"Damn it, I can't stand this rank! Now the whole world knows that I am 250!"
"Uh, no, I'm not two hundred and five!"
"Fuck! What kind of crappy book are you kidding me about? And what about the judgment? Why am I the only one who doesn't have it? It's gone in just one go!"
On the way back, Zhao Changhe cursed and cursed all the way. He didn't feel the glory of being on the troubled times list, nor did he feel guilty that he might be tabooed. What bothered him was the ugly numbers and the lack of a pretentious sentence.
Wang Dashan and others looked at Zhao Changhe's back with strange expressions, not knowing how to evaluate this strange boss.
How can everyone have a verdict? There are 250 people on the Qianlong List, and only a few have verdicts. No one knows what the basis for this is. Anyway, everyone who has had a verdict was hacked to death the next day. It seems It doesn't mean anything.
Anyway, it's good to be on the list... The first level of the Profound Entrance is actually on the troubled times list. Many people who are much stronger than you have not been on the list. You are still struggling with two hundred and fifty.
The Hidden Dragon Ranking is different from the Heaven, Earth and Human Ranking. The Heaven, Earth and Human Ranking reflects the current strength ranking, while the Hidden Dragon Ranking does not completely reflect that.
It is a rookie list. It looks at the potential reflected by the record. It means that it is difficult for others to achieve better results under the same conditions, indicating that this person's prospects are worth looking forward to. Therefore, Qianlong does not mean that you have been ranked. The strength is among the top few hundred in the world.
It's just because the higher the level of the battle situation, the more the problem can be explained. No matter how beautiful the novices are at each other, it doesn't mean much. Therefore, those with high rankings are basically those with high cultivation. Those with low cultivation are naturally ranked lower, and it doesn't look good from the outside. It's like a strength ranking.
Many people can't understand it. They always think that you can be on the list at the first level, so why can't I be on the third level? There are thousands of people who are better than you, why can you be ranked 25th! Then if I beat you down, it’s me who gets the two hundred and fifty, right?
So this will attract countless troubles to the door, otherwise why would it be called the Book of Troubled Times?
Zhao Changhe is still confused about whether the numbers sound good or not. Does he not know or really don’t care...
And there’s one more thing…
This challenge has the helmsman spitting out the money and food. It is very satisfying... But now, the helmsman Fang only compromised with you because he was injured. The injury will be healed in a few months. How do you want to die?
Wang Dashan and others always feel that the future will be miserable.
Anyway, this time I returned to the village and put the things in the warehouse. I finally had rice to put into the pot. The gangsters didn't care where it came from or what the consequences were. They were all as happy as the Chinese New Year and cheered "Long live Boss Zhao".
Zhao Changhe, who was cheered long live, touched his chin, knowing that this was not a long-term solution.
Several carts of rice seem to be a lot, and the purchasing power of a few hundred taels of silver is no joke. It can support the purchase of quite a lot of resources, but even so, it will not last long to supply a village with hundreds of people. Therefore, although there was inventory in the village before, people still needed to rob roads or hunt animals, otherwise they would sooner or later be left in vain.
The copycat must have financial resources, which is usually a robbery. Zhao Changhe can't avoid this problem no matter how much he wants to do it.
The several troubled times books that Zhao Changhe saw happened to have time attached to them. This time it was Xiaohan, reminding people that there are only twenty days until the Spring Festival, and spring is about to begin...
The beginning of spring means that the situation where no one has passed by in the past one or two months will begin to change. The number of travelers and merchants will gradually increase, and there may even be some now - I wonder if there will be people in this world rushing to go home. New Year?
Maybe not many, but there should be some.
"Boss, what should we do next?" In the village leader's meeting hall, Wang Dashan was asking next to him: "Master Fang is right about what he said. The sub-rudder currently has no industry. On the contrary, we are responsible for making money. Yes, there is no way to keep making money from the sub-rudder..."
Zhao Changhe was sitting on the main seat, leaning back, leaning his forehead lazily: "Spring is about to begin, and there will always be people passing by... Let's allocate them first, and let the brothers set up checkpoints on various mountain roads."
Wang Dashan: "?"
Zhao Changhe lazily said: "I opened this mountain, I planted this tree. If you want to live from now on, you can leave money to buy the road. Although this line is quite crude, isn't that what we are like when we become bandits? ?”
"Isn't this just a robbery?"
"This is a little different from robbery, because we set up the jam openly."
