Wang Yi appeared on a Repeating Crossbow Motorcycle. He looked at Yang Wanli and noticed that although the old man's clothes were tattered, they were clean, and his hair was combed. Unlike the other villagers, he seemed like a respectable person.
Zhang Dashan quickly came up to Wang Yi, pointed at Yang Wanli, and said, "This is my father-in-law, and also the Village Chief of Shitou Village. My father-in-law is a physician, skilled with herbs. When he was young, he traveled in the county town, so he's not like us. He can read, treat illnesses, and has knowledge."
"Can read, has knowledge?"
Wang Yi looked at Yang Wanli again.
Yang Wanli narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you? Are you the one who made our villagers work?"
"Father, why aren't you kneeling? This is an Immortal God!"
At this moment, Yang Qingniu plopped down on his knees in front of Wang Yi, kowtowing and saying, "Immortal God, please be merciful and grant me golden roast chicken to eat! I can work!"
Not far away, Pang Damao was kowtowing to Man Datou, shouting, "Grandpa, spare my life! Grandpa, spare my life!"
Wang Yi, with a gentle smile, said to Yang Wanli, "I am a great Chaos Lord, who will ignite the flame of civilization and lead you to be well-fed, well-clothed, and prosperous."
Everyone around was stunned.
"What does that mean?"
"I don't understand!"
"Even though I don't understand, it sounds very impressive!"
"Father, do you understand?"
Yang Wanli's mouth twitched. It seemed the Village Chief of Huangni Village, who led the grain snatching, also called himself some kind of Lord. Facing his eldest daughter's question, he suddenly bowed to Wang Yi and said, "So you are Lord, I apologize for not welcoming you sooner!"
Wang Yi nodded and said, "Since you're here, let's work together this afternoon. There will still be dinner!"
"This..."
Yang Wanli frowned cautiously.
Actually, he didn't know what a Chaos Lord was; he was just trying to stay calm.
He felt this person was too strange!
In these famine years, how could he bear to give golden roast chicken to everyone?
Even the Emperor wouldn't be this generous, right?
That was golden roast chicken!
What was he after?
Did he really just want the villagers to move stones and collect firewood?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
There's no such kind person in the world!
There must be a catch!
And that strange small courtyard and the square-shaped small courtyard, he didn't know what it was!
All of this was against common sense.
When things are abnormal, there must be a demon. Could this Chaos Lord be a demon?
What did he want to do?
Rob and kill?
Shitou Village had no wealth to rob, so it must be to kill!
"I understand, he's letting us eat our fill, then he'll slaughter us?"
As soon as this thought popped into his head, Yang Wanli's back was instantly drenched in sweat.
It must be this way!
What golden roast chicken? That's a last meal! He absolutely couldn't eat it!
Yang Wanli was uneasy, but Yang Qingniu had no such thoughts. He respectfully kowtowed to Wang Yi, saying, "Thank you, Lord!"
Wang Yi nodded and went to talk to Zhang Dashan. He needed people to go to the river beach to process the Sand River Crab's corpse and retrieve the crab meat.
Seeing Wang Yi walk away, Yang Wanli quickly pulled his younger son up and whispered, "Son, this food cannot be eaten. This is a last meal, and it might be poisoned. That fellow who calls himself a Chaos Lord definitely wants our lives. Quickly go get Qingshou and the others, and let's run!"
"Run? I'm not running! If I can eat a few golden roast chickens, what if he wants my life? Is my life worth more than golden roast chicken?"
"You, you idiot!"
Yang Wanli cursed angrily, then whispered to the people around, "Villagers, stop eating, don't eat anymore! Hurry and run now! That Lord is definitely a demon, he uses evil magic. If we're late, we'll all die here. This golden roast chicken might be poisoned, the kind that makes you unable to run even if you eat it!"
No one listened to him.
Everyone was engrossed in eating meat or drinking soup, each of them feeling delighted.
Yang Qingshou ran over, brought half a chicken to Yang Wanli, and said, "Father, eat this. Don't worry, it's fine!"
"Sister, let me have a bite! Just one bite!"
Yang Qingniu's mouth watered with eagerness.
