Back Off, Let Me Come Chapter 689

  Sibao County, official office.

  There are crowds of people in front of the official office.

   There is a small official sitting at the door with a pen to register the roster.

  The line was long, men and women, old and young, all of whom were dressed in rough clothes made of Gebu. Clothes made of this material are not warm. Even if the common people add stuffing such as reeds and catkins to them, and wear a few pieces inside and out, they still shiver from the cold.

  The common people who have not yet had their turn can only hug their shoulders and stomp their feet to keep warm.

  At the front of the line, the official asked, "What's your name?"

   "My name is Wang Tieniu."

The little official wrote down the name and serial number on a blank piece of bamboo, handed it to Wang Tieniu in front of him, pointed behind him and said, "Take this thing, and walk along the path framed by the rope. Don't wander around, you understand?"

  Wang Tieniu thank you for accepting it.

  The little official rushed to the back and said, "Next."

  What is the Sibao County Government Office doing?

   This matter dates back to a few days ago.

  On that day, the government office suddenly posted a notice saying that as long as they are ordinary people from Sibao County, between the ages of six and thirty-six, and good-looking people, they can come to the government office to participate in the selection activities. Those who are selected will be rewarded with a bolt of silk cloth, and those who are unsuccessful will also receive a consolation prize of half a catty of pork and a catty of cotton. Common people don't know what cotton is, but they know pork!

   It is estimated that this cotton can also be used for cooking.

  How many people have meat on New Years and holidays throughout the year?

   They don't want cotton, but they also want half a catty of meat!

   One after another came to ask how to get the prize, but the officials in charge of this matter were tight-lipped, just saying that they could come and participate. The common people were apprehensive, but they couldn't resist the temptation of half a catty of meat, so they wanted to come and try it. The same is true for Wang Tieniu. It was the first time in his life that he entered a county government office. Even if the petty official didn't tell him, he didn't dare to look around. He kept his head down and walked along that line.

   This place is the abandoned outer courtyard of the government office. It was simply cleared up and used at this time. Someone outside the door was responsible for collecting the bamboo pieces, and pointed to the inside of the house and said: "Don't be nervous, go in."

   Within a quarter of an hour, he came out.

  Holding half a catty of pork and cotton in his hand.

  The villagers who were still in line hurriedly asked him what was going on inside.

  Wang Tieniu said in a daze: "...the important people in it don't know what to do, they just want to see how happy we are, how angry we are, how sad we are... Isn't this too idle?"

  He was still dazed when he got the consolation prize.

   Got the reward so easily?

   Isn't this easier than picking it up for nothing?

   I didn't expect these big figures in the government office to have this habit.

  The villagers in the same village were confused.

  As more and more common people received consolation prizes, the three news spread their wings and flew all over Xiaocheng. Firstly, these big men in the official office have eccentricities; secondly, the pork in the official office is so delicious that people drool; thirdly, the cotton is not a vegetable but a warm thing.

  Although there is only one catty of cotton, it is warmer than four or five coarse Gebu coats filled with reed flowers. The official office also announced that cotton will be grown on a large scale in Sibao County. In the coming winter, they can buy this kind of clothes at a low price.

  In a period of time, whichever cotton-filled winter coat can attract countless envious eyes, only relatives and friends with good relations can try it on for a while. Wrapping the upper body in a cotton coat for a while, the chilly body that was leaking everywhere was warmed up.

  The common people are looking forward to this.

   Merchants with a keen sense of smell are even more aware of business opportunities.

  Spent a lot of money to open up the relationship between the government and the government, and beat around the bush to inquire about cotton. If you can buy it first and smuggle it to other places at a high price, it will be a huge profit!

   However, promoting cotton is not the main purpose.

  The ultimate goal of the government office is to form a troupe!

  In the words of the protagonist, it is to turn the storybook into a video!

  The selection of talents with acting talent in the past few days is precisely for this reason. By the way, the event will be used to promote Cotton to facilitate future promotion. After a lot of work, Mian Mian has been widely advertised, but there are not many people who are talented in acting.

  The appearance is not outstanding, at most it can be regarded as decent, but this is not a problem. If there is a prayer, how many acquired beauties are there? Because Shen Tang only talked to Lin Feng about the general idea before, provided a general direction, and did not involve specific operations, which led to the "Video-based Storytelling" project can only be completed by everyone's imagination. This really stumped the people who stayed behind.

   In the end, Liao Jia made a rescue.

   Without him, he has seen a lot.

As a gifted illegitimate child of the little royal family, Liao Jia is used to singing and dancing at banquets, so it is similar to "telling the script for film and television", the difference is that the former sings and dances, while the latter reads the script according to the script, plus appropriate scene layout , should be close to ten. It's just easier said than done, the common people are basically blind, and it's so difficult to memorize large fragments of dialogue between characters.

  Liao Jia sighed: "This is too embarrassing..."

   It is difficult for the selected person to recite the dialogue.

