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The old man's face softened a little.

He said in a deep voice: "It's not impossible to listen to you say more, but these Han people must all be arrested." ”

Peng Pai and his party wanted to resist, but they were stopped by Haili's eyes.

They were a group of 100 people, and they could only be tied up.

After tying up Peng Pai and the others, the old man sat down slowly and said coldly: "You can say anything you want, but if you want to make the old man believe in these Han people, it is impossible." ”

Hailina sat down with the old man, and she said: "Brother, I remember that when you and I traveled to the Han land together, you made a great wish that in your lifetime, you must let the slang people get rid of the life of being with wild beasts and live a life comparable to that of the Han people."

However, you have worked hard for half your life, and we slang people still hide in this mountain forest to live. Now, there is an opportunity in front of us that allows slang people to really live a happy life, and it cannot be missed. ”

The old man glared, not believing Hai Li's words at all, and he said in a deep voice: "Since you brought the Han people to our village, then this matter must be related to the Han people." The Han people are cunning, how do you make the old man believe what you say. ”

Hai Li smiled bitterly: "Brother doesn't even trust my little sister?" ”

The old man snorted coldly: "The old man doesn't believe you, the old man doesn't believe in the Han people." ”

Highbury interjected, "The Han people have a saying that pie doesn't fall from the sky. The cunning Han people must have a plot against us, auntie, you may have been fooled. ”

The old man glared and said to Highbury, "Shut up, I'll talk to my little sister, and you don't have the right to intervene." ”

Hai Li said in a deep voice: "Brother, once this opportunity is missed. We slang, maybe our ancestors will have to continue to stay in the mountains and forests for generations to come. ”

The old man shouted: "What benefits have the Han people given you, it is worth your trouble to speak for them." ”

Hailina took a deep breath and said solemnly: "They agreed, give us a slang city." ”

The old man sneered, "Haili, you are a three-year-old child when you are an old man?" When the old man and I went to Yongzhou in person, I negotiated with the governor of Yongzhou, and wanted to let the slang people go down the mountain. But people ignored it, and even released the sentence that those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

In the eyes of the Han people, we slang people are barbarians, even worse than slaves. How could they give us the city. ”

The old man glanced at Peng Pai and the others coldly, and sneered: "Little sister, I'm afraid you've let people cheat you." Let the old man send someone to suppress these people, and after using the punishment, everything will be clear. ”

When Peng Pai heard the old man's words, he suddenly said: "You don't have to be tortured, if there is anything you want to ask, you just ask, I must know everything, and I will say everything." ”

The old man pointed at Peng Pai and said to Hailina: "Have you seen it, they haven't been tortured yet, they are afraid." ”

The old man sneered, stared at Peng Pai, and asked, "The old man came to ask you, what is the purpose of your Han people plotting against me as a slang?" ”

Peng Pai said indifferently: "The purpose is very simple, the young master once said that any good life is won by one's own hands." The young master can give you slang people the life they want, dozens of times better than you think. But in return, you must pay your strength to help the young master fight. ”

"Hahaha......"

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "You are right, a good life is won by your own hands." Since I, a slang, want to rely on the conquest to win a good life, why do we still listen to the orders of the so-called young master in your mouth. ”

After laughing, the old man restrained the smile on his face, glared at Peng Pai coldly, and said disdainfully: "He wants to enslave us slang, it's just a dream." ”

Peng Pai still looked indifferent, he stared at the old man calmly, and said, "The young master has never enslaved anyone, and he has never wanted to enslave anyone. I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it. Peng was just a grass guy before, living like a pig and a dog.

Since he has been under the command of the young master and helped the young master do things. Peng felt like a person.

Under the command of the young master, there are countless people like Peng.

Although the young master was a little harsh on us, he never treated us as slaves.

The young master gave us food, gave us clothes, took us to make contributions together, and treated me like a brother. ”

The old man sneered, "He is good to you, but he has ulterior motives and uses you." ”

Peng Pai shook his head, "Uncle, you are wrong, the young master has never used us, and we are willing to help the young master do things." For example, these brothers around me, there are slang people, there are also wingmen, and there are Han people.

They all sincerely follow the young master. ”

The old man frowned, and carefully looked at the other scarecrows in the same outfit as Peng Pai.

He will be suspicious: "Really? ”

Peng Pai nodded, and immediately asked the slang and wingmen in the scarecrow to speak to the old man in slang and wingman.

The old man also passed through the slang and wingmen in the scarecrow, and learned about their lives after taking refuge in Yang Yansi.

When he learned that Yang Yansi had built a city for the slang and the bureaucrats, had already let the slang and the bureaucrats move in, and helped the slang and the bureaucrats to work and live, let the children of the slang and the bureaucrats study together, and let the Han, slang, bureaucrats, and Jiaozhi people live together regardless of whether they are high or low, the expression on his face was no longer calm.

The old man didn't pay attention to Peng Pai, but stared at Hailina and asked in a deep voice, "Little sister, are you really the city lord of Miza City?" Is life in Miza really what they say it is? ”

When Haili saw the old man asking like this, she knew that there was a play, and she hurriedly nodded.

"Although Xiaomei does not manage the affairs in Miza City, the Han people, slang people, wingmen and Jiaozhi people in Miza City do not distinguish between high and low, everyone is treated equally, and they are all from Miza City.

The people of the city will not be forced to live with wild beasts, nor will they be buried in the mouths of wild beasts. ”

The old man frowned and said in a low voice: "The slang people of the Eighteen Villages, you have handed them all over to others." The authority of tens of thousands of slang people, you put it in the hands of others, are you willing? ”

Haili smiled lightly: "There's nothing unwilling, my little sister is living very fast now." Every day, I watched the slang people not have to be killed or injured because of hunting, the sun rises and the sun sets, everyone has food, and the little dolls have books to read.

This kind of happy life, Xiaomei didn't even dare to think about it before. The so-called authority, compared to these, Xiaomei doesn't care at all. ”

The old man snorted coldly, "You don't care, can I not care about the old man?" Do you want me to abandon the authority passed down from our ancestors and become an idle city lord like you? ”

Hai Li smiled indifferently: "As long as the slang people go out of the mountains, they can live a happier life than the Han people." Xiaomei thinks that it doesn't matter if the authority is not the authority. ”

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