"Pa~!"

Looking at his armor and weapons, Yang Gan patted his forehead with a look of regret on his face.

"Your Majesty, what is this?" Fei Lian looked stupid and had no idea why Yang Qian wanted to hit him.

Yang Gan had a headache and said, "I actually forgot that this is a civil war. We won't kill people if we can. I even brought a dragon-slaying knife."

If Yang Gan is wearing the Su Iron Sword, he can still spare the opponent's life, but once he is equipped with the Dragon Slaying Sword, there is almost no enemy he can defeat.

It is almost impossible for a person who is hit to survive. This is completely different from Yang Qian's imagination.

Cao Wushuang wondered, "These are rebels and rebels. Shouldn't they all be killed?"

Yang Qian rolled his eyes and said, "There are thousands here and thousands there. There are not many people. But there are 300,000 soldiers from the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, and they are all killed? Then there will be a famine in the Seven Kingdoms in the coming year."

"In addition, the Seven Kingdoms are close to me. When a famine occurs, they will definitely come here. With one county, I cannot help the hungry people in more than a dozen counties."

"So, even if there is civil unrest this time, the number of people who died must be controlled within a reasonable range."

Cao Wushuang shook his head and said, "I advise you to be cautious. If you release the captives rashly, how will you explain to the emperor? If you release a rebel privately, he will be punished with the same crime. It is a law applicable to all countries. Don't you know this?" "

Yang Gan picked up the dragon-slaying knife with one hand and kept stroking it. The smooth, black and heavy blade made Yang Gan feel a lot better instantly.

"Master, am I so stupid? You can see how I handle it when the time comes."

"Okay, everyone, protect your armor. This is what saves our lives. Now go and rest. I will call you when we set out."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Ran Jing and Fei Lian handed over their hands, they went out. Yang Qian raised his eyebrows at Cao Wushuang and said displeased.

"Master, why are you still here? I'm getting ready to take a shower."

Yang Qian not only spoke, but also kept waving his little hands, obviously showing a very disgusted expression and had already driven away the person.

Cao Wushuang immediately walked towards the door. When he came to the door, he paused and muttered loudly as if talking to himself.

"What's interesting? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Chang Gui looks like an earthworm~~~"

After saying that, he closed the door tightly.

Yang Gan's face suddenly changed a few times, and he suddenly pulled away from the inn, saying angrily, "Can you speak? If you can't speak, no one will think you are mute. An earthworm with three fingers thick is a snake or a python."

"Bang~!"

After Yang Gan finished speaking, he used a little force to close the door very loudly, as if the entire door was embedded in the door frame.

On the counter downstairs, an elderly shopkeeper and a grey-haired bartender were sitting together, holding their chins in their hands.

"Oh, it's great to be young."

"Today's young people are really open-minded."

"What do you think is the relationship between the two of them?"

"It's hard to say what the relationship is, but it's definitely not the principal wife."

"how do you know?"

The shopkeeper weighed the coins and silver in his hand and said with a smile, "How can you spend so much money on your wife? The money is kept by the mistress of the house."

"What do you know, you old bachelor? When you get married, women take care of the housework."

Suddenly the shopkeeper's expression changed and he scratched his chest fiercely, "Oh, you are really an ancestor. Didn't this break my door?"

The old restaurant owner laughed and said, "They are so wealthy. When the time comes to keep accounts, business has been very poor recently, so we might as well calculate the price of two doors."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Not bad, I can save some money while I take this opportunity to save it for my son and get a wife."

The old bartender did not speak. He looked at the missing wine bowl on the counter, his cloudy eyes full of confusion.

"I don't know if the child can come back."

The shop owner suddenly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, as if he didn't care and said, "Who knows, anyway, if I save the money, even if... well, I still have something to think about."

"Alas~~~!"

Time passed, and in the evening, there was a knock on the door of the restaurant.

"Guest, are you here?"

"come in."

The restaurant owner came in carrying huge plates and placed a large amount of food on the dining table.

When he just stood up, he saw a short figure walking towards him.

The restaurant owner was stunned for a moment, and then asked uncertainly, "Guest, can you finish eating so many dishes?"

Yang Qian didn't say anything, and walked around the table. His whole body suddenly lost his vitality. He pointed at a bowl and said displeasedly.

"Three slices of mutton? Are you kidding me? Could it be that the money I gave you is not enough? Meat, I want big meat, bring it to me quickly."

