The village chief looked at the tall, fat and thin in front of him. No, there were about twenty short and thin men. Anyway, his mental outlook was very average, and he couldn't tell what a strong soldier in the world looked like.

The men who were called were holding their cuffs, and no one stood attentively, walked around and greeted each other. Most of them lamented that they could lose tribute this year, and they didn’t have to go to build a city for the lord in winter, and maybe they could afford rice cakes on the New Year, etc. They didn’t have the awareness of sending troops to fight a broken war.

At this time, Xiaopingta was still moving a stool for the village chief. After the village chief sat down, he took out a cloth bag from his arms, which contained more than twenty beans, including twelve red beans, and the person who was smoking went to serve the public.

At this time, the two charcoal burners took the initiative to come forward and said that they were the only ones who could do the arch foot (after all, they went into the mountains to cut trees, and they also brought some hunting bows to defend themselves, and occasionally shot pheasants, rabbits and other teeth-beating sacrifices, because Japan does not have large predatory cats, and the largest one is wild boar), so there is no need to smoke. Others also agreed to this decision, so the village chief poured out three red beans representing the two bows and the formation man. The two charcoal burners were also calmly dealing with it.

After the end of this little episode, the others didn't talk about any order and stretched out the bag in the village chief's hand. It seemed that the early pump could take advantage of it. Xiaoping was too small to squeeze them, so he waited for a while.

The remaining people quickly pulled the result, and the people who got the draw showed joy, and those who didn't get the draw were still a little lost. Xiaopingta also got the draw, and he was still in the monk Zhang Er's mind. He muttered: "There is one of the second guns, so is it going to be a little bit?"

The village chief relied on his height advantage of 1.5 meters (yes, in the Warring States Period, he had a height advantage of more than 1.5 meters), patted Xiaopingta on the shoulder: "If you don't have the turn, you can do it carefully."

Xiaopingta was shocked now! What the hell is it that it’s not hot to eat shit? You have to queue up to be divided into orders when you die?

At this time, the rice ball was prepared and sent out in a wooden basin. A unique aroma of rice wafted out. For farmers who had never eaten rice several times in their lifetime, it seemed like a seductive little fairy was waving, and almost everyone subconsciously swallowed. (It is necessary to explain here that this plot describes many novels, but after finally eating rice, sheds with excitement, etc. The plot of this kind is just a slag that even Baidu is too lazy to check. As for why, it is because after the rice is shed, if it is just rolled over, the rice will have a disgusting earthy smell, whether it is cooking porridge or cooking, and people who travel through time will definitely not be able to eat it)

The village chief took out two rice balls with the bamboo leaves and handed them to a man in his twenties, and asked him if his umbrella had been sold at the shrine this year. The man nodded and said that he had sold it for 700 cents this year. The village chief nodded and asked him to go home and prepare well.

He asked another person who was too younger than Xiaoping if the wild paint picked in his home this year had been burned. The man's parents immediately said that, so the village chief nodded and handed the rice ball to this person.

The rest of the people didn't ask much about it and sent them home with two rice balls, asking them to go out tomorrow morning to gather. Xiaopingtai immediately packed up the village chief's house and sent it to the village chief's house in his hand.

As a time traveler, Xiaoheita was still struggling with why she couldn't even get in the front row even if she died. The village chief decided to tell him: "When your father was there, he could collect herbs and go to the shrine to exchange for money. Now that he is dead, you are alone. The family's annual income is only two jin of literature and can't afford it, so it is naturally not easy to be a good person."

Since Xiaoping Tai's father died, he has been removed from the military account. Xiaoping Tai felt sorry for him. Online articles killed people. I, a time traveler, cannot even die because I am poor.

I was speechless all night, and now the entire river valley is mobilizing troops, so I definitely can't escape. I have to comfort myself that if I try to kill the enemy general, I might succeed.

At sunrise, everyone was already standing in front of the village chief's house. The village chief was holding a horse-top helmet and a very sexy man stood up in front of the sky, with a too-sword tied around his waist and a gun immediately hung.

The others were much different. Yesterday, two people who were asked alone came to the head, wearing half-new and old-fashioned, with a rib gap between their waists, holding two guns, and three people had only one gun, carrying a wooden box, carrying a sickle, flint, straw rope, straw mat and other miscellaneous items. Another barely considered the old servant in the village chief's family. Judging from his appearance, burning fire must be better than fighting a broken war (yes, the military service has six people, but in fact, three people have three people have a small person).

Xiaopingta was carrying a forehead wiping, carrying a gun, and behind her was a flag, a completely white white flag with no decoration. He just wanted to say that it was tied too tightly by the straw rope and was a little breathless.
Chapter completed!