Description: Hearing the word "wild dog", Shi Gang could not help sighing, "Don't look down on them, Lord Zongbing. They just have big bellies. In fact, how can they eat more than you?" When Zhong Siwen heard this, he was stunned and puzzled. Shi Gang stretched out his big hand and patted Sven on the cheek. He shook his head and said, "If you want your 38 eggs to be delicious and your eight or ten wives to lay eggs at ease, we'll have to spend at least ten mu of fertile land a year, slaughter a thousand chickens and ducks, add vegetables for three periods, and cut down a hundred cattle and sheep.." "Amitabha." His fierce face looked down with a rare look of pity. He put his hands together and said, "Kill your Zhong Siwen family. The chickens and ducks don't have to turn into fish. The animals will be grateful to me." Death is not to be feared, death without bones, reduced to latrine excrement, that is the most chilling thing. Zhong Siwen fell to the ground and exclaimed, "No!"! No! I don't want to be eaten! Hearing Zhong Siwen crying endlessly, Shi Gang did not open the gate either. "Well," he said with a smile, "I'm just scaring you. Look how scared you are." Zhong Siwen was overjoyed and was about to thank him when he saw Shi Gang bending over and saying with a smile, "Come on, hurry up and write a letter for the victims. Ask the Baoding Army to open the pass and let them find their own food." Baoding pass opened, the end of the road is Beijing, when a sea of ghosts flooded fertile land,Pallet rack upright, Zhili province will not become purgatory? Not daring to imagine the consequences, Zhong Siwen screamed, "No!"! Don't send the victims to Beijing! They will eat people! "Not this, not that." When he was crying, his chest was tight and his feet were off the ground. "What are you going to do with these people?" He asked, leaning slowly against a tiger's face. There is a "king" character on the tiger's forehead, but there is a blood-red "sin" character on this man's forehead. Zhong Siwen's feet are off the ground, his chest is tight,Narrow aisle rack, and his throat is breathing more and less, so he will die at any time. Send a message to Yang Suguan. Fierce fire burst out from the evil eye: "The Buddhist kingdom cannot only have the heavenly maids scattering flowers." The Great Buddha Kingdom, which does not accept hungry ghosts with big bellies, meets Lao Tzu's great mercy. A hundred times bigger than killing a teacher and a father. Great Mercy.. With a bang, the talons loosened, and Zhong Siwen fell to the ground and burst into tears. Xiangyang victory, but in exchange for the Bazhou robbery, relying on the anger of three thousand warriors, millions of hungry ghost is about to break up into parts, Beijing although prosperous and rich, but can endure a few locusts? Northwest disaster is about to spread, Zhong Siwen heart crazy cry: "Grand Master!"! Taishi! The Demon King is coming. Come and save us! ww??xiaoshuotxt.com Chapter VI Punishment of Shura Heaven (1) Fiction ^ txt-days. Don "Quick!"! Hurry up! Hurry up In the big storehouse, Ramesh jumped and shouted, like a foreman's pawn. He reached out his hand and patted one of his subordinates on the head. "Is the Yunnan chieftain ready?" He shouted. "All right!"! Ok The subordinate was in a hurry and hurriedly put the penholder down. He didn't bring food in his hand, but sent a book. Seeing that the ink-colored mist had not yet dried, Rama's servant hurriedly opened the inside pages and breathed out in a hurry. When he saw all the people around him standing still, pipe cantilever rack ,Steel racking system, he suddenly shouted angrily, "Go and arrange the books. The big shopkeeper will come to inspect in a moment!" Busy for half a day, the sound of footsteps in the distance, the officer has arrived. Ramesh hurried and hurriedly threw the book to his subordinates and went to the door of the storehouse to guard it. Although the day is cold, I am in a cold sweat, and I am afraid that if I delay the deadline, it will be a great trouble. Pap. After a long time, there was another light sound of footsteps. Pap. Pap. Listen again, the footsteps are gone, but there is a cold on the bald head. Ramesh hangs his eyes, but sees a jade white palm gently touching his forehead and tapping on the bald head. Is anyone home? With an elegant voice, Ramesh quickly straightened up and said with a smile, "At home, at home.". " The soul-urging judge is coming. He is handsome and gloomy, wise and powerful. He is the number one special freak in the world. Everyone calls him that. Big shopkeeper "ah!"! Ten years after the restoration of the orthodox Dynasty, others were old, but this man was the favorite of God. Other people dyed their heads white and carved their growth rings with knives, one by one, in a mess, but God only gave the big shopkeeper a short mustache, which lay across his ruddy lips. Beautiful short moustache trim appropriate, has always belonged to the big man, Jiang Chongliu, Zhuo Lingzhao, Jiangshan generation of talented people, now it is the turn of this guy. Look at him stroking the short moustache on his lips, which makes him more stable, more shrewd, more powerful, and more like a big devil. Jiang Chong and Zhuo Lingzhao merged into one. "Qi Bing Da Mo." Big Big shopkeeper! Ramosh bowed and almost said the wrong thing. He pressed his hands to the seams of his trousers and replied in a loud voice, "The account books of the provincial chieftains and the prefectural and county government offices are all in order!"! Ask the big shopkeeper to have a look! Early in the morning, before dawn, the 36-year-old "big shopkeeper" was in high spirits and came to inspect the warehouse early in the morning. The big shopkeeper walked slowly and came to a stack of books. He picked up Yubai's finger and nodded at the account book in front of him. "Northern Zhili?" He asked. "Well …" said Ramesh in a panic. Yes Oh. No With all his life's skill, he picked up a stack of book towers about eight feet high, shook them, and put them at the feet of the big shopkeeper. "And these.." he gasped. Northern Zhili has many government offices, six ministries, five courtyards, inner palaces and outer courts, which add up to Northern Zhili. Every year at this time, Ramesh would accompany the big shopkeeper to inspect the mountain of account books. There was no way. Ramesh was in charge of the treasury. He was the sixth master of the inn, and he was in charge of the accounts. The so-called accounting, it is not the idle job of laughing to death, but the real detailed bookkeeping. From Duogan in the west to Ryukyu in the east, from Jianzhou Jurchen in the north to the three chieftains of Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou in the south, the accounts of the whole country are checked here. Since the Song Dynasty published a "Shenzong Accounting Record", this method of checking records has been handed down all the way, and when he met the smart "big shopkeeper", he was so cute. Ramesh vomited in his mouth and kept pouring out the bad luck accumulated after a sleepless night. The big shopkeeper was refreshed. Along the way, he saw the account books of Shandong,heavy duty warehouse rack, Jiangxi, Henan and Hubei standing on the ground like a sea of mountains. He patted Ramesh on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work. The six masters deserve to be born in the Western Regions. They are really good at arithmetic." ? omracking.com
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