C146 The majesty of an incomplete paragraph

Song Zhixiao understood that he was only a Distribution, the other side had a team leader supporting him, if he caused trouble, the one suffering would be himself, so he could only smile.

Who would have thought that the other party would become even stronger and kick Song Zhixiao's rice bowl away, then kicked Old Wei's rice bowl away again.

"Old man, eat my ass, don't you eat too much? Isn't that the same as throwing your life away on the battlefield?"

With this action, a few people beside him started to loudly laugh, and even Wu Liang had a cold smile on his face.

Song Zhixiao squinted his eyes, looking at the few people in front of him, his expression was unclear.

Old Wei was too busy sighing just now. The two pieces of Red Braised Pork in his bowl had only smelled an incense and hadn't eaten a single bite. At this moment, he couldn't care less about his gentle self from the past anymore and immediately went to pick up the braised Pork with Soy Sauce.

The military camp and the few months of imprisonment had long tortured him of his gentleness, and all that remained was the thought of 'living on'.

The extended hand was ruthlessly stepped on by Zhang, who was standing behind Liu Weizi.

"Old man, it's better if you eat meat. With your ability, it's more than enough to eat meat. Go eat crab poop!"

Before he finished his sentence, his other foot landed on the two pieces of Red Braised Meat. Very quickly, the fragrant and oily Red Braised Meat was crushed into a lump of minced meat.

He raised his foot to let the old man have his freedom, and kicked the two pieces of meat paste in front of Old Wei's head, "En, go eat. When you're full, you can go to the battlefield to die."

Old Wei rubbed his broken hands and trembled as he looked up at the two pieces of meat. Anger flashed in his eyes, but in the end, he could only shift his gaze away with difficulty.

"What? You don't want to eat it? If you don't want to eat it, then forget it. Where is the meat?" It would also save him a lot of effort, wouldn't it? "

As the Zhang man spoke, he picked up the two pieces of meat and looked at Song Zhixiao with ill intentions.

"What's wrong? The other party doesn't want to eat the meat that you gave me, now do you have to eat it yourself?" Wasting food, let the higher ups know, you'll be punished! "

As he spoke, Zhang Ye actually stuffed the muddy Red Braised Meat into Song Zhixiao's mouth.

Song Zhixiao tightly shut his mouth, unwilling to eat it no matter what.

He had long disliked Song Zhixiao. Which Distribution came here not to honestly hang their tails and muddle along, but this Song Zhixiao, every day, would train harder than others, and it was unknown what kind of strength he had? Even if he stayed in the army camp for his entire life, he wouldn't have any chance to shine, and even stole all of their limelight instead.

Seeing that he was not affected by the crabs, the man surnamed Zhang shouted at Liu Jiya, "Are you f * cking watching the show? Why aren't you talking about helping?"

Having seen enough of the two of them struggling, Liu Gangya cursed, "Useless thing. Such a person can't even put up a fight." He started helping out as well.

Seeing that Song Zhixiao was still struggling and punching him in the face, outside of Song Zhixiao's face, he felt a taste of rust in his mouth.

"Pui!" He spat out a mouthful of blood as he angrily looked at the two of them.

Old Wei squatted to the side. He wanted to help, but did not dare to move forward. He could only lie there hesitantly, trying to persuade them.

"What has it got to do with you, you old bastard?" As Zhang spoke, he kicked the thin body of the man and immediately fell to the ground, no longer daring to get up.

He immediately swung his fist over, but this time, he did not hit Song Zhixiao's face as he had wished, but instead, grabbed Song Zhixiao's wrist. With a reverse hand, Song Zhixiao used the force of the force to stand up, and twisted Liu Ku Ya's wrist, causing him to grimace in pain and cry out.

He lifted his leg to kick him, and when Song Zhixiao's kick landed on his leg that was lifted up, Liu Gangya immediately cried out in pain. Song Zhixiao pushed on his arm, and he lost his balance, falling forward onto his stomach like a dog gnawing on mud.

Seeing that his own people were being bullied, that Zhang Ye could not take it anymore and rushed forward to attack Song Zhixiao. Soon, the two of them started fighting.

Liu Changya stood up from the ground and joined the battle.

Relying on what he had learnt in the Gu family, coupled with his training these past few days, Song Zhixiao's strength increased greatly.

The two old ruffians who had been in the camp for years were no match for him. There was a faint trend of them gaining the upper hand.

Seeing that the two were about to get beaten up by him, Wu Liang who was standing at the side suddenly rushed over and joined the battle.

Soon enough, the clamor attracted the attention of the rest of the military camp.

Coincidentally, when the main soldier, Duan Buyan, led a few men to patrol the army camp, they heard that there was a fight in the army camp and it was a fight between a Distribution and his team leader. He ordered people to tie them up and asked for their names.