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"And we won't take them all... I think the amount of city entry tax today is okay, so let's go with it. Those who pass by can pay some money and leave."
Wang Dashan: "Boss, you said before that officers and soldiers would come to suppress the bandits... You are an aboveboard person..."
"This is our own territory. Why won't the officers and soldiers make a fuss when they come? Can the officers and soldiers stay there forever? Well, it is precisely because we are worried about the officers and soldiers that we can't make a big show and can only live in our own mountains. You treat me as me Do you like building this kind of highway toll station?"
"..."
"Speaking of officers and soldiers, although Captain Fang has made a good promise, we still can't expect... you pick a few smart ones to squat in the city, and report the news as soon as there is any trouble."
"yes."
"For the rest of the time, let's hunt the beasts first. It's better to be less and less than nothing. Oh, by the way, change the flag of the village to another one and write "Xingdao for Heaven". There is also a plaque for this hall and it will be called "Juyi Hall".
Wang Dashan's eyes were full of circles, and he had no idea what the boss was thinking.
But he always had a feeling that the boss actually didn't want to do the robbery at all. He was just dragging it out day by day... I don't know if it was an illusion. The boss was obviously a very fierce person and a born bandit. How could he not want to rob... …
Wasn't the knife in his hand just for robbery?
"Okay." Zhao Changhe stood up and said, "I'm going to practice. You guys should go and practice too. Don't just lie down one after another when Master Sun is gone. When the officers and soldiers come, they will know what death is. Let's break up. .”
After a while, Zhao Changhe went straight to the previous herbal medicine warehouse to prepare the auxiliary medicinal bath recorded in the Blood Evil Technique.
He has no intention at all to engage in the development of Shanzhai. He can really drag it out for a day. He is hiding in Beimang to be the king of the mountain for cultivation, not for farming and rebellion, and not for endless entanglement with the district helmsman. Low Not low.
The most obvious privilege of being a village leader is that you have the right to overpower the village husband... no, you have the right to let the servants heat hot water and take medicinal baths. Wouldn't you be a fool not to use it?
External Kung Fu is often accompanied by medicated baths, which is normal. It can not only stimulate the circulation of qi and blood, but also have some effects on strengthening resistance to blows. However, generally this kind of medicated bath is quite uncomfortable to soak in.
Zhao Changhe felt that Vice Helmsman Huang couldn't hold himself back today because he hadn't practiced in this area very much. Otherwise, the Blood Demon Kung Fu would still tend to be thick-skinned. Although it was not invulnerable to carry sharp weapons, it could still carry blunt weapons. He still has quite an advantage in fighting. If he practices really well, how can he not be able to withstand a kick?
In fact, the more I practice, the more I feel that the Blood Demon Kung Fu is a very powerful technique. It is aggressive and domineering, and its defensive power is also quite good. It is full of highlights on both offense and defense. The reason why it is rated so so is mainly because it has serious drawbacks and makes practicing various kinds of discomforts. But Zhao Changhe felt that even if he had internal skills, he could not abandon his external skills out of fear of difficulties, and he still had to continue practicing.
That is to cultivate both inside and outside.
If you start so late and don’t redouble your efforts, why should you surpass these two hundred and fifty!
"Hiss! Damn it, as expected..." In the village owner's house, Zhao Changhe was soaking in a bucket of hot water, grinning and almost shrinking.
It felt like there were thousands of needles pricking the surface of the skin, causing pain and itching. Then the blood flowed, the brain became hot, and a certain place naturally rose to the sky.
Well, judging from this effect alone, this medicated bath is a good thing, and I’m not lying...
But it's just... it's so damn unbearable, not much worse than when the side effects occurred. It's no wonder that Deputy Helmsman Huang and the others didn't practice much.
In fact, in Zhao Changhe's own heart, he was not worthy of praise for defeating Vice Helmsman Huang with three moves. Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sunken boat. After all, he is just a laggard whose fighting spirit has been sapped by comfort and luxury. Learning from the past, he cannot become another sunken boat.
It is the last word to continue practicing Qigong.
No matter how uncomfortable this broken technique is, you must continue practicing it.
Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth tightly, grasped the edge of the bucket with all his strength, and struggled to support it, stimulating the operation of the Blood Evil Art in the pain.
The barrel rattled as he squeezed it, and at some point he made shallow finger marks on the solid wood.
Will the helmsman be able to survive in a few months after recovering from his injury? Zhao Changhe was too lazy to think so far ahead. No matter what happened, at least he had worked hard.
