Lu Ting thought about it, didn't refute, and followed Zhang Heng.

In later generations, a great man said a very philosophical sentence, without investigation, there is no right to speak, let's see first.

Soon, Lu Ting followed Zhang Heng to the hall, and there were already many people in the hall at this time.

There is a large table in the southwest corner of the hall, there are several large wooden barrels on the table, the wooden barrels are filled with food, those veterans each bring their own dishes and chopsticks to line up to eat, after the meal people find their own place to eat, some sit next to the table to eat, some squat in the corner to eat, some take back to their own place to eat.

It may be because of the large number of people, the cold wind is raging, and the hall is obviously more ambiguous.

It's just that there is a sour smell of sweat in the air, which is a little unpleasant.

Lu Ting noticed that many people eat very simple in large porcelain bowls, either glutinous soup or rice, and then a little Chinese cabbage, the glutinous soup is soup with more soup and less gluttony, and the rice is that kind of yellow rice, which has a faint taste of decay, it should be the cheapest kind of old grain on the market, and most people don't see meat in their bowls.

The food was really average, however, no one complained about the poor food, and no one made trouble, one by one lined up quietly and ate, and the whole hall was filled with the sound of babbling and eating.

"Master Lu, your food is here." Zhang Heng said lightly.

At the top of the hall there was a table in good condition, wiped clean, and the rest of the tables were almost full, except the one that no one sat on, and if I guessed correctly, that table was a special seat for Zhang Heng.

Lu Ting sat down at Zhang Heng's invitation, and the lame man who was doing chores just now also came, only to see him limping over with a food box, and finally came to the table, opened the food box, and took out two bowls of chopsticks, two bowls of rice, and a fish, a roast chicken, a plate of cabbage, a few oil cakes, and a pot of wine and wine glasses.

Zhang Heng said a little coldly: "Director Lu, I will be a colleague in the future, Wuyitang is a bitter place, this meal should be for you to pick up the wind and wash the dust." ”

The action was very fast, he didn't say a few words when he came in, and he didn't see Zhang Heng ordering his subordinates, but he didn't expect him to eat the food quietly, Lu Ting thought that he was resistant to his arrival.

Lu Ting didn't raise his chopsticks, but frowned and said, "Steward Zhang, there are a few words I want to ask you, I don't know if it's inconvenient?" ”

"Say" Zhang Heng felt a little like gold.

Lu Ting frowned and said, "Today is the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, everyone eats so plainly? ”

If it's okay on weekdays, it has to be so bad for the New Year? It's just begging for food on the street, and you can see meat in the bowl these days, and the Wuyitang is full of veterans who have fought a hundred battles, so let them eat these during the Chinese New Year?

Zhang Heng ate by himself, and said without raising his head: "It's good to have something to eat, if they don't want to eat, they can not eat." ”

"Before the Chinese New Year, the prince sent someone to send a lot of chickens and sheep, what about the chickens? What about sheep? Lu Ting asked with the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Some ate it, some sold it."

Lu Ting saw that Zhang Heng was still eating, and couldn't help but snatch his bowl: "Steward Zhang, can you tell me what's going on?" ”

These are all heroes of the Tang Dynasty, look at what kind of life they live, they ate so badly during the Chinese New Year, and Zhang Heng, who lives in an independent courtyard, has miscellaneous servants waiting, and opens a small stove for dinner, Lu Ting almost didn't say the words "drinking soldier blood".

No matter what time it is, drinking the blood of soldiers is a very despicable behavior, and most of the people in the Wuyi Hall are people who are not in good health, and drinking the blood of these old, weak, sick and disabled people, won't the conscience hurt?

Lu Ting endured beating the crippled veteran just now, and now he can't help it anymore when he sees Zhang Heng drinking the blood of the soldiers.

"That rabbit cub, dare to touch Boss Zhang's bowl and look for death?" The crowd suddenly shouted.

This voice is a little familiar, Lu Ting turned his head to look, the one eye who was beaten in the fight just now did not expect that he only had one eye left, and his eyesight was still very good.

"Put down Boss Zhang's job."

"Where did Tian Shenu come from, dare to touch Boss Zhang's job, do you want to die?"

"Boss Zhang, if you squeak, the little one will immediately drag him down and beat him, and he won't be recognized by his mother."

"Put it down, Lao Tzu asked you to put down your job, and then kowtow to Boss Zhang to admit your mistake."

One-eyed, like a stone thrown into the calm lake, the veterans in the hall became irritable, and some people surrounded them while scolding, as if Lu Ting had violated his taboo, and those eyes seemed to want to eat Lu Ting.

Lu Ting originally wanted to question Zhang Heng, but when he saw the surging emotions, he was stunned all of a sudden, these people wouldn't have Stockholm disease, right?

Stockholm syndrome, also known as the Stockholm effect, also known as Stockholm syndrome or hostage complex or hostage syndrome, refers to a complex in which the victim has feelings for the offender and even helps the offender in turn. This emotion causes the victim to have a favorable impression of the perpetrator, dependence, and even assistance to the perpetrator.

Could it be that Zhang Heng is used to oppressing them on weekdays, and the collective has this symptom? No, there are more than 500 people in Wuyitang, and most of these veterans have retired from the battlefield, fierce and unruly, and they will not give in so easily.

And the most important point, people who drink the blood of soldiers will be despised, someone stands up for them, it's too late to be grateful, how can they come forward to help the abuse, if it is said that a few of Zhang Heng's henchmen and cronies came to help him, it is reasonable, but now there are dozens of people around, and Lu Ting is also a little confused.

With a "bang", Zhang Heng suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "What are you going to do around one by one, if you want to rebel, you can't rebel, get out, eat your food." ”

"Boss Zhang, don't be angry, don't be angry, the brothers are also for you." Leaning on the front and breaking three knives, he said, while pushing everyone backwards: "Didn't you hear what Boss Zhang said, scattered, scattered." ”

These people come and go quickly, queuing in line, eating and eating, and after a while, they retreat cleanly, as if nothing happened.

Lu Ting was secretly surprised, this Zhang Heng's prestige in Wuyitang was too high, and he almost did it in one word.

Just hesitating, Lu Ting gently put back the rice bowl he had snatched, and after sitting down, he whispered: "Steward Zhang, I just arrived in Wuyitang, and I didn't have much understanding of Wuyitang before, so I bother you to introduce the situation." ”

Zhang Heng glanced at Lu Ting, stopped eating, put down the chopsticks with a soft snap, and said very simply: "There is nothing to say, one word, poor." ”

"Poor?" Lu Ting said with some doubts: "Isn't this place opened by the prince, the prince attaches great importance to the Wuyi Hall, it stands to reason... It can't be that hard. ”

With Li Er's ability, it's not a problem to feed hundreds of people, this Wuyitang is equivalent to a banner of the Qin Palace, if it is spread out, isn't this a slap in the face of the Qin Palace?

"The prince is a military war, not the god of wealth."

Lu Ting arched his hand and said, "Please also ask Steward Zhang for guidance." ”

The head of Wuyitang is equivalent to the second-in-command of Wuyitang, these are not secrets, and there is nothing unseemly, anyway, Lu Ting will know sooner or later, and Zhang Heng will also say it in 1510.

"Okay, that's the situation, Director Lu, if there's anything you don't understand, just ask." Zhang Heng said expressionlessly.

Lu Ting was silent for a moment, and said with a touch on his face: "Steward Zhang, you are tired. ”