Back Off, Let Me Come

Sibao County, official office.

There was a crowd of people in front of the official office.

There was a small official sitting at the door holding a pen to register.

There was a long queue, there were men and women, old and young, all wearing coarse clothes made of Gebu. Clothes made of this material were not very warm. Even if the common people added reeds, catkins and other fillings to the clothes and put on several layers inside and outside, they would still shiver from the cold.

The common people who have not yet had their turn can only hug their shoulders and stamp their feet to keep warm.

At the front of the team, the clerk asked: "What's your name?"

"My name is Wang Tieniu."

The clerk wrote the name and serial number on a blank piece of bamboo, handed it to Wang Tieniu in front of him, pointed behind him and said: "Take this thing and follow the path marked by the rope. Don't look too much with your eyes. Don't wander around, got it?"

Wang Tieniu accepted it with great gratitude.

The clerk rushed to the back and said: "Next one."

What is the Sibao County Government Office doing?

This matter goes back to a few days ago.

On that day, a notice was suddenly posted at the government office. It said that anyone who was a commoner from Sibao County, aged between six and thirty-six years old, and had good appearance could come to the government office to participate in the selection activities. The winner will be rewarded with a bolt of silkworm cloth, and the loser will also receive a consolation prize of half a pound of pork and a pound of cotton. The common people don’t know what cotton is, but they know about pork!

I guess this cotton can also be used for cooking.

How many people have a meatless meal during the holidays all year round?

They don't want cotton but they want half a pound of meat!

Many people came over to ask how to win the prize, but the official in charge was tight-lipped and just said that they could come and participate. The common people were worried, but they couldn't resist the temptation of half a pound of meat, so they thought of coming over and giving it a try. The same was true for Wang Tieniu. It was the first time in his life that he entered a county government office. Even if the clerk didn't tell him, he didn't dare to look around. He kept his head lowered and followed the line.

This place was the abandoned outer courtyard of the government office. It was simply cleaned up and put into use at this time. There was someone outside the door who was responsible for collecting the bamboo pieces. Then he pointed to the house and said: "Don't be nervous, just go in."

In less than a quarter of an hour, he came out.

He was holding half a pound of pork and cotton in his hands.

The villagers who were still waiting in line hurriedly asked him what was going on inside.

Wang Tieniu said blankly: "...the big shots inside don't know what to do, they just want to see how happy, angry, and sad we are...isn't this too idle?"

He was still stunned when he got the consolation prize.

Got the reward so easily?

Isn't this easier than picking it up for nothing?

I didn't expect big shots like these from the government to have this habit.

The villagers were confused.

As more and more people received consolation prizes, three pieces of news took wings and flew throughout Xiaocheng. Firstly, these big shots in the government office have eccentricities; secondly, the pork in the government office is so fragrant that it makes people drool; thirdly, the cotton is not a vegetable but a thing to keep warm.

Although there is only one pound of cotton, it is warmer than four or five pieces of coarse Gebu clothes stuffed with reed catkins. The government office also announced that cotton will be planted on a large scale in Sibao County. In the coming winter, they will be able to buy such clothes at a low price.

Within a period of time, any store with cotton-filled winter coats would attract countless envious glances, and only close relatives and friends could try them on for a while. Wrapping my upper body in a cotton coat for a while warmed up the chilly body that was leaking air everywhere.

The common people are eagerly looking forward to this.

Merchants with a keen sense of smell are even more aware of business opportunities.

I spent a lot of money to get in touch with the government and asked about cotton in a roundabout way. If you can buy it first, smuggle it and sell it elsewhere at a high price, it will be a huge profit every time!

However, promoting cotton is not the main purpose.

The ultimate goal of the official office is to form a theater troupe!

In the words of the protagonist, it is a film and television version of the story!

This is exactly why we have been selecting talents with acting talent these days, and we use activities to promote Cotton to facilitate future promotion. After a lot of work, Mian Mian was widely advertised, but there were not many people with acting talent.

His appearance is not outstanding, at least he is decent, but this is not a problem. With the prayer book here, how many acquired beauties are not there? Because Shen Tang had only told Lin Feng a rough idea and provided a general direction before, and did not involve specific operations, this resulted in the "film and television version of the script" plan to be completed only by everyone's imagination. This really stumped everyone who stayed behind.

In the end, it was Liao Jia who came to the rescue.

Without him, he has seen much.

As a talented illegitimate son of a young royal family, Liao Jia was used to banquets, singing and dancing. It was similar to the "film and television version of the script". The difference was that the former sang and danced, while the latter read the script according to the script, plus appropriate scene arrangements. , should be close to ten. It's just easier said than done. Common people are basically blind, so it's extremely difficult to memorize large sections of dialogue between characters.

Liao Jia sighed: "This is too difficult..."