   It is harder for them to act out the characters in the story.

  Can't Lin Feng collect some scripts whose identities are closer to common people? The characters are either nobles or nobles, or nobles from aristocratic families. Literary scholars and brave warriors are even more standard. Even if the protagonist is really a commoner, the subsequent development class will also change.

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   "This 'five elements are immoral', really immoral!"

  But thinking that if the plan is successful, the government can use it to influence the thoughts of the people under the rule, and it is worth it.

  Liao Jia muttered endlessly, until he smelled a sudden **** breath, looked in the direction of the breath, pointed to Qishan's hand and said: "Yuanliang, what's wrong with your hand..."

   Qishan was also looking at his palm.

  A wound runs through the palm.

   There was an extremely violent martial aura attached to the wound, Liao Jia suddenly stood up to guard. Qishan's expression remained the same: "It's okay, there is movement from the Lord's side, presumably he met a strong enemy."

  He calmly tore off a piece of cloth to bind the wound.

  Just about to stand up, there was a sharp pain in the shoulder.

  Qishan swayed twice, and fell forward, Liao Jia quickly supported him, and the hand on Qishan's shoulder was soon stained red with warm blood. Qi Shan took a deep breath and said, "Help me to the side room, and then invite Old Doctor Dong to come over."

  Old Physician Dong obviously knew something.

  As soon as he heard that Qishan was injured, he hurriedly carried the medicine box on his back.

  When he came over, Qishan had seven wounds on his body. Old doctor Dong took off his clothes, and Liao Jia suddenly opened his eyes wide when he saw the wound on Qishan's body. The other wounds were not fatal, except the one from the shoulder to the waist...

   It was also the first time Dr. Dong saw it.

   said: "Also ask the master to run the literary energy to protect the heart."

   Wen Qi movement can speed up the healing of injuries.

  Qi Shan said: "I'm protecting it."

   After all, he also cherishes his life.

  Old Physician Dong took out the silver needle and burned it with fire.

  Although the literary spirit of a scribe can also stop bleeding, it will take effect faster if supplemented with acupuncture. Old doctor Dong was about to give an injection, when Qi Shan's arm suddenly appeared a blood spurt. He sighed, "What kind of opponent Shen Jun has met?"

  Because Dr. Dong had treated Qishan several times, the origin of the wound was not hidden from him. As a doctor, he sees and feels the magic of this world once. There is actually someone in this world who can share the pain of another person across thousands of mountains and rivers!

  Qi Shan's face faded from blood loss.

  Even talking is a bit difficult.

  He said: "It must be stronger than Gong Xiqiu."

  Old Physician Dong said: "That is truly a formidable enemy!"

  Qi Shan looked down at the wound on his chest that didn't ooze blood, but felt lucky in his heart. His way of literati can take half of Shen Tang's injuries. If all these injuries were applied to her, although she would not die, she would still be in a difficult situation.

   Just thinking about it, a mouthful of blood overflowed from his throat.

  Old Physician Dong calmly handed him the handkerchief.

   "Pray to the Master Book, wipe."

  Liao Jia looked at Qishan: "Yuanliang, you..."

  Qi Shan said: "Don't worry, the Lord won't die there."

   She can't even die when Hades comes!

   Liao Jia frowned so much that he could tie several knots, suppressing his anger: "Jia is not worried about the lord, but you! Qi Yuanliang, with such a serious injury, can you still laugh?"

   Are you really not afraid of Ga?

  Qi Shan responded to him with a smile: "It's really pleasant."

  Liao Jia: "..."

  Qi Shan said: "Because I feel at ease now."

  He raised his hand, carefully feeling the pain and wounds in his body that did not belong to him, feeling happy.

  These wounds prove that Shen Tang has always trusted him.

  She has always been the protagonist he longs for, and even more importantly, his most important existence in the world. You don't have to experience the second time in your lifetime - the pain of an important person dying in front of you but powerless. The heart-piercing pain was enough to kill all his motivation to survive. Liao Jia couldn't empathize with this slightly morbid joy, so I feel sorry for him.

  Liao Jia: "..."

  Hehehe, he didn't feel sorry at all.

  Using the spirit of speech to help Qishan recover the exhausted literary energy.

  Qishan sincerely said: "Thank you."

  Liao Jia: "If you die, who will Jia ask for debt?"

   There were still wounds after that, but none of them were fatal, but the number looked scary: "This is not dead, you are lucky!"

  Pray for kindness without shame: "The scourge will last for thousands of years!"

  Liao Jia and Dr. Dong stayed on guard for two hours.

   Seeing that it was getting dark outside, Liao Jia asked the official chef to cook some medicinal food for Qishan to nourish blood and nourish Qi. I thought that the battle should also come to an end, but who knows that this guard will last a day and a night. Qi Shan's body's literary energy replenished several times. Dan Mansion's Wen Qi can replenish, but it is difficult to recover from physical and mental fatigue, and he can only barely maintain his sobriety. Just at this moment, the originally full Dan Mansion was emptied of energy in an instant, and Qi Shan suddenly closed his eyes. Liao Jia was so frightened that he thought that his soul had returned to the underworld.

