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- Along the straight and flat cement road, everyone arrived outside the camp gate.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I saw a watchtower and an archery tower on the wall. The sentry had a telescope hanging on his neck, a musket and a crossbow at his hand, and he watched the surroundings vigilantly.
When he followed the suspension bridge and crossed a ditch about ten feet deep, Xu Bangrui saw that the ditch was filled with sharpened bamboo thorns, which would turn into candied haws if they fell. He couldn't help but feel frightened, secretly thinking that this was too exaggerated, right?
"Could it be that there are many people coveting your company's cement?" Xu Bangrui asked in a low voice.
"That's one thing," Zhao Hao slightly touched his nose in embarrassment. He just asked Jin Ke to "be strict and difficult in everything, and proceed from actual combat," but he didn't expect that it would end up like this.
??????????????????????????? But be careful and sail the boat for ten thousand years, I can only say that Manager Jin did a great job.
"The main reason is that the situation is too bad." He said nonchalantly: "Brother, I don't know that there were some bad guys leading hundreds of people a while ago and attacked while I was not on a stable footing. Fortunately, the men fought desperately to resist. Didn¡¯t let the enemy succeed.¡±
"Hiss" Xu Bangrui couldn't help but gasped, and almost vomited.
It stinks.
"Give way, give way."
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat, rolled up his trouser legs, and a half-worn cotton towel around his neck, steadily pushing a dung cart out of the camp.
"It stinks, get away." Others could cover their noses, but Xu Bangning could only hold on. The smell was so ecstatic.
"Oh, I don't understand, little brother. This golden soup smells bad, but tastes delicious" The manure pusher said plausibly:
"Uh, what we mean is, growing vegetables will make them delicious. Hey, isn't this the young father-in-law?"
"Huh?" Xu Bangning saw that the person picking up shit actually knew him. He looked him up and down with wide eyes, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.
"You, you, you, are you the second brother Xu of Huating?"
"Isn't it me? What's wrong, you come to see me too?" Xu Kun, an excellent manure pusher, looked him up and down and said, "That's not right, why are you tied up here?"
"Congratulations, Master Xu." Zhao Hao smiled at him and said, "You have performed well recently, so the company has decided to promote you."
"Oh? Really?" Xu Kun's eyes suddenly filled with tears. He didn't know what he was thinking. Anyway, he just didn't want to change the current situation.
In the medical records of later generations, his condition was called "Xu Kun syndrome", also called "hostage complex", or "hostage syndrome". It refers to the psychological dependence that hostages have on their kidnappers.
When the hostage is in an environment isolated from the outside world and realizes that his life and death are in the hands of the other party and it is impossible to escape, he will realize that the best option for him is to unconditionally obey the hostage taker.
At this time, ¡®hostage syndrome¡¯ may be triggered.
Once caught in this complex, the hostages will regard the hijacker's will as their own will and the hijacker's arrangements as their mission.
Any small favor from the hijackers will be automatically magnified several times by them. In contrast, any harm done by the hijackers will be automatically ignored.
After receiving relatively lenient treatment, they will even regard the rescuers as their enemies to prevent the status quo from deteriorating again.
So when he heard that Zhao Hao wanted to promote him, Xu Kun stammered:
"The villain feels that he has not reformed enough, and wants to continue to pour Ye Xiang down."
"Don't worry, I'll satisfy you." Mr. Zhao laughed loudly and said: "From today on, you will be the leader of this camp, and this new guy will be under your control."
Xu Kun felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and nodded to the big devil: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely train him to be a qualified manure picker as soon as possible and contribute to the composting business of Xishan Island."
"What? Do I want to pour night fragrance too?" Xu Bangning's eyes almost dropped.
¡°You¡¯re right, I¡¯m the son of the majestic Duke!¡±
"I'm still the son of the chief minister." Xu Kun immediately didn't like hearing it and slapped Xu Bangning on the head.
"Do you understand what is meant by 'working without distinction between high and low, as long as you shed your own sweat and eat your own food, you are a good man'?"
Xu Bangning was staggered and felt like he had met a fake Xu Kun.
"The transformation is pretty good." Zhao Hao whispered to Jin Ke.
"It's all thanks to Tong Zigong. I don't know what method he used to train the prisoners to be obedient." Jin Ke also admired him very much.
¡°We¡¯ll have to transfer him back when the gunner battalion in Kunshan is finished training.¡±
"Unexpectedly, he is still a labor reform specialistHome. "Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, he still had to put people in the most appropriate position.
Who would have thought that Xu Bangning stubbornly refused to reform, and jumped to Xu Kun with infinite contempt:
"Even if I, Xu Bangning, were beaten to death, scolded to death, and jumped into the lake from outside, I would never pour night fragrance like you!"
"Hey, what's wrong with pouring night fragrance?" Xu Kun looked at him with an unreasonable look. "Do you know that the dishes on the soldiers' plates will not smell good without the night fragrance? The soldiers' guns will not sound without the night fragrance?"
"Heh, it rhymes quite a bit" Xu Bangning chuckled. "Anyway, if I do it, I'll take your last name."
"Okay, be tough. Everyone has his or her own ambitions, so don't force yourself." Xu Kun smiled generously, pushed the dung truck forward, and sang a ditty:
"It's past the third watch, and it's no different when the lights are dimmed.
Late at night, I tried in a low voice while toppling the tower.
Close the window and blow your nose,
It smells both fragrant and smelly.
??Moli joked that he was just busy.
If you are busy, it should be you;
????????????????????????????????? I¡¯ll benefit from you"
The poem "Sheep on the Hillside" was written by Xu Kun himself. He thought that he had never produced such a masterpiece after spending many years in a brothel.
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Lunch was served in Zhao Hao¡¯s courtyard.
Mr. Zhao served Mr. Xu with Taihu three whites, but Xu Bangrui couldn't eat it, and he didn't know if it was because of the night fragrance.
"Why, I can't bear it?" Zhao Hao tasted the whitebait meatball soup happily. This fish has no scales, bones, spines, intestines, swim bladder, and fishy taste. It is most suitable for making meatballs. What's the matter? You won¡¯t get tired of eating it.
"How could it be?" Xu Bangrui waved his hands hurriedly and said with a forced smile: "Young Master can spare his brother's life and let him use labor to transform himself. It is already a great kindness."
Then he took out an envelope from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Hao.
"This is a little thought from my father and me, and it can be regarded as compensation to the county."
Zhao Hao picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands, opened the envelope and saw a thick stack of conference tickets, amounting to two hundred thousand taels.
¡°Brother, it¡¯s not appropriate to give it to me.¡± Mr. Zhao pushed the envelope back to Xu Bangrui and said with a faint smile: ¡°If you really have the heart, just donate it directly to the county.¡±
"This" Xu Bangrui was stunned, there was no reason to push out the banknotes he received.
"Brother, don't think too much. If I accept your money, won't it ruin the relationship between our brothers?" Zhao Hao served him a bowl of soup and said with a smile: "Besides, if it is given to the county, it will be controlled by my father." ? There¡¯s no difference.¡±
"Okay, listen to me, brother." Xu Bangrui felt warm in his heart when he heard this, saying that Mr. Zhao has really escaped from vulgar taste.
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