Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Zhao Qiaoniang looked at the more than 2,000 people. This old hag and the village chief were not good people, and they must not be allowed to survive.

But it is definitely not possible to ask them to kill all these people.

She looked at Master Bai, who stroked his beard and said, "Don't look at me. I don't know what to do either."

Killing more than 2000 people at once is too cruel. They are not murderers.

But if we don't kill these people, they will be a disaster. What if they go to Bian Jing and these people cause trouble for them again?

Zhao Qiaoniang sighed and looked at Lin Wanwan. Lin Wanwan was telling a story. The story of a mortal's journey to immortality was almost coming to an end, and the animals were listening with fascination.

The two tiger cubs of Pacifier could actually hear her thoughts. Every time she started speaking, the two tiger cubs would sit in the front row.

After finishing the story of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality, Lin Wanwan planned to talk about Grave Robbers' Chronicles, as these little guys were still very interested in tomb robbing.

Zhao Qiaoniang looked at her and sighed, "Wanwan..."

Lin Wanwan felt a pang of fear, wondering if her mother had run into trouble again.

As expected, Zhao Qiaoniang explained the whole story: "Hey! I just feel that if we kill all these 2000 people, won't we become murderers?"

Generally, they will not kill others unless others do not want to kill them. They will only kill when they are forced to do so.

Lin Wanwan thought about it and felt that this situation was indeed difficult to deal with, but it was both difficult and easy.

She looked at Milk Tea, and Milk Tea looked at Zhao Qiao Niang and said:

"Hahahaha... sell them to human traffickers... hahahaha...

Wanwan is so smart, Wanwan is so awesome, Wanwan is the smartest person in the world."

Lin Wanwan felt quite comfortable being photographed: "Milk tea, you are quite amazing. I will make you the world's number one translator. I will have grandma prepare delicious food for you later."

"It's delicious... Wanwan told me it was delicious." Milk tea flew to Mrs. Bai.

Mrs. Bai laughed and said, "Okay, prepare your favorite food."

Master Bai also laughed out loud. This little girl is really smart. She is almost six months old now, and she can roll over very well.

Sometimes he can make “ahhh” sounds, but he still can’t speak.

Master Bai picked up Lin Wanwan and said, "Wait until night to see if there's any water here. Then ask your grandma to give you a bath."

Lin Wanwan is quite clean and even has a little mysophobia. She hasn't taken a shower for a long time and feels very uncomfortable.

Although Qingping Town is located in a remote area, compared to the northern area where the water source has completely dried up and the land is cracked like a broken tortoise shell, there is still a glimmer of life here.

In the town, almost every household has the tradition of digging wells, but now at a glance, most of the wells have dried up.

But in the center of the village, there is an ancient well from which water can be drawn.

The woman who was trafficked to the village said:

“This well is hundreds of years old and we don’t understand where the water comes from.

It could also be because the well is so deep that our entire village now uses the water from it.”

Huangmao and Lin Changgou directly fetched a few buckets of water. Seeing the full water, tears welled up in their eyes.

Huang Mao roared: "Brothers, there is water to drink, hurry up..."

A group of people took out wooden bowls, and many people burst into tears: "Wow... I usually don't dare to cry, for fear of having no water to drink."

"Isn't it? I wanted to drink a few sips of water, and finally I got it."

Huang Mao smiled and said, "You must work hard. We can get out alive thanks to our master."

"We know it."

These more than 2600 people are relatively obedient. A total of 300 people have registered, including more than 300 children and more than elderly people.

The rest were all young and middle-aged men and women. Huangmao and Zhao Lei found out that more than 2,000 people could farm, about 100 women could weave, and about 100 people could raise pigs and chickens.

There are also dozens of carpenters and more than two hundred people who can build houses.

The key point is that there are actually dozens of scholars here. These people have attended school for several years, and some of them are even scholars.

But now they have signed a contract to sell themselves. In ancient times, many scholars came from poor families. For ordinary families, it was very difficult to support a child to study.

From the beginning of childhood, pens, ink, paper and inkstone have been a considerable expense.

Duan inkstone, brush, and paper, and the paper must be fine paper, so the cost is naturally not low.

The tuition fee was an even heavier burden. To find a knowledgeable teacher to teach the child, a lot of food and money had to be offered every year.

The disaster year made things even worse for the already poor scholar family.

These scholars are pretty good, but there are two who think highly of themselves.

"Huangmao, don't use these words to pressure us all the time. We are not afraid of you." Zheng Xiucai said coldly.

"That's right. He's just a servant. He can't manage accounts and he doesn't know martial arts. Why should he manage us?" Mr. Deng also spoke up.

The two men had long disliked Huang Mao. Huang Mao looked at them calmly and said, "Am I using these words to pressure you? I'm just stating the facts. Don't deliberately pick on me."

Deng Xiucai sneered:

“Huangmao, don’t go too far. You always think you are superior to others. The master is good, don’t we know?

Do I need you to keep telling me what to do? Who are you? "

Zheng Xiucai also said:

"Isn't it? You only arrived two days earlier than us. What makes you the chief steward?

We all know how to read and are all scholars, so why should we listen to you?"

There are two senior supervisors now, one is Huangmao and the other is Zhao Lei.

Generally, Huangmao takes care of internal affairs, while Zhao Lei takes care of external matters, but these two scholars increasingly disliked Huangmao.

They are talented people! They just have a natural sense of superiority.

The yellow-haired man looked at him calmly and said, "Do you think I am dissatisfied with being the chief steward? Then go and talk to our master."

"Just tell me." The two scholars were very angry.

Zheng Xiucai, in particular, always felt that he was a weak tiger being bullied by a dog. He walked directly to Zhao Qiaoniang, bowed and said, "Madam, you are polite."

Zhao Qiaoniang glanced at him calmly and said, "What's the matter?"

Zheng Xiucai looked at her and said, "May I ask, Madam, why do you let Huangmao be the chief steward? He is just an illiterate man who knows nothing."

Zhao Qiaoniang frowned at him and said, "Can't you read?"

"That's right. He has no achievements, so I don't think he is suitable to be the general manager. I am a scholar and can do this job better." Zheng Xiucai looked confident.

Zheng Qiaoniang looked at him calmly and said, "Oh? But we need to find someone who is obedient and sensible when looking for a steward. You don't fit the bill."