  Physician Dong checked his pulse.

   "Fell asleep."

  Liao Jia asked: "Is the person not dead?"

  Old Physician Dong said firmly, "Well, I'm alive."

  At the same time, they also found that after Qishan passed out, there were no new wounds on his body. This proves that the war on the side of the lord/Shen Jun has come to an end for the time being. Old Doctor Dong looked at the sleeping face peacefully praying for good, and said, "It's a hard fight!"

  Liao Jia was worried: "I don't know how to win or lose."

  Old Physician Dong said: "Shen Jun's martial fortune is prosperous, even if there is a bumpy moment, I believe that she will turn the danger into good luck in the end."

  The battlefield was brutal, far beyond the imagination of the two of them.

  This matter has to start from the first day, when Huang Lie said "three armies, attack". Jiang Ao is conceited about his strength, so he naturally wants to fight three games to win. With the 100,000 elite soldiers on our side and the morale increase of the winning streak, it will not be a problem to level up the rotten fish and shrimps in front of us.

  As for the coalition forces refusing to fight, go to war directly?

  Jiang Ao didn't have this possibility in his mind.

  He is sure that the coalition forces do not have the courage!

  The reason is also simple, the coalition forces are not as strong as our own, if we still give up the opportunity of fighting generals—even if the winning rate is slim, what if? Idiots always like to think about "what if". As a result, things didn't go the way he expected.

  He provoked and suppressed Huang Lie, forcing the other party to make a move.

  Huang Lie really turned out to be someone, a young scholar who knew his history of humiliation, and this person brought him great shame back then! But what is even more humiliating is that Chu Yao asked him to [silence] in front of the two armies. What is the difference between this and slapping him?

  Jiang Ao's anger suddenly climbed to the peak.

   "You're looking for death!" He used his martial energy to forcefully break through [Speaking and Seizing Voice], and the momentary counterflow of blood made his face turn purple.

  The mighty war drums roared like ferocious beasts, and the battlefield lit up with strong or weak martial/literary qi, and the air of heaven and earth trembled in a radius of hundreds of miles. The sound of shouting and killing sounded, and the vanguard cavalry of the two armies took the lead in confronting each other, and fighting broke out everywhere.

  The one who was more angry than Jiang Ao was the general of the coalition army.

  Among the crowd, several weapons flew out, forming shadows of different colors in the air. There is one and only one goal—

  Jiang Ao, the master of the 16th class.

  Jiang Ao didn't pay attention to the tricks of these children, he just raised his foot and stomped the ground, the movement of his feet was as violent as a dragon turning over, and the cracks rushed towards the coalition forces. The majestic and surging martial energy exploded in all directions, colliding head-on with those weapons. The air twisted, causing countless colorless ripples.

  He said arrogantly: "It's just an ant, it's a small skill!"

  A look shot out, and the ordinary soldiers where the line of sight passed exploded to death one after another. Ordinary people are indeed ants in the eyes of warriors of this level, and warriors below the sixth level are just slightly stronger ants. The former can kill him with a single look, while the latter needs to raise his hands and move his feet.

   But is there a difference in the result?

   There is no difference, they all have to die!

   "There is only one page left for you in the household registration book of the whole family, no wonder you are so arrogant, and the co-author is a barefoot orphan, who is not afraid of heaven and earth?"

  Those weapons couldn't hit Jiang Ao, but Shen Tang and Shao Chong could get close to him, followed by [General's Five Virtues] Yan Ling. The mother-loving sword in Shen Tang's hand, which looked harmless, made Jiang Ao laugh when he saw it, and he raised his finger to pinch it.

  Unexpectedly, the expected death of the sword did not appear.

  An iron claw scrapes head-on.

   The target is his eyeball.

  Jiang Ao frowned, finally willing to draw out his weapon.

   There was a loud explosion, and the two sides retreated temporarily.

  Shen Tang said: "You should lift his sky cover."

   Shao Chong did not accept Shen Tang's suggestion.

   "But I want to catch his eyeballs."

  Shen Tang looked at Jiang Ao with both eyes, provoking him: "Okay, you catch his eyeballs, I will be responsible for lifting his sky cover, and see what **** and **** is inside!"

  Jiang Ao didn't know Shen Tang.

  As for Shao Chong, he had seen it in intelligence, but it was nothing to be afraid of if he was only a 15th class young master. He is also preparing to take advantage of this battle to wipe out all the forces of the coalition forces. Prove your own strength with enough military exploits to shut up doubters.

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   Two such young opponents.

   Who is this looking down upon?

  _(:з」∠)_

  Congratulations, we got the first place in the monthly ticket list in February, and the progress of 12 consecutive championships is 2/12.

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