It’s the difference between Mao Jue and Mao Xingjian and his son.

When Mao Jue started his business, a rich man named Qian Zeng came. Mao Jue had no status and took the man clearly and made the first pot of gold from this man. But Mao Xingjian was dragged and directly muddled his master on the wall like mud. He stepped on it and was dead.

This was also the first time that Mao Xingjian came to Han Jinnong's tavern. His condescending style was played with by him, frowning, and he was afraid of his shoes being dirty every step he took. Han Jinnong, who was leading the way, was so scared that he was even more careful that he nodded and bowed endlessly.

Now he is glad and regretted getting involved with this master. Needless to say, he looked at his eyes and was glad that he had received news of the prince's bad luck in advance. If he had worked hard for three years and happily returned to China with the earl's position, he was arrested and carried to beheaded, how unfair it would be!

"Prince, please!"

He shivered again, and Fatty Han hurriedly bowed respectfully.

But it’s no wonder Mao Xingjian looked disgusted. It’s not fake, but really dirty! The air was filled with the smell of wine, the smell of alcohol, the smell of urine, and the smell of certain excrement. Because there was no hope, Han Jinnong was not in the mood to manage it. The ground was not cleaned at all. The snow melted the mud and water brought in, and it was muddy like a pigpen. Although it was morning, yesterday, there were still hundreds of drunken men who were slumped on the table, and there were no hope. These scumbags were completely relying on alcohol to numb themselves.

However, what makes Ming people feel embarrassed is that most of the people who do not seek to improve and get drunk all day long are Ming people! Those Koreans in history, Japanese people have relatively low expectations for the future. Anyway, they have a bad life, and they are still motivated to live.

Looking at these scumbags, Mao Xingjian sighed helplessly, and then he pulled out a military shotgun with a little horn on his waist. That's right, Song Yongzhong's.

Mao Xingjian was far less fond of weapons than Mao Jue. His ivory revolver that stolen from Mao Jue's collection value and gave him self-defense was replaced by Song Yongzhong's drooling. The reason for this ordinary standard weapon was nothing. This thing was really loud. He held it in mid-air and hugged the fire with a bang. In Han Jinnong's sadness, a big hole was cut out of the roof of the tavern, and the straw chips on it fell all over the floor, and the snow suffocated the owner of the tavern.

The drunks who were drinking below were burning their butts, all jumped up and ran around with grinning.

"Officer Song arrested people?"

"Has the bear entered the city?"

"The Siren is calling?"

"Oh my Master Han, you're always being joked!"

A drunkard with a messy hair and a big bearded man was sniffing, and the first one to muttered vaguely, but Fatty Han himself was pounding his eyes and quickly told him: "What's all blind? Didn't you see the prince here? Why don't you kneel down and bow, you group of troublemakers!"

Prince? A good name! Several drunks were really shocked, but the bearded man looked disdainful and spitted his head.

"What kind of person do I still think of? The coward who was kicked into this broken place and was moldy and waiting to die with us! Jin Laoliu, are you so fucking, is it embarrassing to lose? A coward can scar you like this, can he still Chad? The scars of a bowl fell off in his head, and now they are all mixed with this fucking virtue. Are you afraid of wool?"

"Your Majesty is such a heroic figure. How can you give birth to such a waste? You deserve it if you are ruined!!!"

His words made the group of fearless rogues laugh. Several kneeling down and stood up with red faces. In order to express their disdain, they spit on the ground. These words were like nails that thrust hard into Mao Xingjian's heart, making his face turn as if it were a nail.

Resisting his anger, the prince roared in a gloomy voice: "To start today, you scumbags will work for Gu. You will do whatever you ask Gu to do. You will do whatever you want. You will be in charge of your three meals a day!"

"Oh, obey the order, Your Highness, Thousand Years of the Crown Prince!"

"I don't need anything you eat in one bite, I'm not interested!"

Mao Xingjian's extremely majestic roar caused even more unrestrained laughter. Seeing the prince's body trembling with anger, Fatty Han was so scared that he was trembling all over. Now he was fighting beasts and chess, rats eat elephants, and elephants destroy tigers. These poor people are not afraid of the prince, he is terrible!

"Shut up to me. The prince told you guys to do what you guys do, and you'll do it honestly! Otherwise, don't want to drink wine on my place!"

For a moment, the crooked bandits below were silent.

At worst, you will die. Without alcohol, you will anesthetize your nerves, so you really can't live this life! In the stunned eyes of Mao Xingjian, a group of garbage rushed out of the tavern, shouting loudly: "Work and work!"

