Chapter 85 Master, we are being bullied

Style: Historical Author: Tang Zongzi and Song BoiledWords: 2174Update Time: 24/02/20 15:59:47
Be your sister!

Kong Fangfang gave him a slap in the face. He gritted his teeth secretly, "You try to write a song. If you write it well, I will give you a prize. If you can't write it, I will punish you by depriving you of food for a day."

I thought Guan Yu would retreat in spite of the difficulties, but unexpectedly he agreed.

Kong Fang was confused.

He didn't know where this kid got his confidence. He had read Guan Yu's resume. He was a native of Qinghe. His family had no land and the family relied on his father's small business to make a living.

He attended a private school for three years when he was a child, but finally gave up because his family was poor, he had no connections, and studying was useless. He practiced boxing and kicking with martial artists for a few days, and Wang Baquan was purely his own invention.

If you believe that he can write poetry, it is better to believe that a sow can climb a tree.

A gust of autumn wind blew, picking up the fallen leaves and flying all over the sky; the sky was blue and white clouds were floating. Guan Yu opened his arms and chanted:

“The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

Weijiahai comes back to his hometown,

Are there strong warriors guarding the four sides?"

The poems are ups and downs, and the majestic passion is touching.

Kong Fang looked at Guan Yu in surprise. If he hadn't known that the Daxing Dynasty was parallel to his previous world, that there was no Han Dynasty in this world, and there was no Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, he would have believed that Guan Yu had plagiarized.

Since there was no Liu Bang, there would be no such song as "The Song of the Wind".

Is "Song of the Wind" Guan Yu's original work?

He was just a young man who had only attended private school for three years, and he was still just a small county soldier. How could he be so heroic?

Could it be that he has the aura of a tortoise because he knows how to do tortoise boxing?

Or maybe he also traveled through time like himself?

"Guan Yu? Do you know the Han Dynasty?"

"Where is Liu Bang, the founder of Han Dynasty? Do you know?"

Kong Fang stared at Guan Yu, hoping he would answer. If he answers that he knows, Kong Fang can be sure that he also came from time-to-time.

If he really traveled through time, he would at least have a companion.

It's a pity that Guan Yu disappointed him.

Guan Yu shook his head, "Master, although I don't read much, I know that there has never been the Han Dynasty you mentioned in history, and I have never heard of Liu Bang."

Kong Fang was unwilling and looked at Fang Shibo. Fang Shibo also shook his head.

"As far as I know, there has never been a dynasty like the Han in history."

"Brother-in-law, where did you hear about this dynasty? Is it an undiscovered prehistoric civilization?"

Fang Shibo asked rhetorically.

Kong Fang was speechless for a moment. He couldn't tell them that he came from another world. In that world, a great dynasty called Han once appeared. Liu Bang was the founder of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Gaozu.

Fortunately, they were just chatting casually and not having an academic discussion. Kong Fang's vague words finally covered it up. What made him happy was that after Guan Yu interrupted him, Fang Shibo actually forgot to ask him to write a poem.

Kong Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little grateful to Guan Yu, the troublemaker.

He asked Guan Yu to record "The Song of the Wind", maybe it would allow Guan Yu to pretend to be sexy.

The three of them were bragging and spanking as they walked. Although they were walking, Kong Fang forgot about the fatigue. The pig farm was already in sight from a distance. To their surprise, they heard faint quarrels.

Looking far into the distance, I found that there were many people on the construction site, and there were many more people.

"Oops, something happened." Kong Fang whispered. Just as he was about to speed up and rush over, he saw two stumbling figures walking towards them.

"It's Xiao Cui." Fang Shibo's sharp eyes recognized one of the people as Xiao Cui.

Kong Fang stepped forward and asked, "Xiao Cui, what happened?"

Xiaocui and Cao were on their way in a hurry. They were startled when they heard the shout. When they saw it was Kong Fang, they jumped up. Xiaocui even cried with joy.

"Master, you are finally here. We were bullied, and Lao Song took advantage of those people not paying attention and asked me to escape and call for help."

"They were too fierce. Old Song asked us to invite county soldiers to suppress them." Ms. Cao was relatively calm and supported Xiao Cui.

"Master, I'll leave Xiaocui to you. I'll call someone."

She let go of Xiaocui without waiting for Kong Fang's response, and walked away in a hurry while twisting her butt. Kong Fang waved to call her back. After all, both Fang Shibo and Guan Yu ran faster than her.

But he eventually gave up.

First, Cao's running posture seemed clumsy, but her speed was actually not slow; second, she was so sincere that he couldn't bear to hit her.

As for those who came to cause trouble, he really didn't look down on them because they had bodyguards around them. Regardless of whether the county soldiers can arrive in time, he will make them pay the price.

"Let's go to the construction site."

Kong Fang waved his hand.

Xiaocui instinctively stopped him and said, "Master, there are quite a few of them and they are very fierce. Let's wait until the county soldiers arrive before we go."

"Don't worry, I can fight a hundred of these people each." Guan Yu smacked his chest and vowed, but his eyes when looking at Xiaocui were colorful.

Looking at Xiaocui again, her expression was shy and coquettish. Kong Fang, who had lived in two generations, keenly discovered that there was a story between the two people.

But he doesn't reveal it.

One is unmarried, the other is unmarried; one is a county soldier, and the other is a swineherd.

They are well matched, and they are in love with each other.

The only thing Kong Fang needs to do is to wish them a happy marriage.

"Hey, Xiaocui, aren't you scared? Why are you blushing? Shouldn't it be that your face is pale?" Fang Shibo spoke in an innocent manner, as if he was curious about a baby.

Kong Fang chuckled secretly.

He didn't believe that the pick-up king didn't understand style, but believed that Fang Shibo did it on purpose.

But Xiaocui's face turned redder and she rubbed her clothes at a loss. Guan Yu immediately clenched his fists with a bad look on his face, but after a moment he unclenched his fists.

"Xiao...Xiao Cui, you are here to greet the county soldiers. We will deal with it first."

he stammered.

Xiaocui lowered her face and responded in a low voice, "Yeah." Upon receiving Xiaocui's response, Guan Yu rushed over like a cheetah with a "whoosh" sound.

"Hey, hey, wait for me."

Fang Shibo lifted up his trousers and jumped up and down to catch up.

Fighting is not Kong Fang's strong point, and according to the normal script, the boss is the last one to appear, so he is not in a hurry to catch up and follows up slowly.

"Master..." Xiao Cui caught up, cautiously hesitating to speak, her face shy and frightened.

Kong Fang knew what she wanted to say without asking.

"Xiao Cui, I told you that you are already a free man and you have the right to choose your own life. This guy Guan Yu is indeed not bad."

Xiaocui's face turned even redder, and she hurriedly knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master. I...I will definitely repay you for your great kindness."

Kong Fang didn't help her, turned around and left.

He has never been used to the habit of kneeling when people in Daxing Dynasty come to the court.

There are more than 20 people in Lao Song's construction team, most of them are his neighbors and relatives, so they are relatively united. They are holding poles, shovels and other tools in their hands, and they are confronting a group of people.

There are more than twenty people in this group. Although they don't have special skills, tattoos, or big earrings, they are no less arrogant than the gangsters in their previous lives.

Their weapons are relatively standard, each carrying a machete.