Xu Xiaoyi looked at the soldier in front of him. He was tall and strong, wearing golden armor and carrying a broadsword. He looked so majestic. He was really too cool! He could even help distribute food! You are worthy of it! System!
"Uh, help me distribute the food. Ten kilograms of rice per person, and one ounce of pickled mustard greens per person," Xu Xiaoyi said to the soldiers in golden armor.
It just so happened that in this dynasty, one catty was ten taels, not sixteen taels.
"What! Ten kilograms of food for each person! Thank you, County Magistrate!" The villagers knelt down together to express their gratitude. When they had no food to eat, ten kilograms of rice for each person was already a very happy thing. They didn't know what pickled mustard greens were, so they automatically ignored it.
At this time, Ping Dazhuang, who was hiding in the dark, said, "Brother, now is the time! Let's go and kill him." Then he was about to rush out, but he was immediately grabbed by the collar by Shan Daqing and pulled back.
"You idiot! Didn't you see that soldier? He looks tough, and he has a knife. How could we possibly be their opponent?"
"What should we do? The pretty boy actually has food. If we distribute it thoroughly, he'll be embraced by the villagers, and then our good days will be over."
"Da Zhuang, don't be anxious! I have a plan." Shan Daqing showed a sinister smile.
Food is being distributed in an orderly manner.
"Oh my God! I have never seen such white rice! I heard that this kind of rice is a high-grade rice that only high-ranking officials of the court and even the emperor can eat! The county magistrate actually gives such high-quality food to us, a group of lowly people." They looked at the snow-white rice in the sack and were so shocked that they couldn't speak.
"How dare you, County Magistrate!!! How dare you withhold the disaster relief grain from the imperial court!!" Shan Daqing roared angrily!
"Fellow villagers, you've all been deceived by that pretty boy up there. We've received word that this is the imperial government's disaster relief grain. Each person is entitled to 20 kilograms, and he's actually withheld 10 kilograms! Isn't this a corrupt official? He's already acting recklessly since taking office! Let's all work together to make him give up the remaining 10 kilograms!"
Shan Daqing roared angrily, and his expression looked as if he was standing up for the villagers.
"Shan Daqing, is what you said true? Did the imperial court really provide 20 kilograms of disaster relief grain?" asked an aunt.
"I, Shan Daqing, am a native of this village after all. If you don't believe me, do you believe that pretty boy county magistrate?" Shan Daqing pointed at Xu Xiaoyi angrily with a righteous look on his face.
Xu Xiaoyi saw that Shan Daqing was causing trouble again, and was about to speak when the old man who had been beside him got there first.
"I tui~" The old man rushed forward again and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Shan Daqing's chest.
Shan Daqing realized it was the same old man again. "What's up? Are you addicted to spitting?" He grabbed the old man by the torn collar and lifted him up like a chicken.
"The tiger doesn't show its might, so you're really addicted to spitting, aren't you?"
"How could you fools believe the bully's words? It's been three months since the last disaster relief grain from the imperial court. How much grain did we receive last time? Twenty catties, and at least eight catties of that twenty catties were mixed with sand and gravel. And it was all low-grade wheat and beans, not this kind of refined rice. And the county magistrate just told me that he bought this with his own money. You who are questioning the county magistrate now are no different from wolves and dogs." The old man shouted at the top of his lungs, using up his last bit of strength:
The villagers were all enlightened by his words. It was indeed true. How could the imperial government's disaster relief grain possibly be this refined rice? Ordinary people wouldn't be able to eat refined rice in their entire lives! The county magistrate had actually used his own savings to buy this refined rice. So they began to curse Shan Daqing for misleading the people.
What! Refined rice? How is that possible? Shan Daqing saw his plan was ruined, and his anger continued to rise! He pulled out a hatchet from behind and prepared to chop at the old man in his hand.
"It's all your fault! Go to hell!"
"You beast! Let my father go!"
A young man came out of the crowd and kicked Shan Daqing directly in the ribs. Shan Daqing let go of the old man, stepped back a few steps and sat on the ground. He had just been kicked in the liver, and the pain was even worse than the hit on the chin just now. Ping Dazhuang saw his elder brother being beaten, so he immediately took out his hatchet and rushed out from the corner to chop at the young man. Shan Daqing recovered for a while and joined the fight, intending to kill them. At worst, he would run away and become a bandit. The two men kept swinging their hatchets at the young man, but the young man dodged them one by one. Just when Ping Dazhuang seized the opportunity and was about to chop the young man's back.
Ping Dazhuang suddenly felt time slow down. Why was everyone staring at him? What was with all those shocked looks? Was I too domineering and shocking them? Strange, why is my body tilted? Did I fall?
Bang! Bang!
Ping Dazhuang's head rolled on the ground several times, but his body remained standing and then slowly knelt down.
Behind Ping Dazhuang was the soldier in golden armor. He didn't sheathe his sword, but continued to advance towards Shan Daqing. The pressure was so strong that Shan Daqing's legs trembled and he fell to the ground. That pretty boy actually dared to kill someone! Seeing him getting closer, he immediately begged for mercy.
"I was wrong. Don't kill me. I won't bother you anymore." He didn't expect that the county magistrate would actually dare to kill them. Moreover, he hadn't seen the skills of the golden-armored soldier just now, so he could imagine how strong the other party was!
Seeing that the golden-armored soldiers were getting closer and closer with no intention of stopping, Shan Daqing decided to give it a try. He immediately stood up, picked up a hatchet and chopped at the soldiers.
Duang~
Shan Daqing watched as the hatchet was chopped in two, and the other party actually put away the knife. Is this letting him go? Just wait! Little white face, this will be the worst decision you have ever made.
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