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

Chapter 47 Killing the Master and Casting His Name
"Let's go, let's go now," Mr. Zhang turned his head and returned to the side room. When he came out, he had a wooden box in his hand.

Seeing Mr. Zhang struggling, he knew that there was probably a lot of gold in it.

"I'll go get my jewelry." Seeing Mr. Zhang like this, the wives and concubines couldn't sit still. They had saved a lot of private money over the years.

As they said that, they were about to get up.

"Go ahead if you want to die. How long has it been? I still need you to get something from me," Mr. Zhang scolded.

A group of women with long hair and short knowledge. Those mobs outside are crazy dogs. They need to leave quickly now.

The wives and concubines were still about to say something, but they saw Mr. Zhang, his son and the housekeeper turning around and walking out of the room. The wooden box was carried by the second brother who was relatively physically fit.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard shouts of death and screams in front of me.

"Go to hell!"

Liu Zhenhua held the steel bar and smashed it at the domestic slave in front of him. There was a cloth tied behind the steel bar, which made it much more comfortable to hold and made it easier for Liu Zhenhua to exert his strength.

His hand was at the tail third of the steel bar, which sacrificed some length of the weapon but increased the power of the swing.

The slave in front of him hurriedly held a stick with both hands to block the blow. He panicked, and when he came out of the backyard, he saw a group of people.

They immediately lost half of their fighting spirit.

"Crack!"

Rebar sticks and wooden sticks, one is an artifact that strengthens Laman and the other is a fire stick from Novice Village.

After just a brief glance, the stick broke.

The house slave didn't understand why a stick that looked slimmer than the stick in his hand could break his stick in an instant.

Before he could think about it, the stick hit him in the face with unabated momentum.

Although Liu Zhenhua's strength was not as strong as Ren Hongli's, he was still much stronger than ordinary people. He hit the slave on the bridge of his nose and blood instantly burst out.

The house slave only felt his eyes darken and fell to the ground.

Liu Zhenhua did not finish his last attack, but looked up and around. More than 100 heavenly soldiers faced off against forty slaves. The battle was almost devastating.

Ren Hongli alone was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. He was holding a steel rod, one stick after another, and there was almost no one standing within a three-meter radius around him.

Those domestic slaves are just a bunch of weaklings who show off their skills and don't even have serious training.

He had a sharp scimitar, but he didn't dare to get close to Ren Hongli and cut it. He could only hold the inner end of the knife and make a sound of "Eeeeeeeeee" while pacing back and forth to confront him.

"boom."

Before he swayed twice, he felt a pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness instantly. Liu Zhenhua glanced at the scimitar on the ground. It was a low-quality thing, as thin as a patch.

Probably not as useful as a butcher's knife, "This landowner really saves on everything."

Liu Zhenhua turned his head and saw that Yang Lichao was killing happily. Although he was swinging the steel rod widely, he would occasionally use a few moves. The steel rod was aimed at other people's eyes. Like a spear, whenever it hit the eyes, the inside would It's just a pit. Even if it's not stabbed, being hit in the face or eye socket with a steel rod will cause most of the resistance to be lost.

"Heizi, follow me forward," Liu Zhenhua shouted. Heizi, who was on the right front and surrounded by a group of villagers beating a domestic slave, immediately turned his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately ran forward after he realized what he was doing.

Liu Zhenhua called Yang Lichao and several heavenly soldiers to follow him.

The battle situation ahead has been decided, and those domestic slaves have no resistance at all. The more than 40 domestic slaves are not as good as the original horse bandits.

The landowner of the Zhang family was filled with regret at this time. He had known better not to sell the horse.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the frontier armies had almost no horses available, and horses were extremely expensive.

Coupled with the severe drought, the cost of raising horses has also become higher.

Therefore, Mr. Zhang sold two of his family horses to the officers and soldiers of Yanchuan County when the price of horses was the highest.

If I want to escape now, there is no carriage to sit in, and no horses to ride.

Helpless, the Zhang family landlord could only prepare to leave through the back door surrounded by some servants. "stop!"

There was a shout from behind, which made several people feel scared.

"Go quickly! Go quickly."

Mr. Zhang's voice became a little shrill. He looked back hastily, and saw seven or eight people chasing after him with sticks.

He does not have the so-called aura of a rich man. The courage of a landlord is related to the degree of stinginess. The more stingy he is, the less courage he has.

Even though he was cursing the emperor in the room that day, he was almost always cautious when meeting a county magistrate.

"Don't fucking run away, come back and stop those people." Master Zhang turned around, only to find that the slaves surrounding him were running faster than him, and only two or three were still with him.

"You! Go and stop them."

Master Zhang grabbed a short domestic slave by the collar.

"Ah I?"

The house slave pointed at himself with a confused expression. He was not as tall as those mob sticks.

Stop it with your head, relying on this knife in your hand that is hard enough to chop wood?
"Qian Er."

Before Master Zhang could say anything, he felt a pain in his neck. He hurriedly let go of the slave in front of him, covered his bleeding neck, and looked to one side.

The hatchet in the hand of the other slave left behind was stained with blood. It was obvious that he had just stabbed Mr. Zhang.

"hiss"

Mr. Zhang's words turned into a sound of inhalation. The knife cut off his trachea and arteries, and he staggered to the ground.

The sudden change shocked the people around him.

"master!"

"father!"

The wives and three sons shouted sadly.

The slave took the hatchet and shouted, "I will kill Mr. Zhang!"

"You killed my father?"

The second brother who was holding the box suddenly stared. He raised the box and was about to smash it, but was stopped by the fat boss, "You can't do it, second brother, these are gold. Let's go quickly. If you don't catch up, there will be nothing."

The boss's face was full of panic, and his fat face was covered with sweat.

The second child glanced at the house slave who had killed someone with a hatchet and had red eyes, and then looked at the people chasing behind him.

"Harm, let's go," he gritted his teeth. The revenge for killing his father was nothing compared to his own life.

The three sons hurriedly opened the back door and ran outside. The wives and concubines were frightened and followed them staggeringly, but the speed was really slow.

Huangpu saw that the old man was dead. He was usually domineering, and the mob probably couldn't spare him, so he was running behind him.

The house slave who was holding a hatchet used the hatchet in his hand to cut Master Zhang's neck in an attempt to remove the head. He had heard stories about taking off the head to claim credit.

He couldn't run away, so he hurriedly decided to kill Mr. Zhang as a certificate of surrender. Not only could he survive, but he might also be able to exchange for some status and wealth.

Zhang Heizi was so angry that his nose was crooked when he saw this scene. Master Zhang died just like that, not in his hands.

Now that the people who climbed in first and took off the heads were gone, those people he saw coming out of the back door were considered Mr. Zhang's people, so they should still be credited.

Zhang Heizi immediately roared and rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)