The fate of writers

Chapter 135 Breaking the Door
The once magnificent Du family was completely dilapidated.Qian Liu left Du's house with the last group of people.The surviving servants of the Du family also got out of the hole.The owner of the Du family had no one else except for an unconscious young lady, Du Ying. This aroused their greed. The soldiers could take away things that were inconvenient for them. They could take them away and run far away. nor come back.

At this time, the textile factory is facing the second test. This time it is not a few scattered people, but an organized and planned team.

"Bah." A half-armored leader spat out the chewed grass roots, "Why haven't you eaten! Listen to my password, one-two-one-two-"

"Hey, why are you still fighting here?" A passerby laughed.

"Go, go, go." The leader's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. If he had no choice, who would be willing to fight to the death.It's like this without a backstage. You can't even get the pork on the table, so you can only use your subjective initiative.Now he can only hope that this textile factory can produce some valuable goods.

I heard that most of the fabrics of the prosperous Jinxiu Cloth Manufacturers in Yinxian County come from here. It is better to monopolize the source than to compete with others for a ready share.The leader felt that he was simply too wise.

Finally, with the unremitting efforts of everyone, the door was broken open.

The leader pushed the younger brother away, he wanted to see who the hell was blocking him for so long.

My good fellow, there is a cold light in front of my eyes. There are only a few people who use serious weapons, but I can't help but recognize that people are holding sharp weapons. You can tell by the sharpness that they are usually sharpened, and they use good iron.Looking at the well-organized lineup again, the leader gritted his teeth, this is a tough bone.At the same time, he was also thinking, if he has been so unlucky recently, should he find a temple to worship to get rid of the bad luck.

"The general came here uninvited, and the small family has nothing to entertain. If you serve a cup of clear tea, the general will show you his face?" Jiang Ling stood up and stood in front of him.

Huang Yiping followed behind Jiang Ling, holding a knife in one hand and a teacup in the other.

The leader couldn't hide his ruthless eyes when he saw Jiang Ling's calm and composed appearance, and the woman behind her.

It would be cowardly not to give him a favor, and he has no courage to give him a favor. What if the tea is poisonous?He discovered that he drank drugged wine when he was young and went to the underworld to report in advance.

"Is the general worried that the tea is poisonous? I thought the general was a hero." Jiang Ling took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

Jiang Ling glanced around while drinking tea. Very good. A good start calmed them down. The leader's retreat also halved the evil spirits of the group of people who rushed through the door. When rationality begins to return, they will start to be afraid.And the female workers around her became excited.

It is very important to implant this perspective that you can defeat it and that it is no different.

"Are you kidding me?" The leader also noticed something was wrong.

Pulling out the knife and brightening the knife is like a signal, and the atmosphere of the sword is tense, as if a violent incident is about to break out.

"Why did the general say this? If you don't drink tea as a sign of friendship, you are not a friend, but a bad guest?" Jiang Ling paid attention to every subtle expression of the leader. If there was anything wrong, they would strike first.

"It took a lot of effort for the brothers to enter the door as guests, so you can't just leave, right?" The leader made a gesture that you understand.

Damn it, this is definitely not because he is greedy for life and afraid of death. There are so many people on the other side, and everyone is holding a sharp weapon. It is not easy to save people by yourself. But he can't die on the battlefield, but in front of cattle and sheep. He is doing this for his brothers. We think about it, yes, that’s it!

(End of this chapter)