Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

"Why not? When you restore the country, you must gather people. These people must be the blood relatives of the dead sons. Only they will be willing to avenge their relatives and gather again.

Can taking them guarantee to take the world without any damage to them? "

Yuwen Luan shook his head awkwardly.

"Since it can't, what's the point of adding heads to the 20 soldiers who died?

They should have served their parents at home to support their wives and children, instead of constantly dying for your country. "

"Dead people..." Yuwen Luanfei's eyes were full of confusion.

He didn't want that throne either, he just wanted to avenge his brothers and didn't want them to die miserably.

"What can really be done for the dead is to treat their descendants kindly, instead of using revenge as an excuse to gather these innocent people again and push them into the pit of fire."

Bai Junjun answered quite rationally and forcefully.

"Then... what should I do..." Yuwen Luanfei's eyes showed confusion and hesitation.

He really hoped to do something for these people, instead of pretending that nothing happened, even if it was just for them to fight the so-called impossible.

"You should save your own life. From now on, you should work hard to create wealth and material things. You should use these to reward the families of the soldiers who died for you, and do filial piety for the soldiers to support their brothers, sisters, wives and children, instead of delaying Let them make unnecessary sacrifices."

Bai Junjun's words made Yuwen Luanfei, who had been depressed and blamed himself, wake up. After being in confusion for a long time, he finally sobered up.

Before, whenever the wailing of the soldiers sounded in his ears, he would feel powerless. Only when he thought about avenging them, would he have a moment of peace and breath in his heart.

But now, Bai Junjun's words woke him up.

Perhaps, the wailing of the soldiers was not to insist on asking him to avenge himself, but to silently ask him to treat his family well...

Yu Wenluan stared at Bai Junjun with piercing eyes.

"I'll go with you. In this life, I will live for the dead soldiers. I will find a place to mine well, and secretly practice gold and silver treasures. I will send them a lot of money."

"..." Bai Junjun.

But...it doesn't have to be so extreme.

However, being able to have such a unique perspective shows that the artist from the past has returned.

Bai Junjun breathed a sigh of relief calmly.

People, what they are most afraid of is getting into a dead end. Sometimes once they fall into the cage they set up, they can't get out again.

Fortunately, Yuwen Luanfei didn't fall too deep.

The two old people outside heard what Bai Junjun said, and they couldn't help but have red eyes.

Speaking of which, they lost their son in the flames of war.

However, their son was not so lucky to meet Yuwen Luanfei. As early as three years ago, their son had already died in battle.

And how did they get any compensation?

They obviously have children, but they can only be sent by white-haired people to black-haired people. They can look forward to their children's good life, but they can only go to the wharf with young adults to carry goods, buy insoles blindly, and sell them for food.

Such a miserable old age, is it not just their family?

But the people they used to be loyal to have long since turned into piles of loess, who should they talk to if they want to complain about grievances?

Therefore, Bai Junjun's words are a kind of spiritual healing for the two elders.

Although they can't get it, if someone can get it, that's enough.