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Chapter 14: The Fire Kiln Renter, People's Hearts Are Evil, Ji Family Boy, Have You Entered the Threshold of a Warrior?!
however.

Just as Ji Xiu left Lin's house and was about to cross the street leading to his own house, which was short, yellow, dilapidated, and full of sewage.

Then I saw a figure running towards me quickly, taking several steps at a time.
"Ji Xiu, Ji Xiu!"

Hearing the noise, Ji Xiu couldn't help but stop when he saw the breathless young man with a crew cut and burnt yellow hair running towards him.

The man was called Zhang Qing, the sixth child in the family with five married sisters, so he was also called "Xiaoliu, Liuzi".

He was one of the few people that Ji Xiu, a poor man, knew in the slums.

They were childhood playmates before they awakened their innate wisdom.

After losing both of my parents this year, my family has received a lot of help from his family.

So even though he had entered the stage of Aojin and became a warrior, Ji Xiu did not lose his duty despite the surge of emotions. Instead, he smiled and said:
"Liuzi, have you eaten?"

He was in a good mood and wanted to make a joke, but the next second, Zhang Liuzi's words made Ji Xiu's smile freeze, and he suddenly clenched the handle of the wooden sword.

"What are you eating? Come with me!"

Liuzi touched his burnt yellow scalp and stamped his feet anxiously:

"A kiln manager, for some unknown reason, has come to trouble your family and is demanding the 'autumn rent'. We can't stop him. He says he wants to take our sister away as collateral if she can't pay."

"You sold it to the Lin family, and Ji Wei is the only one left in the whole family. Aren't you deliberately looking for trouble? Are you trying to wipe out the whole family?"

Collect rent!

Ji Xiu's eyes turned slightly cold, and he instantly remembered this incident.

Fire kiln is a general term for many businesses including "coal mining", "iron wrought iron", "smelting" and so on.

This is a microcosm of a huge industry.

It provided livelihood for countless ordinary families.

Together with the firewood market, cattle and sheep market, as well as the private venues and shops of those gangs, they constitute the livelihood of the entire 500-li Anning County.

But this is no charity business.

For example, the shabby street near Ji Xiu's home was the "property" that Huo Yao bought from the government office. It was only rented out to poor families like them to settle down. Even if they didn't work there, they had to rent it.

Otherwise, there would be no place to live.

But in the past, it was paid once a year. How could it make sense to collect an "autumn rent" in the fall?

Do you really think that it is the 'Spring and Autumn Taxes' issued by the government?
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiu ran all the way to the gate of his own fenced yard without stopping.

But people were watching the excitement from the outside, and saw that the people living in the leaky thatched roof house were gathered in a circle, with a crowd of people:

"The little sister of the Ji family is really in trouble. Her brother sold her to the Lin family. She has no worries about food and drink, but she is the only one who suffers."

"This rent collector is just collecting rent, but he puts on such an air. It's obvious that someone wants to take advantage of the family, or his brother has offended the manager of the kiln!"

"I heard his brother making some noise a few nights ago. He seemed to be sharpening a wooden sword. What can he do with a broken wooden sword? It's so noisy and it keeps me awake!"

"Even though you're so poor, you're still dreaming of a peaceful life."

"The old man from the Zhang family is the same. He is used to doing good things and always rushes into people's guns."

Accompanied by whispers.

There were two cold laughs:

"Uncle, you are old and have worked in the kiln for so many years. I won't make things difficult for you. Please go away quickly."

"I want to ask Ji Wei for the autumn rent of three taels of silver. Can you help her pay it?"

Qiao Jin, a man in red with tattoos on his face and looking quite intimidating, crossed his arms.

The dull man who was pulling his sleeve, with an honest face, but was stunned by the "three taels of silver" in his words, said awkwardly:
"In the past, the rent was always two or three hundred yuan, so why?"

Hearing this, Qiao Jin raised his foot impatiently and kicked him to the muddy yellow ground. He rolled twice before spitting:
"Stop making noise! That's what I say!"

"Do it!"

The three or five hooligans following behind him heard it.

With ill intentions, he approached the trembling girl who was holding the broken wooden door.

"Little girl, you are unlucky."

Qiao Jin smiled:
"Someone wants to discipline and control your family."

"Your brother is not sensible, so I have to let you down."

"You guys"

The setting sun cast its last rays in the evening, and Ji Wei's face turned pale with fright. She looked at Uncle Shuanzi lying on the ground, covered in mud, and wanted to go forward to help him.

But he was frightened by these people and could only retreat holding the corner of his clothes.
however.

But at this moment!

Phew!

A sound of mud and sand splashing suddenly occurred.

"How come I don't know, I have offended someone?"

Pushing aside a group of villagers, Ji Xiu kicked open the fence and leaped over with big strides. His eyes were like the cold dew in early spring, with heavy frost.

The people who looked at him shuddered unconsciously!
"Why does Ji Xiu seem like a different person?"

Those who had seen him for many years could not help but be astonished.

This,
Is it the Ji Xiu who used to be pale and skinny, like a bag of bones? !
Liuzi, who was following behind Ji Xiu and had a red face when he saw his father being kicked away, was even more shocked when he saw Ji Xiu rushing in without hesitation with a wooden sword in hand.

As a playmate for many years.

He had never seen Ji Xiu like this before! "Brother!"

Ji Wei had tears in her eyes and was suddenly surprised when she saw Ji Xiu.

Qiao Jin felt a chill and a sudden sinking on his back, then he tightly gripped the knife in his scabbard and turned around abruptly.

Only then did he realize that the person behind him was just a "paper tiger" wearing cloth and holding a wooden sword.

Then he relaxed all over and said with a smile:
"The momentum is quite strong,"

"It's just a broken wooden sword"

His eyes suddenly became stern:

"I have practiced swordplay for so many years, but I have only just reached the state of strength. Do you think you are a martial artist who has reached the state of strength?"

"No wonder the old man in the house asked me to teach you a lesson."

"I really don't know the rules."

"Originally I would have collected three taels of rent from you and given you a lesson, and that would have been the end of it. I would not have made things difficult for this little girl, but now."

"Without five taels, this matter is not over!"

House?

Ji Xiu frowned, his thoughts raced for a moment, and soon he locked onto one person.

The steward in charge of the 'stable', dressed in a blue brocade gown!

His several indirect attacks, coupled with his deliberate targeting of
When Ji Xiusi entered the house, he thought of the incident of Lin Ruyue's frightened horse and connected the two things together for no reason.

It's directed at me!
His face became even darker, and he helped up Uncle Shuanzi, Liu Zi's father, who was lying in the mud, with an apologetic look in his eyes:
"I'm sorry, uncle."

Entrusting him to the anxious Liuzi behind him, Ji Xiu did not hesitate and went forward with his sword.

If the warehouse is solid, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.

If his knife is not finished.

He will endure it.

after all,

The word "forbearance" is like a sword hanging over your head. A little humiliation is nothing compared to losing your life.

but.
Today is different from the past!
"Why don't you stop your brother Ji? He is young and has a bad temper. How could he know that only a 'martial artist' can be in charge of the kiln?"

"He He."

Uncle Shuanzi, who was covered in yellow mud and had his back bent, saw this scene and pushed his son Zhang Liuzi anxiously.

"Brother Ji, stop, he's the kiln manager, we can't afford to offend him!"

Liuzi wanted to reach out and pull, but failed to grab Ji Xiu's sleeve.

And his wooden sword has already been handed out.

For a while.

This caused the three or five hooligans following behind Qiao Jin to burst into laughter:
"A broken wooden sword, fighting against a real sword?"

"This kid must have developed hysteria from practicing swordplay!"

"Brother Qiao, teach him a lesson!"

The crowd booed.

Outside the fence, the villagers were also shaking their heads.

However, he was originally smiling, thinking that this boy had lost his mind, so he didn't care at all and clapped his hands, ready to take the force of the wooden sword.

But the moment he caught the wooden sword, his expression changed a little:
"No, you.?"

When the wooden sword, which had no edge and was made of force, hit his arm.

Qiao Jin felt something that was impossible to be born in this Ji family.

That thing is called 'knife power'!
Instantly, instinctively.

Muscles and muscles drive qi and blood, so when Qiao Jin sensed danger, he wanted to use his palms to fight back.

But it was too late.

Pfft!

The force of the knife hit his arm.

The strong bones, muscles, and flesh, like a deflated ball, suddenly became soft at a speed visible to the naked eye!
This powerful kiln manager was in pain.
Kneel down on one knee suddenly!
Simultaneously.

He supported the limp half of his arm with one hand, sweating coldly as he endured the pain.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, veins on his forehead throbbed, he forced his head up, his lips trembling:
"Ji Family"

"you you"

"After entering the sword energy, I became a warrior?!"

In a word!

in an instant,
There was total silence inside and outside the fence.

In this muddy alley, not even one warrior can be produced in three generations.

Today.
You said that he, the son of the Ji family, really mastered it? !

(End of this chapter)