A Kitchen Knife Rules the World

As the night falls, a waning moon hangs high in the sky, dotted with cold stars. The savage roars and bursts of obscene laughter; the cries, heartbreaking and tragic. She knew that the Tatars had started their bestiality again! She clenched the kitchen knife in her hand, her almond-shaped eyes widened and filled with anger. She can't swallow this breath Her knife can cut vegetables and kill people In the past three years, she has witnessed too many compatriots being ravaged, living a life that is too humiliating, without dignity, and without a tomorrow. She thought she should do something... Wedge In the last years of the Yuan Dynasty, powerful officials wielded power, the government was corrupt, the people were in dire straits, and peasant uprisings continued in various places. In order to strengthen its rule and survive, the government tightened the restrictions on the people, restricted freedom of speech, confiscated all weapons, even kitchen knives, and even placed Mongolians in every household to monitor them day and night. These Mongols were called Home Tartars, and they were the kings of every village. The people must be respectful to them. They eat the best food, drink the best wine, and enjoy the most beautiful girls. Their words were imperial edicts, and they could enter and leave the eldest girl's and younger daughter-in-law's rooms as they wished. If you have money, you can spend money to buy a "threshold" to temporarily keep your daughter's chastity, but they have the final say on the specific price. This is a blackmail that is bound to lose! The people dare to be angry but dare not speak out! In a simple pastry shop, Lin Xinyue, a third-level Taekwondo black belt instructor who came from a family of chefs, was full of complaints and anxious. Damn it, other people have become queens and princesses in time travel, how come I am a helper at a pastry shop, and in this dark era? Not to mention that my hands have been roughened by hardship and hardship. If this situation continues, I will not be able to escape the fate of being ravaged. So she told the shopkeeper Xue Yong that we couldn't let the Tatars sit on our necks and urinate like this, so we might as well kill them without stopping. Killing one would make enough money, and killing two would make a profit... A surge of blood covered Lin Xinyue's mouth, and she looked around vigilantly. Lin Xinyue's face turned red from suppressing it. It took a lot of effort to open her big hands, breathing heavily, "Have you forgotten how Sang Yun died?" How could I forget? How could you forget? But before the time came, his throat spasmed. He hated the Tatars to death. When he got married three years ago, the Tatars took away the first night of his beloved wife Sang Yun. Sang Yun couldn't bear the humiliation and threw himself into the river. This hatred is irreconcilable!