Chapter 613

Withdraw from the village and merge into the city?

Although the villagers all hope to become city people, it is definitely not in this way!

The villagers in Xiaozhai village have nothing but the surrounding land to cultivate and obtain food.

Once you go to the city without any reserves, what can you do?

There is no surplus arable land in the city for them.

The best end is that young people go to big families as slaves and sell themselves as slaves. Women and children look at their luck. The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled can only wait to die!

"My lord..."

The old village head leaned on a dove stick and shouted, "give me a way to live..."

"Silence!"

Zhou Quan frowned and shouted angrily.

A group of soldiers behind him immediately hit the shield with a knife and threatened the villagers.

"This is the way of life. No one knows that there will be a 'devil' behind a little demon... Now that your village has lost its guard power, what else can you do?"

"Village head, tell me! It's hard to go to the city, but there's still a way to live, isn't it?"

"The land is the foundation of the people. You can't give it up..."

The old village head begged bitterly.

"It's the kindness of the adults in the city. If you don't appreciate it, it's nothing... Just stay here..." a grim smile appeared around the corners of your mouth: "but the 'magic tools' in your village. According to the law, I have to take them away anyway this time."

"What?"

Xu Changqing was surprised to hear it below.

Magic weapon!

This is the basis of guarding the village. The old men of Qingyang City decided that they were determined to give up the small village.

"No!"

"You can't do that!"

"This is to kill us!"

Below, the villagers are excited.

However, Zhou Quan only sneered. With a sign, the soldiers behind pulled out their swords, pointed the blade at the villagers and immediately suppressed them.

"Most of the village guards were killed or injured. Your village is over and can't recover for ten years... It's better to abolish them than spend manpower and material resources to support them."

Zhou Quan smiled and said, "who refuses? Stand up!"

He came with laws and decrees and killed people according to the royal law. It's really high sounding.

Even if Wang Hu and others are still there, they may not dare to resist, let alone the village with heavy casualties.

"The anti official words have made it clear that I must take away the magic weapon today. It was not yours, but a reward from the city. As for whether you want to take refuge in your relatives, or go to Qingyang City with us, or even other villages, you are welcome."

Zhou Quan took out his ears and came to the ancestral hall in the village.

Xu Changqing and others were livid and followed him.

"Magic weapon?"

Sulu said in his heart, "wait until the magic weapon is born, come forward and have a look... Be careful not to expose yourself."

"OK."

Xu Changqing promised, pushed forward, stood outside the defense line composed of many soldiers, and stared at the ancestral temple.

Yay!

I don't know if it was his illusion. He seemed to hear the sound of wood chips breaking.

"Your ancestors and fathers are on the, and your descendants are unfilial."

The old village head was in tears. If he hadn't been pulled by someone, he would have been killed.

Suddenly, a cold feeling came.

"Drink!"

From the ancestral hall came a comprehensive burst of drink.

After a slight explosion, a figure flew back.

It's comprehensive!

Although the corner of his mouth was bleeding, he had a happy smile on his face and was holding a black... Phalange in his hand?

There seems to be some natural patterns on the top of the phalanges.

"Sure enough... Monsters, magic tools! Ha ha... With it, even in the face of ghosts, what am I afraid of?"

Zhou Quan laughed wildly and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief: "let's go!"

He tried his best to promote the abolition of Xiaozhai village in order to achieve this "magic weapon"!

After getting what he wanted, he didn't look back and left the village with his men and horses.

……

"What the government has done is chilling."

Xu Changqing looked on coldly and fully understood the comprehensive purpose.

"That's a 'magic weapon'? It's just a 'weird thing'!" Sulu murmured in his heart.

"'weird thing '?"

Xu Changqing asked in his heart, "what's that?"

"According to my observation, it should be powerful demons... No, after the death of ghosts, the things left behind are quite strange and difficult to destroy. Many need to be 'sealed'... Some of them have less side effects or can be used by specific personnel are 'magic tools'!"

Sulu said slowly, "among the demons and ghosts, ghosts are stronger than demons. They emit a smell that ordinary demons dare not approach... The government should use this means to protect the safety of the village."

"The former spirit binding demon was protected by immortals. Of course, immortals are not afraid of ghosts!" Xu Changqing nodded and solved a doubt at the bottom of his heart.

"Now, the village has no shelter, we are finished!"

……

same night.

Every family cries constantly.

Xu Changqing, as one of the only remaining members of the village protection team, was called to the ancestral hall by the old village head and participated in major events.

This represents the promotion of his status in the village, although it is of little use, and at the cost of a large number of young and middle-aged deaths.

A lamp is like a bean, its light is dim.

Darker than the light is the scene in the ancestral hall.

Many God cards were broken and put away by the old village leader Hong.

"As you can see, that dog official is just trying to plot our magic weapon! Qingyang City is by no means a good place. Our village has no shelter, so it is inevitable to withdraw... What should we do next?"

The old village head choked in his voice halfway through the speech and couldn't say any more: "let's... Have a discussion."

"This time, other villages also suffered losses..." a middle-aged man rubbed his palm: "maybe some people will be taken in."

"Qian Laosan, don't you know which village has surplus rice grain to feed idle people at this time? Yes! Qingniu and Sanshi villages may take in some of us, but they only need strong labor, or several families with relatives... They have left. What about the rest?"

Another middle-aged woman screamed, "your two daughters are married in qingniu village, but what shall we do?"

"Don't go... Do you want to stay here and die together?"

Qian Laosan roared, "the magic weapon is gone. No more than three days at the latest. When the breath dissipates, demons will take advantage of it! At that time, the village will be as dangerous as the wild!"

Seeing this scene, Xu Changqing was very worried.

"Grandpa... What should we do?"

He asked questions in his heart.

"Hard... Hard."

At the ancient production level, it is human nature that other villages and even Qingyang City are unwilling to bear a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people.

"Apart from here, no other place will give you farmland and housing. Selling as a slave does not necessarily have a market..." Sulu said: "the best way is to find another 'magic weapon', a magic weapon with clear ownership, so that even that week, there is no excuse to rob, except to wash your whole village with blood..."

"How is this possible?"

Xu Changqing smiled bitterly: "Grandpa, didn't you say that? It's a legacy of ghosts!"