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Chapter 167 : The Drunkard is Not Drunk
"Fuyao, half a year ago, we were also traveling together."
Time was getting late, and the sun was setting in the west. The dim yellow afterglow dyed the sky red.
On the territory of the Blood-Clothed Army, on the outskirts of a village. A huge white bird landed on the ground, its figure transformed, and it became a small appearance.
It flapped its wings and landed in the hands of a handsome young master.
Ming Chen held the somewhat tired little bird, his eyes gentle, and said with some emotion.
Ẁ_ê b̌n о̊v̄ е l̀ Еǹ ǔm̂а̄
Half a year ago, when he left home to go to the capital for the imperial examination, he was accompanied by this bird that he had raised since he was a child. At that time, he was just an unknown candidate.
Now, everything seemed to have not changed. He was still only with Fuyao.
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But things were different, and people were different. The wheel of time rolled forward, pushing people forward. The unknown scholar had already become a big shot who stirred up the situation and attracted countless people.
The pattern of the world all had his shadow.
"Young Master~"
The little bird rubbed against Ming Chen's palm, its eyes full of intimacy. "Fuyao will always be with you!"
Е̌ nu mȧ . їḋ
"Alright~"
The relationship between the man and the bird was very warm.
However, then, the little bird raised its head. "That's that, but Young Master, don't go back on your word!"
"I flew for half a day today. Young Master has to tell me a story tonight!"
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"You can't fool me~"
A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, full of cunning.
Wѐ b̆ n̄ о v̌ ё_l Ê num̆ а̀
The philistine appearance completely destroyed the warmth.
Ming Chen poked her head and said with a smile, "Alright~ Then I'll listen to Fuyao. When has Young Master ever fooled you!"
"Hmph!"
"Young Master has fooled me a lot!"
Facing Ming Chen's mischievous smile, for some reason, the face she had seen through the crack in the window these past few days gradually overlapped with the memory.
Fuyao's body trembled, and she turned her head to the side, muttering in a low voice.
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"Hmm?!"
"Alright, alright!"
"So this is the image I have in Fuyao's heart!"
"I'm sad!"
"I've decided not to tell you a story tonight!"
Fuyao: ???
Е̊nu m̌ а
"Ah?!"
"Young Master!!!!"
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"You're teasing me again!"
"Hahaha~"
The traveling young master and the little bird got along intimately and harmoniously, but the surrounding environment was not in harmony with the two.
A poor village, dilapidated farmland.
Е̊n̆ u m а . і̆.d̊
There were not many people to be seen. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the green grass swayed with the wind, but the farmland was a desolate scene.
Ming Chen wore a tight-fitting green brocade robe, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a jade-green rod in his hand. He was like a rich young master on a trip, but he was a little out of place in this poor land.
The fields were overgrown with weeds. It seemed that they had been deserted for a long time and no one had taken care of them.
If the rat was here, it would be heartbroken again. It would definitely say why no one was planting such good land.
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"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Son, are you still taking it? Your sister has been hungry for three days."
Ẁ è b̆ nо_v̇ӗ ľ Е n u ṁ а
"Mother, this is necessary! It's nothing to suffer a little now. When it's peaceful in the future, His Majesty will reward us heavily!"
"Auntie, the court is collecting grain. I see that your courtyard is well-repaired. You must have a lot of surplus grain at home."
"Give it to our Blood-Clothed Army! When we conquer the world, we will definitely establish a dynasty without famine..."
...
A man and a bird walked into the village, and a burst of noise came from the front.
Figures wearing red headscarves shuttled through the village. They were all young and strong men, rushing from house to house, holding bags of grain in their hands.
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Ming Chen walked over unsteadily. Nearby was an earthen house. At the door stood an old woman of about sixty or seventy, with a bit of anger on her face.
In front of her was a young man. He wore a red headscarf, was less than thirty years old, and had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
He poked his head and looked into the crack of the door, his eyes full of eagerness.
"Young man, I don't have many years to live. I may not be able to see the establishment of the new dynasty!"
"I have no children, and I have already paid enough grain."
"What, you still want to take the surplus grain in my house? Do you want me to die?"
Е̄ň ŭ mа ._і̃ d̀
The old lady looked to be in good health. She couldn't help but wave her bamboo cane at the young man, driving him away.
"Auntie, you're only one person. How much can you eat! Your family must be quite well-off. It's better not to keep it!"
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"You also said that you have no children, and you can't take it to the ground."
"We are all citizens of Great Qi. We must support our king's great cause."
"If it weren't for our Blood-Clothed Army's uprising, you would probably be living in dire straits, right?"
"Let me go in and have a look..."
Ê n̄ ũṁа . і̊d̊
The young man's face was thick-skinned. He was not at all concerned about being scolded and pointed at by the old lady. Instead, he bullied her for being old and weak and squeezed into the door.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
The old lady stomped her feet and couldn't help but shout at the other party.
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But how could an old body block a flexible and strong young soldier?
In the end, the other party broke in.
Еn̊.ũ m̂ а
"Heh~ Auntie, now that the mountains and rivers are broken and the world is in chaos, you are quite in the mood!"
"These flowers are planted so well!"
"But with this leisure, it's better to plant more grain!"
The main door opened, and the courtyard was planted with some flowers and plants. Unknown flowers were in full bloom, exuding a burst of fragrance.
The rude soldier broke in, completely ignoring the old lady's angry shouts, and trampled on the flowers and plants.
