Jun Jiuling

In the early summer, the capital becomes more and more lively, the streets are crowded with people, men and women put on brightly colored summer shirts, and walk through the street market full of shops and hawkers.

But the noise on the street suddenly froze, and at the same time, the crowded crowd gave way one after another, and a group of people appeared in sight.

Their clothes are bright and complicated, and their horseshoes beat heavily on the ground and seem to be on everyone's heart.

Ignoring the bustle of the street, they galloped as if they were in an empty wilderness.

But it is true that no one dares to block their horseshoes. If you kill you, you will be judged to block your errands. Not only will your death be in vain, but your relatives will also be implicated.

So there is no need to yell, as long as you see this dress, no matter men, women, old or young, beggars or rich people, even court officials will all avoid it neatly.

This team of Jin Yiwei galloped away on the street, like a knife passing through, coming and going in an instant, the crowd separated and gathered again.

"Who is going to be unlucky?"

"It looks like they are going to steal the house."

People on the street watched the team fleeing like wolves and tigers, discussing in low voices, but there were also voices that were different from the past in this discussion.

"Copy it, copy a few more, it's much faster than stealing money from small traders."

These words made the commentators quiet for a moment.

"It can't be compared like this." An old man in the teahouse said, "It's for repairing the street appearance, and these vendors who walk along the streets and bridges along the river should also be taken care of."

"Why didn't you ignore it before?" Someone immediately retorted with a snort.

"There were not so many people before." The old man said kindly, "Nowadays there are too many refugees and beggars inside and outside the city, and it's an outrageous mess."

But this sentence has more people to refute it.

"Come on, it's the fault of being a refugee."

"Everyone made it clear in their hearts that they were just asking for money indiscriminately."

"That's right, I want money, and I want to reward Cheng Guogong."

The teahouse became noisy and noisy.

The people in the private room on the second floor frowned at the noise downstairs.

"Boss." He turned his head and said to the room, "What is said outside is becoming more and more inappropriate, do you want to stop it?"

There were five men sitting in the room, and one of them heard the words and looked over.

"Opening the door for business, how can we care what people say?" He said in a deep voice, "It's inappropriate for us to open a teahouse to guard against the public."

The man by the window bowed his head and stepped back.

"I said, Old Dong, what do you think of this matter?" said the man sitting opposite the owner's house.

"What's there to see, those small merchants don't have much money." The owner said, "If you really want to raise money to reward Cheng Guogong, it's too shabby."

"Old Dong, it's not a matter of more money and less money." The other man said with a light cough, stroking his beard on his forehead, his eyes sparkling, "This matter cannot be tolerated."

"That's right, this time they are targeting small businessmen, and next time it should be us." Another man said with a frown, "Tasting this benefit, the government's appetite will grow bigger and bigger."

Dong Dongjia, who was sitting in the middle making tea, put down the tea in his hand.

"Then what do you think we should do?" He said, "Firstly, the government didn't say that merchants were required to pay rewards, and secondly, they didn't rectify us, big merchants and big households. Wouldn't it be nonsense for us to ask for explanations?"

The people in the room looked at each other, and some laughed.

"I think this is the cleverness of the government." He said, "Blunt knives cut meat, and warm water boils frogs."

"Yes." Someone nodded and looked at everyone present, "They know that if they directly ask for money from big businessmen like us, it is absolutely impossible, and they will definitely be opposed, so they only ask for money this time. Those small businessmen and hawkers do it. Firstly, those people are weak and unable to stir up troubles. Secondly, we people will stand by and watch because the matter has nothing to do with us. When this matter passes like this, everyone is used to it. Next time They'll do it to us, and then they'll be able to use precedent as an excuse."

People in the room nodded and discussed in low voices.

"The government's heart is so poisonous." Dong Dongjia said with a sigh.

"You can't just leave it like this." A man said, "You have to let them know that this is not an option."

People in the room nodded.

"But how? How do we let them know that this is not going to happen and that we are not involved?" people asked.

"Then let's do this." Dong Dong's family said suddenly, "It's not easy for small businesses, so let's help if we can."

Everyone looked at him.

"How can I help?" One person asked in a low voice, "The teacher must be famous."

Dong Dongjia laughed.

"What's the name for a group of small people and small businessmen?" He said, putting the cracked tea cakes into the boiling water, "It's just asking for a meal. If there is no food, of course they want a way to survive. Why don’t you just talk about it and cry? It’s better to defend people than to defend Sichuan.”

Tea is rolled in hot water.

"Where there are many people, go there and talk."

"Speaking of the crowd, isn't Duke Cheng coming back?"

"Praise the merits and parade the streets, the prince greets him personally, and the emperor summons him in front of the city gate. The alleys are empty with thousands of people. It is really lively."

"Duke Cheng has a great reputation, and he has contributed to saving the world and the people. Go and cry for him. Maybe there will be a way to survive."

Picking up the teapot, the charming maidservant distributed the brewed tea to everyone present, and the aroma diffused.

Dong Dong's family raised the teacup.

"Who can help the world and save the people?" he said.

Everyone present also laughed and raised their teacups.

"Duke Cheng." They said in unison.

"Who can let me wait for Xiaomin to survive?" Dong Dongjia said again.

"Cheng Guogong." Everyone said in unison.

Dong Dong's family raised the teacup high.

"Duke Cheng." He said with a smile.

"Respect Duke Cheng." Everyone also said in unison with a smile.

The fragrant tea is lifted from afar and drank together.

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As Cheng Guogong's army got closer and closer to the capital, all affairs in the court centered on welcoming Cheng Guogong.

All the ministries and yamen are busy with various matters, and it seems that no one has mentioned the previous collection of salaries.

But it is not.

There are low-pitched voices outside the door, high and low like laughter and noisy, seeming to be heard clearly but also seemingly inaudible, this is the most attractive.

Ning Yunzhao in the room suddenly put down the paper, paper and pen in his hand, and tiptoed towards the door with his robe in hand, putting his ear close to the crack of the door.

A colleague in the room watched this scene dumbfounded.

"Ning..." he blurted out.

Ning Yunzhao hurriedly hissed at him, pointed outside again, and leaned on the door again to listen, but was pulled away just as he was leaning on the door.

The man didn't expect that someone was sticking to the door, so he let out a ouch in fright.

The whispers gathered outside also stopped, and many eyes looked over.

"Master Ning, you... this..." the person who entered the door said in surprise.

What is this doing?

"Oh, I'm about to go out." Ning Yunzhao said without changing his expression.

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(On the third day of not being able to code words, think about it, think about it, think about it~(\u0026gt;_\u0026lt;)~)