The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 46

But at the entrance of the Zhang family courtyard, the slave came back and looked at the door that used to be wide open. This door was always open to the maximum, nothing else, it highlighted the generosity.

But now it has become a problem. The slave looks at the door. He is the only slave on duty on weekdays. He closes the left side and has to close the right side before he can completely close the door. This time is time.

Normally this kind of trouble would be nothing, but now at this critical moment, the rebels are about to rush in. Who is the guy at the head who is holding a stick and shouting like a glaring King Kong? He is almost seven feet tall. , with a ferocious look on his face that frightened this slave out of his courage.

He hurriedly closed the door on the left, and immediately on the right, the fastest Black King Kong had arrived five or six miles away from the door.

The slave saw that the door on the right was about to be closed by his fierce push. He raised his head and stared at the crack in the door. The King Kong had already come closer, and his speed continued unabated.

"I have a plan to hit you to death." Ren Hongli rushed to the door, turned sideways, put the steel rod on the right back, and used his shoulder to hit the door on the right that was not completely closed. He was not stupid, he knew The closed door on the left is not easy to hit.

The house slave stared in horror at the arms and shoulders as thick as his thighs. Mountain-like shadows came through, and the next second there was a huge impact.

The door on the right that he had struggled to close was knocked open in an instant.

"what!"

The domestic slave huddled together and lay on the ground wailing, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be smashed by this blow, as if an old cow had hit him.

"Hahaha! I'm in!" Ren Hongli laughed and stopped his forward movement. He turned his head and looked at the house slave rolling on the ground. The steel bar in his hand was held two-tenths of the way to the end with one hand. , which requires a lot of arm strength. Ren Hongli hit the slave on the ground with a stick on the head, "If you didn't close the door, you should be the one with the headache!"

"pen."

The steel bar hit the person's head and made a strange sound. The slave suddenly twitched and then stopped moving. His head was dented.

Ren Hongli kicked his corpse away from the door, "It's so soft. I stepped on it and gave the young master a leg sprain."

"Kill anyone who resists with weapons, and don't chase those who run away," Liu Zhenhua yelled, and the second one rushed in, followed by Yang Lichao and Xiao Heizi.

"Heizi leads the way and goes directly to kill the landlord."

"Okay, Stove Lord, follow me!"

Zhang Heizi saw the servant with a limp head sunken on the ground. He also recognized it. This man was also guarding the door when he came to the door that day. Zhang Heizi remembered it clearly.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Ask Master Sheng to open a door for you."

He looked so arrogant and arrogant, as if being a doorman to a landlord's house meant he was superior to others.

Now he fell to the ground softly, unable to say a word, and seemed to have passed away.

Zhang Heizi was very excited. Soon this landowner would be destroyed by the Stove Lord. Listening to the stories told by the older generation, when both sides fight, the first to take the lead is the same as killing the enemy leader. Now the first to take the lead belongs to the big black guy. And no one has finished killing the enemy leader.

Now that the Stove Lord has asked him to lead the way, he obviously has a chance to find the eldest master of the Zhang family. If he kills him, he will get credit. He still remembers those four words his father said to him, prosperity and wealth.

The gate was fully opened, and everyone rushed in with roars. Most of the people who came in were Liu Zhenhua's soldiers. Although the Zhang family landlord's gate was very grand, it was only four meters wide. The soldiers lined up and squeezed in and directly attacked the villagers. Crowded outside.

After the heavenly soldiers had completely entered, the villagers followed in. Many people saw the corpse lying on the ground, with blood flowing out of the seven orifices. Some people suddenly shuddered and were about to wake up from the temptation of profit.

I heard someone shouting, "Hurry, the landowner is about to be caught. If it's too late, you won't be able to get the land, and you won't have any hair." Everyone's eyes turned red instantly, and they rushed forward with howls. Some people didn't know The target only knew how to rush into the yard and smash them, while some people followed the shadows of the heavenly soldiers to the backyard.

Ren Zhuoyue's figure emerged from behind the door and closed the door.

"Guard the backyard, I have taken care of you for so many years, and the time has come for you to be used," Huangpu said with a high-pitched voice, looking at the more than 40 servants in front of him.

These servants didn't know how many people came from the other party.

"Don't worry, the tenants will come after a while. The county master of Yanchuan also recognizes our master and will send troops soon. By then, you will all have merit, and each of you will get a dou of rice."

Huangpu's promise of huge profits was, of course, just his verbal promise. He was scared to death now. He usually walked around for Mr. Zhang and knew a lot about the rebels. The Dashun King in the south alone had thousands of people. When the army came, they all returned defeated.

Now I just hope that this group of people is not the people from the south who are willing to obey the king.

As long as it's not King Shun, if some other king comes, you can always deal with it if you delay.

The domestic slaves were holding scimitars and fire sticks. When they heard that one person was worth a dou of rice, they were immediately excited.

But this was not something they should consider, and the domestic slaves rushed to the backyard wall.

The front and back yards of Mr. Zhang’s house are separated. The front yard is where the living room and garden pond are located, and the back yard is the core. Various side rooms are located in the back yard. Most of them are made of stone bricks and white tiles, which is very grand.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang was pacing in the room. The six wives, concubines, and three sons in the room were all looking at Mr. Zhang anxiously.

"Dad, what should we do? Can the slaves outside stop us?"

The eldest son Zhang Guangyi's face was shaking when he spoke. He had never encountered anything like this before. He usually showed off his power with his slaves, but this time someone hit their Zhang family's head.

"You ask me, how do I know?" Mr. Zhang held the prayer beads and kept rubbing them. "Why hasn't the tenant come back yet?"

Mr. Zhang looked toward the door, and Huangpu pushed the door open and came in with a look of panic on his face, "Master, that tenant is among the mob!"

"what!"

Hearing this, Mr. Zhang immediately threw the Buddhist beads in his hand to the ground. His face was full of anger, and he obviously did not expect that the tenants would dare to rebel.

"I gave them land to grow and harvest, but they still rebelled?"

Mr. Zhang was breathing heavily, and the beads on the ground were scattered.

"Master, now is not the time to be angry. Otherwise, let's run away from the backyard!"

"Otherwise, when Yanchuan County sends troops, we will all be in trouble."

Mr. Zhang's eyes suddenly widened when he heard the words. What he said was so unlucky. He was about to open his mouth to curse, but then he thought about it. Although the words were unpleasant, they were true.

(End of this chapter)