Compared to the rich and prosperous areas in the city, their days were considered leisurely. Ordinary people did not care if wealth was superficial or hidden in the interior.
As long as they could eat their fill, they would be satisfied with everything. This was also often ridiculed by others. The people of Jinnan would either succeed or fail.
Wang Dachun was already over 60 years old. In other words, half of his body was already buried in the ground.
The older one got, the more they liked to reminisce about the past. Wang Dachun was no exception. When he thought of those poor and poor days, even an old man who had experienced the world could not help but sigh.
The days of the past were truly bitter. There were not many grains of rice in the bowl, and the plain porridge mixed with clear water could even reflect his sallow and emaciated face.
It was not easy for the weather to be good, and the harvest that he had worked hard for half a year was suppressed by the black-hearted merchants in the market. The old man had scolded this bastard era many times.
The merchant was generous, and many of the children in the village were happy to receive the candy. Later, the man gathered the entire village and told them that he could lead the villagers out of poverty.
After all, Wang Dachun had lived for more than half his life and knew that there would not be a free lunch. The merchant's request was simple. He wanted the villagers to plant " crops."
The old man, who had been dealing with the land all his life, asked around and found out that it was the harmful drug, so he rejected it without thinking.
The saying that mortals became bad when they had money was true. The village was booming, and every family was living a good life. No one cared if they harmed others or not. Even they themselves were smoking.
Wang Dachun, who had his eyes narrowed, was smoking his tobacco. His expression was dispirited and intoxicated. In a daze, he seemed to see a figure in front of him. The person left in a hurry after saying,
"Good weather, no natural disasters, man-made disasters are imminent."
Wang Dachun's expression changed again and again after hearing these light words. The god-like pill in his hand had lost its taste.
After driving for half a day, even Yan Zhiguo, who was full of energy, could not take it. He rubbed his aching back and got out of the car to look at the scenery in the village.
The village was not big, but it had its own unique scenery. Large patches of wheat fields were planted with poppies. Purple flowers swayed in the wind, and the strange smell brought by the breeze made people dizzy.
"What are you guys doing? What do you want? How dare you block the Young Marshal's convoy! You don't want to live anymore!"
Yan Zhiguo pushed aside the evil slave and went forward alone.
"What's wrong? Now you know fear? Do I still need to tell you about this large plot of land?”
The villagers 'expressions were not too good. Those who were barefoot were not afraid of those who were wearing shoes. Someone wanted to cut off their lifeline to wealth. How could these people who had suddenly become rich endure it? Wang Dachun said in a hoarse voice,
"I've never heard of anything about being less handsome. Today, even if the emperor comes, he can't enter the village!”
"Do you believe that I can slaughter the entire village?”
After all, the commoners were not soldiers and had never seen such a scene before. They hurriedly pulled their families back. Yan Zhiguo looked around and continued,
"Do you know that it's all because of these opiates! How many people had he harmed! How many families have been destroyed!"
Wang Dachun's palm, which was holding the rod, was sweating. He still braced himself and said,
"You're the Young Marshal, how would you know the pain of the poor at the bottom of the society?"
Yan Zhiguo wanted to laugh at the intentional or unintentional mockery. He looked at Wang Dachun with a pitiful and hateful gaze.
"Oh? Poor makes sense? Poor people should act without scruples? Should he do whatever he wanted? Then I'm a great commander! If I'm not happy, will I let all the people in West City suffer with me?”
The young man's voice grew louder and louder, and the mockery in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.
"Look at you, you're all seven feet tall men! He was neither human nor ghost! I know you were ordered by someone! Have you ever thought about it? What you have done today is just retribution on the heads of families like yours!”
Wang Dachun's eyes were flustered as he kept dodging. He did not dare to look directly at the young man's sharp edge.
Yan Zhiguo ignored him and continued to say witty words,
The young man's words were still useful. Many villagers lowered their heads in shame, and some younger young men sobbed softly.
Seeing that the atmosphere was in place, Yan Zhiguo changed the topic and his tone gradually softened.
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