Chapter 50

Mrs. Li could not understand Qin Huan's temper after such a long time.

He said he would check it, so he must check it today.

But it was unacceptable for Qin Huan to hold her feet and examine her carefully in front of her daughter.

So he took a deep breath and said seriously, "Wan'er, go back first. My mother and the childe will discuss their future plans and come back soon."

"Oh! Hurry up, mother. "

"Brother Xiaoyu, Wan'er went back first."

Li Waner was not stupid either. Knowing that Xiaoyu's brother and his mother had something important to discuss, she quickly put on her shoes and socks. After getting up, she didn't forget to lean over to Qin Huan, and then walked away.

After Li Waner left, Xiao Xinru was obviously not as nervous as she was just now. After sitting down, she tried to take off her embroidered shoes, but she said, "childe, what are you going to do when you arrive in Nanzhang?"

Qin Huan also sat down and said while playing with the water, "what else can you do with this man and horse? Is it difficult to go to a county, learn from the eight kings, pull the flag, recruit troops, open warehouses and release grain?

Naturally, we have to wait for a while. It's best to find a village to settle down and inquire about the situation nearby! "

"Well! Childe is thoughtful, but I'm worried too much. With these silver and horses, we can live a stable life for a while. "

Mrs. Li was relieved. She was afraid that when Qin Huan came, she would attack the city and pull out the stronghold and turn Nanzhang County upside down, so the officers and soldiers would come to encircle and suppress it.

Mrs. Li said something, but her hands stopped slowly. When she saw Qin Huan staring, she had to blush and continue.

Qin Huan was still curious. What did the women of the Ming Dynasty wrap their feet like?

Is it really just to modify the foot shape and make the foot look better, or is it as abnormal as the Qing Dynasty?

So he stared at the pair of big, ugly white socks.

When Mrs. Li shyly took off her socks, Qin Huan whispered. Sure enough, the aesthetic view of scholar bureaucrats in the Ming Dynasty was not comparable to that of wild boar skin.

That pair of small and exquisite jade feet is only a little red, and the instep is slightly swollen. When people see it, they can't help holding it in their hands.

"Sir... Sir, it's really not in the way."

Mrs. Li was a little flustered when she saw that he really wanted to check. Her feet shrank and trembled.

"Can I go tomorrow?"

"Should not..."

Xiao Xinru pursed her lips and shook her head. She remembered the sins she had suffered with her daughter during the day, and tears burst into her eyes.

After all, she was also a weak woman who was used to living in dignity. She had to be strong in front of her daughter, but now there were only two people. It was dark around. In addition, Qin Huan always showed that people could rely on. She relaxed and finally sobbed gently.

Qin Huan remembered that she had never cried in the face of death before. Now she sobbed. He also knew that the two women were not tortured when climbing the mountain today.

So he sighed and said, "make two soft sedans tomorrow!"

With that, she grabbed her foot, put it on her knee, took out a dagger and was ready to pierce the blister on the bottom of her foot.

Of course, there is no way to know whether there is such urination as the scholar bureaucrats of the Ming Dynasty. It is too dark.

"You can't!"

Mrs. Li naturally would not cover her face for help like her daughter, but tried to pull her feet back.

Although Qin Huan hugged him, he could not touch his feet, otherwise he would be out of touch with him.

"Madam, you are such an adult. Why are you inferior to Wan'er? "You can't go for a few days if you don't pick out the blister..." Qin Huan said silently, and he was about to use his knife.

"Wan'er is still young and will be... But my body is... Ah..."

Mrs. Li only said half of it. The soles of her feet hurt and her whole body trembled. Finally, she had to fall back and lie on the big stone. She turned her head and covered her small mouth to prevent her pain.

Qin Huan saw that she was shaking all over. It was funny. Did he pick a blister? Does it hurt that much?

they hurt!

It really hurts.

It was so painful that sun could not help shouting.

