My Empress is My Bad Girl

Dong Dan was a bit resigned at the time.

The clansmen saw him mow the grass without saying a word, and became anxious: "Dongdan, you are our patriarch, there is something wrong in the stockade, can't you just leave it alone?"

Dong Dan still didn't speak.

The clansman grabbed the sickle in his hand and said, "Oh, don't you mow the grass!"

"What will my sheep eat if you don't mow the grass, will you feed it?"

"Does the sheep matter, or does the security of the stockade matter? You..."

"What are you all anxious about?" Dongdan took the sickle and sat down, picked up the water bottle and poured his saliva, "I ask you, if the village has something to do, I don't go to the high priest, what do you do with me? ?"

The tribe said: "The high priest...no, the former high priest said he retired, no matter what. The current high priest is injured and no one is seen. Then someone has to take care of us, right?"

"Do you care?" Dong Dan was funny, "I have been a patriarch for seven or eight years. Why don't you find me when you are looking for something like this?"

The clansmen said, "Dongdan, none of us knows who, although you are the patriarch, the high priest decides everything in the clan. Don’t you know? Why bother us."

"It's you guys who make it difficult for me. Knowing that my patriarch is in name only, he still asks me to do things. I want to do it. Did I do it?"

"Dongdan, this is your fault. The matter has not been done yet. How do you know that you can’t do it? We don’t want you to kill and set people on fire. You just have to talk to those outsiders and ask them to go. NS?"

"Why do they listen to me?"

"You are the patriarch."

"My patriarch doesn't even listen to my own people, let alone outsiders."

"Just ask you to bring a sentence."

"A word? Any of you who doesn't have a long mouth and can't speak?" Dongdan looked around them, "Can't you talk?"

"But you are our patriarch anyhow. We are civilians, and it doesn't matter if we talk to others."

"You are just afraid, so you dare not say it." Dong Dan mocked, "Good things are not my turn, but bad things push me back."

Several members of the tribe were said to be a little embarrassed and angry: "You are the patriarch, and we are looking for you. We are afraid? I think it is you Dongdan who is afraid? You see that they have so many soldiers, so I dare not provoke! The clan has been handed down for a hundred years, but I didn’t expect a timid patriarch to emerge, and he didn’t have the slightest responsibility!"

"That is, he doesn't even worry about a patriarch. What are we worried about? Let those foreigners make trouble in the stockade. Everyone who makes trouble can't settle down. It's all right!"

The tribe members walked away arrogantly.

Dong Dan snorted, picked up the sickle and prepared to mow the grass.

However, he bent over, staring at the grass under his feet, and did not move.

Although he stunned the tribe, he was still worried.

Moreover, he is the patriarch.

However, any ethnic group took him seriously?

Thinking of this, he stomped his feet, grabbed a handful of grass fiercely, and mowed it down as if venting his anger.

"Dongdan!"

A clear shout came.

Dong Dan shook his hand and almost cut his instep.

He looked up and saw the lotus coming over fiercely.

"Lian, Lianhua, why did you come here." Dong Dan was a little uncomfortable.

Lianhua ran up to the front in two steps, frowning to look at him: "Don't you know that something happened in the stockade? You still have a heart to mow the grass and feed the sheep here! I will say that you are the most useless patriarch of the Uzbek!"