Ai, the richest man in Chang ‘an, got up in the car and laughed. "Children give some money to these poor Luoyang people to see that they are shivering with cold. My heart is uncomfortable."
Ai’s servants sang in unison, moved out several boxes of copper coins from the carriage, grabbed them in large quantities, and scattered them among the people on the roadside in Luoyang. When the poor people on the roadside saw this good thing, the horses were in a mess, and they scrambled for copper coins. Everyone was fighting for money and immediately knelt on the roadside to thank Ai.
Ai looked at a mess, and Luoyang people’s chubby faces and small eyes narrowed into a crack with laughter. He said, grab it and then follow me back to Chang ‘an. My desk and chair workshops and paper workshops are short of workers, and the forest farm is short of lumberjacks. Master Dong is right. Luoyang people are going crazy this year. With a little money, they can buy a large number of manpower and then earn it back from them.
Tan Mi, the biggest landlord who has always looked down on Ai Chang ‘an, also made a lot of money this year. Naturally, he didn’t want to be robbed of the limelight by Ai. He also got up and cried, "Do you want to watch Luoyang people starve when you are full?"
There was a rehearsal long ago, and Tan Mi’s servants moved out of the carriage in a neat roar, and baskets of steaming cakes, pot helmets and steamed buns were also thrown into Luoyang people. Most of these Luoyang people were victims of the Xin Wang chaos that night, and they lived on the relief of the court these days. And today, the court has not distributed food. Everyone is hungry. Seeing hot food is just around the corner, is there any reason not to rob them desperately?
Tan Mi looked at the scene that was even more chaotic than when Ai threw money just now. She smiled like a chrysanthemum. She also said, Let’s eat. This year, my family has added more than 7,000 mu of dry land in Bing. Teacher Dong personally promised to give me a drought-resistant and high-yield god, rice and fruit, which is a tenant farmer. And that big girl over there is skinny. I bought her back to my family for a few months and she is a beautiful woman who just happens to be my tenth aunt …
Tan Mi wanted to be flattered. A thunder-like sound sounded behind him. "What’s the taste of eating steamed bread pie? Come and give you meat! "
With this cry, Ma Zhan, the boss of the biggest mule and horse company in Chang ‘an, threw a pot of boiling beef, mutton, chickens and ducks into the victims. Ma Zhan had a rough appearance but a fine mind. He was the first person to put a honeycomb coal stove into a carriage for heating and cooking, so that many people who had already bought his carriage made a profit by buying it again. Kuang Kangpeng also personally told him that the Wuwei official road in Chang ‘an would be renovated and widened this year, so that cattle, sheep and horses produced in Liangzhou could be transported to Chang ‘an more quickly, and there was no shortage of shepherds to feed the horses.
Other wealthy merchants of the cremation in Chang ‘an are not as heroic as these, but they are not stingy. The owners of the textile firm gave away hundreds of new clothes. The bosses of the Chang ‘an shipping firm, the iron firm, the coal firm and the brothel also threw copper coins. Other smaller cremation also distributed a lot of food to Luoyang, which has become cheap and cheap.
The victims in Luoyang were so happy that they all sighed that the merchants in Luoyang, glad you came were dumbfounded at first, then sneered at these outbreaks, but they were envious. At the same time, they all wondered how it was possible for Dong Yan to return to Chang ‘an and not knife these people. Why do they look so rich one by one when they rob their property?
Ma Ridan, Zhu Xie and other senior officials are also getting more and more depressed. When Dong Zhuo was raging in Luoyang, Luoyang people were able to make a living despite living in fear all day. Since Dong Zhuo left, the life of Luoyang people has become worse every day, and the life of poor Chang’ an people has suddenly reached a higher level. What is the reason? Reasoning, Ma Ridan and other civil and military officials come to a conclusion that they don’t want to admit-we are far from Dong Zhuo’s statecraft.
At this moment, Lu Su smiled and walked to the front of Ma Ridan and others, devoting himself to saying, "The villain Lu Su served the big fellow’s father, a surname Dong, and ordered the three-state scholars and businessmen to come to see the saints and meet your adults." Lu Su added in his mind that by the way, he would take some people back to Chang ‘an this year, and the shortage of staff there is more serious, I’m afraid.
Ma Ridan replied with a wry smile, "It’s too late for Lord Lu to bother. Please rest for one night and visit the holy one day." Ma Ridan pointed sideways to the gate and said, "Old Lord Lu and Chang ‘an VIPs are ready to rest. Please enter the city."
But Ma Ridan didn’t expect Zhu Xie, Wan Fu and others didn’t expect the cremation giants in Chang ‘an to escape one by one just after they entered the city. The reason is that after several disturbances, Luoyang city was full of pungent coke smell, rotten corpses and foul smell after ditches were blocked. People wanted to vomit Chang ‘an. These cremation giants all lived in clean and new Chang ‘an for a while, and people could stand these smells, which also made Luoyang cremation officials and businessmen lose enough face.