The eighth King whipped more than a dozen lashes, and his anger dissipated.

The other three adopted sons kneeling on one side all lowered their heads.

Obviously, they were also whipped. This is the wisdom of the eight kings. Either they don't beat, they have to beat four together, but Lao sun suffered the most.

"Adoptive father, let me take a team of infantry to chase him all night. Even if I chase him to Nanzhang County, I will catch the little beast back."

"Forget it, I think Lao Zhang has treated him well. If he wants to go, let him go!"

Zhang Xianzhong sat back in his chair and waved his hand.

"The adoptive father, do you want to continue crossing the river?" Li Dingguo was relieved and asked.

"Before the war, my military division ran away. It's said that where else should I put my old face?"

Zhang Xianzhong stood up and roared.

Since the day of the incident, the eighth king has been famous for his righteousness. Now his confidant ran away overnight and was arranged somehow.

"Adoptive father, the boy is ungrateful himself..."

Sun expected to immediately beat Qin Huan into an ungrateful white eyed wolf. Liu Wenxiu and AI nengqi were also there.

Finally, the eighth king could only decide to stink Qin Huan's reputation, otherwise his reputation would stink.

The eighth king had to give up crossing the river because Qin Huan fled before the war and decided to find a chance to clean up Zuo Liangyu later.

After all, this is a military taboo. It's too unlucky.

Luo Rucai and Ma Shouying didn't say anything after they were informed.

Anyway, we have already got a batch of weapons from the eighth king. If we don't fight, we won't fight. So we took people and horses to kill Yunyang.

……

Nanzhang county is located in the southwest of Xiangyang, only a hundred miles away. It connects Baokang in the west, Jingmen in the South and Han River in the East. It has always been the southwest barrier of Xiangyang.

As it is adjacent to the northwest of Jianghan Plain, there are high mountains in the north and northwest of the county, which leads to the abnormal activity of strong mountain thieves in the territory.

Many people know that the mountain path from the northwest to Gucheng has disappeared.

This makes a group of strong people who keep this path for a living. They are eighteen generations of ancestors who complain and greet the eighth king every day.

At the moment, in the hall of the black mountain stronghold, the big leader, the black tiger and all his brothers are fighting hard.

"Did you see the eye? Are they really half grown children? And dozens of war horses and mules? "

"Brother, how can you read it wrong? It's true! But those kids seem to have guys in their hands. It seems that they are dressed up as little rebels from Gucheng. " A minion patted his chest and said.

"Hum, the shitty rebel is almost the same as the anti thief. The eight kings are really hateful. What do you think, brothers?" The black tiger patted the handrail.

"Big brother, look at a fart. Such a big fat sheep, of course, is a fucking vote."

"Yes, a group of half grown children, even if they have a guy and an egg in their hands, can't we clean up with our three hundred heroes?"

The backbone of the bandits were shouting.

"Well, you can't miss such a good opportunity. Just do you want to ask the old man to do it?"

Hearing the sound, everyone was silent and looked at the black tiger together.

After all, although they moved to Montenegro and opened accounts alone, they were still people of Wufeng stronghold. They were only scattered on several mountains for fear of causing the fear of the government.

"It's not urgent. After asking the old man for instructions, I'm afraid the fat sheep has slipped away. In this way, rob it first!"

The black tiger's expression changed a few times and finally waved his hand.

They didn't say anything. They were more and more dissatisfied with the old man's performance in recent years.

Not only will they be sent to the place where the birds don't shit, they won't be allowed to do it, and they are not allowed to do it. They also give so much money to those corrupt officials every year, which makes the brothers live a tight life.

I've been thinking about being recruited and daydreaming all day. It's nice to say. I want to find a future for my brothers.

But the brothers were bullied and afraid before. Who is willing to go down the mountain to be bound by that?

Isn't he comfortable on this happy day?

Really, the older the Jianghu is, the less daring it is.

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