half year later.

Jianning City, Shuimen Restaurant.

As a long-established restaurant, although it has been closed several times due to wars and most of its staff has been changed, it is still one of the best restaurants in the city.

And because the prices are affordable, people who come include ordinary people, wealthy businessmen, and even scholars and petty officials.

The strange thing is that all the diners have hair on their heads that is half a finger or a finger long.

"I can still drink!"

At a table near the middle of the first floor, four big men were drinking heavily. One of them, a bearded man, stood up, picked up the half-full wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

When people around heard the sound, they just smiled and ignored it.

This kind of thing is normal, as long as it doesn't bother you.

"readily!"

After the bearded man finished drinking, he put the empty jar on the table and sat down happily with a maroon face.

Several people at the same table clapped their hands and praised: "Good drinker."

"Where, where."

The bearded man rubbed his half-finger-long hair, looked at the waiter not far away who was getting dressed, and shouted: "Waiter, bring me two more jars of wine."

"Okay, sir, I'll get it for you right now."

The waiter, who is young but very smart, responded immediately.

Before the wine was delivered, the bearded man held the rice bowl in front of him, picked up a piece of beef and took a big mouthful of white rice. While chewing, he said vaguely: "This rice, no matter how many times I eat it, is still so delicious."

The people at the same table looked at each other and started eating.

"My biggest wish in the past was to be able to occasionally eat a bowl of rice made of polished rice. But now my wish has actually come true, and it has exceeded it a lot."

"Thank God for allowing us to have so many rice seeds with high yield and good quality."

"Thank God for what. The person you should thank most is Mr. Wan. If he hadn't spread the seeds all over the world, how would you still have the strength to say this?"

Several people said something to each other, and they were all a little drunk.

"Speak of it."

The bearded man looked a little drunk: "If it weren't for Mr. Wan, our current life would probably be worse than that of pigs and dogs."

"It is precisely because Mr. Wan eradicated most of the barbarian nobles that we and other Zhao people were able to stand up."

"I get angry when I think of those barbarians. If they hadn't perished half a month ago, I would have joined the army to make them look good!"

The four bearded men talked loudly.

As soon as the waiter brought the wine, they immediately poured it into four large bowls and drank heavily.

"Nowadays, there are many disputes in the world. There are dozens of regimes, large and small, but there are only three regimes that are far more powerful than other regimes."

"To the north is King Zhao, the son of the late emperor Zhao Shou, to the east is King Qi who claims to have inherited the legacy of the previous dynasty, and beyond that is our King of Han's congratulations."

"No matter who wins, this world belongs to us people of Zhao, not to those foreign barbarians."

The four of them drank a bowl of wine again.

Unexpectedly, a handsome-looking scholar sitting next to me suddenly interjected: "Have you ever thought that if this world was still ruled by Taisho, it would already be peaceful and peaceful now?"

The surrounding sounds quieted down at this moment, and you could hear a pin drop.

After regaining control of the country, those with pig tails shaved off their pig tails, and the "Taishō" who were forced to change their mouths also changed back to "Barbarian".

At this time, those who still call the barbarian country the righteous are either hypocritical or out of mind.

"I finally got rid of my pig tail and became a human again. Do you still want me to continue to be a beast?"

The bearded man looked at the delicate scholar with a cold face.

"vulgar!"

The delicate scholar did not notice the abnormalities around him, nor the hints given by the scholars at the same table, and said arrogantly: "How can you become a beast after shaving your hair? Don't Taisho people also have the same hair?"

And that’s not called pig tails, it’s called money braids…”

Before he could finish speaking, a wine bowl flew from behind him and hit him accurately on the head.

Snapped!

The wine bowl was broken, and the handsome scholar fell to the ground with a bloody head and screamed: "Who? Who attacked me? Stand up for me if you have the guts!"

"..."

The three scholars at the same table with him looked at the eager eyes around them, looked at each other, raised their wine bowls, and then threw them at the delicate scholar.

next moment.