Pang Damao also came over, his eyes darting around. In this village, only Yang Qingshou was kind, and he also wanted to ask Yang Qingshou for a bite of chicken.
Seeing that Yang Qingshou was about to hand the chicken to Yang Qingniu, Yang Wanli immediately snatched it, then tore off a piece of chicken breast and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "I have some knowledge of herbs, I'll test for poison! Trust me, this golden roast chicken is definitely tampered with!"
As he spoke, Yang Wanli felt the oil and aroma of the golden roast chicken heavily seep into his teeth.
Fragrant! So fragrant! So damn fragrant!
How could it be so fragrant?
Damn it, one more bite!
Yang Qingniu watched his old father take bite after bite, piece after piece, until he finished the small half of the golden roast chicken in his hand, even chewing the bones. After eating, he didn't forget to suck his fingers.
"Father, at least leave some for me..."
Yang Qingniu was about to cry.
Yang Wanli's old face flushed, but then he righteously said, "This golden roast chicken has a problem! How can it be so delicious? When I was young, I also ate golden roast chicken, but it was far inferior to this. This golden roast chicken must have been tampered with. Although I don't know what they put in it, it definitely has a problem! Everyone listen to me, stop eating and run!"
"Pfft!"
"Run for what!"
"After working this afternoon, there's still half a golden roast chicken!"
"The vegetable soup is also delicious..."
The surrounding crowd showed disdain.
Yang Wanli slapped his forehead, remembering the important matter, and shouted again, "By the way, villagers, our grain was stolen by the people from Huangni Village! Quick, grab your weapons and come with me to get it back, or we'll all starve to death!"
"With golden roast chicken to eat, who still eats rice bran!"
"I still have work to do this afternoon. Team Leader said if we don't work, we won't get golden roast chicken!"
"Who is Team Leader?"
"Zhang Dashan!"
"I'm busy too..."
The villagers waved their hands repeatedly.
Yang Wanli sighed, unsure what to say for a moment.
At this time, Wang Yi was already preparing to take Zhang Dashan and others to the river beach.
He thought Yang Wanli was good; he was a physician and literate, so he should be considered a talent. What his territory lacked now was talent, and this old man could be used! What method should he use to make him loyal?
Zhang Xiaohu, however, ran over at this moment and said to Wang Yi, "Lord, I report that my grandfather is talking nonsense over there and disrespecting you. He actually suspected the golden roast chicken was poisoned and even called people to fight in the neighboring village!"
"You're reporting your grandfather! Good boy, you have a future!"
Wang Yi laughed heartily, thought for a moment, and said to Man Datou beside him, "Bring that old man over!"
"Yes!"
Man Datou acted quickly and soon brought Yang Wanli to Wang Yi.
Yang Wanli's face turned pale!
Was this demon going to harm him?
He couldn't help but tremble in his legs, his body swaying, feeling like he couldn't stand.
Wang Yi carefully looked at Yang Wanli and said, "Old Village Chief, the villagers work for me, and I pay them with golden roast chicken. Do you have an opinion on this matter?"
Yang Wanli stammered, then after a moment, as if going to an execution ground, he braced himself, lifted his face, and said, "The imperial court has issued a proclamation that establishing private corvée is against the law?"
"Establishing private corvée? You call this establishing private corvée?" Wang Yi said, "This Lord is benevolent. I hire you to work and give you awesome golden roast chicken to eat, and you're still unhappy? Do you know what a good deed is? Do you know what good fortune is?"
"Hmph, even if, even if it's not corvée, don't be smug. I've already seen through your trick. You're using golden roast chicken to tempt us because you want our lives! This old man, this old man will risk everything, and I will definitely not let you succeed!"
Yang Wanli straightened his neck, looking as if he was about to bravely sacrifice himself.
"Do you have persecution paranoia? What would I want your lives for?"
Wang Yi waved his hand and added, "I heard you were also organizing to fight in the neighboring village? What's going on? Tell me!"
"This... the Village Chief of Huangni Village calls himself a Plunder Lord and stole our grain. Is it wrong for this old man to ask people to get the grain back?"
"Plunder Lord?" Wang Yi's heart stirred upon hearing this. "Could that Village Chief of Huangni Village also be a player?"