Chapter Fifty-Six: Human nature is not ancient in the withered world

Yunfu soon returned.

said to Yun Zhao: "The government wants seventy percent!" ”

"Pure profit?"

"Yes!"

"They don't come out with anything, do they?"

"Dispatch personnel and tax bills, including the customs clearance vouchers used by the Yun clan to do business with the Outer Mongolians."

"In other words, if something happens to the city, they will be responsible, right?"

"Exactly! Hong Chengchou guaranteed that the interest on the first day would belong to the Yun family, and from now on, all the income will be distributed by the Yun family and the government, and there will be a tent office coming to the Yun clan and our account office soon. ”

"Very good, immediately separate the Yun clan from this matter and tell everyone that this is a feast held by the official family!"

Yun Fu was puzzled and said, "Why do you want to do this?" ”

Yun Zhao looked at the cheerful crowd outside, and said lightly: "I heard that 'mandala powder' can make people happy, I asked Yun Meng to buy some before, and this thing can be added to Yun's seasoning package."

Remember, the dosage should be slight, too heavy will cause poisoning! ”

Qian Duoduo, who had eased up, whispered on the side: "I have seen some nobles add something called "Fushou Cream" to the tobacco, and that thing is good!" “

Yun Zhao slowly turned his head, grabbed Qian Duoduo's neck collar suddenly, almost eye to eye, and said in the most gloomy voice: "If you dare to touch that thing in your life, I will definitely kill you with one sword!" ”

After saying this, he threw the frightened Qian Duoduo on the chair, and said to Yun Fu: "Fu Bo, remember one thing, from today onwards, if the children of the Yun clan are contaminated with this thing, they will kill them with a knife regardless of the reason!"

Including me—"

Fu Bo saw that Yun Zhao's little face turned iron, and he didn't know why he was so nervous, but he understood that Yun Zhao took this matter extremely seriously. ’

Thinking about it, this kind of thing "Fushou ointment" was originally a royal tribute, where can ordinary people get this kind of thing that is more expensive than gold?

Thinking of this, he nodded, which was regarded as an endorsement of Yun Zhao's instructions.

If it comes to "Fushou Cream", Yun Zhao's knowledge of this thing is much more than money, and Yun Fu is too profound about these people.

This thing is a thing that destroys the country and the species.

Although as Qian Duoduo said, it may be better to use this kind of thing on such occasions, Yun Zhao didn't dare to use it, he was afraid that after using it once, he would not be able to help but use it again in the future.

The bottom line of people is actually not high, after doing something that touches the bottom line, for the sake of convenience, the bottom line will continue to decrease until there is no bottom line.

Yun Fu went out with Qian Duoduo, and Yun Niang whispered to her son: "Son, I think it's inappropriate for my mother, you don't treat these people as human beings."

The Yun clan is not fake, and it cannot be vicious. ”

Yun Zhao sighed softly, his mother, who lived in the peaceful years, didn't know what kind of cruel world would be next.

Now it is unrealistic to talk to my mother about the upcoming troubled times, so I smiled and said: "Don't worry, there will be no death, the dosage is very slight, and it just plays a role as a medicine primer." ”

Yun Niang sighed, closed her eyes, leaned back in the chair and pretended to sleep, she was becoming more and more incomprehensible about her son.

At the beginning of the red light, the whole city of aliens came, and people had forgotten that this was originally a place for business.

Just think of it as a carnival place.

The Mongols and the Tibetans came the most, and they originally liked this scene of drinking, eating meat and singing, so they would not stop their carnival if they kept drinking and eating meat, singing and dancing.

I don't know when it started, Yun's mutton was no longer served for free, and Yun's drinks were no longer cheap, and when the high platform was erected and a group of beautiful dancing girls appeared, these people let out a wolf-like howl.

The singer and the dancing girl were invited by Hong Chengchou, and they didn't spend money!

The soldiers who maintain order are also Hong Chengchou's, so naturally they don't have to spend money!

Even the red lanterns hanging on the street were sent by Hong Chengchou, and the Yun family didn't have to spend money.

As for the merchants around Dacha City, they are even more crazy, they pay money to the Yun family, borrow utensils, and give hands, only hoping that the Yun family can let them enter this street to do business.

Everyone knows that the Wusi Tibetans who can come to Xi'an to do business have money in their hands after selling a large number of medicinal materials and rare beasts.

