Chapter 88: 088: With? 【Ask monthly ticket】

Chapter 88 088: With? 【Ask monthly ticket】

Shen Tang asked: "What are you vomiting?"

Zhai Le had a handsome face, and explained in a low voice: "I'm afraid that when you buried the corpse, some people nearby saw it. So, you just left with your front foot, and came over with your back foot to dig out the corpse..."

Because he was drunk, Shen Tang didn't think about it for a while.

"What do you take these back for?"

Zhai Le changed his usual relaxed attitude, and even his peach blossom eyes, which were always smiling, were three-pointed with sadness, but the words he said made people shudder: "I'm so hungry, what else do you think I can do?"

He pointed it out directly, and Shen Tang suddenly opened his eyes.

Didn't speak for a long while.

"But, but that's a human..." At this moment, Shen Tang looked helpless and confused, she hesitated unconsciously, and murmured softly, "How can a human...can't! That's a human, the same kind, or buried in the in the ground..."

Qishan brought Shen Tang all the way to Xiaocheng. In order to avoid hardships and inquire more about news, the route was not remote, and he could meet villages and towns every one or two days. The life of the common people is very difficult. It can only be said that they can barely make do with it and keep the most basic bottom line.

Shen Tang knew there was such a thing, but he had never seen it.

But Zhai Le is different.

Zhai Le and his cousin Zhai Huan set off from the southeast. Relying on their skills and tacit cooperation, the two dared to drill everywhere. They passed several bandit dens along the road and killed several groups of vicious people. Just as Zhai Le said , act righteously and fight against injustice.

Villains are easy to kill but hard to fill.

He and his elder brother passed through a village. There were only 36 households in the village.

An old man in the village died that day. He and his elder brother lived in one of the farmhouses. As night fell, they heard conversations outside the courtyard. Curious, he looked out through the window and saw the skinny villager delivering bowls of broth from door to door.

Relying on good eyesight, I also saw the bitter expression of the peasant woman.

There are not many edible roots nearby.

At the beginning, Zhai Le didn't know what kind of soup it was, so he curiously told his elder brother, and he still remembers his expression at that time, half of his face was dyed reddish by the candlelight, and the other half of his face was hidden in the shadow , The shadow appears and disappears with the faint flame.

He even had a terrible illusion—a bloody, ferocious behemoth dormant in the dark, and it would jump out at the command of his brother to open his mouth, and chew him to pieces.

The oil lamp beeped.

Brother said indifferently: [The living are always more important than the dead. The dead are already dead, but the living still have to live. 】

Zhai Le still didn't understand the meaning of these words, until the day he left the village, another family had a funeral.

Zhai Le left on horseback, turned his head inadvertently, and saw the relatives of the deceased crying and burying the body in the grave prepared in advance. But before the coffin could be sealed, Muramasa brought people over to negotiate.

The distance was too far, and Zhai Le couldn't hear what they said clearly, but judging from their excited exchanges that almost broke out into physical conflicts, both sides were unhappy, and finally the corpse was moved out.

Suddenly—

Brother's words couldn't go back and forth in his mind.

He didn't really understand what happened.

Zhai Le, who killed people without blinking an eye, almost fell off his horse that day and vomited out all the dry food he ate yesterday.

【Ah, brother...】

【Similar things have never happened. 】

Zhai Le: 【But...】

Zhai Huan looked indifferent: [Before you are unable to help them avoid hunger, never criticize their behavior, and don't interfere. Unless—you have the sacrifice courage of the Buddha to cut meat and feed the eagle, and replace it with your body. Xiaofang, they have to survive...]

Zhai Huan's voice was as gentle as ever, and it also made Zhai Le hear unprecedented powerlessness, which was the helpless despair of his cousin who had been a role model since he was a child.

Zhai Le said in a low mood: "My elder brother said that these people want to live more than anyone else, but the world wants them to die more than anyone else. The injury is not a living person, but a corpse. What right do outsiders say they are cruel and inhumane?" ?can not say…"

A long while—

She said: "That's right. Guan Yiwu said, 'If the granary is real, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace'. Decent clothes, what etiquette and honor are you talking about?"

Under such circumstances, wouldn’t it be the greatest arrogance to comment on their behavior with etiquette, honor and disgrace, and ethics?

Zhai Le saw that there was something wrong with Shen Tang's expression, so he raised his hand and pushed her arm, trying to shake Shen Tang who seemed to be in a trance to wake him up.

Shen Tang took a deep breath, waved his hands and said, "I'm fine."

"Brother Shen, how do you deal with them? All..."

Zhai Le looked at the trembling bastards, raised his hand and stretched out his thumb, and made a neat stroke on the neck.

A few of the gangsters saw this scene, vaguely guessed their end, knelt down with a plop, their heads thumped, and they felt phantom pain in their heads. Panicked, the two twitched, with tears and snot streaming down their noses: "The hero, the hero, spare me!"

There are also those who do not believe in evil, such as the head of a strong man.

He didn't think that Shen Tang and the others had the guts to kill him even knowing that his backer was the second head of the bandit den.

He knew how big the bandit den was.

Shen Tang said: "I want to kill."

Zhai Leyang melted a knife in his hand, and when Shen Tang gave an order, he raised the knife and chopped these gangsters into melons and vegetables.

Shen Tang said again: "But it's a pity to kill them all."

Zhai Le: "What a pity?"

Shen Tang sneered: "What else can I do when I'm alive, but I can only bury it in the fertile soil when I'm dead. However, I feel uncomfortable to let this group of people live. Xiaofang, what are you going to do with it?"

Zhai Le: "Kill it, but you can't take it with you."

It wasn't just the two of them who offended this group of gangsters today, but also the white-haired old man who stood up, and the spectators who watched the fun were barely included. This time the tiger returned to the mountain, the two of them were fine, but those ordinary people would suffer.

Shen Tang said: "You said... bring it? Why?"

Zhai Le has other understandings.

Surprised: "Brother Shen, are you planning to recruit them?"

Kill it and bury it everywhere, once it’s done, the cost is almost zero, but it’s different when it’s incorporated, it’s a super big trouble.

Shen Tang: "..."

When did she say that? ? ?

Zhai Le looked embarrassed: "I didn't deliberately poke Brother Shen's sore spot, but one person is one mouth. There are twenty or thirty people here, that is, twenty or thirty mouths. How much is the daily expenses? Even if Brother Shen is kind enough to accept them, they Would you like to be loyal?"

Brother Shen himself is too poor.

Poor enough to be selling wine!

What do you use to recruit and raise these bastards?

Shen Tang was still in a daze.

She didn't know how the topic jumped to the point of recruiting gangsters, she just followed Zhai Le's topic and was curious about how to "carry".

"You, wait, let me think again."

Before he could figure out why, the strong man in the lead spat out with a sneer and said, "I want me to work hard for the little boy, dreaming! When brother knows, all of you—"

poof—

|ω`) I was so excited to chat with Tanzi that I forgot there was an update.

PS: I feel that there is no need to worry about Qi Bushan.

(end of this chapter)

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