Chapter 9 Helping Hands
"Not changing!"
The voice is a little childish, but decisive and righteous.
In an instant, eyes fell on the center, the seemingly simple boy.
The rich family smiled and looked gloating. The poor children looked strange and unbelievable. The blackmailed disciples had to either resist silently or hand over their contribution points directly.
Reject, and refuse with confidence!
rare!
The new junior brother is really naive and thought that Fang Yu could change it? But let alone, this junior brother is very brave.
Fang Yu's eyes twitched slightly. He was familiar with Lu Chen's temperament. Don't expect him to spit out what this guy swallowed. Not to mention the storage bracelet, there is still no way to contribute.
But if you don’t give it, you don’t give it. There is no need to be justified, and you are clearly provoking He Wu.
Fang Yu felt a little bitter.
"I really don't give it?" He Wu's face was gloomy. He had already given him enough face. As a result, the man's three-point color was red. His eyes looked at Fang Yu, with a very strange meaning. When he thought, this new mud legs were not so bold. It must have been the guidance of Fang Yu.
"Fang Yu, what do you mean?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Yu felt that the sky had fallen and was so wronged that he wanted to cry. Although he was very brave, it was hard to beat him than his junior brother. However, things had already happened, so he could only force him to do it.
His expression was still cold, as if he agreed with this matter.
The girl in purple was getting more and more dissatisfied. This was not Lu Chen's resistance, but because she had been here for too long. She felt very hot. As for the ending of the matter, she felt that there would be no change.
Most of the untouchables are like this, ignorant and must go through pain to know that people have high and low status, which God has already decided.
"Forget it, I'm lazy to say more, the rules of the newcomer will not change!" He Wu said coldly. Fang Yu asked himself that he was defeated, but there were many people on his side, and Fang Yu only had two, and one was still a waste.
Upon hearing this, Fang Yu looked cold and his heart was upset.
Next to him, Lu Chen had a plan in his mind. He glanced at the disciples gathered in the square and walked the steps forward: "What newcomer rules? You obviously bully people. What's wrong with our countryside coming out? The contribution points are also brought back by your life."
"You are born in a good family and have contributed a lot. Why should you steal ours?"
“Aren’t we humans?”
Lu Chen's voice was extremely loud, and his face was a thirteen-year-old child, which made people feel extremely pitiful.
His words were like a word, not talking about himself, but pulled us up, which resonated with many poor disciples around him, many of whom were blackmailed, staring at He Wu and others with red eyes. Obviously, they were already dissatisfied.
"My father and mother said that every sweat is harvested, but the sweat flows out, but the harvest is stolen by you. It was the same in the countryside before, but now it is in the immortal gate. Do you still have the law of nature in your eyes? Do the poor have to work hard?"
Lu Chen's face was full of excitement.
Many disciples around him gathered their eyes, especially when they talked about the countryside, they seemed to see their parents' bitter faces, pay official taxes, and pay village grains... Now that they have arrived at the Immortal Sect, they thought they would live a good life, but they still have this trend.
He Wu's face turned pale. Lu Chen said that poor people should work hard. He felt that it was normal for him to be angry. He dared to shout at him.
Get tired of living!
"The poor are as cheap as dogs. This is common sense. It seems that if you don't deal with you today, you are the untouchable!" He Wu said word by word.
Lu Chen sneered, he took out a herb with his left hand and shouted: "I have the spirit-gathering grass, but I won't give it to you, and I won't give it to you if I throw it to Luohe."
After falling behind, he looked behind him and shouted: "That big man, come here, this spiritual gathering grass will give you five years of worth fifty contribution points."
His words were very similar to a fight of intent, like an angry child. If you want my things, I will not give them to you.
A burly boy was stunned not far away. He was sturdy and had a strong figure and developed beyond ordinary people. He looked like he was mostly adults, but in fact, he was also from a farmer, only sixteen years old.
"Zhang Dagen, he is calling you, you are fifty contribution points, I really envy you!" Someone next to him pushed him.
Zhang Dagen reacted, and he looked timid and scared: "This thing is like a hot potato, so I don't dare to ask for it." He looked like a big and timid, but actually as timid as a mouse.
However, he regretted it a little later. He contributed fifty points and had almost half a year of income.