The Mongolians who were able to come to Xi'an to do business sold a large number of cattle and sheep, and they also had a lot of money in their hands after furning and wool.

Nowadays, these rich people have drunk and are about to go crazy, and if they don't make money at this time, they will wait until when they will make money.

The flax salt fried by his mother was delicious, and Yun Zhao ate it very fragrant when sandwiched in the flatbread.

Now Yun Zhao has completely settled down, and has begun to treat the current scene as an ordinary scene.

A small amount of mandala powder can make people excited, a large amount of mandala powder can make people paralyzed to death, and a moderate amount of mandala can make people sleepy.

Yun Zhao is not Hua Tuo, nor is he an assassin, he only takes one role from the mandala.

A long time ago, Yun Zhao had a tourism festival in the beautiful mountain village where he was alleviating poverty.

Pink buckwheat flowers bloom all over the mountains.

The conditions in the mountain village are simple, and the only thing Yun Zhao can rely on is the buckwheat flowers all over the mountains, and a fairy-like girl walks in the buckwheat flower field, and the photos taken are like a fairyland.

The festival was also a success, bringing an income of almost 400 yuan per capita to the small mountain village of less than 100 people.

It's just that the elf-like girl who originally belonged to Yun Zhao disappeared with the decay of the buckwheat flower, and never appeared in Yun Zhao's life again.

Thinking of this, Yun Zhao looked at Qian Duoduo and felt that Qian Duoduo was much better looking than that girl.

It's just that he wants to laugh every time he sees Qian Duoduo...... Yun Zhao swears that this may be because the body's hormones have not yet begun to secrete...... After all, people who grow up to be rich like this...... It can really be called a love for everyone......

Hong Chengchou strolled through the lively crowd, holding a white cake full of bacon in one hand and a pot of yogurt in the other, eating a bite of bacon and a sour and sweet yogurt, but his eyes fell on these carnival aliens.

He saw with his own eyes that these aliens threw out the money they had worked so hard to transfer on weekdays, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

The stairs leading from the Yun's grain store to the master's bedroom were in the store, and Hong Chengchou stood at the door and stopped for a moment, then turned around and left.

Yun's words are counted as a woman, and it is not polite to see such a woman late at night.

Thinking of the white fat boy who called himself the wild boar essence for no reason, Hong Chengchou stopped, and now, he really wanted to know whether this money-making feast was initiated by the Yun family.

The old servant of the Yun clan who came into contact with him during the day was a stable person at first glance, and the person who held such a feast could definitely not be a stable person.

Whimsy has absolutely nothing to do with decent and steady people!

For some reason, Hong Chengchou always felt that this feast had something to do with the little boar spirit.

Watching the two workers carry a basket of copper coins into the Yun's grain store, Hong Chengchou hesitated, he really wanted to take the money directly.

After thinking for a moment, he sighed, and did not stop the soldiers carrying the copper coins behind, watching the copper coins disappear into the black lacquered gate of the Yun Clan's Qian Village.

"This kind of thing can be done again next year, and next time, there will be no need for the Yun clan to interfere.

You can't get things done until they're done! ”

Walking into the tent of Yun's grain store, the four tent gentlemen were making a crackling of abacus beads.

Behind them, baskets of copper coins were stacked, and seven or eight officials were stringing together the scattered copper coins.

"Eight hundred Wen has always been a money ......"

Hong Chengchou finished the rest of the food in three or two bites, picked up a string of money and counted it, and sighed slightly.

The consistent money should be a thousand copper coins, but unfortunately, no one in this world does this, even if it is an official collection, it is 800 Wen, and even 700 Wen is also considered consistent money.

The easy-to-carry Daming treasure banknote is no longer used...... Hong Chengchou patted the small flat money in the bamboo basket, and the corners of his eyes were wet.

The hungry people in the northwest rebelled one after another, and the strangulation was endless, killing Wang Er today, and Li Liu would rebel tomorrow, and the granaries of the Shaanxi Grain Road were empty, and there was not a single copper coin in the silver treasury.

The soldiers want to be paid, the hungry people want food, the emperor wants the world to be stable, and the people in the court want to pay taxes to adjust the yin and yang...... But now, the world is withering, if you can take care of the front, your ass will be exposed, and if you can take care of your ass, the front will be bare...... A piece of cloth the size of a palm can no longer cover the shame of the Ming Dynasty.