Nearly half of the diners got up from their seats and rushed towards the handsome scholar, having close contact with him with their fists and feet.

Many people who were too far away could not even see them, let alone bump into them, because the speed was a little slower.

The delicate scholar's screams were soon drowned in other sounds.

Just when this scene happened.

There is an old man and a young man at a table in the corner. The young man is looking at the old man at the same table.

"Brother Jiang."

Wan Jinghao looked a little confused and asked softly: "Am I too selfish?"

"Why do you think so?"

Jiang Ren turned his attention away and asked curiously.

Wan Jinghao lowered his head: "If I had not taken action against the barbarians, all the Central Plains would now be in the hands of the barbarians. Then many people would no longer have to suffer from the war, and a lot of people would die less, right?"

Jiang Ren said casually: "That depends on what you think."

Wan Jinghao raised his head: "Brother Jiang, please clarify."

Jiang Ren picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "The number of barbarians is less than 10% of the Zhao people. If they want to rule the Zhao people, the easiest way is to destroy the dignity and self-confidence of the Zhao people and classify themselves as a privileged class. Do you think they will

What is the punishment for killing a Zhao person?"

Wan Jinghao was silent for a long time: "There will be no punishment?"

"That's not the case. A fine is still necessary. After all, pigs and dogs are valuable. It is one thing that future generations will be slaughtered."

Jiang Ren paused and then said: "On the other hand, when a new war technology that can change the world appears, although the barbarians can learn to master it, doing so may lead to changes in their rule. What do you think?

Will they choose to sequester that technology or continue to learn it?"

Wan Jinghao replied: "Seal it?"

Although he is not very knowledgeable about politics, he also knows that except for a few enterprising people, most people in power like to maintain stability.

Jiang Ren nodded: "Do you know who else is there in this world besides Da Zhao and barbarians?"

Wan Jinghao thought for a while: "Kunlun slave? White-skinned ghost?"

Jiang Ren: "Yes, but what do you think the Kunlun slaves and the white-skinned ghosts will do to you, who are rich in resources and population, if they master that kind of technology?"

Wan Jinghao's face darkened: "If they are not from our clan, they will have different intentions, and they will start a war!"

Jiang Ren: "At that time, the people of Da Zhao, who have been oppressed like pigs and dogs, will be oppressed even worse and become worse than pigs and dogs."

Wan Jinghao was stunned for a moment and said no more.

"To sum up, whether you overthrow the barbarian country or not, is actually the difference between short-term pain and long-term pain."

Jiang Ren poured himself a glass of wine and said: "The short-term pain is to overthrow the barbarian country, and millions of Zhao people may die in a short period of time. The long-term pain is to not overthrow the barbarian country, which will lead to the defeat of the entire nation."

The spine was broken, and thousands or hundreds of millions of Zhao people died in the following hundreds of years."

Wan Jinghao's pupils narrowed slightly, and the trace of confusion in his heart disappeared instantly.

Although he is not a human now, he also hopes that everyone in Zhao will be like a dragon in the future.

Instead of being transformed into a stupid beast that is allowed to be slaughtered under the rule of foreigners, has roots in its knees, and recognizes thieves as its father.

Thinking about it this way, what if a million more people die now?

He would still do that even if he had to turn over a few more pages and face eternal infamy.

aside.

The gang fight between a group of people against one person has ended.

I saw that the delicate scholar no longer had any trace of delicacy. He was covered in footprints, the bridge of his nose was kicked and bent, the corners of his eyes and mouth were split, and his clothes were torn into rags. It was so miserable.

Soon, he was thrown outside the restaurant by the diners.

When the police officers who came after hearing the news learned the reason, they didn't say anything. They just asked a few diners to help carry the delicate scholar to a nearby hospital.

Whatever the elegant scholar said would be a serious crime of beheading under any king.

Now he has just been beaten, which can be said to be an advantage for him.
To be continued...