"Dog said, your heart is too cruel! Your heart is too cruel!" Zhang Zhao, the Zhang Erlangjun who Ma Yaozi was thinking about, was completely shocked at this time. He glared with his eyes wide open and sighed.

What surprised Zhang Zhao was nothing else, but the old man Ge Duo's kuoku. The location of the kuoku is in the Thirty-Three Guanyin Temple behind the stone building. After Qiongredo Jin knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, burned incense and prayed to remove the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, a huge cave appeared.

"Erlangjun, I'm here!" Old Zhang Zhong beside him was so excited that he was slapped all over, and Qi Xiahu looked like he was about to cry.

Because when the leader of the village could only pinch salt for two days, Gedu's warehouse had fifty bags of coarse salt from Ganzhou alone, and at least thirty kilograms of salt per bag, which was 1,500 kilograms of salt! It's enough for them to spend two hundred people in their village to eat for two years.

Lady Cao San glanced at Zhang Zhao, and she knew what it meant to be too cruel when Zhang Zhao was muttering.

Ge Du's men controlled only less than 500 people, and there were 20 of them that he had to win over. If we counted the fifty years-long horse thieves who could not be exploited by Ge Du, and the more than 30 relatives were reduced, the remaining ones could be exploited by Ge Du, which would be less than 400 people.

Only by looking at the storage in this database briefly, you have to exploit it to the point of being angry and resentful, so that you can accumulate so much cloth, money and food!

"Zhongweng, please bring all these things out. Qiongredo, call all the people in this mountain village over, and bring your relatives, kill cattle and sheep, and have something to say to them."

‘Moo! Moo!’ A yak tied to a wooden stake roared reluctantly, obviously it also felt something was wrong.

Opposite the yak, Qi Xiahu had just finished washing the knives with boiling water, and then in full view of the crowd, wearing a pair of calf shorts in the cold wind, began to wash himself.

His wife and brother sang and danced behind Qi Xiahu. Zhang Zhao listened carefully and said, "What a guy, he was actually talking about the mantra of rebirth, and he was feeling that this person was rescuing the yak in front of him."

When Zhang Zhao was a little confused, the San Madam Cao beside him had closed her eyes and folded her hands together, and Old Zhang Zhong also folded her hands together, looking extremely pious.

"Although this long-haired cow cannot plow the land, it is also a cow! Sin! Namo Amitabha, Dotagado, Dotaya."

You have sinned! You have swallowed several salivas, okay? Zhang Zhao couldn't help but want to complain, okay! He looked around and saw that as long as it was a man's, everyone clasped their hands and recited the mantra of rebirth.

This is killing cattle! In this era, a cattle is more important than the life of an ordinary farmer. Although the yaks on the opposite side cannot be used to plow the land, they still gave the yaks the treatment of plowing cattle.

As soon as the mantra of rebirth was recited, Qi Xiahu walked towards the tied yaks with a black cloth.

It's amazing. Whenever the black cloth covers the eyes of the yak, the yak will kneel down, and then, without much struggle, stabbing it to the heart. When the cattle blood filled a wooden barrel, the blindfolded yak just shook gently.

In a short while, all four yaks were dealt with. Seven or eight long-wool sheep who were still leisurely eating grass on the hillside were also arrested, but they were not treated so well. The Uighur named Huang Yanger held a short knife and flew around with his hands, and the whole sheepskin was peeled off after a while.

While killing cattle and sheep, several women following them began to pour cleaned corn into a few large pots mounted on the temporary stove. Pieces of ghee and large tea bricks were also poured into another large pot, and the aroma of oil was spread far away.

It looks like I want to give up food! Is the new Dagan going to give them a reward for meat? A large group of squinted muslims staring at the beef, mutton and butter tea with saliva, looking at it, wanting to come but dare not come.

They didn't even dare to take more things when they just captured Ge Du Shi Tower. They killed dozens of Ge Du relatives with viciousness, but they didn't dare to get close to Zhang Zhao at all.

However, adults could not help but the children could not help it. They did not dare to come up to get food directly, but greedily sucked the aroma around the big pot of butter tea, as if this could suck the butter tea into their stomachs from the air.

Gradually, seeing that Zhang Zhao did not give the order to drive away the children, the adults also walked over tentatively. I don’t know who led the lead, and people kept kneeling on the cold ground, as if they wanted to kneel down and beg Zhang Zhao for mercy.

There were more and more people. After a while, at least fifty people knelt on the open space where cattle, sheep, butter tea were cooked, including old and young, men kneeled in front and women kneeled behind, as if they knew that Zhang Zhao was the leader, and the younger children were also leaning against the fire, staring at him blankly!

He opened his mouth, and Zhang Zhao didn't know what to say. The group of people in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable. He had seen poor people. Before traveling through time, he had also visited old, young, and poor areas to comfort left-behind children.

Zhang Zhao felt that eating potato rice for three meals can only eat some meat every now and then. Without drinks, toys, and TV, the left-behind children whose parents were not around were living a miserable life. But compared with the group of people in front of him, they were at least dozens of times happier!

The group of people in front of me only had a complete set of clothes only when the men kneeled on the two rows in front of me. The ones behind were covered in rags, made of unknown materials, and they could not be called clothes. There was no top or pants. Anyway, they were just a piece of rag sewn on the skin and slapped on their bodies, just like animals.

In such a cold winter, there was no rotten linen or animal hair exposed in the ripped holes of their clothes, but a bunch of hay.

When Zhang Zhao was a child, he heard from his great-grandfather that poor people had nothing to keep warm during winter, so they could only store some hay and stuff it into their clothes, and then tie the clothes tightly with ropes or kudzu vines to achieve the purpose of keeping warm!

Everyone was dark, and it looked like they had never taken a bath. Most people had no shoes. Their cold feet were presented in front of Zhang Zhao. Whenever a cold wind blew, the crowd trembled like leaves in the wind!

Look at the children leaning against the fire, you can't tell their age at all. All the children look thin and small, and their thin arms make their heads look particularly big. You can't tell which ones are boys and which ones are girls, because they all look the same!

The two pairs of red-cold faces had two bubbles of snot that seemed to never run dry. The ears and hands were covered with frostbite, and the eyes were no longer innocent and agility, only thirst, the desire for fullness, and the desire for warm clothing.

Only when they try hard to twitch their noses and smell the aroma of meat and ghee from the pot can you see a human expression on their faces.

What kind of fucking society is this? How could Ge Duo attack such a person?

After sucking in for a long time, Zhang Zhao was about to say something, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he could only wave his hand.

"Start meal! Have a fucking meal first!"
Chapter completed!