MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 414 Die without peace of mind

Many people simply do not have the qualities to serve as officials and serve the people. Ziyu and Libai cannot let such people become county magistrates or prefects as soon as they come.

The head of the fake Beidi was carried to Luokou City by a small team of fast horses, and gongs were beaten wherever they passed.

 “The thief emperor of the Northern Kingdom, Xiao Yuanliang, has his head, come here for a visit!”

The people who had faith waited early for the horse to pass by, and they were very happy to see the human head carried in front of the horse.

 After all, not everyone can go to Yundu and behead their heads.

 …

In Luokou City, Jiang Zifeng and Gao Feng read the official document signed by the emperor and the imperial advisor at the same time, and clapped the table and cheered loudly.

“On the sixth day of the lunar month, feel free to leave this matter to us. Just wait here!

I have wanted to **** Xiao Yuanliang for a long time. You don’t know how embarrassed he is now. Unexpectedly, he even got a golden cicada out of his shell.

Looking at where he is going now, I have to catch him, give him a cut of 3,600 knives, and make him into a human pig. "

Jiang Zifeng thought that when the soldiers ate every day, Xiao Yuanliang, who had turned into a human pig, would be placed in the center.

 Letting everyone take his food will always make people remember the heinous crimes Xiao Yuanliang committed.

“Brother Jiang, are you becoming more and more capable, or are you just living happily on the border?

 We are not so lucky to be able to fight Xiao Yuanliang directly. We are really envious! "

On the sixth day of the lunar month, I touched Jiang Zifeng's armor. He looked so greedy, like a child who couldn't get his beloved toy.

“On the sixth day of the lunar month, who doesn’t envy you for being able to work beside the emperor and the national preceptor? We don’t even have the qualifications to do so.

Let’s talk about the strange things in Yundu. The emperor and the imperial master must be showing off their skills again! "

A few people complimented each other and envied each other from the bottom of their hearts. I can only say that each has his or her own merits!

As soon as Chu Liu heard that he was going to talk about the strange things in Yundu, he talked endlessly, with a proud expression as if he had done everything.

“You don’t know that the palace has an open day on the first day of every month, and ordinary people can make an appointment in advance to visit the palace.

Moreover, you can also bid for items used by the emperor or the imperial advisor, not to mention small embroidery items and second-hand clothes produced by the nuns in the palace.

Some merchants are focusing on this area, selling them at high prices, and the people who buy them are going crazy. "

On the sixth day of the lunar month, I thought that when he was resting, he also sold the old clothes that he didn't wear, and he was able to sell them for five taels of silver.

Although the money was not much, it made him very happy. In the past, old clothes were made into soles.

“No, brother, why does the emperor still have this trick?

Let me put it into perspective, the progress is too fast and I can’t react. Gao Feng asked while scratching his chin to think about the problem.

“Isn’t the Emperor afraid that someone will buy palace clothes and pretend to be someone else and do bad things?

For example, if something happens to the bodyguard uniform, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of the emperor and the imperial advisor? "

“Hey, there’s nothing to worry about. The more old clothes are exposed, the more people will understand that they are second-hand clothes and can be bought with money.

 In this way, you will not be deceived by people with ulterior motives. You will understand if you pay attention.

 Our clothes are distributed according to the seasons, and the clothes in each season are slightly different. "Chu Qi said proudly.

If people could really impersonate them casually, the emperor would not let them sell old clothes.

 Besides, many of the clothes are sold only when they are damaged and faded.

Whoever is willing to give up 70% to 80% new clothes should not do so. They have come from hard times and cannot be extravagant and wasteful.

 Besides, the emperor and the imperial advisor are both thrifty, so what reason do they have to waste.

On the sixth and seventh day of the lunar month, you talked to each other, talking about the fake Beidi paraded through the streets, and the people kowtow to thank the emperor and the national preceptor.

Several people were deeply moved and felt lucky for their determination at the time. Otherwise, how could they have prospered like ordinary people?   …

Jiang Zifeng took Chu Liu to Huaide Mansion. When they saw the Huaide Mansion that was leaking from all sides in the cold wind, neither of them dared to go to the room.

 They were afraid that the house would accidentally collapse and Xiao Yuanliang would run away. Where would they go to catch him?

In order to let Xiao Yuanliang take a few more breaths, the two of them just hung the head on the door knocker of the government office and walked away.

Of course he should go back and prepare for battle. No matter how Xiao Yuanliang is defeated, he still cannot take it lightly.

 Underestimating the enemy is a taboo when leading troops in war. The emperor and national advisors often reminded them.

 …

 Three days later, thousands of miles of snow fell.

On a day when dripping water turned into ice, on the border of Huaide Mansion, where thousands of people had disappeared, a group of white-clothed people blended in with the snow and slid past.

The Huaide Mansion Yamen was half crushed by snow, and the cold wind blew snowflakes as big as catkins into the main hall, which was still standing.

Xiao Yuanliang, who could only use tables, chairs and benches to keep warm, had more than half of the pot of meat tumbling in a broken hanging pot that was burning.

Behind him is a half-parted horse. Even the bones are held in the hands of hungry people and chewed slowly.

 “嚓…嚓!”

The sinister Xiao Yuanliang, with a beard on his face, was silently sharpening his notched sword on the stone in front of him.

The men in the dilapidated house were staring at the meat in the hanging pot, their throats rolling.

He looked so hungry and greedy that he wanted to swallow the hanging pot in one gulp.

　　"Eat, give it all to me in big gulps. After this meal, go and kill as many people as possible." Gao Yuan, who had only one arm left, stared at the crowd hatefully.

 “Surge into Yundu, sacrifice the emperor’s head to the flag, and avenge the bloodshed of thousands of compatriots.

Well…"

Before he could finish speaking, Gao Yuan fell straight to the ground, clutching his throat and staring out in horror.

　　A big mouth opened and closed, but not a single syllable came out. People in the room alertly pounced on the weapons in the corner.

　　　“咻…咻…咻!”

Rows of arrows rushed towards the people in the house without even saying hello. An arrow heading towards the fire instantly emitted a puff of smoke.

 “No, there’s smoke!”

Xiao Yuanliang only had time to remind him before he staggered against the corner and lost strength. He opened his heavy eyelids reluctantly.

Looking at the blurry figure that was getting closer and closer, his head was cut off with a knife, and he couldn't even feel the pain.

 This also made Xiao Yuanliang understand that people cannot feel pain before death.

From the beginning to the end, Xiao Yuanliang disappeared from this world forever without even seeing what the other party looked like.

I don’t even know who the emperor and the imperial advisor of Daxia were, let alone the fact that the emperor of Daxia was a woman.

The Northern Emperor, Xiao Yuanliang, who was famous for his cruelty, has withdrawn from the stage of history forever and died anonymously in this desolate border.

 Xiao Yuanliang's troops were completely wiped out, together with the false emperor's head, and burned in this dilapidated government office.

 Jiang Zifeng, Chu Liu, Chu Qi, Chu Shi, Thirteen, Gao Feng and others looked at the fire with added ingredients, and they all showed smiles of relief.

The Beimang people are like a heavy stone weighing on their hearts. If they are not destroyed for a day, there will be no peace for a day.