The restaurant owner is already quite old, and the wrinkles on his already wrinkled face have become deeper.

"Guest, what time is it now? The whole city is under martial law, and everything that can be eaten has been confiscated by the government. What kind of war is this?"

Yang Gan glanced at the old man and said calmly, "I'm just a businessman. It's okay to talk casually in front of me. But you must know that trouble comes from your mouth. You, a restaurant owner, should be careful with your words."

The restaurant owner was stunned for a moment and immediately realized what he was doing. He was instantly shocked and went outside the door to look around.

Yang Qian looked at the sunflower seeds, rugs and bean rice soaked in soup on the table, and suddenly lost interest.

After getting used to eating big fish, big meat, fried and fried dishes that are beyond the times, it is hard to eat the food of this era, but there is no way to eat it. If you don't have the energy, let alone beating people, it will be troublesome if you can't even bring the equipment. .

"Restaurant owner, I want to eat meat, no matter what method you use."

The restaurant owner turned around, frowned and said, "It really has no meat, it has been taken away by the government a long time ago."

Yang Qian immediately took out two coins from the bed and threw them to the restaurant owner, "Don't tell me it's not enough. You can buy several sheep with this money."

The restaurant owner gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll think of a way."

With that said, he was about to go downstairs, when Yang Gan's voice came from the room, "No dogs or humans, others are welcome."

The restaurant crowd paused for a moment, then quickly walked downstairs.

Yang Qian himself used to raise dogs, and now he has started to raise dogs, but he didn't eat them before, but he never talked about the people who ate them.

Unlike some people who regard dogs as their own sons, they won’t let others eat them even if they don’t eat them.

In the end, they intercepted dog transport vehicles on the highway, causing harm to others and themselves.

In fact, many people don't know that in history, dog meat has been eaten for far longer than pork.

Dogs are also a kind of meat. Dogs, horses, cattle, sheep, pigs and chickens are collectively called the "six livestock".

It is also a kind of food for humans. If we really want to count, the history of humans eating dog meat should be traced back to 10,000 years ago. There are written records that are as long as 3,000 years.

There is actually no difference between human beings' friends and cows. It's just that there are more things to eat now and there are many kinds of things. In addition, they are full and have empty hearts. They treat people as human beings and treat non-human beings as human beings.

If it really counts as hard work, then the cow can be ranked first, it is the hardest worker.

In ancient times, killing cows was a serious crime. It was mentioned in the Book of Rites that princes would not kill cows without any reason. Unfortunately, in modern times, cows suffered more misfortune and became a frequent guest at the dinner table.

After getting rid of his complaints about the Virgin bitches, Yang Gan didn't even look at the food. He took a wine bottle and drank two mouthfuls to suppress his hungry stomach.

This is not a blended wine, it is an absolute food essence. Even if you are a little hungry, drinking some wine is still beneficial.

Not long after, a large bowl of meat was brought up. The aroma was overflowing. Regardless of whether it was delicious or not, the amount alone made Yang Qian swallow his saliva.

"Guest, are you satisfied?"

Yang Qian picked it up twice with his chopsticks and said speechlessly, "It's not satisfactory, so be it."

Just after sending away the hotel servants, Cao Wushuang and others walked in with rice noodles and looked at them eagerly.

"Come in, let's eat together." Yang Qian said helplessly.

Everyone rushed in immediately. Ran Jing aside, Cao Wushuang and Fei Lian were both born with supernatural powers.

According to the law of conservation of energy, people with strong strength can eat much better than ordinary people.

Of course, there are also people who are super able to eat but have little strength. Such people have a unified name - rice bucket.

Under Yang Gan's persuasion, everyone sat on the floor and feasted on the food table.

You know, if such a meal were placed in any scholar-bureaucrat's home, he would definitely be criticized verbally and in writing.

Even for people who are close to each other, meals are shared.

“The mutton was not blanched, bad review.”

“It was cooked over high heat. The surface of the mutton was too old and the inside was a little raw. Bad review.”

“I didn’t add anything to remove the fishy smell when cooking. The mutton smell was too strong. Bad review.”

Yang Qian ate and complained at the same time, saying that the whole pot of mutton was not worth three cents, but he was not slow at all.

It was getting late, just when everyone was full of wine and food.

"Dong dong dong~~dong dong!" A rhythmic knock on the door sounded.

Everyone was curious, but Yang Qian was very calm, as if he already knew, "Come in."
To be continued...