Chapter 206: Dragon Raises Its Head

The Big White Elephant madness incident is broadcast every day, either on the radio or through loudspeakers, otherwise people run around promoting it.

As soon as evening falls, Yang Qing's place becomes a place of merriment.

However, now there are not just more women here, but even more men.

The reason everyone comes here is the news channel on the old lady's radio.

Understanding national affairs is a required course.

"Damn it, these little third sons are too hateful; they were fine, what trouble are they stirring up?"

"What else could it be? It's Big Hair's doing."

"Besides, this little third son is a three-surname house slave; he even licks Yingjiang."

"Yeah, yeah, not anything good."

"I don't know if they're easy to beat; if they really dare to come fight, Zhu Ye will definitely go give them a taste of their own medicine."

"Their desire to destroy us is not dead."

"Who knows what's up with this little third son?"

"San Da Ye, you come and tell us."

San Da Ye basically doesn't know anything about the little third son; his impression is still stuck on the name Heavenly Bamboo.

"Supposedly, this little third son is the Heavenly Bamboo that Tang Sanzang went to fetch scriptures from."

"Later it was colonized by the empire where the sun never sets; before, many of our concessions here still had little third sons visible."

"It's just helping people guard the gate."

"Gate guard?"

"Isn't that a dog?"

Yang Qing also chuckled.

"Indeed, it's pretty doggish; speaking of which, in the old society we had it rough here, but they had it even worse over there."

"They still enforce the caste system."

"Do you know what the caste system is?"

"It's just slavery."

"Most of them are born slaves; a minority are born landlords."

"Those of high caste have absolute dominion over those of low caste; I hear even a wife's first night must be given to the high caste."

Everyone felt a wave of relief; fortunately we live under clear skies.

"Isn't this just like the Yuan dynasty?"

"I read in a book that during the Yuan dynasty it was the same."

Yang Qing nodded.

"These little third sons were originally built by descendants of the Mongol Empire."

"Having this is normal; now their high caste are precisely these people."

Yang Qing's words again caused surprise among the crowd.

"Then doesn't that mean this little third son is still one of us?"

Never mind that line of thought; it's still quite surprising.

"If we really want to reckon with it, Big Hair was originally a slave of Fierce Brother; the Fierce Brothers lived there for hundreds of years, so most Big Hair possibly have Fierce Brother's blood."

"Haha, from this line of reasoning, saying we are comrade brothers is also not wrong."

Everyone kept drifting further off-topic, only heading home reluctantly when the radio program ended.

Yang Qing also talked nonsense until his mouth was dry, nearly swindling a bunch of old guys into weakness; this feeling was really great.

Actually, this madness incident really has nothing to say about, because there's no suspense at all.

When the rabbits got serious, they drove people back to their hometowns just like herding livestock, without a single hitch.

All that remained was that today the Big White Elephant ran too fast, so we only caught a few hundred people; tomorrow the Big White Elephant ran too fast, we harvested a pile of supplies; the day after tomorrow we had already recovered all lost territory and even wiped out the little third son's national elite.

The little third son urgently requested a mediator to intervene.

It feels like reading a web novel, so damn melodramatic.

Novels wouldn't dare write it like this, but it actually happened like that, and damn it, it's a gratifying, over-the-top pleasure read.

As for Little South Son here, it's not bad; the plot twists and turns, each day making it hard to predict.

For Little South Son, one could say they've cleanly learned the rabbits' skills; now they've won many battles, exactly the time of high spirits.

Moreover, with the rabbits as endorsement, it can be said they are very brave.

Just waiting to trick Yingjiang over, then start bleeding them.

Chen Hong wasn't much interested in the back-and-forth fighting; instead, she was interested in Yang Qing's strange tales about the little third son.

"Husband, do you really think there are people who willingly become slaves?"

Yang Qing shifted into a more comfortable position, then said.

"As long as they are ignorant enough, nothing that happens would be surprising."

"Unless, like us, we have a group of lovely people willing to struggle for us common folk."

"In this world, those who sincerely serve the people are truly very few."

"This is the greatest kindness the world shows us."

Chen Hong looked toward Yang Qing.

"Do you also think we are the best?"

Yang Qing nodded.

Chen Hong continued to ask.

"How can you be so nervous?"

"There are often complaints as well."

Yang Qing let out a sigh.

"Maybe I'm just not content with an ordinary life."

I could say that if I didn't have so many hidden dangers, I'd be living happily now.

Without disasters, this place would be paradise for ordinary people's lives.

Yang Qing could foresee that after the new century, people would increasingly long for the present way of life.

Because for most people, this is their dream.

As people's life pressures grow, they will miss this era more and more.

This is the only era that treats ordinary people as human beings.

Of course I'm talking about workers' lives; farming is comparatively harsh, and under the industrial scissors gap, it's truly bitter suffering.

Chen Hong fell silent for a moment, then asked again.

"Honey, if you had the chance, would you want to leave here and go where you'd like to go?"

Chen Hong's words startled Yang Qing.

Is this another test?

She really leaves no stone unturned.

"What's there to think about? Life is pretty good now."

"Leave here, go where? No matter where we go, we'll be outsiders."

"We'll always be the ones bullied."

"This place is truly our home."

"If nothing chaotic happens, we'll live here till the end of time."

Yang Qing's words seemed to settle Chen Hong's heart; she stopped speaking, and soon both fell asleep.

February 2, the dragon raises its head.

The weather began to noticeably warm up.

The stalk vegetables are back on the schedule again.

Liang Ladi strongly demanded to be given a share of the stalk vegetables.

The elder, unable to cope with the commotion, could only hold a meeting and restart the allocation of the stalk vegetables.

Once it's in your mouth, making someone spit it out would be extremely difficult; even if you scoop your mouth, you can't get it out.

"It's already divided properly; why redivide? What's yours is yours, elder—stop messing around."

"Exactly, dividing again wouldn't change anything; at most you'd swap positions—what's the point?"

………

Everyone objected, and no one paid attention to Liang Ladi.

Liang Ladi is not to be trifled with; if you can't see me, I'll step up myself and speak for myself.

"Redistribution is the first important rule established for the stalk vegetables."

"If not followed, what fairness is there left for all the stalk vegetables?"

"If you won't observe the rules, then don't blame me for not observing them."

"Vegetables, you grow them; I'll take care of eating them from now on."

"No need to make a fuss over whose vegetables you've eaten, because my rule is simply: if there's vegetables, eat them."