Hearing Song Zhixiao's name, Duan Buyan's eyes slightly narrowed, and that pair of cold, hard facial features appeared even more benevolent and peaceful.

He said in a cold voice: "Wu Liang, you are not strict with your troops, hit them hard with fifty military sticks. Zhang Dashan, Liu Qianding, cause trouble, disrupt the morale of the troops, all thirty military sticks. Song Zhixiao — Offended the head, and hit the head with eighty military sticks! "

Song Zhixiao raised his head, only to see a general seated at the very front wearing a black gold armor, with a black cape draped over his back, his aura was as strong as a beast's sword and his eyes as sharp as blades.

In the past, Song Zhixiao had only seen this person from afar, he only felt that this person's body was straight like a pine tree, with a imposing manner that shot into the sky like a rainbow, very awe-inspiring. Now that he was so close, he only felt that this person was a hundred times more imposing than when he was looking from afar, making people not dare to look directly at him.

Song Zhixiao immediately lowered his head.

The other three raised their heads and tried to argue, but their mouths were immediately blocked and they were all dragged out.

Soon, the sound of sticks hitting human flesh could be heard from outside.

Duan Buyan sat in the middle of the tent, listening to the reports of his subordinates. He extended his hand and took out the letter that was delivered to him from the capital.

He roughly swept a glance at the letter, and focused on the three words "Song Zhixiao" and the signature "Gu Xin" at the end.

Then, he stuffed the letter back into the envelope and sat properly in his sleeves, saying, "Send out thirty more spies to watch out for any movements of the Northern barbarians. If there's any wind or grass, you can report to us. The training must not be slacked! "

"F * ck, these Northern barbarians are stupid river crabs, want to move like crabs in the river, and want to come here to snatch food and gold?! Every year, it's hard to guard against them, but we can't kill them all." F * ck, these Northern barbarians, these stupid river crabs want to move like crabs in the river, and want to come here to snatch food and gold, and every year, we can't defend against them!

The generals complained when they recalled how they had been harassed by the Northern barbarians in the past.

"Then practice well. Next time, make sure they never come back!"

The voice of the man sitting in the middle of the tent was so loud that it drowned out all sound.

After finishing his training strategy, Duan Buyan stood up and walked out of the camp.

Zhang Dashan and Liu Qianding's thirty military batons had already been used up, and only Wu Liang and Wu Liang's punishment continued.

Wu Liang was in excruciating pain, he immediately moaned and looked at Song Zhixiao beside him, only to see him biting his lips, no matter how much it hurt he could not make a sound.

Wu Liang immediately suppressed the muffled sound of the river crab that was about to retort, and followed Song Zhixiao's example, gritting his teeth without making a sound.

Old Man Wei hid himself far away and kept his eyes on Song Zhixiao, but didn't dare to step forward.

Duan Buyan's gaze lightly swept past the two people before he turned around and left.

Mian Niang had changed into a full outfit today, so naturally, she was not that good-looking. However, Mian Niang quickly discovered that this kind of outfit also brought about benefits, the dishonest gazes that harassed her in the past were all gone, leaving behind only a suspicious look.

The children that had been chasing her no longer chased after her and scolded her.

Usually, the nuns would come up and buy tofu after some discussion, asking her about her relationship with the Song Family and Song Mei.

Some sharp-eyed people recognized her, and they had a sickly look on their face. However, they couldn't withdraw the tofu that they had picked up. Besides, they couldn't avoid eating tofu at home.

Coincidentally, the other tofu maker didn't do very well.

He could only hug the basin unwillingly and say a few sour words.

Mian Niang suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her heart, and didn't argue with her. Instead, she smiled gently at her and thought: "Who cares what you say, as long as you buy my tofu, you are still a good person."

Compared to being able to sell tofu, even if others wanted to say a few words, what could they do? If they wanted to bicker with him one by one, it would instead be endless.

Her smile was delicate and gentle, and the other party was actually embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, she bought another piece of tofu.

Mian Niang's smile became even more genuine.

He only hoped that these people would be able to say it out loud after they had eaten the tofu he made. Keep buying.

It was the same for the others. If a slim and frail woman who looked like she could be blown away with a gust of wind smiled at you like that, no one would hate her. People were accustomed to sympathizing with the weak, especially those who lived worse than them.

This was enough to give them a sense of superiority.

Since the start of making new tofu, it was only Mian Niang's first day selling tofu so quickly. When she rushed back home with the donkey cart, it was barely noon.

At first, she thought that something had happened to her and knocked over the tofu plate. It was only when Mian Niang delivered the money from selling tofu to her that she realized that the tofu today had been sold earlier.

However, he did not say anything and just kept the money quietly.

Mian Niang was already used to her current state, so she didn't say much.

He turned around and went back to bean curd to clean up.

Before today, he was always busy running around, accumulating a large amount of resources at home and abroad. It wasn't easy to get back early today, so Mian Niang started to busy himself.