"I've met my ancestors."

Outside the camp, the young man was proud to have borrowed flowers to offer Buddha this time, and he won over the generals without spending a single minute. However, before he could climb up to his eyebrows, the general on the opposite side suddenly clasped his fists behind him, as if he saw some terrifying person.

The boy suddenly reacted.

He instantly packed up his extra expression and gave a deep tribute to the medicine collector, with a respectful and humble attitude. He raised his eyes again, and only the admiration was left in his eyes. As a down-and-out child, he knew that everything in front of him was brought by this cheap ancestor, so how dare he be disrespectful?

The herb collector raised his hand and signaled him not to be too polite.

"What are you talking about just now? It sounds very happy?"

Although the young man was scheming, he had not practiced at home. He could not tell the true emotions in the words of the picker. He was worried that the other party had really not heard it, or he asked it knowingly. However, the general beside him responded quickly and opened his mouth and said, "Xiao Lang is asking for advice from the last general."

The herb collector glanced over the other person with a light look.

"Oh? What did he ask you for advice?"

What is the implication? What is the confusion that cannot speak to him, his ancestor, and have to bow to a half-baked outsider?

Just one glance made the general's hair stand up all over his body, and his scalp was itchy and numb, as if hundreds of ants were crawling by. The general swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva nervously, endured the impulse to use his martial arts to resist the pressure of the collector's medicine, and said, "Yes, please, please help me to settle the female prisoners whom the Lord rewarded... The young man was young and kind, and could not stand the weak and bullied..."

The young man didn't understand, but the general understood a little.

In the era when the herb collectors lived, killing became a trend, and now it is even more cruel. At the most fierce times, warlords fought each other and revenge and seeking enemies. The more they fought, they became crazy. They would rape and loot, and even massacre the city in every battle, so that every household would be sacked.

At that time, the male Ding Qingqiang quickly withered. Women not only had to work hard to give birth, but also had to carry most of their livelihoods. Even so, the speed of childbirth and raising was still not as fast as the warlord butcher knife.

The population has been cut in half again and again, and all forces have been in a slump.

Under the pressure of sharp decline in population, the major warlords had to reach a tacit understanding, whether it was fighting or robbing, they did not hurt the lives of female prisoners as much as possible. The herbicide collector who came from that era might not be accustomed to the act of using female prisoners as military prostitutes to reward soldiers. The general did not know whether his speculation was right or wrong. Fortunately, the herbicide collector's reaction gave him a reassurance.

He raised his eyelids: "Oh? What do you want to do?"

The boy turned pale when he heard the scene.

He dared not interrupt and prayed in his heart that the generals must not answer wrong.

Fortunately, this general was quick to learn and was also clever: "This group of female prisoners was given by the Lord, and they were also noble women from the Youguo Kingdom. They had a special status and were not easy to release them at will. Finally, they would send someone to inquire about it to see if there were any soldiers of the right age who had made meritorious but had not yet married in the camp, and they would match up and make a marriage happen, and at the same time they could show the Lord's kindness of pity for the lowly and the weak."

"Pity the weak and cherish the weak? Haha, it's a bit like a human being."

The herb collector left with his hands on his back.

The boy opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

He accidentally met the dark pupils of his ancestors, and his pores exploded in an instant, his mind was blank, and he almost lost the ability to think. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the lining was wet with sweat at some point, and the soft silk was sticky to his skin.

The other person's funny words were heard in his ears.

"... People should not forget their roots. I remember that your ancestors had also had a rough situation. As her descendant, you don't say how to glorify your ancestors, but at least you shouldn't sprinkle salt on the wound." The herbicide collector left this before leaving, and his tone became more impatient.

The young man did not dare to move until the herbicide collector left for a long time.

His cheeks were burning violently, and all kinds of embarrassing emotions were rising. I don’t know if it was because the disposal rights of the herbicide collector threw him into trouble, or because the "gift" promised to others was forced to be taken back, or if he learned that his ancestors had encountered such a thing, he was told in front of outsiders. The young man believed that his family was born, his ancestors were famous, and his life was innocent. Even if he was in a down-and-out place now, his bloodline would bring him back to the clouds...

