noffsinger Chapter 347 Flying Dish, Intimidation
Chapter 347 Flying Dish, Intimidation
After hearing this, everyone understood what was going on.
This is a golden opportunity, and it might not come again. It's probably too late to merge villages now.
Otherwise, they would all like to merge their village into Wangyue Village, so they can benefit from it!
This idea is impractical, but they still need to attend the North City Academy; they can't fall behind.
Otherwise, Wangyue Village would produce scholars, xiucai, juren, and jinshi, while their village would only produce peasants generation after generation.
Compared to each other, these are all bitter tears.
The village chiefs immediately gritted their teeth and prepared to go back and, if they could, tighten their belts and send all the families in the village to study at the North City Academy.
Take a gamble, and your handcart might turn into an oxcart!
One more gamble, and the oxcart will become a horse-drawn carriage!
With such a faculty, Chengbei Academy is unmatched by any other county in the region.
The Chengbei Academy has now entered a golden age, with a constant stream of students enrolling, and even students from other counties flocking in, almost breaking down the door.
This instantly reversed the academy's continuous losses, allowing Gao Mengli and Lin Xi to make a fortune.
Of course that's all for later.
At this moment, the two, unaware that they were about to make a fortune, had just gotten out of bed.
Because, early in the morning, Dou Weiyi skipped all official business and came to our door.
After seeing Dou Weiyi off, Lin Xi and Gao Mengli sat at the stone table in the courtyard, looking at each other in silence.
Rebellion is inherently a high-risk investment, much like investing in stocks.
If any link in the chain goes wrong, they will not only lose everything, but also their lives.
I knew the storm would come quickly, but I never imagined it would come this fast.
"This matter is somewhat tricky..."
Gao Mengli tapped the stone table lightly with her finger, her brows furrowing slightly.
According to Dou Weiyi, if Tang Guangjun's combat strength is inferior, then his combat strength is also inferior.
There are many outlaws and highly skilled martial artists in the village. With Mengze and his group, taking down the five of them shouldn't be a problem.
However, these people certainly wouldn't make a move in broad daylight.
If she acts at night, when visibility is poor, her fire attack will be much less effective.
In a battle where vehicles run over each other, someone is bound to get hurt.
"Xixi, go find Doctor Cui and ask him to prepare the medicine for the injury. Buy the necessary ingredients from Doctor Li."
Lin Xi nodded and hurried out.
Gao Mengli's eyes were deep and unfathomable as she carefully enunciated a few words: "The Dragon Guard..."
Outside Wangyue Village, a group of five people, dressed as ordinary folks, got off the village's horse-drawn carriage.
The five people were wrapped in fine cotton clothes, but one of them wore a white felt hat with a curtain, and his soft coughs could be heard from behind the white curtain from time to time.
Each of the five carried a congratulatory gift they had bought on the street and mingled into the crowd of people offering their congratulations as they entered the village.
When the first person in line reached the front, he quickly congratulated Uncle Zhao: "Great news for the Lin family! We are from out of town and have brought some small gifts. We've come to ask for a drink at your celebration. Please don't take offense!"
Uncle Zhao happily accepted the gifts, and the group entered the village smoothly.
Gao Mengli stood on the city wall, watching the every move of the five suspicious people below.
Gao Mengli unconsciously stroked the blue bricks of the city wall with her fingertips, a cold glint in her eyes.
The five men walked unsteadily but deliberately slowed down, their wrist muscles tense when they bowed, clearly the posture of someone who had been holding weapons for many years.
Furthermore, his smooth and steady approach to things sets him apart from Du Hao and his fellow villagers, who are hot-blooded and easily angered.
Poor Huang Mao was unaware that his own boss had compared him to Huang Mao and crushed him into dust.
He was quite happy to help entertain the villagers and do odd jobs.
"Master, should we stop them?"
Mengze's voice came from behind.
She shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the directions the five men had taken after they dispersed: "Let's see what they're up to. Have the bandits keep watch, especially the dungeon; don't let your guard down."
They held the emperor hostage and used him to command the feudal lords.
Crown Prince Yin Bi cannot die for the time being.
If he dies, after the success, many "Yin Bi" will emerge, claiming legitimacy and causing unrest in various places.
I will definitely die, but not now.
Mengze accepted the order and left.
The most dangerous place can also be the safest place.
He assigned two people to guard the real dungeon.
Then a new location was designated, an empty cell was set up, and a large number of people were sent to patrol it.
After arranging everything, he returned to the banquet to continue helping out and keeping an eye on people.
Lin Xi and Hei Yi were busy in the makeshift kitchen, serving dishes at an incredibly fast pace.
As the hostess, Gao Mengli, along with Da Niu, publicly thanked everyone who had come to support them before preparing to begin the banquet.
"The first dish is a spicy and sour cold appetizer!"
As Zhao Chen called out the names, the cold dishes were brought out and placed on the temporary food table.
One outlaw was in charge of a table, and instead of the traditional method of serving dishes, they opted for "flying dishes."
After all, there are still suspicious people at this banquet, so we must first show them Mochizuki's strength.
Those who dare to make a move now should think twice.
As the first dish was thrown away by the Green Forest Hero while he was standing still, it was caught steadily by Du Hao in the distance without spilling a drop of soup.
boom!
The scene erupted in astonishment, and the pipe in the hand of Li, the village chief from the neighboring village, clattered to the ground, stunned.
Du Hao spun around and placed the dishes he was holding steadily on the table.
"What a handsome kung fu!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd, and several mischievous children stared in disbelief, instantly filled with admiration.
When Uncle Zhao saw that the old village chiefs looked at him with envy and pride, they raised their eyebrows at him in an annoying way.
Du Hao, you can't be envious of him, he's from our village!
The village chiefs were furious at his smugness.
I really want to put a sack over his head and beat him up tonight.
In the shadows, five suspicious individuals exchanged glances.
The man in the hat, who was at the head of the group, gripped his chopsticks tightly, his knuckles turning white.
The "flying dish" technique just now, which seemed like a show of skill, actually contained a hidden sword formation movement.
If anyone dares to make a move during the meal, the porcelain plates in their hands can instantly turn into deadly hidden weapons.
"The second dish is a specialty developed by the Lin family—Beggar's Chicken!"
As Zhao Chen shouted "Beggar's Chicken," a unique aroma of charred meat mixed with earthy fragrance suddenly filled the air.
A dozen or so large balls covered in yellow mud shot out of the kitchen.
The sound of the mud clump cutting through the air was like the whistling of a sharp arrow.
The skilled whip-wielder among the outlaws swung his rattan whip and caught the mud ball.
Before anyone could see clearly, the mud shell burst open with a "bang," revealing the emerald green lotus leaves inside.
"then!"
With a loud shout, the bandits beside him threw plates in the direction of the beggar's chicken's freefall, catching the chicken steadily and sending it flying towards the various tables.
The person in charge of each table would smoothly receive the beggar's chicken and place it steadily on the table.
Gao Mengli carried a wine bowl as she walked among the guests, but her smile did not reach her eyes.
She stopped in front of the five-person table, raised her bowl and gestured: "Gentlemen, you have come from afar, would you like to try this beggar's chicken marinated with twenty-three kinds of spices? This is the first time I've made it, so I don't know if it will suit your tastes."
After saying that, she turned around and greeted the villagers at the other tables.
The group exchanged glances, staring at the beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves on the table, which had been opened by the villagers, their Adam's apples bobbing involuntarily.
It even smells a little good, what's going on?!