The sound of throwing the clay pot immediately caused a commotion. The prisoner Mi came here with an iron sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?"

He used Zhao Yin, and I think these people should be able to understand it.

The woman looked at the child who couldn't swallow it with heartache, and tears suddenly flowed out. Have she and her children ever suffered such hardship?

She had heard the chatter of the gang captain Mi and others before, and knew that the gang captain Mi had a lot of connection with her - Que Yujun's smuggling caravan, who was captured by the gang captain Mi, caused the hidden conflicts in Zhao State to erupt before Duke Wu of Zhao, and it was him who finally forced the young master to death.

This woman was a member of the Que Yujun family. She knew that the prisoner Mi was ruthless and ruthless. She looked at the sword in his hand and looked at her two young children. She endured the humiliation and bowed to the prisoner Mi Yi: "The child can't eat the cooked wheat..."

She used Yayin not, but Zhao Yu. A soldier next to the prisoner Mi was shocked and said, "It's all humans, why can't I eat it? When I was a child, I didn't even mention cooking wheat, even the ears of wheat could be eaten..."

The child was still crying, and he kept repeating words like eating deer jelly. The prisoner Mi took back the iron sword and laughed out loud.

Shaking his head, saying nothing, he continued to go back and eat the cooked wheat in his own clay pot.

When the prisoner Mi left, the woman quietly pointed at the prisoner Mi and said to her child: "Remember this person, remember everyone in the Mo family. They made your father die, and they made you unable to eat deer and dried rice, but only to eat boiled wheat."

"If one day you grow up, remember that your father's grudge will not be shared with you!"

"Be good, eat, how can you grow up when you are hungry? How can you take revenge if you don't grow up?"

The older child's slender nails penetrated deeply into his palms, as if he was about to bleed.

The moon in mid-autumn is the time to prepare sacrifices for God. At this time of the past year, his home has already begun to become busy.

The various contributions sent by people from all over the fiefdoms and the appropriate sacrifices selected.

The whole family was happy. He remembered that it was Zhong Qiuyue last year. His father gave him a small bow, and he finally had his own ring, proving that he was qualified to wear the ring and was about to grow up to become a noble gentleman.

That is, last year, he heard his first love song.

"The boy wears a rosy branch. Even if he wears a rosy, how can I not know? He is so proud and droops."

"The leaves of the orchid are worn by a boy. Even if they wear squids, how can they not be my armor? They are so proud, and they are drooping."

He thought of his father using his broad arms to correct his bow-pull position, so warm and so vast.

He thought of the girl who had sang the angels with her favorite eyes when she pulled the bow and shot the archery.

And now, he has nothing.

My father died, his family property was gone, and his small bow was gone. The girl with bright eyes now doesn't know where it is.

The older child gritted his teeth and stared at the man with muskets or iron swords around him. His teeth were clattering, and he thought that today's hatred would be avenged tomorrow! If he grew up, he would have to slaughter all the man in the world!

He made a secret oath, lowered his head and bowed to his mother, "The child knows that he is wrong."

After saying that, he stuffed the cooked wheat into his mouth, enduring the pain of something he had never felt before, as if something was pressed against his throat and tore it hard, and swallowed his cooked wheat in big mouthfuls.

After dinner, I don’t know who sang a song by the bonfire. Then, hundreds of people spoke in unison, and the sound was sad, accompanied by the cold autumn, the crescent moon, and the occasional night owl flying by the mountains, making people feel sad.

The people in that capital had yellow fur. Their faces remained unchanged and their words were correct. Their actions returned to Zhou, which was what the people expected.

The people in that capital have black hats and tucked hands. The gentleman and his children have straight silk as if they are hairy. I don’t see them, and I don’t say anything about them.

The people in that capital are full of ears and soft-heartedness. The gentleman and daughter are called Yin Ji. I don’t see you, but my heart is in a vain.

The people in that capital have draped their belts and are strong. The gentleman and his children have curly hair like twelves. I don’t see them, so I follow them.

If I don’t hide it, I will have more than one. If I don’t carve it, I will have more than one. If I don’t see it, I will have more than one.

What they miss is not the people of the capital, but they miss themselves.

Everything in the past is gone.

The fox fur is yellow, but now it is just a dirty and hasn't changed clothes for a long time.

He spoke with sincerity, but now he was just the hatred in his mouth and the caution of saying hello even when he went to the toilet.

The hair is now just messy and has not been washed for many days.

I don’t see you, so how can I see you?

The singing kept coming, and more and more people burst into tears, thinking about the cooking wheat they had just eaten, thinking about the road they had walked on their feet without taking the bus, thinking about everything that had passed, and the sadness was hard to hide.

The guards were a little surprised. The prisoner Mi blew his whistle and slammed the musket into the sky, shouting: "No singing! No singing!"

After shouting a few words, those people watched the gang captain Mi shouting loudly, and the person in the lead felt a sense of pride and pride: He didn't allow me to sing, I insisted on singing! You are scared!

The person next to him whispered in a gentle voice in a singing voice: "Today, I will eat wheat, and tomorrow I will eat herbs. The tribe members scattered and died. Gao Liu is bitter and cold. I will wait for it, and one out of ten will not exist. Even if you want to die, you should also be vigorous. Don't eat and live with the bitch in Gao Liu, and die in that bitter and cold place!"

Some people had already made up their minds and were about to continue to pass messages to others. The prisoner Mi suddenly rushed into the crowd with several people, and used the butt of the heavy butt of the grenade gun to smash the lead. After hitting it, he kicked the lead to the ground.

They were all infantry and knights, and their shoes were covered with leather boots, and a layer of iron was wrapped in the back. The military figures could form a formation after training for a few people all year round.

