Wang Juan did not have time to argue with Zhang Xiaobao. He could teach them however he wanted. Anyway, her younger siblings had learned well. They were not domineering when dealing with outsiders, and they were not arrogant when dealing with their own people.
Moreover, they would be more down-to-earth when speaking to honest people. They would not be at a disadvantage when talking to treacherous people. This was very good. Teaching children was not to let them learn how to ask for guidance, nor was it to let them know how to calculate the games in other people's casinos through probability and fuzzy mathematics. There was also no need to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics. At the same time, they could understand and write the same type of articles.
The ultimate goal of teaching children was to let them adapt to society and be able to survive in all kinds of complicated situations. Many people who had countless master's and doctorate degrees under them might not even finish middle school or high school.
Since there was no reason to argue, there was no need to argue too much about this. It was better to do something practical.
The practical thing was that the people under Seymour Domo He's management were now bald. Regardless of gender, age, or age, they were also given a medicinal bath. The clothes were not made yet, so they had to wait.
Therefore, the children were all naked now. Fortunately, the girls had a simple bellyband. Xiao Bei said that he was afraid that Xiao Yuan would see something he should not see. Xiao Yuan did not say anything. He just let people tie leaves with a special smell with a rope and hang it on the little boy, saying that it could repel mosquitoes.
The adults were actually the same. Before the new clothes were made, they could not wear their old clothes, except for those that had been washed and sprayed with disinfectant. However, not everyone had several sets of clothes.
At noon, a more practical situation appeared. All the old people, children, and pregnant women were given dishes cooked in a large pot by the chefs. There were two dishes and a soup. The amount was very large, and they were all meat.
Xiao Bei and the others' dishes were naturally cooked by Zhang Xiaobao himself. There was braised mushrooms, fried wild celery, and a vegetarian soup. The fried potato strips inside were the children's favorite.
The children of Seymour Domo He tribe did not have a share, but the children under Duoduo's command still ate.
Seymour Domoka was in a bad mood when he saw this situation. He didn't care about the mushrooms and wild celery. What he cared about was Zhang Xiaobao's attitude.
He was keenly aware of Zhang Xiaobao's status in the Great Tang. The Duoghans and the Great Tang had already proven this point. Ordinary people would not be able to eat Zhang Xiaobao's dishes. Normally, only the Emperor and Zhang Xiaobao's family could eat them.
Just like himself, he used to be able to make some food, but ever since he became the leader, he had never done it. Even when he did, it was for himself. He felt that others did not have the right to taste it, including his women and children.
Then, he saw the dishes cooked by Zhang Xiaobao. Zhang Xiaobao's woman, Wang Juan, did not eat them, which was very normal. Xiao Bei and the other nine people ate them. He was a little confused. Perhaps it was because the children were young and should be taken care of more. There were sick people in the team, but they could also eat. How was this the behavior of a leader? Zhang Xiaobao had degraded his own status.
The most infuriating thing was that Duoduo, a person who could be abandoned at any time, actually allowed their children to eat Zhang Xiaobao's dishes with Xiao Bei.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Seymour Domoka's expression turned gloomy during the meal. He accompanied Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan to eat. He sat on the right side, while Duoduo sat on the other side.
Today's meal was still stew. There was no choice. There were too many people, and they were marching. Regardless of whether they liked it or not, only stew could absorb nutrients the fastest, and it was also the most convenient to cook. When marching and fighting, it was already not bad to be able to eat stew. Under normal circumstances, they would eat dry rations and river water.
Zhang Xiaobao did not think that the food was bad. He had once rummaged through the garbage bin to find food, so he had very low standards for food. At the same time, he had very high standards. He could eat anything, but he always liked to personally make more delicious food.
He also did not think that Seymour Domoka's daily life was so extravagant that he could not eat the food made by the chefs from the Zhang Xiaobao and Wang families. This batch of chefs was indeed not the best. Because of their physical conditions, they had to adapt to various climates before they could be brought out.
But if you randomly picked one of the chefs from the Zhang Xiaobao and Wang families, how could they be bad? Stew was a cooking method, but it did not mean the taste. Buddha jumps over the wall was also stewed. Who said that it was not delicious?
Right now, Seymour Domoka did not put his mind on the food. Instead, he kept looking at where Xiaobei and the rest were. Zhang Xiaobao was unhappy. Damn it, why are you looking at my younger brother and sister for no reason?
So Zhang Xiaobao was angry. He glared at him. With a bang, he was shocked. He looked carefully. Wang Juan, who was beside him, threw the bowl at Seymour Domoka. It was so hot that Seymour Domoka jumped up and hit the bowl while screaming.
Zhang Xiaobao was stunned. I … I haven't done anything yet. Why did you throw the bowl first?
"Seymour Domoka, stop screaming. Let me ask you. If you don't eat the food, why are you staring at my younger brother and sister? Tell me, do you want to kidnap them to threaten us? "
Wang Juan held her chopsticks tightly and questioned. She looked like she was going to stab him with her chopsticks if he did not agree with her.