It would be difficult to ask the chosen one to recite the dialogue.

It's even harder to get them to act out the characters in the story.

Can't Lin Feng collect some storybooks with characters whose identities are more relevant to the common people? The characters are either nobles or nobles, and literary scholars and courageous warriors are standard. Even if the protagonist is really a commoner, the class will change in the subsequent development.

so--

"This 'Five Elements of Evil' is really evil!"

But when I think that if the plan is successful, the government agency can use it to influence the thoughts of the people under its rule, I feel that it is worthwhile.

Lio Jia muttered endlessly until he smelled a sudden smell of blood and looked in the direction of the smell. He pointed at Qishan's hand and said, "Yuanliang, what's wrong with your hand..."

Qi Shan was also looking at the palm of his hand.

A cut ran through the palm of his hand.

There was an extremely violent martial energy near the wound, and Liu Jia suddenly stood up and was on guard. Qishan's expression remained as usual: "It doesn't matter, there is some movement on the master's side. I think he has met a powerful enemy."

He calmly tore off a piece of cloth and tied the wound.

Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Qi Shan staggered twice and fell forward. Liu Jia quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands. The hand on Qi Shan's shoulder was soon stained red by the warm blood. Qishan took a deep breath and said, "Help me go to the side compartment, and then ask Dr. Dong to come over."

Dr. Dong obviously knows something.

When he heard that Qi Shan was injured, he hurriedly carried the medicine box.

When he came over, Qishan's wounds had increased to seven. Dr. Dong took off his clothes, and Liao Jia suddenly opened her eyes when she saw the wounds on Qishan's body. The other wounds are not fatal, except the one from the shoulder to the waist and abdomen...

Dr. Dong also saw it for the first time.

Said: "Please also ask the master to circulate the literary energy to protect the heart."

The movement of Wen Qi can speed up the healing of injuries.

Qishan said: "I'm protecting him."

After all, he also cherishes his life.

Dr. Dong took out the silver needle and burned it with fire.

Although the scribe's Wen Qi can also stop bleeding, the effect will be more rapid when supplemented by acupuncture. Dr. Dong was about to give the injection when a bloody hole suddenly appeared on Qishan's arm. He sighed: "What kind of opponent does Mr. Shen encounter?"

Because Dr. Dong had treated Qi Shan several times, the origin of the wound was not hidden from him. As a doctor, he feels the magic of this world every time he sees it. There is actually someone in this world who can help another person share the pain across thousands of mountains and rivers!

Qishan's face lost color due to blood loss.

Even speaking is a bit difficult.

He said: "He must be stronger than Gong Xiqiu."

Dr. Dong said: "That is really a powerful enemy!"

Qishan lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest that was not leaking blood, but he felt lucky in his heart. His scribe's skills can bear half of Shen Tang's injuries. If all these injuries were inflicted on her body, although she would not die, she would still be in a difficult situation.

Just as he was thinking about it, a mouthful of blood overflowed from his throat.

Doctor Dong handed him the veil calmly.

"Prayer book, wipe it."

Lio Jia looked at Qi Shan: "Yuanliang, you..."

Qishan said: "Don't worry, my lord will not die there."

Even if the King of Hell comes, she won’t be able to die!

Liao Jia's brows were twisted into knots, and she suppressed her anger: "What Jia is worried about is not the Lord, but you! Qi Yuanliang, how can you still laugh after suffering such a serious injury?"

Are you really not afraid of Ga anymore?

Qi Shan responded to him with a smile: "It's indeed a pleasure."

Lio Jia: "..."

Qishan said: "Because I feel at ease now."

He raised his hand and carefully felt the pain and wounds in his body that did not belong to him, feeling happy.

These wounds prove that Shen Tang always trusts him.

She has always been the mistress he longed for, and she is his most important existence in the world. There is no need to experience the pain of an important person dying in front of your eyes for the second time in your lifetime but there is nothing you can do about it. The heartbreaking pain was enough to kill all his motivation to survive. This slightly morbid joy is something that Lio Jia cannot relate to. I feel sorry for him.

Lio Jia: "..."

Hahaha, he didn't feel sorry at all.

Use the spirit of speech to help Qi Shan recover the consumed Wen Qi.

Qishan said sincerely: "Thank you very much."

Lia Jia: "If you die, who will Jia ask for debt?"

There were still wounds after that, but they were not fatal, but the number was terrifying: "You won't die even if you do this, you are destined to die!"

Don't be ashamed to pray for good: "The harm will last for thousands of years!"

Liao Jia and Dr. Dong stayed there for two hours.