This scene happened right in front of him, but Ming Chen did not move. He and the little bird just stood on the side and watched the show.
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It seemed that he had no intention of going up to display the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young.
However, then,
"Swoosh!"
A figure flashed.
"Bang!"
Not long after the young soldier went in, something flew out of the house at a faster speed.
Ẇeb̃ n̊о v̌еl̀ Е́ num̌ а
It just happened to fall in front of the old lady.
It was the young soldier who had just broken into the courtyard. He fell to the ground in a dusty state and suddenly raised his head. "Who?!"
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He was kicked hard in the chest, and he felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.
His face was full of anger, and the playful smile he had for the old lady just now disappeared in an instant.
"Heh!"
"Didn't our Great Qi advocate for the people, to clear out corruption, and to create a peaceful country for the world?"
Ĕ n̂ u ḿа. і̄d̄
"What? After His Majesty ascended the throne, you people started to exploit the common people?"
A clear sneer came. The afterglow of the setting sun scattered down, reflecting a figure.
He sat on the wall, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, swinging his legs, and looking at the person who had been kicked out with great interest.
His figure was not tall, he had a long face, was about thirty years old, and was missing an eye.
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The young soldier who had been kicked got up from the ground and glared at him fiercely. "Who are you?!"
"I am from the Blood-Clothed Army!"
Еn̂ ů m a
"How dare you be disrespectful to His Majesty?!"
"Beating a member of the Blood-Clothed Army and delaying the collection of grain, do you know what crime you have committed?!"
"Swoosh!"
The bamboo pole pierced through the air and was accurately inserted on the side of the young soldier, trembling slightly.
The angry young soldier immediately trembled, and his face also turned pale.
"Heh!"
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The one-eyed man chuckled lightly and jumped off the wall.
His movements were nimble and light. He came to the angry young soldier. "What a big hat!"
"Tell me, which sentence of mine was disrespectful to His Majesty?"
He was not tall, but he crossed his arms, and his aura surpassed this young soldier who was a little taller than him. "The order from Xiaoyao City clearly stated that the collection of grain must follow the principle of the people's willingness, and the people's property cannot be forcibly seized. How did it change when it got here? Are you treating it as a fart? If people are not willing, you just snatch it?"
"I want to ask, who is your superior?!"
"Slap!"
Еǹú.m̂ а . і̌d
A crisp slap sounded. The face that had just been smiling now gradually darkened.
A gloomy face appeared in front of the young soldier.
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The sun set, and the light was dim. The young soldier's eyes widened, and he only saw that the one eye was filled with a fierce and fierce light.
The voice seemed to have entered his heart.
"The reputation of the Blood-Clothed Army is ruined by people like you!"
"If you can't collect grain, then you can't collect grain. Misinterpreting His Majesty's meaning, being eager for success, aren't you afraid of being sacrificed to the flag with blood?"
Е n_u̇ m ӓ
"Uh..."
"You..."
This young soldier seemed to be intimidated by him.
'Xiaoyao City', 'His Majesty', 'sacrificed to the flag'...
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The broken words pieced together some information. He felt that this person was not simple and was a little dangerous.
"Uh... my lord, perhaps there was a problem with the transmission of the order. I, I will go and confirm with our captain again."
En̆ u m̂a . î d
He glanced at this person, and the anger just now disappeared in an instant. He cupped his hands to the person before him with a fawning smile.
Then he retreated.
His companions did not seem to pay attention to him.
The farce ended a little quickly.
Ming Chen had been eating melons on the side the whole time, saying nothing and doing nothing.
"Auntie, are you alright?"
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After driving away the young soldier, the man let out a light breath, his face seeming a little unhappy.
He turned and asked the old lady behind him.
"It's nothing, it's nothing~"
"Young man, thank you."
The old lady held his hand and smiled kindly. "Come to my house and sit for a while."
While pulling him, the old lady also narrowed her eyes and looked in Ming Chen's direction. "Young man, you're not from around here, are you? It's not safe here at night! Why don't you come to my house and rest your feet?"
Ẅe̊ b n̊ оv̀ е̊.l Е n̈ ú m̊ ā
Ming Chen smiled and did not refuse. He cupped his hands to the old lady. "This junior was just worrying about having nowhere to go! Thank you for taking me in, elder."
The man seemed to have just noticed that there was a melon-eater on the side.
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He turned his head and sized up Ming Chen.
This person, Ming Chen, whether it was his appearance, temperament, or clothes, could easily be distinguished from the people here. However, he did not have any red cloth on him.
The Blood-Clothed Army, now it should be Great Qi. The common people regarded red and blood as beautiful. Everyone would basically have a piece of red cloth on them.
If they had no money, they could also use blood to dye it. It didn't matter if it dried and turned black.
Е n ǔ m̊а̂.id̂
But when he saw the wine gourd at Ming Chen's waist, his eyes couldn't help but light up.
He came over to Ming Chen, a smile on his face, completely different from the fierce appearance he had when facing the young soldier. "My name is Ye Wuzui. May I ask for your honorable name, brother?"
"Brother Ye, hello. My name is Chen Ming."
While Ye Wuzui was sizing up Ming Chen, Ming Chen was also looking at him.
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[The Drunkard is Not Drunk]
[A drunkard drinks a thousand cups, only seeking to get drunk.]
Е̂ñ u̇ m̂ ӑ
'A drunkard?'
'There are really a lot of people who like wine in this world.'
(End of Chapter)
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