Because he also experienced this kind of thing on earth, at that time, he stepped forward to save the old man who was going to be buried alive, but because of the shortage of various resources caused by the war, the old man eventually died of illness and hunger, and he did not change anything but extended his life span for a few days.
This time, Lei Sheng chose not to be indifferent to life, but to have a different realm. Every life has its own trajectory and saved the old man. What if death really means liberation in this chaotic world?
When those young people returned and passed by Lei Sheng, Lei Sheng suddenly asked, "Who is in charge of you here, big brother?"
Those young people looked at Lei Sheng in unison. When they saw Lei Sheng’s pale skin and handsome appearance, they didn’t dare to neglect him. They quickly stopped and bowed down and said, "Go back to this village and let the Tutsi help the city."
"How many such gangs are there in that city?"
"There are twenty."
"Who is in charge of these twenty gangs?"
"The duke, of course."
Lei Sheng has traveled halfway across the planet of Hubei. He found that there are few management modes like Fenglei City, and other counties, including Dashan County, are directly managed by the owners.
This wolf county flood column city is no exception. The duke is in charge of everything in the city, and there are twenty gangs to help manage it.
After thanking the young people, Lei Sheng went straight to the village. Several young people didn’t care that Lei Sheng, a stranger who suddenly appeared, kept them busy again.
After going through several villages in a row, Lei Sheng saw the entrance of the city gate. Strangers can’t enter the city directly unless you have a letter from a prominent person in the city.
But Leisheng passed through many cities in a row and never walked through the main entrance. He came to a place where there were no soldiers patrolling the city and used ladder clouds to climb up.
The scene in the city is bleak, even if there are several small business shops, there are no doors at the door.
There is a gambling house that shouts from time to time.
At this time, a lean man with dark hair in Yintang came out of the gambling house. He spat and came to a nearby steamed bread shop and picked up a steamed bread that had just come out and ate it.
The Han ate three times in a row before he was satisfied.
The shopkeeper watched the other party eat free food and opened his mouth. After all, he couldn’t help asking, "Mr. Zhang, you can’t always do this. Protection and taxes are the same as mine. You have eaten thirty steamed buns here this month. When will you calculate the account?"
The surname Zhang Han turned around and said, "I, he, Mavericks and grandchildren always eat your 30 steamed buns. What’s the matter with him? Isn’t it rare for me to eat your Mavericks and grandchildren steamed buns recently?" Don’t be ashamed of him. It’s your pleasure for me to eat your steamed bread. How many people want to invite Mr. Zhang to dinner and I still ignore them? "
The shopkeeper said with a wry smile, "That’s, that’s, that’s, who’s Mr. Zhang? You’re captain Zhang’s distant brother. Who doesn’t curry favor with you? But I’m a small business, earning a little profit every month just enough to pay taxes and protect Mr. Zhang. I can’t afford this month."
Zhang Han stared at his eyes. "I still have to pay for it after talking for a long time. I don’t think you should do this business."
Zhang Han, the surname, is about to hit this steamed bread stall. As soon as his front foot stepped out, it burst into a spark and fell to the ground.
The steamed bread shopkeeper was shocked. When he saw that Zhang Han was crawling on the ground, there was no movement. He tried to shout "Zhang Ye Zhang Ye" twice.
What’s going on? The shopkeeper bravely went forward and took a closer look. He found that Zhang surnamed Han had no breath and immediately panicked and exclaimed, "Dead man, dead man, Zhang Ye is dead."
When he shouted, he immediately leaned out a few heads, but soon shrank back.
When the shopkeeper saw that no one paid attention to him, he died in front of his steamed bread shop again, and he was not good at ignoring it, so he crustily skin of head and walked into the gambling house.
After a while, a group of people walked out of the gambling house and ran to the body of Zhang surnamed Han, and they talked about it.
"You said he ate your three steamed buns and fell down when he came here?"
"Ah yes not …"
"Yes or no?"
"Sun Ye, you won’t doubt that there is something wrong with my steamed bread, will you? I’ve wronged me. I’ve sold steamed bread for two generations. Even if there is something wrong with this steamed bread, I dare not give it to Zhang Ye. Sun Ye can’t write two grandchildren. We are home. You can’t doubt me so much."
"Go away. Who is he? He is a family with you. When Lao Zhang dies, there must be a saying that the problem lies with you."
"Wodou"
As soon as the surname Sun’s voice fell in a clear voice, he took the turn.
Chapter 126 Destroy help (for collection)
Lei Sheng stood in the street and looked indifferently at the group of others who were guarding Zhang Han’s body.
"Take me to your Wang"
"Did you kill Lao Zhang?" The surname Sun Handa asked