Seeing that it was starting to get dark outside, Liao Jia asked the government cook to cook some medicinal food for Qi Shan to nourish blood and Qi. I thought the battle would come to an end, but who would have thought that this defense would last for a day and a night. The literary energy in Qishan's body was replenished several times. Danfu Wenqi could be replenished, but it was difficult to recover from physical and mental fatigue, and he could only barely stay awake. But at this moment, the originally full elixir palace was instantly drained of literary energy, and Qishan suddenly closed his eyes. Liao Jia was so frightened that he thought his soul had returned to the underworld.

Dr. Dong checked his pulse.

"Falled off."

Liao Jia asked: "Is the person alive?"

Dr. Dong said firmly: "Yes, alive."

At the same time, they also discovered that after Qi Shan fell asleep, there were no new wounds on his body. This proves that the war on Lord/Shen Jun's side has come to an end for the time being. Doctor Dong looked at Qishan sleeping peacefully and said, "It's a hard fight!"

Liao Jia was worried: "I don't know the outcome."

Dr. Dong said: "Jun Shen's martial arts fortune is prosperous. Even if there are temporary ups and downs, I believe she will be able to turn bad luck into good fortune in the end."

The battlefield was brutal, far beyond their imagination.

This matter starts with Huang Lie's words "Three armies, attack" the day before. Jiang Ao was proud of his strength, so he naturally wanted to decide the winner in three battles. With one hundred thousand elite soldiers on our side and the morale boost from consecutive victories, it is not a problem to defeat the rotten fish and shrimps in front of us.

As for the coalition rejecting the generals and going to war directly?

This possibility did not exist in Jiang Ao's mind.

He was sure that the coalition forces did not have the courage!

The reason is also simple. The strength of the coalition forces is not as good as our own. If we still give up the opportunity to fight - even if the winning rate is slim, what if? Cao Jie always likes to take chances "just in case". As a result, things did not develop as he expected.

He provoked and suppressed Huang Lie, forcing the other party to intervene.

Huang Lie really turned out to be a person, a young scholar who knew his history of humiliation. This person brought him great shame back then! But what is even more shameful is that Chu Yao asked him to "silence his words and seize his voice" in front of the two armies. What is the difference between this and slapping him?

Jiang Ao's anger suddenly reached its peak.

"You are seeking death!" He used his martial energy to forcefully break through the [Speech Suppression and Sound Seizing], and the backflow of Qi and blood made his face turn purple.

The soaring war drums were like ferocious beasts roaring in grief and anger. The battlefield lit up with strong or weak martial or literary rays of light, and the energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles radius trembled. The shouts of killing rang out, and the vanguard cavalry of the two armies took the lead in fighting, and fighting broke out.

Even more angry than Jiang Ao were the coalition generals.

Among the crowd, several weapons flew out, forming shadows of different colors in the air. There is only one goal——

Jiang Ao, the sixteenth-level great master.

Jiang Ao didn't pay attention to the tricks of these children. He just raised his foot and stamped the ground. The movement under his feet was as fierce as a dragon turning over, and the cracks rushed towards the coalition forces. The majestic and surging martial energy exploded in all directions, colliding head-on with those weapons. The air twisted, causing countless colorless ripples.

He said arrogantly: "It's just an ant, with little skills!"

A look shot out, and the ordinary soldiers wherever he looked exploded and died, with blood spraying and flying, but there were no intact corpses. Ordinary people are indeed ants in the eyes of warriors at this level, and warriors below the sixth level are only slightly stronger ants. The former can kill him with just one look, while the latter still needs to raise his hands and move his feet.

But are the results different?

No difference, they all have to die!

"You are the only page left in the family register. No wonder you are so arrogant. Your co-author is a barefoot orphan. You are not afraid of anything."

Those weapons couldn't hit Jiang Ao, but Shen Tang and Shao Chong were able to get close to him, and with them came the [Five Virtues of Generals] Yan Ling. The Mother Sword in Shen Tang's hand, which seemed to have no lethality, made Jiang Ao laugh, and he raised his finger to pinch it.

Unexpectedly, the expected death from the broken sword did not occur.

An iron claw came towards me.

The target is his eyeballs.

Jiang Ao raised his eyebrows and was finally willing to draw his weapon.

There was a loud bang, and both sides retreated temporarily.

Shen Tang said: "You should lift his Heavenly Spirit Cover."

Shaochong did not adopt Shen Tang's suggestion.

"But I want to scratch his eyeballs even more."

Shen Tang looked at Jiang Ao and provoked him: "Okay, you scratch his eyeballs, and I will be responsible for opening his Tianling cover to see what shit is inside!"

Jiang Ao didn't know Shen Tang.

As for Shaochong, he had seen it in the intelligence, but he was only a fifteenth-level young master, so he was not afraid of it. He was also prepared to take advantage of this battle to wipe out the leading forces of the coalition forces. Use enough military exploits to prove your strength and silence the doubters.

only--

Two such young opponents.

Who are you looking down on?

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