C179 Cut the braid and be eager to try (1/2)

”Master... Master, what are you going to do? ” In front of Xiao Wen, a Manchu Constable who knew Chinese was looking at him with a face full of fear.

His words, along with his half-white half-ancient grammar, gave Xiao Wen a sense of familiarity as he listened to the Mandarin of later generations.

According to the academic and official definition, the standard pronunciation of Mandarin is based on the dialect of Beijing. Therefore, the Mandarin spoken by Xiao Wen in his previous life was similar to the Mandarin spoken by the Manchu constables.

But this didn't lessen Xiao Wen's hatred for these Tarantula.

After all, the reign of the Tarantula was the darkest and most ignorant period since the beginning of the Chinese dynasty.

Looking at them, Xiao Wen said: ”Do you know what you slaves have that needs to be cut off?”

As he spoke, he waved the shiny scissors in his hand.

The scissors made of bronze were constantly emitting a golden luster. Even though there was only the dim moonlight, the sharp luster did not dim in the slightest.

The Tarantula was already filled with fear in its heart. He looked at Xiao Wen and quickly kneeled on the ground. His head was like the beak of a woodpecker, pecking at the grass and kowtowing with all his might.

”Master, your servant …” This servant doesn't know! ”

”You don't know?” Xiao Wen walked in front of him and pulled up the ugly pig tail, saying, ”Even the disheveled Huns have better hair than you.”

As he spoke, he cut off the pig's tail.

Seeing that Xiao Wen had only cut off the hair on the back of his head and hadn't harmed his life, the Tatmadaw kowtowed again, feeling grateful to Xiao Wen.

”How boring.” Xiao Wen couldn't help but mutter when he saw that the person didn't seem to have any reaction to the tail being cut.

Although for him, cutting off hair was not something shameful like the ancient Chinese, after all, after the May 4th Movement, the Chinese had already started to cut their hair and change their clothes. On the contrary, Xiao Wen felt that with this long hair, it was easy for fleas to grow. During maintenance, he couldn't help but recall the girls in his previous life who often complained about their long hair and the trouble of washing their hair and taking care of it.

However, this was an ancient time, and they paid particular attention to their skin and bodies. Having their parents cut their hair hastily was an unfilial act.

Plus, the clouds were in the north and the weather was cold and dry, and he lived in the city, away from farmland and pastures. Normally, as long as he paid attention, there would be no fleas in his hair. Only then did he manage to restrain himself.

However, regardless of whether it was long and short hair, Xiao Wen could accept it.

But just like the other transmigrators, Xiao Wen was unable to accept that this braid represented ignorance, backwardness, ignorance, savagery and retrogression.

”From now on, if I see a Tarantula pig's tail, I will cut one tail at a time. I will cut two tails at a time!”

As he spoke, he had the guards of the caravan cut off the pig tail on the heads of the other policemen.

Satisfied with the sight of the round, egg-like heads without their tails, Xiao Wen walked back to the camp in satisfaction.

The sky gradually brightened. The wind on the prairie had always been strong. When Xiao Wen opened his eyes, he heard the sound of the caravan's banners being blown by the wind.

Some of the employees who had once walked across the prairie had said that if Xiao Wen's defenses hadn't stopped them, even if the night was filled with fuel, it would have been difficult to burn the bonfire for the whole night.

Those damned winds would lengthen and extinguish the torches one by one, only producing wisps of smoke.

At this moment, the horses and mules were whining uneasily. The surrounding scenery changed from blurry outlines to clear images. Looking through the window of the carriage, Xiao Wen saw that the guards were lying on the observation deck, their bodies completely numb from the cold.

However, none of them dared to move. He just stared at his surroundings.

From the looks of it, they also knew that the sudden attack of the Tarantula last night was most likely just the beginning.

There were many patrolmen around, and they might encounter them at any moment.

Outside the window on the other side of the car, the corpse that had been lying outside the fortification had long since disappeared. Last night, the merchants had already buried them.