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Those hermits trembled.
Immediately, Boling County fell silent until a group of cavalry rushed into the city gate.
"Oh my god, it's Jia Ping'an!"
Jia Pingan put on his helmet and armor, and led two hundred cavalrymen to the gate of Cui family in Boling.
"Who killed the man?"
Patriarch Cui came out with a group of people.
"Who killed the man?"
No one answered.
Jia Pingan pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, "There are only three things, who ordered the use of weapons? Who took people to intercept the hermit? The last time..."
"He dare not..."
someone shouted.
Jia Pingan pointed at the man, and Li Jingye rushed over, punching and kicking all the way, and then carried the man out.
"Break the leg!"
Li Jingye stepped on it.
"what……"
Jia Pingan squinted at the Cui clan chief, "I gave you a chance, but obviously you still want to put on the airs of the so-called gentry and think that you are a god... Then, today I will knock this so-called god into the dust and come people!"
The crowd clapped.
"He really wants to touch Mrs. Cui!"
"My God, this is hundreds of years... No, I'm afraid it's something that hasn't happened in 1000 years. It's scary."
"This is a gentry!"
The onlookers are still afraid of the gentry.
Why are they afraid of the gentry?
The first thing they fear is the officials, because the officials can decide the honor and disgrace of their family.And what is the gentry?The gentry can decide the life and death of officials, and they have been so high for hundreds of years.
The people couldn't see their appearance, thinking that they were all like gods...
But today someone wants to knock these gods into the dust.
Look at that Cui Shizi whose leg was broken, screaming...
"The last time the boy from the Wang family broke his leg and screamed, it wasn't so miserable."
A sense of superiority arises spontaneously.
"It turns out that the nobles of the gentry... turned out to be like this?"
The so-called gods descended to earth.
The children of the Cui family who were beaten up by Li Jingye dared not speak out.
"Is this a god?"
The soldiers drew their swords.
The patriarch of the Cui clan said in a deep voice: "Do you dare to do it? The people of the world will tear you to pieces!"
Jia Pingan smiled, "The people in the world you are talking about... mean the nobles and dignitaries, right? What about the common people?"
Yes!
What about the people?
"People are not people!"
Jia Pingan felt a wave of anger rising, "Looking back, your ancestors were also farmers, craftsmen, and soldiers... The people worked hard with their faces on the loess soil and their backs to the sky, and the people of the world have supported your family for hundreds of years, which is not enough. ?Is it enough!"
Cui's people sneered.
"You think you are a god, and you divide the world's ranks. You are superior, the royal family is second, and the common people are animals that work for you..."
Cui's patriarch took a step back.
He saw murderous intent in Jia Ping'an's eyes.
"The beasts you thought you were helpless this time, and when those beasts stand together, you'll tremble..."
Several horses came.
"Duke, those hermits have rushed out."
The patriarch of the Cui clan changed his expression greatly, "Jia Ping'an!"
"Take people!"
Jia Pingan pointed at Cui Shi.
The patriarch of the Cui clan changed his expression and shouted: "My friend!"
Several men took the initiative to come out.
There are also dozens of slaves, all with their heads held high, as if they were going to die generously.
"They actually handed over?"
The onlookers were stunned.
Is this still Choi?
"Break the leg!"
Jia Pingan ordered.
"Jia Pingan!" Cui's patriarch hissed, "You sent people to meet those lowly dog slaves who rushed out of Zhuangzi, and you sent people to kill you..."
Jia Pingan looked at him, "Isn't it enough for you to be pampered and pampered for hundreds of years? A month's profit is a loss. The more you enjoy today, the more miserable the retribution will be tomorrow."
Until later, the failed examinee held up the butcher knife and killed the children and grandchildren of these people.
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