Chapter 35: Moisturizing Things (II)

"I've waited, I've been told before I'm coming. No, you can't trouble your uncle. You have to start from a small soldier..."Hearing Zhu Chongjiu's solemn words, Peng Zaozhu hurriedly got up and responded.

He did not fully understand the latter. Lao Tzu's son enjoys the shade, which is a matter of course. However, this did not prevent him from showing his approval of Zhu Chongjiu on the surface.

The thoughts of several other teenagers are similar to Peng Zaozhu's. They also stood up one after another, making a picture of preparing to start from scratch.

Seeing this, Zhu Chongjiu didn't say anything further. Anyway, there is also a year of polishing in the martial arts hall, which is enough to mark these second generations with the mark of the Huai'an Army. As for the future, with the foundation they laid early, even if they don't take care of themselves, they will not fall behind ordinary people.

"I didn't feel it, but when I went to Bianliang this time, I found that Yangzhou is much more prosperous than other places|excellent|excellent|small|say|more|new|most|fast|www.uuxs.cc|!" Sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Pan Feng gave Peng Zaozhu a look and tried to divert the conversation.

"Yes, we have only been walking for more than a month, and when we came back, dozens of stores had opened." Peng Zaozhu understood and echoed loudly in an exaggerated manner.

"Isn't it? Uncle Eighty-One can buy anything here, and on Bianliang's side, sometimes he can't find a place to sell anything with copper coins..."

"Almost all the things are transported from Huai'an, and the price is more than twice as expensive as here..."

The teenagers were gossiping and talking about it one after another. At first, there was still a bit of deliberate flattery, and as he spoke, he forgot about his previous purpose. The similarities and differences between Bianliang and Huaiyang were compared one by one.

Regardless of the size of the city or the number of people, Bianliang is no less than Yangzhou and Huai'an. However, the prosperity between the two markets is very different. The Huaiyang Workshop, which uses a large number of hydraulic machinery, has reduced the cost of many goods to an outrageous level. After these goods arrived in Bianliang, they beat the local goods to the ground with relatively excellent quality and exquisite craftsmanship.

In this way, it will inevitably lead to the rapid concentration of goods towards Huaiyang. The more local goods cannot be sold, the less money the people have in their hands. The more money the people have, the more reluctant they are to spend it. At the beginning of the vicious circle, it is difficult to know the end. However, in stark contrast to the increasingly withering people's livelihood, some powerful figures in Bianliang Red Turbans can always easily control large sums of money, and their lives become more and more extravagant.

The teenagers had not studied economics and could not explain the strange sights they saw. But with their keen intuition, they found that the prospects of Bianliang Red Scarf were not good. According to the current situation, even if the Huai'an army does not use force, it can force many surrounding forces, including the Bianliang Red Turban, to a dead end little by little. And this speed is definitely not too slow, maybe five years, at most ten years, and you can see the results.

At the entrance of the wooden staircase, there was a sound of footsteps. The guy at the restaurant brought a few dishes of vegetables that had just come out of the pot with a delicate lacquer plate, and took the opportunity to remove a few leftovers that had been swept away. The teenagers' conversation was interrupted by food, and they started to eat a few bites with chopsticks. Then he unconsciously moved on to other topics.

"The people on Uncle Eighty-One's side look different from other places..."Zhang Hongsheng, the orphan of the three heroes of the Zhang family, looked at the place where the guys' backs disappeared and said with emotion. On the Bianliang side, everyone went out to eat. The shopkeeper and the guys are all *** trembling, as if we don't give money for dinner..."

"There's just no money over there..."His uncle and brother Zhang Hongliang was overwhelmed by the strength of the wine, and replied with a red neck. I've seen it with my own eyes, and the shopkeeper followed behind and pleaded, and they slapped him all over the face..."

"Nonsense, it's all the Red Turban Army, how can it be so unbearable..."Peng Zaozhu glared at the second child of the Zhang family fiercely and interrupted in a low voice. When Liu Shuai was there, the requirements for military discipline were also extremely strict..."

"The key is that Liu Dashuai is not here, and the others are busy fighting for power and profit..."Zhang Hongliang craned his neck and fought back fearlessly. If Du Zundao wants to fight for power, he has to give benefits to his subordinates. He himself couldn't come up with practical things, so he simply allowed the people below to be corrupt and overbearing. When Liu Dashuai came back, he found that no matter what he couldn't do, he had to punish a group of people. Then you will lose the support of those officials. He has completely achieved someone's purpose, and God doesn't know it..."

"Huh?" Zhu Chongjiu's attention was attracted by Zhang Hongliang, and he quietly looked at the latter from the corner of his eye.

He found that the second child of the Zhang family was far less stout than other teenagers, but his eyes looked much brighter. Even when you are drunk, what you say is still well-founded and coherent.

In contrast, Peng Zaozhu's temperament is a little sloppy, and he is always self-righteous. I saw him gently pinch the back of Zhang Hongliang's neck, and whispered, "You are not Du Zundao's staff, how do you know what he is planning?" … Although he and Liu Dashuai will fall out of harmony, he will not gamble on the future of the entire Bianliang Red Scarf..."

"That's not necessarily, he didn't fight the country, and he didn't feel distressed if he sold it... Even if he can't compete with Liu Dashuai, he can still go to the Mongolian court. The official does so, and the money is not less than here..."Zhang Hongliang replied in a low voice, plunged his head into his own utensils, and munched on his head. Because of his keen eye, he saw more darkness than others. Therefore, there is no hope for the future of the entire Red Turban Army except for the Huai'an Army.

"Uncle Eighty-One, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. A few Mingjiao children over there are indeed a little unpleasant. But most of the brothers have not forgotten Ben. Peng Zaozhu turned his head and arched his hand towards Zhu Chongjiu, and explained with a smile, "The key is that Prime Minister Liu Futong is not here, if he can come back, he can cough a few times, and he will not dare to do anything wrong." ”

"The key is not that Liu Dashuai is not there, but that there are no rules, and even if there is, he is unwilling to follow them seriously..."Zhang Hongliang lowered his head and continued to mumble, "Unlike Huai'an, what can be done and what cannot be done has long been well defined." Even if the patriarch of the Ming Sect dares to break the rules of Uncle Eighty-One, he will be imprisoned and beaten. What I admire most about Uncle Eighty-One is here."

Raising his head suddenly, he shouted at Zhu Chongjiu with an extremely pious expression, "The rules have been set for everyone early, and everything is in accordance with the rules." It doesn't matter if you are an official or an ordinary person, all rules are the greatest. In this way, not only do the officials dare not bully people, but the common people also know that as long as they don't break the rules, no one can do anything to him..."

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