As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 168 The Drunkard Is Not Drunk
"Fuyao, we traveled together half a year ago."

As time goes by, the sun sets in the west, and the dim afterglow dyes the sky red.

On the outskirts of a village in the Blood-Cloaked Army's territory, a giant white bird landed on the ground, its form transforming into a tiny form.

It fluttered its wings and landed in the hands of a handsome young man.

Mingchen picked up the tired little bird, his eyes gentle and he said with some emotion.

Half a year ago, he left home to go to Beijing to take the imperial examination. With him was this bird that he had raised since childhood. At that time, he was just an unknown candidate.

Now, nothing seems to have changed, and Fuyao is still the only one by his side.

But things have changed and people have changed. The wheel of time pushes people forward continuously. The unknown scholar has become a big man who stirs up the world and attracts countless people.

His shadow can be seen in every aspect of the world.

"Son~"

The little bird rubbed against Mingchen's palm, eyes full of intimacy: "Fuyao will always be with you!"

"Good~"

The relationship between man and bird is warm and close.

But then, the bird raised its head and said, "That's what I said, but please don't deny it, sir!"

"I've been flying for most of the day. Sir, you have to tell me a story tonight!"

"You can't fool me~"

Her eyes sparkled with cunningness.

His mercenary appearance completely destroyed all the warmth.

Mingchen poked her head and said with a smile, "Okay, then follow Fuyao. When has the young master ever fooled you?"

"Humph!"

"Young Master has fooled me a lot!"

Facing Mingchen's smirking face, somehow, the face that I had seen through the cracks in the window in my memory these days gradually overlapped.

Fuyao shuddered all over, turned her head and whispered softly.

"kindness?!"

"Good good!"

"So this is how I appear in Fuyao'er's mind!"

“Sad!”

"I decided not to tell you stories tonight!"

Fuyao:? ? ?
"what?!"

"Young Master!!!!"

"You're teasing me again!"

"Hahaha~"

The traveling young man and the bird got along very well, but the surrounding environment was not suitable for the two of them.

Poor villages and dilapidated farmland.

There were few people in sight. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the green grass swayed in the wind, but the farmland was a bleak scene.

Mingchen was wearing a green tight-fitting brocade robe, with a wine gourd hanging around his waist and a jade stick in his hand. He looked like a rich young man on a trip, but he seemed out of place in this poor place.

The fields were overgrown with weeds, and it looked as if they had been left unattended for a long time.

If Shushu were here, he would feel so sad and would definitely ask why no one is cultivating such good land.

"hurry up!"

"Son, are you still taking it? Your sister has been hungry for three days."

"Mother, this is necessary! It's okay to suffer a little now. When peace comes in the future, His Majesty will reward us handsomely!"

"Auntie, the imperial court is collecting grain. I see that your yard is well maintained, and you must have a lot of surplus grain at home."

"Leave it to our Blood-Cloaked Army! Once we conquer the world, we will surely establish a dynasty where there will never be famine..."

……

The man and the bird approached the village, but they heard a burst of noise in front of them.

Figures wearing red turbans shuttled through the village. They were all young and strong men running from house to house, holding bags of food in their hands.

Mingchen walked over unsteadily. There was a mud house nearby. An old woman in her sixties or seventies was standing at the door with a bit of anger on her face.

In front of her was a young man wearing a red headscarf. He was less than thirty years old and had a pointed chin and monkey-like face.

He peeked through the crack in the door, his eyes full of eagerness.

"Young man, I don't have many years left to live. I may not even see the establishment of a new dynasty!"

"The old lady has no children, and the food supply has been paid in full."

"Why, you want to take away the surplus food in my house? Do you want me to die?"

The old lady looked to be in good health. She couldn't help but wave her bamboo stick at the young man, trying to drive him away.

"Auntie, you're just one person, how much can you possibly eat? Your family must be quite wealthy, so don't keep any of it!"

"You said you have no children, and you can't take them to the fields."

"We are all citizens of Da Qi, and we must support our king's great cause."

"If it weren't for the Blood-Robed Army's uprising, you would have been living in dire straits, right?"

"Let me in and take a look..."

The young man was so thick-skinned that he didn't care even when the old lady scolded and pointed at him. Instead, he took advantage of her because she was old and weak and squeezed his way into the door.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

The old lady stamped her feet and couldn't help shouting at the other person.

But how can an old body stop the nimble and strong soldiers?
In the end, the other party broke in.

"Hey, Auntie, the country is in shattered chaos, and you seem to have some leisure time!"

“These flowers are so beautiful!”

"But if you have this free time, you might as well plant more food!"

The gate was opened, and the yard was filled with flowers and plants. Unknown flowers were in full bloom, emitting bursts of fragrance.

The rude soldiers broke in, completely ignoring the old woman's angry curses and shouts, and trampled on the flowers and plants.

