"That's right, Mr. Jiu, if the other lady is not found, you will destroy yourself. The young master and the young lady still need you."
However, in the face of all this, Bo Zhanye remained unmoved and grabbed Mo Nanxi's collar:
"It's not your fault! I used so many abilities and couldn't even find a single person! What use do I need from you!"
Cold, cruel, dangerous, chilling.
All the cold and terrifying breaths are not enough to be used on him.
Mo Nanxi had never seen such a terrifying Bo Zhanye, and she was so frightened that she shivered all over.
But it hurts more.
Only collapse and pain can reach this point.
He had even seen the crimson bloodshot eyes in Bo Zhanye's eyes, and he spoke extremely apologetically:
"I'm sorry, we are useless. If we are punished, Master Jiu, you can feel better and sleep well, then Master Jiu, you can vent.
If you hit me, I will never resist."
"Damn it!" Bo Zhanye punched him in the face and threw him to the ground: "Now is the time to punish you?
Give me an order to go down and conduct a census of the entire empire. Don’t miss any place! No corner! Even if you live on a remote island at sea, do a census for me!
Also, everyone must register in the village or town to receive subsidies.”
He didn't believe it, he couldn't find anyone!
Mo Nanxi suddenly realized: "In this way, regardless of whether the census personnel find the wife or not, the wife can deliver information to the census personnel.
As for the subsidy, as long as the subsidy is good, no matter where the wife is, the other party will occupy the quota as her wife. When the time comes, we can pay attention to new fake names or dead substitute names.
Double protection, Master Jiu, you think very well!
I’ll make arrangements right away, I’ll make arrangements right away!”
Regardless of whether the punch hurt or not, he ran out quickly and staggered.
The cold air around Bo Zhanye had just dissipated a little.
But it's still hard to sleep.
If he couldn't find Fu Xixi for a whole day, his heart would be empty.
No, it should be said to be an hour, a minute, a second...
"Damn it!" He punched the wall with his fist.
For the first time, Bo Zhanye found himself so useless, wishing that he was the one missing.
What's even more painful is that not only does he have to endure the pain, he also can't show it in front of his children...
...
On the third day of the national census, we finally arrived at the village where Fu Xixi is located.
That day, Fu Xixi was locked up in the cowshed, her feet were chained to hinges, her hands were tied with hemp rope, and her mouth was covered with a rag. She was dying.
In the past few days, she had escaped countless times and been caught again countless times. She had used every possible method, but all she got in exchange was severe beatings.
The youngest Zhao even moved over directly to help the fool guard her while trying to bully her.
Every minute and every second is a nightmare and a disaster for her.
She wanted to die. If she died, she would not be in pain. If she died, her family would no longer have to worry day and night. If she died, she might be able to have a good pregnancy in her next life.
But......
The most painful thing is that you can't even die.
The people on TV who bite their tongues and commit suicide and hit the wall and die are all fake! Fake!
What should I do? How can I escape from this painful life?
"Is anyone here? Census." A just and unfamiliar voice sounded.
Fu Xixi looked through the gap in the tattered wall and saw two uniformed personnel walking into the yard.
They were upright and upright. They were obviously not locals, but personnel sent from other places!
It is even very possible that Bo Zhanye arranged to find her!
Fu Xixi instantly saw hope, her eyes lit up again, and she tried her best to make the sound she could: