Sometimes the way to solve problems is so simple. The seemingly unsolvable dilemma can achieve the best results that everyone wants through violence.

Tong Biao looked at Guoji with shocked eyes.

Changmin, who was full of tyranny, was stunned, opened his mouth and pointed at Guoji, unable to speak for a long time.

Tian Kuang subconsciously reached out and touched the battle axe at his feet, then let go of his fingers.

Tianshuang, who was sitting in the corner, twitched all over, ran to Tianhao like a frightened cat, sat down next to him, grabbed the hem of his leather robe with both hands, and his fearful face turned pale.

Although Fusong's actions are unpopular, he is the leader of the village after all.

The half-lying Tianfeng quickly calmed down from his shock. He looked at Guoji calmly, and was silent for five seconds before slowly saying: "If killing Fusong can solve all the problems, then... I agree."

Tianhao clearly heard the heavy breathing from everyone's nostrils, and saw a pair of eyes that were constantly congested due to excitement. At this time, showing modesty or superficial false denial will only make things the opposite. He pretended to think, frowned deeply, nodded slowly and heavily, and expressed his attitude in his sigh: "If Fusong dies, then I will go to the clan city to report everything to the clan leader and ask the clan leader to give us a reasonable amount of food to pay."

Guoji's eyes twitched slightly, and his strong hope for the future instantly replaced the murderous intent that had just emerged, but he was not sure: "Really? The patriarch really would agree? He really wouldn't pursue the murder of Fusong?"

"We are not rebelling, we just can't survive." Tong Biao had more insights after all: "Besides, the law does not blame the public."

"I'll call someone." Guoji stood up and walked towards the door. He couldn't wait for a second now.

Tong Biao and Changmin looked at each other, and the two stood up at the same time, followed Guoji's footsteps and walked out of the wooden house.

With Tianhao as the core, a large group has been formed. Eleven loyalists are a force that cannot be ignored in Panshi Village. The three people who called to discuss this evening are representatives. Tianhao is very satisfied with the development of the situation. He picked up a dagger placed next to him and carefully wiped the metal blade with a grinding stone.

Tianfeng lay on the animal skin and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Lao Lao, I never thought you would be so smart. If I was right, you and the second brother had already decided to do this on the way back from the clan city, right?"

Tianhao grinded his knife again and again, and his movements were focused and agile: "If Fusong hadn't been unpopular, I wouldn't have a chance. No one was willing to starve to death. It would have been a mistake for him to exchange other people's rations for his own surname."

Tianfeng fell into silence.

Tong Biao and others were very fast. They called more than ten people and filled the wooden houses of the four siblings. The discussion that lowered their voices did not last long. In the face of absolute interests, everyone could easily form a group of confrontations.

When Tianhao took them out of the wooden house, everyone was carrying weapons.

You can't hesitate about this kind of thing. There are many people who know it, and anyone may reveal their secrets. When we were building momentum before, Tianhao could hide in the depths of the shadows, but when he needed to show up, he had to do it in a neat way. Eleven loyalists and eleven men with households in the village, this is my own power.

Knocking on the door, as usual, Amei came to open the door.

Seeing so many people walking in, Fusong was a little surprised. He was sitting cross-legged by the fire pit and eating barbecue, standing up, raising the greasy bones in his hand and pointing at the opposite side, chewing food that had not been swallowed in his mouth, and asked vaguely: "What's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong?"

Changmin rushed over like a hungry leopard, with the most fierce movement. His head hit Fusong's abdomen heavily, and the barbecue on the fire pit was kicked over, bringing a scattered sparks blown by the wind. Fusong then felt a severe pain in his abdomen. He lowered his head and saw the knife Changmin held in his hand, blood was oozing out of the broken mouth of his leather robe.

"You...I'll kill..."

A roar of shock and anger was completely blocked at the opening of several syllable sentences. Fusong raised his head and felt that the chewed meat in his mouth was mixed with saliva, turning into a sticky thing that blocked his throat. He couldn't breathe, but could not breathe. He widened his eyes and looked at Tian Hao who was close to him. The bones in his hand fell off, and his trembling fingers stretched towards his throat, touching a warm and slippery area.

The host is a lazy otaku, and his skilled tactical actions that were originally parasites would not become unfamiliar with it. Tian Hao has practiced the "throat cut" action countless times, and he was originally a warrior.

