I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 256 Fence-Sitter

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what?

Shall we stand on it?

The people were taken aback for a moment, then looked at each other.

They looked at each other, their bodies turning around and swaying gently, but no one dared to step forward.

Zian felt that they were like a reed, swaying in the breeze.

The saintess frowned and looked at Li Mosi.

If I were to tell my story in front of so many people, wouldn't I be ridiculed in the future?

She spoke softly.

"Aren't you making them lose face? You might as well do it one estate at a time."

Zi'an reached out and covered her mouth.

This guy is just spouting useless nonsense.

"My late teacher."

She looked at Li Mosi and spoke softly.

"I feel like they look like reeds."

Li Mosi doesn't have her superior perspective.

But he also noticed the hesitation of his people.

He spoke softly.

There's a term called "weed on the wall." It means grass that bends in the corner of a wall. This grass doesn't have deep roots, and it bends whichever way the wind blows.

The saintess looked up at the sky, and a picture immediately came to mind.

Zi'an nodded.

This word is indeed much more suitable than the reeds she had in mind.

From this perspective, the people before me are like weather vanes, fickle and opportunistic.

But that doesn't solve the problem.

"Should I go and have the soldiers bring him here?"

This was one of the remedial measures they had discussed in advance.

If no one steps forward, then have the soldiers forcibly bring them up.

After all, the soldiers were all locals from the various manors.

They had heard of and seen some of the injustices within the manor.

"No rush."

Li Mosi patted her gently.

"An egg is only a chick when cracked open from the inside; cracking it open from the outside only makes it food. The people are just weaker in their own way; they are ultimately different from the grass in the corner."

He wanted to see what the locals were capable of.

This will determine his future development plan.

"oh."

My teacher's analogy is quite easy to understand.

Zi'an gently shook his head towards the high platform.

Ziyi, who had been secretly watching them, turned his head back and then glanced at the people in his territory.

The saintess couldn't help but squint her eyes and look at the top of Li Mosi's head.

My hair, which was brown before, turned a bit black after washing.

The craftsman's words were simple, but she could sense that there was something else in them that she couldn't understand.

Where did this craftsman come from?

Ziwang turned to look behind him.

When Walter, Miser, and old Hanl, the people standing at the front, saw him turn around, they turned their gazes toward him.

Zwan looked at old Hanl, who was as silent as a corpse, and then at Misser, who was closest to him.

He took two steps forward and grabbed Misser's arm.

Go, don't be afraid.

"this……"

Misser looked at Ziwan, then down at his arm that was being held, and then up at Ziyi on the platform.

His sister reached out and put her hand on Zwan's arm.

"These things are hard to say, aren't they?"

The fact that family members were taken away...

His brother, standing on the other side of Misser, put his hand on his lower back.

"Go ahead, brother."

If we wait until this time, it may be difficult to find an opportunity to resolve the issue.

Besides, although this is the first time such a thing has happened, similar things occasionally occur in the same manor.

Misser looked left and right, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing his state, Walter grabbed Bank, who was standing beside him.

Bank looked down at him along his arm.

"Let's go up."

Walter pointed with his chin to the east side of the platform.

"I think I know that person."

Bank raised his eyebrows.

If you know someone, you know them; if you don't, you don't. What does it mean to "seem to know"?

He looked in the direction Walter pointed, but Walter grabbed him and pulled him forward.

What else is there to say?

Let's go.

Anyway, he only got a beating, and Walter only lost some sheep.

There's nothing shameful about saying it.

"A bunch of idiots, finally they've gotten moving."

Zi Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone walking forward from below the stage.

He was waiting up there until his head started to feel numb.

Fortunately, goblins don't blush.

Even if it darkens slightly when you're nervous, it's not easily noticeable.

"etc……"

Walter had only taken a few steps with Bank when he heard a hoarse male voice behind him.

The two turned around to look.

It was old Hans.

Old Han strode up behind Walter.

"Let's do it together."

His actions stunned the two of them.

They weren't the only ones stunned; Misser and his younger siblings were too.

Old Han's face remained expressionless as always, but his actions just now clearly showed a hint of urgency.

They hadn't seen him like this in a long time!

Not only them, but the surrounding residents were also stunned.

Only Zwan glanced at her casually before turning his gaze back to Mise.

"grown ups……"

Hearing a sound coming from the side, Zi Yi turned his head to look west.

Several leaders were already standing there.

Men and women of all ages.

They bowed slightly, their bodies displaying humility, their faces filled with questions.

Zi Yi urged him impatiently.

"Don't stand down there! Come up here!"

"Yes, yes."

"OK."

The people shrank back and carefully walked up the platform with their heads bowed.

Once they reached the western edge of the platform, they dared not take another step forward.

Walter heard the sound and turned to look.

Seeing someone walk onto the platform, he stopped dawdling.

"Let's go, the adults are getting impatient."

"Let's go, the adults are getting impatient."

With that, he pulled Banker forward, breaking away from the group, with old Han following behind.

As Walter passed by Li Mosi and the other two, he glanced at Li Mosi as well.

Although he didn't know why Lemos had turned black hair, he was all too familiar with his appearance!

The children of artisans often mingled together from a young age, and they even knew what marks each other had and how each mark came about.

He looked down at Li Mosi's chin.

There was a thin line there, slightly whiter than the rest of the area.

He remembers this place!

This is what happened when Limos was teasing the lambs!

It was initially a distinct white scar that would gleam in the sun or firelight.

As the two grew up, the luster gradually faded, until it became only slightly whiter than the rest of the body.

The person in front of me is Lemos!

Li Moss saw the surprise in Walter's eyes, and then glanced at Bank and old Han, who only dared to secretly observe him.

He made no move and watched the three of them walk toward the platform.

"What's that guy so surprised about?"

Zian, standing behind Li Mosi, noticed the gazes of the others and found it strange.

The two quickly passed each other.

After the three Walters took the stage, the people on the east side of the platform gradually walked out of the ranks.

They couldn't help but look at Li Mosi.

Since he was the only one without anything that symbolized status or position, the people only dared to look at him.

However, Zi'an noticed that, apart from the first man, she didn't see much surprise in the eyes of the others.

Misser finally started moving.

"I'll go too."

At this time, there were already more than 30 people on the platform, including many craftsmen from other manors. People below the platform kept leaving the manor group and heading towards the platform.

He wasn't particularly conspicuous when he went up there.

Misser looked at his sister and removed her hand.

His younger brother withdrew his hand on his own.

Zwan glanced at the family, then turned and pulled Misser toward the platform.

Misser walked past Li Moss and the other two with her head down.

He was the first one who didn't secretly observe Li Mosi and the other two.

She seems to have a lot on her mind.

Li Moss silently watched Misser's appearance, and then watched as batches of people took the stage.

Fortunately, these people stepped forward.

Although the locals have been very domesticated, they are still not as good as the Baiyu people before the transmigration.