Wu wear nose shouted "niang what the hell is this? Give an old tent and live outside the city. "Tan Mi always looked down on him. For the first time, he agreed with him." Somebody bring me the best spices. I’m going to vomit. Set up a tent and smoke the best sandalwood! " Ma Zhan simply climbed to the side and vomited, vomiting and scolding "Fuck! Is this a city where people live? It stinks more than a pigsty! "
These three show off here and stay with them all the time, like asking about the secret of their fortune. Luoyang scholars and businessmen can’t face it. What do you mean by boasting? Before, you were far worse than us. Would you be today if King Dong Yan hadn’t robbed Luoyang Jinyu Jewelry Department to Chang ‘an? That being said, Luoyang is still full of envy when the scholars and merchants in Chang ‘an set up the cowhide tent with fairy tables, plush chairs, double beds, flower stands, fires, dining tables and so on.
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Sorry, I can’t calm down my mood. Please understand that there are fewer words today.
Once again, warn those patients suffering from zoonotic acute central nervous system diseases to keep your mouths shut. Don’t let Lao Lang not curse, don’t let Lao Lang not greet your female relatives! You support the old wolf friend, please help then!
Chapter 25 Luoyang Raiders ()
No.639 Shame Name+Shame Name = Good in Dirty Flower Margin Record
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In the evening, there was a lively scene outside the west gate of Luoyang, where two thousand tents stood in the wilderness outside the city. Hundreds of thousands of poor people in rags surrounded the camp, leaving only a path leading to the city gate. From the wall, the crowd could not see the head at a glance, and the mountains and plains were dark. It was probably more than a year ago that Master Dong set up a porridge shed at the east gate to help the victims, but the poor people were still increasing rapidly compared with the onlookers. In addition to the victims in Luoyang, the poor people in the countryside near Luoyang also heard the news. To prevent accidents, Zhao Yun brought five thousand fighters from the west, and Sun Ce brought five thousand water troops, all of whom were armed with auxiliary armour and knives, and Zhang Liao and Xu Huang transferred ten thousand black cavalry to help maintain order.
Outside Dong Zhuojun’s stockade, countless heads are surging, and several pairs of eyes are shining outward. Through the stockade and hillock, Dong Zhuojun’s soldiers are staring at the dinner being cooked in the stockade. It happened that this time, Kang Peng paid a lot of money to let Zhao Yun bring a lot of cattle and sheep from Xiliang Qiang people. Kang Peng plagiarized the first batch of processed hams sent by Grandpa Zong Ze, and also brought some of that fragrance-it just made these hungry poor people want to go crazy.
It’s not only the poor people in Luoyang who have been living a tight life for more than a year, but also the officials and scholars in Luoyang who are smelling the meat coming from the city wall and swallowing their saliva, especially the smell of fried ham with Chili peppers. They just want these once rich people to rush into Dong Zhuojun’s camp-to see what smells so good!
Of course, Kang Peng won’t waste so many delicacies. He wants to be rewarded. When Dong Zhuojun had a meal, Zhao Yun deliberately ordered the meal to be delivered to the soldiers of Gang Dong Zhuojun in front of Luoyang people outside the village. The soldiers of Dong Zhuojun also moved the meal to the side of the village fence and ate a little wine. It was even more irritating that some ordinary soldiers of Dong Zhuojun deliberately let the people outside the village exclaim "What a big piece of meat!" Just eat proudly and say, see? This is when you forced us out of Luoyang!
While watching the poor people in Luoyang swallow their saliva, a Dong Zhuojun primary school carried a pot of steamed bread with meat to the side of the stockade, looked at the people outside the stockade carefully, picked a strong young man and asked, "How old are you? What’s your name? "
The young man replied, "Hui Jun Ye’s villain has no name this 19th year. People call me A Xing."
The Dong Zhuojun primary school asked again, "Is it from Luoyang? Who else is at home? Is there a field? "
A Xing’s eyes turned red and choked, "The villain is a native of Luoyang. My father died when I was young, and my mother starved to death when I was seven years old. I grew up by herding cattle in the village."
The Dong Zhuojun primary school reached out and patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don’t cry, little ye. I was an orphan like you, and I was born in a bitter family. It’s better than your luck to be a soldier with Dong." The Dong Zhuojun primary school handed him two meat buns again. "Let’s eat if you are hungry."
A Xing’s eyes are red and polite. He grabbed the steamed bread and chewed it. Dong Zhuojun’s primary school laughed. "Eat slowly and be careful. Don’t choke. By the way, now that you are worried about me, I am short of hands. I will help you tell the general that you will be a Dong Taishi soldier. Are you willing?"
A Xing suddenly stopped with his eyes wide and his mouth vague and asked, "Are you serious? Can you eat enough with Master Dong? "
Dong Zhuojun’s primary school laughed. "Of course, if you really follow Master Dong, you can have a full meal every day. When you retire from the army, you will be divided into five acres of land. If you are lucky, you will be divided into two or three wives. Who doesn’t know these days?"
A Xing swallowed the steamed bread in his mouth and roared, "I want to be a soldier and I will be a teacher of Dong."