Chang Min's face was twisted by the strong desire for revenge. He stabbed the dagger forward desperately, almost sending it into Fu Song's stomach with almost the handle. Torturing the dying person is not a good habit, and it may even be considered a shame for the barbarians in the north. Tian Hao raised his hand and grabbed Chang Min's shoulder, threw him away, and then placed Fu Song, who was still twitching, and inserted his sharp knife deep into it, skillfully cutting off his head.

"According to the plan, you will capture Fusong's confidants. I will go to see the high priest."

He abandoned this sentence, carried the bloody head, Tianhao, with a calm face, walked out with great strides.

...

Looking at Tianhao who was kneeling in front of him, and then looking at the head tilted beside him, a complex light shone out from the turbid eyes of the old priest.

"Tell me! What do you think?" After a long time, the old man made a helpless and threatening voice.

"We paid 70% of all harvests this year, and everyone in the village almost starved to death. The patriarch did not agree to Fusong's request this time. He will only become more serious next year and take out more things to pay tribute. I have inquired in the clan city. The normal payout amount is only 30%. The patriarch has never asked the villages to increase its share. The food is planted by us and the deer is hunted by us. Why do we turn everything into chips for Fusong to ask for his surname alone?"

"You can only kill people when the village is desperate. Winter is almost over, but Fusong sacrifices to the God of Winter at this time. He is the leader of Panshi Village. He can share our hardships with us, but cannot share wealth with us. That is the power that belongs to him alone. There are sacrifices in spring, and the same is true in summer. All the women who have been exchanged for from outside have been killed. Who will do business with us in the future?"

"I did this time and I am willing to bear all the consequences. Tomorrow I will go to the clan city to report everything to the clan leader. No matter what kind of punishment the clan leader gives, I will bear it all."

The old priest's eyes had a special power that penetrated the hearts of the people. He carefully distinguished every detail on Tianhao's face: "Do you want to be the leader of Panshi Village?"

"Yes!" Tianhao answered very simply, without hiding his inner thoughts. Unlike those loyalists who had discussed plans in his wooden house before, the old priest's shrewdness could never be fooled with a few lies. In front of him, instead of hiding, it is better to open the trump card directly.

"I will apply to the patriarch for the lowest share of food remittance next year. I will let everyone in the village eat enough. We now have salt, which can be used to exchange things with other villages, especially the deer tribes in the south. They will spin thread and weave cloth, and the people in the village will wear clothes."

Eat full and wear warm clothes.

This is the minimum survival need of mankind, and it is also a beautiful wish that the people of Panshizhai yearn for a long time and have not realized it.

"Do as you think!" The old priest waved his hand, and he turned his body to avoid contact with Tianhao. A hint of fatigue appeared in his hoarse voice, and at the same time he thought deeply: "Go! Let me be quiet for a while."

Tianhao left the wooden house.

The eldest son Wu Qi sat down slowly beside the old priest and asked worriedly: "Father, they killed the leader. Will it be..."

The old priest raised his hand and stopped the words behind his son.

It's too late to say anything now.

Fusong was dead, and his head was placed in front of him.

After several incidents, the old priest's sense of Fusong fell sharply. He was no longer the honest man who had just taken the lead position and worked hard many years ago. The environment changed so much to a person. The old priest didn't know when Fusong began to indulge in "get the surname and become a nobleman."

He is a calm man and a useless man. Over the years, the situation in Panshi Village has not changed at all. There is no enough food every year, and the villagers can't afford to wear a piece of linen clothes.

Maybe the young man Tianhao will change the status quo.

Although he had all kinds of shortcomings, he stood up at the most dangerous time in Panshi Village and saved everyone.

The best quality of a person is loyalty and honesty. Although it is often regarded as a manifestation of low ability, no one can deny that being a neighbor with an honest person is definitely more reassuring than being a neighbor with a cunning and smart guy.

What's more, Tianhao asked for more, and he wanted to replace Fusong as the leader of the village.

The old priest felt that he could not change anything. The helpless and powerless feeling spreads in his body. It often happens, especially when Fusong goes crazy and sends most of the food in the village, the old priest will feel deeply powerless. A high-level witch practitioner like him is a nobleman, and Fusong is not afraid to attack him no matter how brave he is. But he has already figured out the temper and character of the old priest, and never asks for his opinions when doing things.

If you change someone to be the leader, the situation in the village may be better than before.
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