The people nearby who could hear the commotion stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Xiaobei, who was eating at a table, threw his bowl on the table. He stood up and took out a small pistol. He pointed it at Seymour Domoka and said angrily, "So you are targeting us?"
Seymour Domoka did not feel that the stew on his body was hot. He recognized the thing in Xiaobei's hand. It was called a gun. It was a very beautiful gun. It had a pink surface, a smooth shape, a straight line, and a black muzzle.
Especially when the one holding it was a child. A child always carried a gun. If he was in a bad mood or happy mood, how many people would die?
"No, I am not. I am not looking at you. I am looking at Duoduo's child. I am not convinced. Why can their child eat with you, but my child can't?"
Seymour Domoka had to tell the truth. He was afraid. He was not afraid of Wang Juan and Zhang Xiaobao, but of Xiaobei who was holding a gun. It was the same reason why the Tang Empire's officials were afraid. Children had the biggest advantage. They were impulsive and unreasonable. They were not as rational as adults. It was normal for them to do things that they should not do.
Xiaobei looked at his sister. Wang Juan and Weiwei turned sideways. He made a few gestures with his hands and blinked his eyes.
Xiaobei understood. So it was to trick people to seize power. Sigh, Seymour Domoka was really sad.
Knowing that he had to find an excuse to deal with people, Xiaobei was very cooperative. He said to Seymour Domoka with a cold face, "What does me inviting Uncle Duoduo's child to eat have to do with you? I understand now. You did not follow us willingly because you lost the bet. You want to steal our power while you follow us.
You are so ambitious. You even want to control me? Don't you want to know who I am? In the whole world, other than my parents, Xiaoyuan's parents, our grandparents, and my brothers and sisters, who dares to control me? I, Xiaobei, came to this world to enjoy life. I am not to be controlled by a person who lost the bet, a leader of a tribe with only 3,000 people.
Are you unhappy? There are many things that make you unhappy. Do I need to care about you? You don't eat when you are eating. When you stare at me, I feel uncomfortable. Who asked me to … What did I say? Oh, right. Whoever makes me feel uncomfortable for a while, I will make them feel uncomfortable for life.
Tell me, how do you want to die? Are you bullying me because I am a child? Let me tell you, many people have died in my hands. Have I ever blinked? In my eyes, human lives are like grass. Hmph! Xiao Nan, kill him. "
Bang! Xiao Nan opened fire and shattered the bowl in Seymour Domoka's hand. Bang! Another sound was heard as the wind blew a hole in Seymour Domoka's sleeve.
Then, Xiao Nan frowned and looked at his gun. He said, "Why is it wrong? I was aiming at the head. "
"Again, shoot a few more times. I don't believe that it won't hurt at least once," Xiaobei said.
Seymour Domoka immediately knelt down and looked at Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan. He shouted, "Help, Xiao Bao, Cuckoo, I won't dare to look blindly anymore."
"That's not right. Who allowed you to shoot so casually? Pistols also have recoil. What if you hurt your wrists? Pay attention to your status. You have to kill people personally. "
Zhang Xiaobao scolded Xiaobei and the others.
Wang Juan also glared at the little guys in front of Seymour Domoka and said, "Xiao Bao, I think Seymour Domoka didn't mean it. Why don't you give him a chance?"
"Yes, yes. Give me a chance. I definitely won't dare to look blindly in the future. I won't be jealous either." Seymour Domoka realized that Cuckoo was a good person. She was better than Xiao Bao. Xiao Bao wanted to shoot to shock his wrists.
"How can my younger brothers and sisters be wronged? This time, I definitely can't …"
"Enough. Seymour Domoka already knows that he was wrong. Why force him to death?" Wang Juan interrupted Zhang Xiaobao. She looked at Seymour Domoka and continued, "Chief Seymour Domoka, although this matter doesn't matter much, children are different from adults. I can't tie them up. How about this? You stay away from them and don't let them see you. What if the little guy shoots accurately again? Don't you think so?"
"Yes, yes. I'll stay away. I won't be near them." Seymour Domoka agreed readily.
"Someone come and take Seymour Domoka to a safe place." Wang Juan ordered.
Immediately, someone came and took Seymour Domoka to a 'safe' place. Seymour Domoka felt very wronged. He didn't mean that. How did it become like this?
He didn't know that he actually didn't feel wronged at all. If he could let the elders in the tribe accompany him to eat, or let his women accompany him to eat, Wang Juan would temporarily tolerate him.
But he only cared about himself. He was too selfish. This kind of selfishness reflected in the process of surrendering. He didn't have any weaknesses. Even if you used his family to threaten him, it would be useless. This kind of person could be used but could not be trusted.
The problem was that Wang Juan felt that Seymour Domoka didn't even have any value to be used. He didn't look like a 'traitor' who could be used to help the team and their own people. After using him, they would get rid of him. In this world, no enemy would be good to a traitor. It only depended on how much the traitor could contribute.
Therefore, Wang Juan decided to follow the plan. She didn't kill Seymour Domoka, but tied him up.
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