Chapter 1568: Three hundred death row prisoners, a record of going to death

Da Qian.

Following the Black Armor Guards, the black dragon flag, and the events in the morning court spreading throughout Da Qian, the entire Da Qian fell into a great madness.

Among them, Da Qian's Changancheng was the most intense!

Changancheng.

A teahouse.

A gray-haired storyteller with a face full of wrinkles slapped the table and shouted, "That Xiongnu has gone too far; we should use Xiongnu blood to sacrifice to the loyal souls of Da Qian."

"Under Lord Gao's campaign, he will surely take the Xiongnu sacred object and use it as a urinal!"

Accompanied by flying spittle and hot-blooded words, the people and young masters listening to the story in the teahouse were all boiling with blood, their faces flushed red.

"Good job, reward him!"

Clatter.

One piece of broken silver after another was thrown onto the stage, making some people jealous.

"Using Prime Minister Gao's campaign to deliberately flatter and make money from the national disaster, shameful!"

The old man was picking up the broken silver on the ground when he heard this; he looked at the speaker and said with a smile, "In the Xuanzhen years of Da Qian, Yanmen County was bloodbathed by the Xiongnu; that year, I was only nine years old, my father had his head chopped off by a Xiongnu, my mother was dragged into a room by a Xiongnu, my grandfather tried to stop them and died, my brother tried to stop them and also died, only I, hiding in the firewood pile, escaped the disaster."

Saying this, the teahouse fell into silence.

The old man continued to pick up the broken silver on the ground, his voice ringing out.

"I will not take a single cent of this silver, and I will donate it along with all the savings I have accumulated over the years, only hoping that the people at the border will no longer suffer from the Xiongnu!"

"The officials in the court always say that sending troops to the Xiongnu is a waste of money and manpower and damages national strength, but I, although I haven't read many books, feel that some things are more important than weighing pros and cons, such as—dignity! Such as—a spine!"

"..."

Changancheng streets.

Three young children gathered together, and the child in the middle said fiercely.

"Prime Minister Gao requests to fight, first to avenge Governor Gao, second to wash away the shame of our Da Qian's Taizu; I, the Poop-Scooping Boy, am somewhat famous in the entire Changancheng, what do you say we should do?"

The child beside him lowered his head and said nothing, just took out his piggy bank and threw it heavily on the ground.

"There is nothing to say, I will donate three years of New Year's money to build bows and arrows and buy food for my Da Qian soldiers!"

The next moment.

Bang!

Bang, bang!

"I will also donate three years of New Year's money!"

"I will also donate!"

The three of them.

Royal No. 1 Clubhouse.

Bu Chi Xiang Cai took off the gold hairpin from her hair and took out a small box.