No matter how decadent the old nobles are, they are only sick and not dead.
Winning military honors requires both strength and luck.
If you are lucky, you may catch the chief even if you get lost on the battlefield. A million troops will rush straight into the enemy's crystal, beating the enemy chief to doubt his life.
If you are unlucky and go according to plan, the army in the middle that is ready to decide the outcome after the first battle may not even be able to find the enemy's skin.
Before the era of opening the eyes of the sky, under the fog of war, luck was far more important than strength.
What Xungui can do is to strengthen himself before the chosen one comes... The old brand represents precipitation and the stability of mind. People may no longer be active in the court, but the tentacles of the family are bound to the court, so they have better patience. Go and wait.
As long as they don't lose face during the process, Wei Ran will not move. But once face is lost, sorry, for various reasons they will not make it easy for anyone.
…
"…very sour!"
On the bed, Fang Fang stood up with his waist, pain and swelling broke out. It was better not to sleep at all that night, his mind was dizzy and his whole body was weak.
"This is not my life of hard work!"
A wisp of meaty aroma was inhaled into his nostrils. Fang Fang frowned slightly and looked out the window, "What are you doing? Aren't you tired of eating last night?"
It's barbecue again. The smell of burning fat mixed with the aroma of spices not only induces appetite, but also makes Equation feel greasy from the bottom of his heart.
But this was daily life in the Wu Dynasty.
Vegetables are more expensive than meat. Having a bite of green leafy vegetables after autumn is a luxury, and pickles cannot be eaten every day.
"Sir, are you awake?"
Xiaohu's voice came from outside the house. After a while, the door opened and Xiaohu walked into the study carrying two buckets of water, one cold and one hot.
"Who's coming?"
After getting out of bed, Fang Fang poured half a pot of tea soup beside the bed into his mouth, and then spit it into the basin.
"Brothers, come here!" Xiaohu explained as he poured the water into the basin, "That kneel down yesterday afternoon disturbed many people far more than we thought. Many people knew that the mastermind behind the scenes was Bo. Wanghou!"
"Bo Wanghou is a veteran nobleman with deep roots. His bloodline comes from Hejian merchants and he has been married to countless people. The current head of the family is Shang Ai. This person's name is Ai, but in fact he is not nice at all. In his early years, he acted viciously and exaggeratedly. , has opened the heads of many nobles, and hid the human tail after inheriting the Marquis, but the essence has not changed!"
"If we don't handle this well, we'll be in a lot of trouble!"
When it comes to the contemporary Bowang Hou, Xiaohu also feels overwhelmed. Now he can only hope that his ancestors can move faster and faster to prevent the brothers from the clan from taking advantage.
"Isn't this normal?"
Putting aside the nature of Dabaling, there are tens of thousands of acres in the mountains and tens of thousands of acres of fertile land at the foot of the mountains. How can anyone who dares to seize these lands be an ordinary person?
Ordinary people, aren't they afraid of the backlash from the baby girl on the bus collar?
The Han people, pushed to the extreme, were willing to cut themselves off and bring down the emperor, let alone the foreigners who had no rules to begin with.
Rebellion, master-devouring, and rebellion are things that are engraved in the true bones of a girl. The exploitation and suppression of foreigners may not come from greed, but are more likely to come from fear.
Just like a wolf tamer, he is greedy for the wolf and the fighting power in the mountains, but is also afraid of the wild nature of the wolf.
"It's indeed normal, but the family can solve these problems. The brothers and sisters are here today. If they just reminisce about old times, they can say anything. Just be afraid. They want to invest in your husband!"
The Zong family, a group of masters who exploit every opportunity, really thought Xiaohu didn't know why the two brothers were here.
"It doesn't matter. What this person fears most in life is not trouble, but the absence of trouble!"
Hot water hit his face, and he took the towel handed over by Xiaohu, "No trouble, it means you are worthless. When a person is worthless, it is really scary. And I believe that the He family brothers will not be so stupid. Today If Bowang Hou doesn’t come, they won’t talk about this!”
Among the fables from past lives, there is a story about how a tiger maintained his status as the jungle overlord in his later years, that is, by not showing any weaknesses.
In the same way, in order to maintain the last dignity of a declining old noble family, the best way is to kill everything and everyone that may damage its reputation and face.
What happened yesterday, as the baby girl really knelt down, Fang Fang had no choice, but the people behind him didn't think about it, so they could only fight.
"If it does come, we don't need to be afraid, but there is a high probability that it won't come!"
What can't be solved if Mr. Pu takes action?
Thinking of Mr. Pu's past behavior style and achievements, Xiaohu was full of confidence in him.
"Okay, you go out first, I'll be out right away!"
Bang!
The towel fell into the water, and Fang Fang turned around and returned to the back room.
As for the identity of the He family brothers, Fang Fang had never guessed, but he knew a little bit about it. That kind of exaggerated and unbridled character could not be cultivated by ordinary people.
But as long as you don't get too carried away by yourself, the equation doesn't matter.
…
In the Bowanghou Mansion.
More than a dozen tightly bound figures were thrown into the snow, and behind them stood a row of strong servants.
"father!"
The door of the small courtyard opened, and Shang Ai, dressed in black, walked slowly into the courtyard. Shang Zhong, who was originally pinned down in the snow, struggled to stand up and looked at his father with a puzzled face.
As the fourth son of Bowang Hou Mansion, when had he ever been treated like this?
Bowang Hou Mansion, when has such a thing ever happened?
A group of country bumpkins, one of them didn’t know what the so-called young master was, one dared to kneel down, and the other dared to pick him up. They didn’t know whether it was difficult for them to do so. The one who knelt and knelt down was the prestige of the Bowang Hou Mansion that had lasted for hundreds of years, and the one who picked up the man was taking away the Hou Mansion. Hundreds of years of face?
Forced to this point, the Hou Mansion did nothing. How could he still hang out in the martial arts group in the future?
"enough!"
Shang Ai slowly walked up to the young man, "Dad, I know you're not stupid, but I'm afraid that if you pretend to be stupid for too long, you'll really become a fool!"
You can't be rich for three generations, and you can't be poor for five generations.
There is no foundation, tutor, do you really think that the military merit system of three generations of the Wu Dynasty is a fake?
The more established the nobles are, the less room there is for fools to survive. If there is no reminder from the palace, they can just do things as they are, but now they must change their thinking.
Hearing this, Shang Zhong, who was still upset at first, calmed down his anger and whispered, "Dad, what should we do now?"
"Eat soft food hard, eat hard food softly, do you understand?"
"I understand, but I don't know what's behind this person!"
Shang Zhong asked, but his heart was itching, and his curiosity was obviously aroused.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, the Hou Mansion will belong to your third brother from now on!" Shang Ai pulled his son's head over and whispered in his ear, "Your chance depends on how you eat this bowl of rice! "
After all, he is his son, and he is a human being in the palm of his hand. The third son has a way out, and now it depends on whether Shang Zhong can seize the opportunity.
