The mistress is not a cannon fodder, the cold prince falls in love with her every night

"You lost both your money and your life?"

Zhou Kui still didn't understand what Pei Yan meant, and scratched his head anxiously and asked.

"That's right! Big brother, let's do this..."

Pei Yan leaned over and whispered something in Zhou Kui's ear. Zhou Kui nodded repeatedly and said:

"Good idea! Let's go all out and kill his father. Everything will be arranged by the military advisor!"

After saying this, he called everyone over and gave them these instructions.

Pei Yan stood on a high place, watching a group of ants working hard for him, and felt particularly happy.

A hurricane starts with a small drop of water.

You can't reach a thousand miles without taking small steps.

Pei Yan is about to conquer his vast empire bit by bit on his own.

Some time ago, he watched the dam being successfully encircled. If he hadn't acted decisively and sneaked in in the middle of the night to blast a hole with explosives, causing the newly built dam to collapse for thousands of miles, how could the current situation have happened?

It is said that heroes emerge in troubled times.

If the world were peaceful, who would rebel?

Without troubled times, where would heroes come from?

If there is no opportunity, create it. This is his law of survival!

……

On the embankment, after yesterday's appeasement, the people who had eaten and drunk enough were all behaving themselves and stopped making trouble.

It is now the transition period between spring and summer, which should be a busy season for farming, but the floods have submerged all the fertile fields. By the time the rainy season is over and the floods recede, the best season for sowing has also passed.

"I'm afraid we'll be hungry this year!"

The people gathered together and chatted.

"That's right! Even if we plant the seeds quickly, they won't be ripe before winter. Luckily, we have the government's relief. We can just tighten our belts and get through this year. We can plant some vegetables, fruits, etc. in the second half of the year and just live frugally!"

"Who says it isn't true? My whole family is gone, and I have to start all over again!"

……

The scattered chatter seemed to gather into a torrent, quietly spreading through the shantytown.

A heavy and depressing atmosphere permeated the entire shantytown.

"Not good! Not good!"

A soldier rushed into Qian Wuyong's tent in a panic. The loud noise woke up Qian Wuyong from his deep sleep. He was so frightened that he almost fell down with a plop. Before he could open his eyes and see the person in front of him clearly, he started to curse:

"You're screaming! Just shut up! You think it's not chaotic enough?"

The soldier swallowed his saliva, his face showing fear:

"Sir, something bad has happened. Food, food..."

When he heard about food, Qian Wuyong was also smart.

"What's wrong with the food? Not enough? We brought plenty! Enough for these people to eat porridge for ten days!"

The soldier said in horror:

"Sir, all the grain and food in the warehouse has turned to sand!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Qian Wuyong rolled off the chair, grabbed the soldier by the collar and cursed:

"The Madam and Young Madam personally supervised the loading of the grain into the truck. I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be sand?"

"Yes, it really all turned into sand."

Seeing that he did not seem to be lying, Qian Wuyong became anxious. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth where he had slept, and walked towards the granary holding up his clothes.

In the granary, the bags of grain that were supposed to be full have all turned into sand.

"Where's the food? Where are the soldiers guarding it?"

Qian Wuyong stood there in a daze, breaking out in a cold sweat. His back was soaked in the sweltering weather.

"Sir! All the soldiers guarding the grain have disappeared. It was raining outside last night, and we all went to bed early. We didn't expect that when we woke up in the morning, the grain and the guards were gone."

The subordinate knelt down to report.

"Sir, could it be that they are stealing from the company?"

"After stealing the food, why are you stuffing all this sand in? Isn't this just like taking off your pants to fart?"

Qian Wuyong was at a loss as to what to do when a commotion broke out outside the granary.

"It's almost noon, why haven't you set up the boiler and the stove yet? Aren't you here to provide disaster relief?"

"That's right! Yesterday you said we could have two bowls of porridge a day, and the chopsticks wouldn't fall off! Now you're not giving us any after just one day. What do you mean by this?"

When the time came, the victims did not get to drink the porridge, so they gathered outside to demand an explanation.

Qian Wuyong was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Quick, send someone back to the city and have Madam and Young Madam send more food!"

"Yes!"

But as soon as his men walked out of the door, they were caught by the people.

"What? Are they trying to run away? Catch him, don't let them get away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people broke into the granary.

"They won't give us food, so we have to take it ourselves!"

"Yes! Take it yourself!"

"That's not right. Look, these are not food at all! They are clearly sand!"

"It's the same here! It's all sand!"

"Fellow villagers, they have no food at all, they are just using sand to deceive us!"

For a moment, the granary was in chaos.

The people cursed and cursed.

They had originally thought that the imperial relief grain had arrived, giving them hope of survival, but the grain was filled with sand! Wasn't this just making fun of them? The pent-up anger of many days reached its peak, and they grabbed rocks and mud and threw them at Qian Wuyong.

"Sir, run!"

Several men protected Qian Wuyong and ran to the back in a panic.

"Dog officer!"

"Corrupt officials!"

"Worms!"

"Look at his fat head, he's obviously not a good guy! They're all the same! A bastard who oppresses the common people! Beat him to death, beat him to death!"

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Zhou Kui's men mingled with the people, stirring up trouble and stirring up their emotions. They led people to attack granaries and beat up officials. The shantytowns along the river were in complete chaos.

Qian Wuyong and others were chased away without any weapons and fled in panic.

Fortunately, he did not forget Pei Shijie when he escaped, and asked someone to tie him to a stretcher and take him away.

A group of people finally escaped from the shantytown.

Qian Wuyong was already panting like a cow, no longer caring whether the ground was dirty or not. He sat down on it with a plop, his face pale and sweating profusely.

Pei Xin was also panting, and he was still frightened when he thought of the horrific scene just now.

The people were furious, even more furious than a raging torrent.

"Master Qian! What's going on? Even if you can't bear to give up the food, you can't use sand to deceive people!"

Pei Xin stomped her feet at Qian Wuyong.

Qian Wuyong took a long breath before he regained his breath and said in a voice as hoarse as a bellows:

"Oh my... little aunt of the Pei family... you... you don't believe me... could it be... could it be that you also... don't believe your elder sister!"

"All this... food was checked and loaded onto the truck by your... sister herself!"

Qian Wuyong really felt wronged!

Part of this grain was taken out from the Qian family's own private vault. He paid out of his own pocket to help the victims, but his reputation was not lost at all. Instead, he was nailed to the pillar of shame and scolded!

Is it his fault that he is fat?

He ate his own family's food and did not steal or rob.

The money is earned through hard work!

He died unjustly!

"We can't stay here anymore!"