She glanced at Fang Shiyi and Fang Shibo uneasily. The stinky man is so frivolous that he dares to be frivolous with me in front of his younger brothers and sisters!
Hum, try moving again, believe it or not, I will treat you like a pig.
As expected, Kong Fang did not dare to move any more and deliberately kept the distance between the two of them.
Fang Shiqing suddenly felt bad.
This idiot is really a pig!
She gritted her teeth.
Kong Fang saw her ferocious face from the side, and he suddenly had the idea of escape.
But he quickly suppressed the foolish thought.
Fang Shiqing can fly, and his air superiority has always overwhelmed ground firepower. He believed that he could not run more than three meters before Fang Shiqing's knife was already placed on his neck.
But, if you don't run...?
What will be the consequences?
Who in the sky can show me a clear path?
He looked up at the sky, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and remembered the secret of picking up girls taught by Fa Xiao in his previous life.
The secret gained at a heavy price for five packs of spicy strips shouldn't be a surprise, right?
After being entangled for a while, he felt relieved, took a step forward, and pressed close to Fang Shiqing again.
The two of them were dressed in each other's clothes, and he smelled Fang Shiqing's virgin fragrance again, and boldly appreciated the elasticity and smoothness of the girl's skin.
When a woman says "No" when publishing novels, she actually says "Yes" in her heart.
So he decided to take a gamble and make a bet, and his lover would become his wife!
Sure enough, Fang Shiqing did not use the knife, but his expression softened a lot, and his expression was still a little awkward. Kong Fang seemed to be enlightened, and the spiritual platform seemed to be equipped with a 3.5kw dysprosium lamp, which was full of light.
He taught Fang Shiqing step by step how to load gunpowder and iron sand, and then put on the fire starter. Fang Shiqing held the handle of the blunderbuss, "Here, lift the short blunderbuss, like this..."
Kong Fang gently lifted her jade arm, not forgetting to squeeze it.
Sure enough, my hands are like catkins and my skin is like gelatin.
"You idiot! Bah..."
Fang Shiqing spat softly, his ears were as red as blood jade. Kong Fang had already understood the essence of picking up girls. Instead of giving up, he kept pushing forward and moved his palms forward.
"Madam, please straighten your arms." He pressed forward.
"The muzzle of the gun is aimed straight ahead... Yes, that's it, aim." His palm covered the back of Fang Shiqing's hand, and his index finger overlapped with hers.
"Are you aiming?"
"Be careful of the recoil of the short gun. Hold the short gun tightly. Don't be nervous. Relax... Come on, are you ready? When we are, we will pull the trigger."
Seeing Fang Shiqing nod slightly, he put his index finger on hers and pressed it down gently.
"Bang"
The short musket made a muffled sound. After another critical hit, the poor tree's branches and leaves were messy, and its hair was disheveled like a village girl who had just been hit by a wall. Fang Shiqing threw the short gun to Kong Fang and stomped away bitterly.
"Humph, you bastard, if you take advantage of me, I will definitely settle the score with you!"
That voice was not the roar of a lion from Hedong, but the murmur of Yan Yu.
Kong Fang also wanted to pursue the victory and deepen their relationship, but Fang Shibo was eager to seize the short blunderbuss.
"Brother-in-law, I want to play too, you teach me, hurry up!"
You naughty kid!
For the first time, Kong Fang felt that the naughty child was really annoying. He raised his hand, and finally the slap landed on his back, and at the same time, the palm turned into a claw... scratching his head.
With a forced smile on his face, "Okay, I'll teach you, like this..."
In order to cover up, he repeated the actions he used when teaching Fang Shiqing. After the gunshot, the small tree almost turned bald, and Fang Shibo exclaimed with great satisfaction.
Fang Shiyi was eager to try, but after seeing Professor Kong Fang's posture, she was too embarrassed to try.
Kong Fang looked helpless in his eyes.
The three Fang siblings were very excited when they saw how powerful the short gun was. The most reassuring thing in troubled times is the sword and gun in your hand.
The Fang family already has thunder, and if they have a short blunderbuss, it will be even more powerful than a tiger. Multiple safety guarantees are necessary. Even if Kong Fang can't lift it with his hands or carry it with his shoulders, the three siblings don't have to worry about his safety all the time if they have short guns for self-defense.
Kong Fang was not as optimistic as them, because the short gun had its critical shortcomings: it was slow to reload, could only shoot once per reload, and had a short range.
If two enemies appear at the same time, the chance of him killing him is more than 50%. But he couldn't bear to say it and didn't want to pour cold water on them.
And he also has a layer of protection, which is Monkey's Chunyu Tower.
He won't let go easily.
Returning to the county government office, the county magistrate Gongsun asked for an audience.
Gongsun Chai was admitted as a scholar in the 20th year of Yonglong's reign. His family fell into decline and he had no way to become an official. He had no choice but to open a school and teach apprentices to make ends meet. Mr. Luo admired his talent and recommended him to Kong Fang.
Kong Fang naturally agreed readily.
First, he believed in Mr. Luo's vision and character; second, he needed to form his own team as soon as possible.
Gongsun Chai was indeed very talented. Not long after he took office, he took care of everything in the county in an orderly manner, making Kong Fang feel relaxed.
"Sir, there are a total of 113 bandits who were captured from Litou Mountain and have been detained in the county prison. Since Qinghe County was established, there have never been so many prisoners, so the cells are insufficient and overcrowded."
"Of course, this is not the point. The point is that these more than a hundred people eat, drink, and defecate every day, and they must add more guards to guard them. Sir, the county originally has insufficient financial resources and manpower..."
Kong Fang finally understood that Gongyang did not want to keep these people.
According to the laws of Daxing, he has the right to deal with these bandits. The simplest and crudest way is to take them to the door of the vegetable market and behead them one by one.
First, it complies with the people's will; second, it demonstrates the national law; third, it can deter the young.
But he didn't want to do that.
He chose the second method of disposal: selling them into slavery.
As soon as this statement came out, both Gongsun Chai and the three Fang siblings felt that he had read too much and had become a nerd.
The Daxing Law allowed the buying and selling of prisoners.
However, most of these prisoners are family members and children of convicts who were sentenced together, and they are definitely not violent prisoners. These captives are typical thugs, and keeping them as slaves is like keeping a wild beast by your side.
Who buys it?
This is not how money is spent.
"he."
Kong Fang pointed at Fang Shibo. When Fang Shibo heard this, he slapped his butt and jumped up, "Who are you talking about? I will buy it? Brother-in-law, which of your ears have heard that I want to buy bandits as slaves?"
"I'm young, not stupid!"
Fang Shiqing and Fang Shiyi were also confused. They would not believe that Fang Shibo wanted to buy these desperadoes as slaves, and besides, there was no shortage of domestic slaves in the family.
Fang Shiqing was a little unhappy.
Some people just need a beating in their five elements, and they want to be brilliant as soon as they are given some sunshine.
"Madam, why don't you buy it?" Kong Fang asked Fang Shiqing with saliva on his face. Fang Shiqing couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth, looking at my bad temper...
"choke"
A sound of metal clanking suddenly sounded, and Gongsun Chaidan saw a cold light flash past his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, a sharp sword was already placed on the adult's neck.
Poor Gongsun Chaijie, a scholar who had never seen such a formation before, was so frightened that his two limbs trembled. He wanted to shout but his throat seemed to be clogged with chicken feathers.
Can't shout.
