Chapter 988: City of Qi Luck

Though the winter day was cold, the county government office was bustling.

A large pot was set up in the main courtyard of the government office, with steaming horse meat boiling inside. Most of the people in the county had come, waiting with smiles for the new Emperor to ascend the throne, grant a general amnesty, and enjoy the soup and meat.

In the main hall of the government office, Wei Youcai's face was glowing with health, as if he had grown a year younger. Surrounded by his two brothers and eight farmers, he ascended to the main hall and arrived before the throne.

Wei Youcai straightened his modified dragon robe and cassock, casually rolled up his two sleeves, and only then felt comfortable. He then approached the throne and slowly lowered his backside onto it.

After sitting in the chair, Wei Youcai twisted and turned, using his backside to feel the entire surface of the seat. Then, looking thoughtful, he said, "This chair is neither hot nor cold, and it doesn't feel particularly uncomfortable... Is it ownerless?"

Baldy Lao Liu said, "When the world is in chaos, the virtuous... that is, the wealthy one shall possess it! Big Brother, today you are destined to ascend the throne. What should we choose for our national title? 'Wealthy'?"

Lao Ba spat, "Is that a national title? It's not even a reign title! Sixth Brother, stop using your brain. Since you didn't have one to begin with, it won't work! Don't nag, Big Brother has already taken the seat, hurry and pay homage! Do you remember what the book said? I taught you last night."

"I remember!"

Thus, the two knelt and paid homage, chanting, "Long live the Emperor..."

Wei Youcai sprang up from the dragon chair as if startled and flashed to the side; he was a nimble fatty.

Lao Liu and Lao Ba were somewhat confused, not understanding what was going on.

Wei Youcai glanced at the dragon chair and sighed, "My backside doesn't match this chair; it poked me. It seems the old rattan chair is still the most comfortable. Alright, I've sat on the dragon chair, now grant a general amnesty, eat meat!"

Upon hearing "eat meat," the farmers throughout the city cheered and jumped for joy.

The farmers weren't stupid; they had played along for so long, wasn't it just for a bowl of meat soup?

At this moment, there was plenty of horse meat, so the meat soup was rich and delicious, and one could see shreds of meat in the soup. After a bowl of hot soup went down, many farmers who had been hungry since they could remember wept on the spot, and thus Wei Youcai grew a year younger again.

Lao Ba was still somewhat unwilling and said, "Big Brother, are you really not going to sit?"

"Not sitting."

"Alright then, I'll chop it up for firewood! If Big Brother won't sit, no one else is allowed to!"

"It's fine, just leave it there. Whoever likes it can sit on it!"

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Outside Bao City County, a large contingent of rebel troops appeared, surrounding the county city tightly. At the same time, a crack rebel force numbering in the tens of thousands circled to the rear of the city, blocking the direction from which government reinforcements might arrive.

Lu Jiande was wrapped entirely in thick sable fur, his face pale. Watching the county city with its gates wide open, he hesitated for a moment before being the first to walk into the city gate.

The commoners in the city were all joyful, their faces glowing, busy tidying up the streets and repairing houses. The city was filled with the lingering scent of meat, and every household's pots and bowls held the fragrance of leftovers.

Some commoners would glance at Lu Jiande; some went about their work as if he weren't there, and others spat a thick glob of phlegm directly onto the ground.

A general under Lu Jiande could not suppress his anger, stepped forward, and with one slash cut the spitter into two! Hot blood splashed all over the ground and also onto the Dharma Form general's body. There were a dozen or so other commoners nearby, and seeing this scene, everyone spat a glob of phlegm!

The Dharma Form bandit was furious and slashed seven or eight people in a row. Each person watched him quietly, their eyes filled only with hatred, yet not a shred of fear. When he reached the tenth person, the Dharma Form bandit's hand suddenly went limp, and he turned his head to call out, "Big Brother..."

He did not know that his own face was whiter than Lu Jiande's at that moment.

Lu Jiande finally spoke, "Don't touch anything here for now; we'll talk later."

A moment later, he walked into the county government office and saw the main hall, which had been arranged into a court, and the so-called dragon chair painted with yellow lacquer on the main hall. This court was arranged even more crudely than a traveling theater troupe, and the floor was covered in meat soup and oil stains.

There were no lights in the hall, making it appear exceptionally eerie and cold, with only that dragon chair faintly glowing.

Lu Jiande steadied his gaze and looked again; the dragon chair no longer had any light—it was just an ordinary official's chair. In order to carve two dragon heads on the armrests, the high-quality wood had been ruined instead.

Lu Jiande arrived before the dragon chair, and for some reason, a sudden thought arose to go up and sit on it. Thus, amidst the surprised gazes of his generals, he sat on it and shifted his body.

This chair was a bit hot, as if someone had just been sitting on it. ===== CHAPTER 989 =====