"God has ghosts, shut up."

Qi Hui pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand and stood on the convex rock on the right side of the young master, looking down at the trembling prisoners lying on the ridge of the vegetable field below and scolded him, a bunch of waste.

Unexpectedly, his angry voice made the Thirteen more stable.

Everyone was surprised and frightened and peeped at the six figures in the smoke of lights.

Wang Langjun looked at their embarrassed figures without any joy or sorrow and said indifferently: "Old Yuan, they have come here, what else do you have to say?"

"Uh, the young master is a good idea, I feel ashamed of myself!"

Yuan Tiangang said with a wry smile, "It seems that everything has been criticized by the young master?"

Or the young master predicts everything and takes on talents.

However, this way of selecting talents is too ruthless and tricky, and it almost leaves no way for others to survive!

You should know that these are the captive talents left by one hundred people, just thirteen.

This may be the legendary: picking the bones in eggs?

Eighty-seven percent loss, bloody data.

It's shocking to think about it.

According to the young master's choice method, he really doesn't know how many more people can the young master leave behind?

Wang Langjun seemed indifferent to this matter and waved his hand and said, "Old Yuan, you are not honest.

Look, they all knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty.

You are still kind and feel sorry for those damn courts, is that true?"

God doesn’t regret the world, I regret those who have ulterior motives, are you stupid?

Yuan Tiangang couldn't say anything about his suffering. Who told me that the young master's method of picking people was not working?

Has he been retribution in just half a day?

But no matter how much he thought about it, he could only taste the hardships himself and continued: "Young Master, some of the escaped prisoners were confused by the court..."

“Ha, are you confused?

There is no confusion in this world.

For example, how high the sky is, how big the earth is, how big the wealth, the wealth, fame, the golden body, the confusion of love, the sorrow of food in the future, etc., are all confusing.

Who can tell the difference between these thousands of confusing degrees?

It's hard to tell, it's hard to cut, it's still messy.

When a person lives in confusion, he must always distinguish the confusion that comes from living.

You also need to have tenacity.

Only by solving all difficulties can we move forward and make a name for ourselves.

Otherwise, it would be just a lost lamb and would not be worthy of attention. Even if you take a look at it more, it would be annoying."

Wang Langjun's words were not astonishing as he could not stop, and he spoke so much that thirteen people were ashamed and kowtowed like planting rice seedlings.

A test, indeed, is it a test?

what to do?

Why didn't I expect it in advance?

No, I thought about it, but I couldn't help but suffer the original sin of gluttony and died?

Just as the thirteen people were regretting and kowtowed and begging for mercy, Yuan Tiangang was moved and said, "Young master is kind and righteous, and you will have different opinions. Do not eliminate evil, and you will not be able to bear sand in your eyes.

The old slave admires it.

But the old slave thought too much, worried that the young master would choose someone to escape the harshness, and that more people would die and have a bad reputation.

In addition, Wuliang Palace is the time to use people, and there are too many casualties and injuries, which seriously affects construction..."

He was from a kind heart, and there was no doubt about it.

But he didn't know where the young master came from, and he was in a real social system. He was completely discomfortable and disgusted with the humanistic system of this era.

However, Wang Langjun also knew that people in this era were several times better than human nature in real society.

This may be the advantage of this era.

But this advantage is all the etiquette, morality and humanistic system, which limits the world's imagination and is unable to develop a degenerate side.

Of course, Wang Langjun didn't think which one was better, nor did he have the intention to be a Virgin Bitch. The best one was suitable for him.

On the contrary, when he chooses people to hire, he is all about the greatest benefit of entering and leaving.

Remove all restless people.

Strict, ruthless.

Only benefit those who support him.

Nowadays, when facing Lao Yuan's answer, he said undeniably: "Okay, if you continue talking, they will be scared to death by you.

Just recite scriptures for them.

It's good to send them aside."

"Yes, young master!"

Yuan Tiangang turned to the captive soldiers, took out the letter from his arms and said, "No. 4 Qin Song stole three salt and one melon.

No. 18 Shi Zhuang, licking salt twice.

No. 25 Mu Wen, keep yourself clean.

No. 77 Du Bin, stealing five salts and a melon…”

After reciting one by one, the thirteen people were so scared that they were distracted.

They all know that prisoners wear prison clothes and then print them on their backs to distinguish their identities. There is nothing strange about them.

But they all knew that no one was watching them from beginning to end.

But where does this bill for stealing salt come from?

What a god?

Too scary.

It's like God's tracking, everywhere, is it being monitored by people?

Will you still let people live?

Not to mention that the Thirteen people had the urge to see a ghost or hit the wall, even Yuan Tiangang was the same. After reading the records on the letter inexplicably, he was completely in a bad mood.

This is the result of the young master planning and supervising the captured soldiers alone.

But the young master never went to the salt farm workshop from beginning to end. How did he use to supervise the prisoners?

Is this too incredible?

In response to this, Wang Langjun laughed, thinking that it was really good to arrange a group of dogs and cats to monitor the captive soldiers, and said indifferently: "Well, that's all?

This is difficult to deal with.

Originally, I was testing your character and recruiting you according to your best.

But you steal salt and melons to eat, and you are a taboo.

You should know that the vegetable melons I planted were born with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and were worth tens of thousands of yuan.

There is also the fine salt that emits fragrance, the only one in the world.

It contains spiritual energy and secret recipes.

The value geometry is not an existence that you can touch.

To put it bluntly, what should you do if you can't afford to work for the rest of your life?"

"Bang bang bang"

Thirteen people kowtowed in fear and their heads were broken.

Di Yun couldn't bear it, so she pulled Lang Jun and opened her red lips slightly to speak.

Wang Langjun understood and patted Yun'er's little hand to show comfort. Then he snorted coldly and said, "Who is Mu Wen?"

"Mu Wen, the sinner, come to the innate Venerable!"

Mu Wen knelt down and walked five steps, arrived ahead of the twelve people, and bowed sincerely.

At this moment, he seemed to understand Wang Langjun's intention, to use both kindness and power, to choose people harshly, and to be more insignificant than indiscriminate.

I can't help but be glad that I persevered.

However, he was afraid that Wang Langjun would punish him and not stop the twelve people behind him, so he asked them to steal salt and eat melons.

A tremendous crime was committed.
To be continued...