Cui Zhi and Cai Yaolang's appearance made him believe it.

But I didn't want my ancestors to personally expose his skin.

The general saw that the young man was uncomfortable at first sight, so he casually found an excuse to leave here. It would be annoying to continue to stick here.

The herbicide collector was completely unaware of the psychological activities of the boy.

Even if you know, you can't understand the other person's thoughts.

When he was young, not to mention ordinary people, even the nobles and royal families could not eat enough every day, nor could everyone have silk and satin to cover up their body and ugly things. Survival is still a problem, who is still worried about the little things under the crotch of men and women?

Since I learned that I had bloodlines, the collector of the Medicine has been uncontrollably recalling the details of the past. He thought about things on the day and dreamed about things on the night. He dreamed about some details. He vaguely remembered that the other party was a widowed young woman with a surname.

Being from a big family, life is not easy.

When the city was broken, she was captured and luck was given to a pretty good man, who protected her and her family for two years. However, the man was not lucky and was killed by a wandering arrow on one side of the siege. The woman in the clothes was wandering along with her only few relatives and found other tribesmen. Those tribes were kind-hearted and willing to take her in and give her a place to live.

The woman in the dream had a pair of thick calluses. She was dependent on others and had to do everything herself, and she had to do all the rough and tiring work. That day, he was entangled by the stream, and he was full of curiosity and the novelty of first taste of clouds and rain. Pay attention to the rest.

Compared with most ordinary women at that time, the woman washing clothes was lucky. She lived to the death of her children and grandchildren. But these were not enough to erase the sufferings of her early years. As her descendants, she should not be ashamed of her ancestors.

After all, it’s not that I’m looking at the children I’ve been born or raised. The herbicide collector is not very close to the teenagers, so I just point it out. It’s best to be able to understand, but it doesn’t matter if I can’t understand…

The blood he longs for is the blood that can inherit all of his.

It's not that he's not picky about anything.

The young man knew that he had caused his backer to be unhappy, so he turned around and went to find the head of the Cui family to make an idea. Cui Zhi is a family uncle, so the other party will definitely not ignore him. If he can establish a good relationship with Cui Zhi, it will become a great help in the future and help him rebuild his family's glory!

What happened here soon reached the Lord of Qi's ears. She sucked the clouds and blew the mist, staring at the cigarette mouth carved with white jade in her hand with interest: "...I thought he was the one who killed people, but I didn't expect that he was also a man who cherished flowers, with fineness in the thick."

"Lord, those prisoners?"

The king of Qi said: "Do whatever you should do."

Except for the female prisoners targeted by the herbicide collector, other prisoners, regardless of the men and women, were dealt with according to the old rules, killing what should be killed and rewarding what should be rewarded. She saw Qi Cang sitting in the corner wandering around the sky, deliberately named Qi Cang and asked about his opinion on this matter.

What can Qi Cang have?

He is just watching others pass the time.

When there is not enough excitement, he will deliberately induce war: "I don't care about these things, but just think that if the matter is known by Ms. Mei, she will try her best to stop it..."

In Qi Cang's opinion, Mei Meng is a woman who knows the way of survival. She knows very well that if she wants to survive in a crisis-ridden environment, she can't do it with just one person's strength. Two fists can't beat four hands, and twenty-year-old Chehou can be beaten to death.

It is right to win over allies as much as possible.

Not only did he win over every woman who could practice internally, but he also made a clear attitude to the outside world. After Mei Meng took power, every war won by Qi State in every battle against the outside world could not be rewarded or rewarded the soldiers as before. In order to soothe the soldiers' dissatisfaction, Mei Meng made up for it in material terms, and gave the soldiers the big trophy and the military pay was sufficient, and the effect was considered acceptable.