Lu Chen's eyes narrowed. He specially found a tall one. Unexpectedly, he was so afraid of death. There was no way. He had to look to the other side and said, "That thin bamboo pole, come here and gather the spirit grass for you!"
"Don't call me thin bamboo pole. I hate others saying I'm thin!"
A tall and thin boy walked out next to him, and the boy was careless and not afraid at all. When he arrived beside Lu Chen, he took the spirit-gathering grass and said, "I am not greedy for money when I take you spirit-gathering grass, but what you said just now has come to my heart. Yes, we are from a poor man, but poor man is not human?"
"Today, I will support you!" The tall and thin boy patted his chest, and his body that seemed to be blowing even with the wind swayed.
Lu Chen nodded gratefully. He was most afraid that no one would come out, just have one.
Two months ago, he thought that in terms of cultivation, he was so slow that he was dying. In terms of background, he could not compare to He Wu. What did he have? He had the potential of Little Black Fish, and of course there were a large number of spiritual gathering herbs.
I don’t lack the spirit grass, but others lack it, that’s enough.
As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill. He vaguely remembers that in the busy farming period, landlords and wealthy hired short-term workers, so he hired short-term workers and gave them one day of work.
If you can't beat He Wu, then pull out all the poor disciples and see who has more people.
Lu Chen had a good idea in his mind, and with his previous words, he had already made these poor children excited. The worst fire at the moment, a fire that could make them burn.
"I risked my life to go into the mountains and got ten spirit-gathering herbs. Today I will take out all of them and don't want them anymore. I will use them for us poor children." Lu Chen added another fire, giving people the feeling of being killed by planting fish.
"I still have the spirit-gathering grass! Senior brother over there, come here!"
Aside, an old-looking young man hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't resist the temptation and walked to Lu Chen.
"That big man, do you still dare to come out? I still have it! There are only ten spirit grasses. If you miss this village, there will be no shops!"
When Zhang Dagen heard the boy's call, he was still hesitating, but when he saw four people in front of him, he slapped his chest: "Brother is never afraid of death, he is not a sword cultivator."
After saying that, he walked away carelessly, thinking in his mind that fifty contribution points were worth fighting, and there were already four people, so He Wu and the others were angry and didn't look for me.
Lu Chen continued to use the Spirit Gathering Grass as a reward, and eventually attracted ten people.
These ten people dared to come out, one was from Julingcao, and the other was dissatisfied with He Wu and others.
“Aren’t we farmers humans?”
Lu Chen turned his back and said the troubles that the disciples in the sect had suffered from Fang Yu's hearing, as if he was seeking justice for them.
Word by word, those disciples who had been oppressed became more and more excited. In previous years, they were unwilling to accept it, but no one took the lead in standing up because they were afraid that He Wu would settle the score later. But this time, there were twelve people who dared to fight against He Wu head-on.
Even if He Wu and others settle the score later, can they find so many people?
If you don’t turn over now, when will you wait!
Brush!
With this idea in mind, disciples joined Lu Chen's camp one by one. These disciples did not come to gather spirit grass, but for one breath and for the future!
"He Wu, I've long seen you dissatisfied!"
"What newcomer rules? When I was risking my life and death, I dared to snatch the water orchid, are you still human?"
"If I hadn't paid the contribution points every month, I would have already practiced the third level of Qi!"
....
It seemed like a pile of dry firewood, the disciples who had been suppressed for a long time finally exploded, and their momentum became more and more fierce!
Before everyone, Fang Yu looked cold, and he seemed to be a leader from a poor man. He was not shocked, but at this time he felt shocking.
These disciples are like dry firewood, suppressed for many years, but today the flames finally burst out, and the person who ignited the fire - junior brother, you are so fucking awesome!
He had seen refugees who fled and a group of honest villagers before, but in the end, he was starving, and the village chief dared to rob official grains, and it was obvious that he did not dare to do this alone, the key was that village chief!
What’s happening now seems simple, but it’s extremely difficult to do. First of all, the first person is undoubtedly the most dangerous. My junior brother took it down, but he still pulled himself up. Moreover, the spirit gathering grass, using a total of ten spirit gathering grass, and five hundred contribution points to pull out ten people. How courage does it take?
Once ten people leave, hundreds of people follow!
Chapter completed!