readytorunbook Chapter 680 Targeted
Chapter 680 Targeted
"Lin Hao, is this how others perceive you?" Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, unable to help but feel sorry for his father.
If Meng Yuanping didn't look down on Lin Hao, how could he have such a deep prejudice against Lin Ping?
As a parent, Meng Yuanping did nothing wrong, and Lin Ping didn't want to argue with him.
Under the hazy night sky, the chill was biting, and Lin Ping couldn't help but shiver.
"If I'm not mistaken, the Daye Dynasty coincides with the Ming Dynasty on the timeline, which is during the Fourth Little Ice Age." A terrifying thought suddenly occurred to Lin Ping.
The so-called Little Ice Age was characterized by successive severe droughts and floods in the summer, and extremely cold winters.
In the history he was familiar with, there were a total of four Little Ice Ages: the late Shang Dynasty to the early Western Zhou Dynasty, the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms period, the Western Jin Dynasty, the late Tang Dynasty, the Five Dynasties period, the early Northern Song Dynasty, and the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.
Each Little Ice Age has resulted in a sharp decline in population.
Firstly, severe drought and floods led to reduced grain production, and secondly, the extremely cold weather froze many poor people to death.
The imperial palaces of the Ming and Qing dynasties all had heated chambers, which were closely related to the Little Ice Age.
Ordinary people, however, had no money to build warm houses, or even cotton-padded clothes and quilts, and ultimately could only freeze to death.
"Heavens, could you please wait a few more decades until I, Lin Ping, pass away before the heat subsides? I, Lin Ping, have a soft heart and cannot bear to see corpses strewn across the land." Lin Ping clasped his hands together, his attitude quite devout.
Even though Lin Ping has a modern mind, he doesn't think that fighting against nature is endlessly enjoyable.
He couldn't immediately solve the problems of poor harvests and extreme cold in winter; he couldn't simply force all the people to migrate south.
"Am I being targeted?" Just as Lin Ping was pondering this question, two black figures suddenly appeared behind him.
He wasn't in a hurry to run; he wanted to see what the two men were up to.
In order to lure the two out, Lin Ping deliberately went to a secluded corner.
Two figures stepped forward as expected, coldly shouting, "You brat, stop right there!"
Lin Ping pretended to be very flustered and asked tremblingly, "Who are you? What do you want? This is the Meng residence, you can't act recklessly here."
"You still know this is the Meng residence? You, a country bumpkin, dare to steal Boss Wen's job? See this thick wooden stick? Let it tell us our purpose." Under the moonlight, the man's face was ferocious.
"Don't do anything rash, I'm not someone to be trifled with." Lin Ping deliberately feigned a look of fear, even his voice trembled slightly.
A wooden stick as thick as an arm? Sorry, I've seen bombs the size of watermelons. Want to try one?
"You brat, I see you're refusing to listen to reason. I'll break your legs right now and see how you go to the academy tomorrow." One of them brandished a wooden stick and slammed it down on Lin Ping's thigh.
He deliberately slowed down, intentionally giving Lin Ping a chance to dodge.
Lin Ping was, after all, Huang Jiayu's honored guest. If his legs were really broken, he would be someone who couldn't afford to suffer the consequences.
He did this purely to threaten Lin Ping and make him back down.
Who knew that Lin Ping was so stupid that he didn't dodge or flinch, and just watched the wooden stick land on his thigh.
"Get out of the way! I can't take it anymore!" the man cried out in panic.
Click!
The thick wooden stick landed on Lin Ping's inner thigh with a crisp sound.
The two servants' hearts skipped a beat, and they broke out in a cold sweat.
That was clearly the sound of bones being broken. If Huang Jiayu found out about this, she would probably be furious and killing them wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Taking advantage of the darkness, the two planned to escape and deny everything, since Lin Ping probably hadn't seen their faces clearly anyway.
"Trying to leave?" Just as they turned around, a heavy hand appeared on their shoulders, pressing down like Mount Tai, making them unable to move at all.
"It's really strange, this kid can still run even with a broken leg." Cold sweat streamed down their spines.
"Open your dog eyes and see what's broken," Lin Ping said coldly.
He was a master of the Black Lotus Realm; with just a little energy applied to his thigh, he could easily break the wooden stick.
The two servants were ordinary people, unaware of the expert's abilities. Upon hearing the crisp sound, they immediately assumed that Lin Ping's bones had broken. They were too busy running away to care about his life or death.
After Lin Ping said that, the two of them turned their attention to the ground, where the wooden stick, as thick as an arm, had been split in two, clearly broken.
"How...how...how is this possible? This kid's bones are harder than a stick!" the two stammered, confirming that they had been possessed by an evil spirit today.
"I have no grudge against either of you, why would you resort to such cruelty?" Lin Ping asked coldly.
Actually, even a fool could figure out what's going on.
His arrival took away other people's jobs.
Being a pageboy is a good job; not only is the monthly salary high, but you can also swagger around with the young master.
It must be that Meng Jianwen was resentful, which is why he instigated his underlings to teach Lin Ping a lesson.
He's already lucky he doesn't bully others; the other party clearly asked for trouble.
There were two reasons why he didn't break the legs of the two men directly. First, he needed to establish a solid foundation for the Meng family and couldn't go too far in anything. Second, the servant was just trying to threaten him and didn't really intend to break his legs.
Even so, offending Lord Ping is still a serious offense.
“It’s Wen, Brother Wen…” one of them stammered.
Halfway through the conversation, the other person kept giving him meaningful glances, clearly not daring to reveal the mastermind.
Lin Ping smiled faintly, then released the shoulders of the two men, picked up a stone from the ground, and with a gentle squeeze, it turned into powder.
"I've crushed the heads of exactly ninety-eight unlucky guys. Do you want to round it up?" Lin Ping smiled wickedly, his hand already gripping the heads of the two men.
Crushing stones with bare hands? What kind of superhuman strength is that?
The two servants were so frightened that they wet themselves. Their legs went weak and they knelt on the ground, saying, "Young Master Chen, please spare us! It was Boss Wen who sent us. You are a distinguished guest of Madam. If it weren't for Meng Jianwen threatening us, we would never have dared to be disrespectful to you."
Lin Ping was almost amused by the guy's obsequious manner and was determined to take him on as a follower.
"Is that Meng Qingfan's pageboy? Where is he? I'll go and meet him." Lin Ping said, exhaling a cold breath.
"He's in the young master's room," one of them replied tremblingly, clearly terrified by Lin Ping.
"It's just taking his dog's life, no rush. You two tell me about the Meng family first," Lin Ping said casually, as if killing someone was not a crime.
The two servants were trembling with fear, wishing they could take a pill to kill themselves and regret it, for they had foolishly provoked this great Buddha.
Although they were poor, they were very strong and could kill without hesitation.
In order to save their dog's life, the two of them talked at once about the Meng family, starting from their ancestors for eight generations, and even including some scenes of women fighting each other.