eat or sleep, and her hair should be falling out.
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