Although this move offended a group of people, the compensation was in place, and the resistance encountered was not as great as expected. At the same time, it also attracted a group of allies for Mei Meng. These allies started too late and grew too short. If you want to see the benefits from these people, you still need to wait patiently. Mei Meng has this patience, but the king of Qi did not.

Mei Meng wins allies, and the first thing she loses is her interests.

The big head of the trophy should have belonged to her.

The loss of benefits can be seen by the naked eye, but the benefits are more than ten years or even decades later. Who knows what happened at that time? Isn’t the owner of the land under my feet or her?

When Qi Cang mentioned Mei Meng, the king's face was a little sank with his naked eyes and said, "Jinghe will understand the melancholy's difficulties."

Generals are not so easy to drive.

These are jackals, tigers and leopards that don’t see meat or mouth.

Mobilize their enthusiasm for combat and make them willing to sacrifice their lives to conquer cities and land. Gold, silver, jewelry and beauty power are the most direct and effective stimulation! It takes money to fight and governance. Instead of spending your own money, it is better to spend the enemy's money to do your own business.

It’s not that she doesn’t understand Mei Meng’s intentions.

I just think it's too stupid and thankless.

She is the king of the country, the king of the country with the power of life and death, and the person who is beneficial to her power is her alliance! Power is her alliance! The enemy's woman is just a resource for her to achieve her goal! Why should we be pity? Why should we take the risk of offending our own people and treat them well? Throughout history, which superiors have not been on the corpse and the sea of ​​blood? Where can we distinguish between men and women?

She only cares about the immediate benefits and losses.

Qi Cang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe."

Not long after, Cui Zhi came to ask for a meeting.

Qi Cang was very sensible and took a tactful look, leaving the space out. Walking out of the tent, he met Cui Zhi, narrowed his eyes slightly to try to see the person's thoughts. He opened his mouth and said sarcastic: "Who is Cui going to recommend to the master again?"

Cui Zhi smiled but said nothing.

Qi Cang deliberately pinched his throat: "Mr. Cui is now a celebrity around the Lord. But I have something to say to you, accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, let alone being a tiger."

Cui Zhi went straight to the point: "The general might as well speak out."

"Is Mei Jinghe plotted against you?"

Cui Zhi looked straight at Qi Cang's scrutiny: "The general's words are wronged. Could it be that she did it? "

Why did the evil people complain first?

Why don’t he say that his wife Cui Hui almost died at Mei Meng’s hands?

Qi Cang snorted heavily, rolled his eyes and left.

Cui Zhi did not regard Qi Cang as a threat.

Qi Cang is a ungrateful wolf who can betray at any time. If you really want to be sincere, it is also to Zheng Qiao back then. After all, Zheng Qiao is really generous to Qi Cang, and the two are in a bad mood, so it is difficult not to play together. The current king wants to do what Zheng Qiao can do to conquer Qi Cang? It is unlikely.

Maybe one day he will be stabbed by Qi Cang back.

The king did not care about Qi Cang and Cui Zhi's conversation outside the tent. She only cared about what Cui Zhi did. Cui Zhi was a little surprised by the king's anxiousness: "... As far as I know, Gong Yang Yongye seriously injured the famous general of Kang State with a great advantage and returned with a great victory. There is no more daring warrior in Kang State than Gong Xiqiu..."

As for Shen Youli, is slightly better than Gongxi Qiu?

This is all news from a few years ago.

Master Shen concentrates on state affairs and handles national affairs, so he doesn’t have so much time to practice, and he is probably left behind by Gongxi Qiu.

Taking down Gongxi Qiu is a blow to Kang Guo's morale.

The king was still dissatisfied and even urged Cui Zhi.

The king of Qi could only tell the small details from not long ago and sighed: "... As the saying goes, I know the small things, but I feel that Gong Yang Yongye is not a member of the way. Even if he uses kindness to repay him and asks him to surrender and help for a while, it is an external force after all and cannot be relied on for a long time."

The herb collector will not help her for a long time.

But if Kang Guo doesn't kill him, it will always be a hidden danger.
To be continued...