This scene happened right before his eyes, but Mingchen did not move. He just stood quietly with the bird and watched the show.

It seems that there is no intention to promote the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young. However,

"Whoosh!"

The figure flashed.

"boom!"

Not long after the soldier entered, something flew out of the house at an even faster speed.

He just fell down in front of the old lady.

It was the soldier who had just broken into the yard. He was covered in dust and dirt, and suddenly raised his head: "Who?!"

He was kicked hard in the chest and felt that it was difficult for him to breathe.

His face was filled with anger, and the playful smile he had just shown to the old lady disappeared in an instant.

"Hey!"

"Doesn't the Great Qi state advocate serving the people, eradicating corruption, and creating a peaceful nation for the world?"

"Why? After Your Majesty ascended the throne, you people started exploiting the people?"

A clear sneer was heard, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread out, illuminating a human figure.

He sat on the wall, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, shaking his legs, and watching the man who was kicked away with interest.

He was not tall, had a long face, was about thirty years old, and was missing one eye.

The soldier who was kicked got up from the ground and glared at him fiercely: "Who are you?!"

"I am a member of the Blood-Cloaked Army!"

"How dare you disrespect His Majesty?!"

"You assaulted the Blood-Cloaked Army and delayed grain collection. Do you know what crime you're responsible for?!"

"Whoosh!"

The bamboo pole flew through the air and accurately stabbed into the side of the soldier, trembling slightly.

The angry soldier shuddered and turned pale.

"Hey!"

The one-eyed man chuckled and jumped off the wall.

With nimble and light movements, he came up to the angry soldier and said, "What a huge hat!"

"Tell me, what have I said that is disrespectful to His Majesty?"

He wasn't tall, but with his arms folded across his chest, his imposing presence overshadowed the taller soldier. "The decree from Xiaoyao City clearly states that grain collection must be based on the principle of voluntary consent from the people, and that the people's property cannot be forcibly seized. How come it's been so distorted here? Do you think it's bullshit? Just because people don't want to, you start to rob them?"

"I'd like to ask, who is your superior?!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slapping sound was heard, and the face that had been smiling just now gradually became gloomy.

A gloomy face appeared in front of the soldier.

As the sun set over the mountain, the light dimmed. The soldier opened his eyes wide, only to see the single eye emitting a cold and murderous light.

The voice seemed to penetrate into my heart.

"The reputation of the Blood-Cloaked Army has been ruined by people like you!"

"If you can't collect grain, then you can't collect grain. You're misinterpreting your majesty's intentions. You're so ambitious, aren't you afraid of sacrificing blood for the flag?"

"Forehead……"

"you……"

The soldier seemed intimidated by him.

'Xiaoyao City', 'Your Majesty', 'Flag Sacrifice'...

He pieced together some information from the fragmented words and felt that this man was powerful and somewhat dangerous.

"Um... sir, perhaps there was a problem with the transmission of the order. I will confirm with our captain."

He glanced at the man, and his previous anger disappeared in an instant. He smiled awkwardly and bowed to the person in front of him.

Then he retreated.

None of his companions seemed to notice him.

The farce ended a little too quickly.

Mingchen just stood there watching the show the whole time, saying nothing and doing nothing.

"Auntie, are you okay?"

After driving away the soldiers, the man let out a sigh, looking a little unhappy.

He turned and asked the old lady behind him.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter~"

"Thank you, young man."

The old lady held his hand and smiled kindly: "Come to my house and sit down."

While pulling him, the old lady squinted her eyes and looked in Mingchen's direction: "Young man, you are from another place, right? It's not peaceful here at night! How about coming to my house and rest for a while?"

Mingchen smiled and didn't refuse. He bowed to the old lady and said, "I was just worried about where to go! Thank you for taking me in."

The man seemed to notice then that there was a crowd of onlookers nearby.

He turned around and looked at Mingchen.

Mingchen, in terms of appearance, temperament, and clothing, could easily distinguish himself from the people here. However, he was not wearing any red fabric.

The Blood-Clothed Army, now it is the Great Qi, the people regard red and blood as beautiful, and basically everyone has a piece of red cloth on their body.

If you don’t have money, you can also use blood to dye it, and it’s okay if it dries and turns black.

But when he saw the wine gourd on Mingchen's waist, his eyes lit up.

He approached Mingchen with a smile on his face, completely devoid of the fierce look he had just shown when facing the soldiers. "My name is Ye Wuzui. May I ask your name, sir?"

"Hello, Brother Ye. I'm Chen Ming."

While Ye Wuzui was looking at Mingchen, Mingchen was also looking at him.

[Drunkards are not drunk]

[A drunkard drinks a thousand cups, just to get drunk once.]

drunkard?

There are really a lot of good wines in this world.

(End of this chapter)