"Yeah!" Basson nodded casually. In fact, he had not yet fully woken up from the hangover. He gestured to the maid next to him. The clever maid immediately brought a cup of hot water soaked in lemongrass, which had a very good effect on treating headaches caused by the hangover.

Basson drank a cup, closed his eyes and leaned against the soft pillow. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, his spirit improved a lot-lemongrass tea played a role. He looked around and asked in a low voice, "Where is Yuqi?"

"The housekeeper set out early in the morning, and he brought some game and a deer to the British!"

"Yeah!" Basong nodded. At this time, he had already recalled the incident yesterday. He moved his body hard and tried to get out of the bed. The two maids hurried over and supported his fat upper body. With the help of the two of them, Basong finally got out of the bed, put on a pair of exquisite deer-skin slippers, and ordered as he walked out: "You will give each village three dou of rice, one piece of cloth, and three dou of rice to each of the poorest families in each village. We must do it quickly and strive to do it within these two days!"

"I understand, I will immediately give three dou of rice and one piece of cloth to each village. But why should I send food to the poor people in each village?" the servant asked in confusion.

"You know what happened yesterday!" Basson sneered: "The two robbers bewitched people and said that they should distribute food to the poor. Although they definitely cannot do it, it is hard to say whether there are any people in each village who are moved. Once someone takes the lead in causing trouble, it will be troublesome. I can't hang all the farmers, otherwise who will farm next year?"

"Gao, it's really high!" The servant raised his thumb and exclaimed: "The master is indeed extremely wise. He gave rice to the poorest ones first. Naturally, these people will not get up and cause trouble. Even if a few thorns jump out and ask Zhuang Ding to arrest him, no one can say that the master is not!"

"Well! Go and do it quickly, it's not too late!" Basson nodded, and then he called on the personal servant who had already walked to the door and said, "Wait a moment, let's have someone mix the Chen rice from the warehouse in the warehouse with the bran for many years, and use this as rice to send to those poor people. Do you know?"

"Yes, Master! To be honest, these mud legs are worthy of eating bran. Master has already praised them!"

After dealing with these things, Basong walked towards the restaurant with satisfaction with the support of two maids. The dining table was filled with various dishes waiting for him to taste. Basong comfortably stuffed his fat body into the teak dining chair and began to swallow the dishes carefully cooked by the chef. At this time, he had thrown all his worries out. Shouldn't this be the case? He had made perfect arrangements, what else can he worry about?

Just as Basson was enjoying his own lunch, Songzan's revenge team had already arrived at the exterior wall of the manor. They set out at six in the morning and only rested for half an hour in the middle. The fatigue had already filled everyone's bodies, but the anger and the desire to avenge their companions gave them endless strength. The people tanned by the sun lined up in dense formations, gasping for Songzan to give the order to revenge.

"Gray Eyes!" Song Chan whispered to his deputy who was standing by silently: "You are more military than me, and you will be the one who will command this attack!" As he said that, he took a step back and stood behind Gray Eyes.

"How can this be done? You are our leader!" Gray eyes widened in surprise, and was about to refuse, but Song Gan reached out to stop him: "We are different from the nobles' army. Everyone picked up weapons not for the glory and wealth of a certain person or a certain family, but for the interests of all the poor. In our team, everyone has the same status, but the work they do is different, just like when building a house, some people want to saw wood, and some people want to be accompanied by plaster. Since you are more than me than me

If you are good at commanding the army, you should be commanding the army, so that you can make your brothers shed less blood!" At this point, Songzan paused for a moment and whispered: "Gray Eyes, I order you to serve as a commander in this battle. Everyone, including me, must obey his orders. You must capture Master Basong's manor, seize all the food and weapons, and capture Master Basong and the butler Yu Qi alive. Do you understand?" After saying that, Songzan walked into the team, took a rifle, and stood in the first position.

"I understand!" Gray eyes were persuaded by Song Gan's eloquence. He stood up straight and began to arrange the troops. People held their breath and listened carefully to the orders. There was only one person, one person staring at Song Gan and Hui's back, which was the earth walker.

As one of the first rebels to join the sangan team, the turtle walker belongs to the kind of person with a very sensitive sense of smell. He has almost never received any education and is illiterate, but with his innate feeling, he soon realized all the great enthusiasm and potential of the turtle walker. Following this man, he can get rid of the humble social class he came from and climb to a class he never dreamed of. After knowing this, the turtle walker followed the turtle walker wholeheartedly. In order to achieve that goal, he was willing to endure all pain, take all kinds of dangers, and be loyal to the turtle walker. After all, the turtle walker is his star, and he is just a planet. If he wants to become brighter, the only way is to make his star shine more. For this purpose, what can't be paid and what can't be sacrificed?

But now everything has changed subtly. Song Chan shows that in this career, everyone, even himself, is just an equal member, and set an example with his own actions. More importantly, Gray Eyes, a latecomer, has already secretly seized the position of the second person in his organization. He was born in the refugee class and knew very well that the important position of force in the power struggle. If the high-level struggle between the nobles and the monks was covered with a veil of warmth, there were more bottoms. Daggers, bayonets and sticks were much stronger than words. The things that started with quarrels and ended with fire were too many. Did the earth walkers really see too much? Did everything he had done before was wasted? He couldn't help but meditate.

"I'll act like this later. If anyone still doesn't understand, you can start asking now!"

A voice woke the earth walker from his contemplation. He raised his head and saw gray eyes patiently explaining the details of the military operation to a small leader. Only then did he realize that he had missed the announcement of the action plan just now. He quickly turned around and whispered to his deputy beside him: "Did the commander let us attack the main gate just now?"

"No, boss, did you not hear it clearly just now? The commander asked us to rush to the side door first, lurk in front of the door, and then start attacking when we heard the gunfire!" The deputy replied, a little surprised that the boss who was very capable in daily life suddenly became like this.

The earth walker hurriedly covered up and said, "Oh, I just remembered the tragic deaths of Kubu and Buji. I was a little distracted. Fortunately, you heard it, otherwise you would have missed the big thing!"

The simple deputy did not see through the lies of the Land Walker and replied: "So that's the case. I hate the noble master and the housekeeper just like you. It's better to wait until the two bastards fall into our hands. At that time, you must hit them with two hundred whips to avenge your companions!"
Chapter completed!