The lead singer has been riding a car. How can he go so far? In addition, he has had no jerky for many days after eating, how can he be able to compete?

In the severe pain, he squatted on the ground.

But the Mohist knights who were escorting them quickly divided into two teams, one team backwards, raising the guns to act as a matter of fact.

Another team cut into the crowd like wedges, splitting these people into small strands, and some people held butt stocks or wooden sticks and smashed them at those who were still singing.

Those who wanted to riot saw such a situation and knew that things would not be done, they had to remain silent.

A few leaders were pulled out from the crowd and tied up ropes. The prisoner Mi warned loudly: "If this example is another example, it will be considered a rebellion and will be executed by fire!"

The black muzzle and flashing fuse in the distance finally overwhelmed the inexplicable sad singing.

After the people calmed down, the prisoner Mi turned around and said to the infantry and knights who were with him, "It's late at night, let's sing one too!"

He set off a tune, and the soldiers who were still holding weapons in their hands were alert to the noble prisoners and sang together with the soldiers who were captured by the gang, Sangzi.

The river is dry and clear, and the river water is clear and rippling.

If you don’t have crops or crumbs, you can take three hundred grains?

If you don’t hunt or hunt, Hu Zhaner’s courtyard has a county bonnet?

Alas, gentlemen are all worms!

The river is clear and straight, and the river water is clear and straight.

If you don’t have crops or flies, you can get three hundred billion grains?

If you don’t hunt or hunt, is there any county special in Hu Zhaner’s courtyard?

Alas, gentlemen are all worms!

The river is clear and the river is clear and the river is filled with water.

If you don’t have crops or crumbs, you can get three hundred grains?

If you don’t hunt or hunt, will there be a county quail in Hu Zhan’er’s courtyard?

Alas, gentlemen are all worms!

The lyrics that have been revised turn all the expectations for a gentleman's benevolence and righteousness into ridicule.

The deepest voices, who have experienced many wars, have fought against Hu people, have been to the grassland, have killed smuggling caravans, and have attacked the capital of Zhao, sang in unison, without praying or expecting, the modified tune is like a ball of fire, which can ignite human blood.

People from Linhu, people from Zhao, people from Si, people from Zhongshan, people from generation to generation, all kinds of accents mixed together are surprisingly consistent when singing, just like forming a formation on the battlefield.

The opposite side was so overwhelmed by this song that he couldn't understand and could no longer sing the sad song. He vaguely understood what the opposite side was singing, but he didn't know when he had prayers and turned into mockery and all the worms.

The singing was floating, and the bitter smell of the burning fuse was also floating. The iron sword flashing with cold light and the beating posture of rushing into the crowd like a hungry wolf just now made the singing very powerful.

Late at night, after the police captain Mi arranged for the post and guards, he walked to the company representative and couldn't help asking, "What did they sing just now?"

He was born in the Si Shangmengli and did not understand the Yayin. The official pronunciation of the Mo family also softened the chowder dialects of Si Shang, Qi Lu and Chu Yue. Although he understood some Zhao language and Dai local dialects, he really didn't understand the orthodox eloquence of the nobles.

Even the representative was burning lead and melting the lead bullet with fire and laughed, "I didn't sing anything. It's just a sigh of the past. I'm staring at those people, and I'll just catch them and separate them at that time. I really think there's no one in our Mo family who can understand the Yayin?"

The prisoner Mi stuttered and cursed: "Can they learn to support themselves? I said that if you put Gao Liu for them, there will be trouble. Gao Liu is digging a coal mine recently, so if you ask me to let the man dig coal. Women... I really don't know what to do."

"They don't know how to farm or weave cloth, so what do you think they live on? They can't starve them to death, and they can't do things. What can a bunch of stilbees do?"

The representative of the company put a few melted lead bullets and rubbed his hands and said, "Don't Gaoliu have wool felt and wool workshops. They can't do textile work, but they can still do some work that does not require skills. For example, washing wool with hu alkali can, which is possible. Isn't this a shortage of manpower?"

The gang captain Mi knew Gao Liu's wool workshop and nodded, "This is. Gao Liu people, how could they be a wool washer? Anyone who escaped has land to grow, and the women in the city are also good at textiles. Now the workshops are established and each one performs their own duties, but no one does this wool wash job."

"Everyone can do it, but he has no skills, but he is tired and doesn't pay much money, so this is the thing that suits them."

The representative of the People stretched out his tired body and stood up and said, "You go to sleep for a while. Hu Feizi and Qu Jiangzi both said righteousness, saying that they would learn to support themselves, but I was afraid that they would ruin Gaoliu's atmosphere."

The sanctioned prisoner Mi scratched his head and said, "What kind of atmosphere? They have no fiefdom and can no longer be sycoids. How can they still be elegant and expensive? How can they be extravagant without money?"

Lian Representative smiled helplessly and said, "It's not this. I'm afraid that they will not be able to endure hardships. Then when they go to work as prostitutes on the streets, they will at least have to work to get food and clothing. Besides, they are all nobles, and they are also food and sex. In addition to sex, they will inevitably have different thoughts. Some Zhao people who fled to Gaoliu, if they heard that the noble women who were originally unattainable could sleep once for ten dollars, would they say they would sleep?"

"It's all troublesome. The nobles have no fiefdom and dominance over the farmers on the fiefdom. Our Mohist family's morality, writing, concept, and nature will not be able to use them at all. At that time, they will definitely become the lowest class... Men work as miners, women work as hair washers, or hire workers for workshops. Do you think these nobles will one day sing "Shadows" and say that nobility is always noble, no cheap, and wealth belongs to those who work hard, but they will revolt against the new high-profile industrial and commercial wealth?"

The sanctioned prisoner Mi Haha laughed and said, "If that's the case, that would be interesting."
Chapter completed!