The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 29 Sophomore year of high school!Where is your homework?
Old man Zhao replied: "Mrs. Qiao sent someone here and said there was some trouble buying the land."

"What's the trouble?"

"The land near the camp belongs to the Gong family, a wealthy family in the city, and the Gong family and the Qiao family have never been on good terms..."

The words "not very harmonious" were said by the old man of the Qiao family. He hesitated when he spoke. Old man Zhao estimated that the conflict between the two families must be deep.

This... Fang Yu was also a little speechless.

However, Fang Yu is not interested in caring about those "grievances between wealthy families", which should be resolved by themselves.

"Does the land we occupy here also belong to the Gong family?" Fang Yu asked.

Old Man Zhao finally found out clearly and replied: "The land for the brick kiln and the land for building new houses belong to the Gong family. The others belong to several large households in the city and the government's own land."

Fang Yu thought for a while and said: "Now that we know the owner, let's go and buy it with the money. As for the government piece, wait until Magistrate Min comes over and tell him directly."

Old man Zhao nodded in agreement. He knew that there should be no problem with Magistrate Min. (Min Wengong: Can I have questions?)

However, the behavior of the Gong family and several other large households was a bit strange.

Old Man Zhao was also puzzled: "They clearly knew that we were building houses and digging ditches outside, but they all pretended not to see it. Old man, I really can't understand their plans."

Fang Yu couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter, because since the land had been occupied, it was impossible to give it back.

Those big players can choose to receive money or receive nothing at all.

"Come on, Brother Zhao, let's go over and take a look." Fang Yu said, pointing to the open space over there.

There are currently 52 people standing in the open space. The two extra ones are sophomores and seniors.

At this moment, they were standing in front of the team, one on the left and the other on the right. Each of them held a bamboo whip in his hand and stared at the person in front of him.

"Stand still! Put your hands together and clamp your legs, don't move your head!"

The person who shouted was a sophomore in high school and was now the official head of the security department of the refugee camp.

Ever since Axiu ran away alone that day, Fang Yu began to feel that the refugee camp really needed a group of specialized security personnel.

There are almost a thousand people in the camp now. When there are more people, there will inevitably be some second-rate people or people with bad intentions.

It’s always good to be prepared in advance.

So after Fang Yu discussed with Old Man Zhao, they brought up the sophomores and seniors who had been fooling around, and then selected thirty young and honest ones from the refugees.

Then [-] people were selected from the part-time workers in the county, and [-] people formed the security department.

Among them, the sophomores and seniors serve as principals and deputy principals, and also serve as discipline officers during training.

Five platoon leaders were selected from the Five Elements Queue, and they were all standing at the front of the queue.

Old man Zhao has different opinions on the selection of candidates. He thinks that those who are strong, bold, and look fierce should be selected.

But Fang Yu knew that the best source of soldiers for future generations would be those honest and friendly children of farmers and workers.

These people may be timid and cannot do it alone.

But when it comes to group fights or wars, these people can sweep away all the scum.

High force value and strong strength are of little use in Fang Yu's opinion. This is not the Three Kingdoms. Who will fight with you alone!
According to the basic requirements given by Fang Yu, these people have been training for several days. Although they have been bumpy, they are finally able to form a standard square formation.

He was nailed to the spot, not allowed to move or speak.

If anyone moves... it will be like this:

There was a tall refugee in the middle of the team who might have been bitten by an insect, so he couldn't help but secretly scratch his neck.

The high school sophomore in front immediately rushed over and gave him a fierce bamboo whip.

This kind of finger-width strip (producer: Li Shun) does far less damage than a leather-tipped whip, but it really hurts when it hits someone.The tall refugee couldn't hold it back for a moment and jumped up with a "ouch" sound.

Now it's amazing!
The instructor, Senior Senior, and the five platoon commanders all rushed over: "B*tch! I make you jump, I make you bark!"

Several people surrounded the homeless man and beat him, and after that they beat and kicked him for a full 2 ​​minutes.

The other people in the team heard that the refugee was being beaten by a group of people, but his body was standing like a stake. No one dared to glance at him.

Fang Yu just looked at it without any objection.

Maybe you will say, it’s just a few security guards, is it necessary to do this?
In later generations, the job of a security guard was to salute and open the elevator for others. In fact, he was just a waiter.

And here?If something goes wrong, you have to fight and kill people!

"Well, the training was good." Fang Yu looked at it for a while, and then left the training ground with Old Man Zhao.

Speaking of which, although the sophomores and juniors in high school were a bit stupid, they actually did this very well. Fang Yu was really impressed by these two guys.

As for the question of whether others would be reluctant if the two of them were so cruel...that question didn't exist.

These refugees respected Fang Yu as the Son of God. It was Fang Yu who saved their lives and gave them everything they had. Even if they were beaten to death on the training ground, it was natural.

None of the refugees felt anything was wrong.

There are also 20 people from the county, whose families are too poor to take the blame. They have no choice at all.

In fact, everyone is envious of them, because joining the security team can get five coins a day, new clothes, and all-you-can-eat meals...

For such good treatment, working one's life is worth it and worth cherishing.

……

My sophomore year of high school ended with a full day of training, but I was still in high spirits.

He is now the serious head of the security department, and was given the title by Fang Yu himself.

Previously, because Liu Ji was responsible for making clothes, Liu Scissors and the others called him "Mr. Liu". The sophomore in high school was actually very envious.

But what now?As the saying goes, things turn around.

He is officially in charge, while Liu Ji's boss was called out by someone else, and he won't be called out for a few days. (The clothes will be finished soon)
The sophomore year of high school secretly calculated and found that he was now the third leader in the refugee camp, besides Young Master Fang and Old Man Zhao.

"No one will dare to call me by my first name anymore!" The sophomore thought happily.

"Second year of high school! Where is your homework?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice shouted from behind.

The sophomore in high school felt very unhappy and turned around to glare at the man: It turned out to be Yan Jingsheng Yan Xiucai.

Operation?What is homework? I have never done it in my sophomore year of high school.

So the sophomore in high school replied confidently: "I don't have any homework, so you have to do it yourself!"

According to the past, Yan Xiucai would feel insulted and blush with anger.

But this time he didn't.

Yan Xiucai nodded, then took out a notebook and a pen from his arms.

He licked the tip of the pen on his tongue and began to write something on the paper.

Although the sophomore in high school was very swollen now, he instinctively felt that Yan Xiucai was a little different today, so he also moved closer.

"What did you write?" asked the sophomore.

(End of this chapter)