After the Dongyi people were dragged into the hall, they kept sitting on the ground and yelling curses.
Meng He and others all looked embarrassed.
After receiving Zhao Xiaole's order, he began to ask the Dongyi people to speak Chinese dialect, and those who were slow to learn would be beaten.
What he didn't expect was that during the process of beating, scolding, and teaching, the Dongyi people learned some swear words first.
Communication is poor, and he curses people a lot.
The eight Yalu were dead and gone.
Instead, it’s your mother’s, his mother’s, his nana’s…
Just learn some swear words.
He was still so young. After entering the main hall, he was still full of swear words in front of Zhao Xiaole.
Meng He went up and kicked the Dongyi man on the chest, then kicked him to the ground and cursed:
"Damn it, do you know any rules? Is this what I told you to say?"
"If you dare to be too big or too young, be careful I will fucking kill you little brat!"
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
Leave the matter to a group of rough guys who are soldiers.
It's true that something can't be done well.
Sure enough, the Dongyi people on the ground started yelling and cursing again, spitting all kinds of sweet things at Meng He.
Finally, another mouthful of thick phlegm came out.
Meng He and others were furious and wanted to beat and scold them again.
"Stop it!"
Zhao Xiaole stopped them by shouting.
Meng He straightened his clothes, took a breath, suppressed his anger and reported: "Your Majesty, Dongyi people are extremely despicable. It is not appropriate to be too kind to them. It is better to wait for the subordinates to beat and scold them again to temper their despicable nature.
Leave it to the prince!"
Zhao Xiaole waved his hand and said, "It's okay, just step aside."
He doesn't need to go to all that trouble.
Let the Dongyi people learn some Chinese dialect first. After they get some information, they can be killed without beating or scolding them.
When Meng He and others heard this, they glared at the Dongyi man fiercely, turned around and retreated to the side.
When the Dongyi people saw this, their faces were full of pride.
Sitting on the ground with a proud face, as if he had won a battle.
Zhao Xiaole began to interrogate the Dongyi man and asked: "Dongyi man, can you understand what I am saying?"
The Dongyi people looked around and ignored Zhao Xiaole. He looked around like a proud general.
When Meng He and others saw this, they shouted angrily, "The prince asked you a question, do you want to answer it or not? If you don't answer, I will cut off your ears!"
When the Dongyi man heard this, he sighed and said: "My God, those who are not deaf can work, but those who can hear can understand the farts of young people!"
Meng He snorted.
Zhao Xiaole continued to ask: "Tell me, what is your name?"
Hearing this, the Dongyi people looked at Zhao Xiaole with pride, "Who do you work for? Can you also know my name?"
Zhao Xiaole stopped blocking him and waved his hand.
With sneers on their faces, Meng He and others walked over while flexing their wrists, surrounding the Dongyi people.
The Dongyi people seemed to know what was going to happen.
He immediately shouted: "Baga, Yamidie's work!"
Not long after, the shrill screams of the Dongyi people rang out from the palace.
After screaming for a long time.
Meng He and others stopped, spitting on him, and cursed: "It's your honor for the prince to ask your name, but you don't know how to appreciate it? You're looking for death!"
"Tell me, what's your name?"
The Dongyi people's eyes were full of hatred.
He didn't want to answer yet.
Looking at Meng He and others who were looking at him eagerly, the Dongyi man said angrily: "My... name... Ono Rokujiro!"
It was okay if he didn't answer, but when he answered, Meng He and others became even more angry.
Another severe beating.
While beating him, he cursed: "Master, what master? Whose master are you? How dare you fool your grandfathers, ah?"
"If you don't tell the truth, beat me to death!"
Meng He was panting from the beating. After he stopped, he still couldn't understand his hatred and ordered the others to continue beating.
Ono Rokujiro was beaten and screamed strangely. While screaming, he cursed: "You are working without faith!"
Not long after, all his Dongyi and Western scripts came out, and the entire Chinese language system was in a mess.
Eight elegant deer.
Fakyu Mazel.
…
When Zhao Xiaole heard the Western text, he asked someone to stop him and said, "Ask him if he has been to the Western world?"
"yes."
Meng He responded, slapped Ono Rokujiro's face, and asked: "Have you been to the West?
Ono Rokujiro was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded with a sneer, as if Meng He and others finally asked a question that made him feel proud.
"Of course I've been there to work!"
His face was full of pride.
What greeted me was another slap.
Snap!
After Meng He finished the fight, he cursed: "I've been there before, what's there to be proud of?"
After scolding him, he turned around and reported to Zhao Xiaole: "Your Majesty, this person is extremely dishonest. He actually calls himself Young Master and wants to slander us. I'm afraid that even having traveled to the West is a lie."
Zhao Xiaole shook his head and said: "His name is true and he is not telling lies. It is probably true that he has been to the West."
"What?"
Meng He was stunned and asked in confusion: "Could it be that his real name is... Young Master... Liucilang?"
Zhao Xiaole nodded.
Meng He turned his head and glanced at Ono Rokujiro, became angry for no reason, and slapped him again.
Snap!
After the beating, he yelled: "Made, you are a bastard, you pay me back every day, Master, what are you doing, Master?"
"I will be renamed Xiaosun from now on, do you hear me?"
Ono Rokujiro was furious, but of course he didn't want to.
Snap!
Another slap.
"Will you change it or not?"
Snap!
"Will you change it or not?"
…
Ono Rokujiro was quickly beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He never agreed, and Meng He continued to beat him.
Zhao Xiaole stopped.
If the beating continues, there will be no interrogation.
In addition, Dongyi people are like this, and they cannot change what they are born with.
Zhao Xiaole said: "Ask him why he came to China? Why did he come? What are the plans of Wang Zhi and the Dongyi people?"
After saying that, Zhao Xiaole also drew out the long knife beside him.
He held the knife and slung it behind his back, and walked slowly to the Dongyi man, ready to take his life at any time.
After being beaten and scolded by Meng He and others, Ono Rokujiro finally told the answer. He came to Central Earth because Emperor Dongyi sent him.
The purpose of coming here is to do business with Wanyi.
When asked what kind of business he does? Ono Rokujiro gave a surprising answer, coal!
coal?
Meng He and others were stunned.
If you don’t know about the coal business, how can you get involved in the coal business?
After Zhao Xiaole heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly. He immediately put the long knife on Ono Rokujiro's neck and asked the last question,
"Emperor Dongyi, why did I send you here?"
Hearing this, Ono Rokujiro looked at Zhao Xiaole faintly and laughed. He looked like a ghost when he laughed.
Extremely scary.
Under Zhao Xiaole's constant gaze, he said word by word: "I... am engaged in geological surveying!"
Meng He and others couldn't understand and wanted to fight again.
Seeing that Zhao Xiaole didn't move, he stopped.
Zhao Xiaole's eyes kept flickering, and he stared straight into Ono Rokujiro's eyes for a moment.
