Chapter 867: He will be the master

Chapter 867, he will be the master of the work
"The current Jincheng is really a depression!" Murong Xue sighed, and the cold voice revealed unspeakable regret.
"Golden City has been fighting for years, and the businessmen in the city have been scared away. No one has opened a store to operate, and the natural depression..." Ouyang Shaohao explained softly.
"I know." Murong Xue nodded lightly: during the war, the people were heart-wrenching, life and property were not guaranteed, they could escape, they could not escape, they were desperate, unintentional, in the city. Naturally, it will become more and more desolate...
When it comes to the people, Murong Xue remembers that when she entered the city, there were more and more people on the streets, big and small, but there was no one in this street: "Where are the people here?" Already?"
"In front of it." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly.
Murong Xue looked down at his gaze. He saw five or six large wooden barrels on the open space dozens of meters away. More than a dozen guards stood in front of the wooden barrels and held large spoons for the people in the queue.
The old man, the old woman, the little boy, the little girl, the middle-aged woman, the young woman, etc. are all dressed in a ragged, messy lined up in rows, holding a porcelain bowl with a missing mouth and a fallen corner. Still thick porridge, thanks to Dade's repeated thanks.
Especially the children, one by one, yellow and hunger, thin and thin, carefully holding the bowl of porridge, just like holding the world's most precious delicacies... and so on: "Where are the porridge, how are they old and weak? Women and children?" Occasionally, a few young men and young men are also physically and mentally healthy young men, none of them.
"Because young and middle-aged people have been transferred to soldiers." Ouyang Shaohao voice is faint: three years of civil war, the three emperors of Qianxuan have lost a lot of soldiers, in order to supplement the lost generals, they can only draw from their own city Young and middle-aged army...
Murong Xue glanced at him: "If the soldiers are all sacrificed in the battle, isn't there a young adult?"
"Almost!" Ouyang Shaohao nodded gently: every battle between the three emperors of Qianxuanguo will die a group of young and middle-aged people. When one of them is a unified king, thousands of young adults will die and die. At that time, Qianxuan did not have the main labor force. Even if Qianxuan calmed down, the country could not be strong, and it would only become weaker and weaker...
"The porridge is coming... The porridge is coming... Let's make it, let everyone let it happen..." The screaming voice suddenly sounded, and Murong Xue slowly raised his head, only to see the guards carrying the three barrels of porridge. Going to the people, Yantai ink walked behind them and directed them to put the porridge in the right place.
"Is that porridge is the ink of the Taiwanese?"
"Yeah." Ouyang Shaohao nodded gently.
Murong Xue blinked, Jincheng's grain is not particularly abundant, but the soldiers and horses can't be raised for too long. Yantai ink is still willing to take a small part for these old and weak women. It is really a good person, she is in contact with Yantai. Not much, but every time she touched, she could feel that Haotai was a good person: "Less, do you want to help him?"
"What do you do for him? A unified thousand?" Ouyang Shaohao raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Xue.
"Yeah." Murong Xue does not evade, focus on the two heads: the two armies are fighting, the people who are suffering are the people who want to save the people, they must first be chaotic, help Taiwan and Taiwan to unify the thousands of tricks, that is, help him settle the war, the people can Living and working in this stable environment...
"Then you know, if we help the Taiwanese ink to unify the thousands of bright, who will eventually be enthroned as the emperor?" Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue for a moment.
Murong Xue’s long road:
My brother’s brother-in-law is awkward.
The Taiwanese ink has always been the only one in the world. Now they have only four cities, all of them are emperors, waiting for them to unite twelve cities. Naturally, it is also the emperor of Fujian and Taiwan.
"Then you know, who brought the grain of Jincheng?" Ouyang Shaohao suddenly asked such a sentence.
"澹墨墨啊." Murong Xue saw things with his own eyes, Zhangkou answered.
"When the enemy attacked the city, who led the soldiers to fight blood?" Ouyang Shaohao asked again.
"澹墨墨!"
"Who is the person who porridge on the street?"

Mutai ink...
Murong Xue said casually, suddenly realized that it was wrong, and looked at Ouyang Shaohao:
What do you want to say?

Ouyang Shaohao’s eyes are deep and deep:
The grain and grass, the enemy’s army, and the porridge are all made by the Taiwanese ink. The emperor of the Jincheng City has not been exposed. It is obvious that he is an empty and ambitious person. ......"
Murong Xue stunned, and for a long while, he said: "It is only a small matter to transport grain and porridge. If you don’t do it, you can’t explain that he is incapable. When the enemy is attacking, he is not on the wall, maybe he I am not good at using wars, I am afraid that it will be messed up..."
Ouyang Shaohao shook his head in disapproval, and the bottom of the cymbal flashed a touch of inscrutable: "You and I have only seen one side, and I don't know him. I have seen dozens of faces with him. He is an ambitious person. The incompetent person, he can guard the four cities after the three years of fighting, because there is the help of the Taiwanese ink... The Taiwanese ink is a rare talent, and his literary talent is above all his brothers. If the emperor is the one in the four cities, the Qianxuan country has long been unified..."

Mutai ink is so powerful?
Murong Xue Liumei slightly picks:
How did their forces not expand?
At the beginning, they were four cities. By now, they still occupy four cities, and they did not do their best when they assisted What?
"There is no doubt about the suspicion of the ruthlessness of the Taiwanese, and it has just been used for its own sake. He has given him advice and advice. He believes that he is at most 20% or 30%. Otherwise, they now have at least six or seven cities..." Ouyang Shaohao said lowly, in the scorpion. Flashing a touch of ridicule.
Murong Xue surprised his eyes wide open: "Really?"
"Yeah." Ouyang Shaohao focused on the key words, "One word and one word: "There is also a narrow mind and a slap in the face of others. If he is a singer, he will be enthroned, and the first thing he wants to eradicate is the downfall. Ink... "After all, the Taiwanese do not know how to march in the battle, the eight cities that are dazzling will definitely be attacked by the Taiwanese ink, and each generation will be a dead end.
The flying bird and the good bow are the merits of the emperor and the hero. After the hero made a great contribution, he removed the right of the hero, gave him a position that was not high or low, and left him a life. The extremely high talents of the world, the Taiwanese and Taiwanese are completely unable to meet him. In order to ensure that the position of his emperor is not shaken, the Taiwanese apes will definitely let the birds bow their bows...
"What should I do?" Murong Xue frowned slightly: the current Taiwanese 忱 忱 还 还 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨澹台忱, self-reliance for the emperor, he certainly refused...
(End of this chapter)