Mao Xingjian was stunned to see this scene, turned his head in shock, and fell on Han Jinnong. The fat man in Huizhou smiled ugly and shook the back of his head.

Today I can also teach Mao Xingjian a lesson. Sometimes the authority is not as good as the wine jar!

...........

Although the start of the day was not very good, the result was still a surprise. The citizens of Baoshihai Town, who were originally lifeless and stayed at home all day long, made Mao Xingjian go to the ground. The men who went to the tavern picked up their axes and chopped the wood up the mountain with a slam. The women and the elderly were also chased out in full swing, plucking away the snow quilts on the next mountain and pulling the hay underneath.

Indeed, Mao Xingjian did not have the thrifty and thriftyness of Mao Jue when he started from scratch, but if he wanted to run a horse, he also understood the principle that he had to give the horse grass. After that racing, Mao Jue stimulated him, he really threw himself into the cabinet's copywriting, making up for a lot of economic knowledge and increasing the human nature. At noon, the gathered women carried large baskets up the mountain under his command.

Suddenly, surprises and incredible shouts rang one after another.

"I'll wipe it! White flour steamed buns! I actually care about white flour steamed buns at noon!"

"Yaoxi!Yaoxi! Rice Smida!"

No matter how good the fish is, it will be disgusting if you eat too much. For the farming people, these things are still real. They just use fish and wild vegetables. Men and women throw their cheeks and fill them in their stomachs. Amid the sound of the bowls and chopsticks of Balabara, a Japanese dwarf made five bowls of rice that were disproportionate to his body. Looking at the open and closed mouths, Han Xiaomo felt bleeding in his heart! While trembling, she also tried her best to pull the rice. One bowl could be eaten after a bowl.

"Ten taels and one stone of rice! Woooo~ It smells so good!"

With a full meal, the citizens of these gemstone seas became much more motivated when working in the afternoon.

However, not everyone cut down trees and wood. On the other side, there were about a hundred Japanese ronin people, and the strong Ming man was pulled out by Mao Xingjian alone.

Still a bachelor! The drunkard who was the first to mock Mao Xingjian in the morning was grim and shouted arrogantly: "Young man knows that you offended you, Prince. What are you going to say hello? Even if you send me the little man over, Zou Zou brows, the little man is not a man!"

He was so angry that he almost collapsed. Mao Xingjian simply ignored him, and he pulled the horse speechlessly and turned over and rode up. Behind him, fifty Black Pearl sailors rode the war horses brought by the horse cabin, carried the shovel picks he had just bought, and trotted out with a whimper.

After eating a mouthful of ashes, he watched the team walk out in a daze, and was confused. The thorn also picked up the rope on the ground and ran out in a daze.

Outside the village, Song Yongzhong was holding the newly exchanged ivory revolver in one hand and stuffing the steamed bun in his mouth with the other hand. He leisurely watched the people in the town working there. Suddenly, a heavy horse hoof sound sounded behind him. He turned his head in surprise. Seeing Mao Xingjian running out with a gloomy face, the steamed bun in Song Yongzhong fell to the ground.

With a mourning look on his face, the cavalry lieutenant, who had a dark and honest face, quickly turned over and stopped him, and bowed loudly.

"Crown Prince, where are you going?"

"Outpost No. 22! This time Lord Song is busy with official business, so I won't bother you to go with you. Let's go!!!"

He responded with confidence, and suddenly swung the whip and passed Song Yongzhong. Mao Xingjian ran out coldly, and was sprayed with ash on his face. Looking at the aggressive Black Pearl Sailors and the garbage people following behind, Song Yongzhong was so sad that he ran back to the village with his horse's belly. He was holding the remaining shotgun, and banging into the sky, Lao Song shouted in a frustration.

"Get together and go to war with the prince!"

.............

This time there were many walkways, which were obviously not as fast as the last time. In addition, I had to hunt and cook, and it took almost five days to return to the Snake River Plain again.

On weekdays, the two soldiers of the Third Corps of Lushun were so lonely that they were almost talking to themselves, but a big reversal occurred just now. A large team of more than 160 people was clamoring around the round mail tower, making their heads wide.

The last time I was staring at them, and this time I was even more jealous. I looked at the thousands of North American bisons who were leisurely eating grass on the Snake River Plain, especially those calves of the cattle. For the first time, a greedy look appeared on Mao Xingjian's face.
Chapter completed!