Since the drought, countless refugees have been uprooted from their homes. The huge city of Suzhou has gone to Tokyo, which is rich in natural resources, where there is abundant resources and no lack of resources. It's just that the road is far away, and most people will die halfway through. Even in Tokyo, most people are unemployed. Even a bathhouse only recruits 10 people to rub people's backs, and there are as many as 100 job seekers.

There is a drought and famine all over the country. Therefore, Emperor Zhenzong did not want to empty the treasury, but he wanted the civil and military officials to take the initiative to donate. The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

After the donation was completed, the Minister of Finance counted the donations and only three million taels of silver, which was still seven million taels shortfall.

In the end, Emperor Zhenzong really couldn't do it, so he went on a big whistleblowing. The powerful officials have a lot of henchmen and cover each other. It's just that those local petty officials have been wiped out, so they bribed most of their lives to the DPRK and China forces, and the big officials will naturally share a big cake, and a small part of them will be donated in the name of the petty officials.

Under the layers of pressing, hundreds of streams became rivers, and finally enough 10 million taels of silver were scraped together. Such a rich place still functioned freely, and the affected areas were allotted by the imperial court. This move was a great favor of the emperor in terms of publicity, but in fact, the birthday gang of relief fell into the pocket of the magistrate. The world is prosperous, and the people are suffering. The world is in turmoil, and the people are suffering.

Sects across the country were implicated by this, and they streamlined their administration. Sending those mediocre gangsters back to their hometowns is tantamount to cutting off the future of some chivalrous people. Even the well-known Wudang faction in the country, the Xingyue faction had as many as 2,000 people at its peak, and there were less than 1,000 people left after the layoffs.

Humen is the most prestigious in Suzhou, with a maximum of 1,000 people. Now that there is a famine, Guan Dadong called Murong Kong, the head of the military governor, to discuss the sustainable development plan of Humen.

On the issue of more monks and less porridge, the two discussed and decided to reduce the number of monks from the current more than 500 to more than 200. Humen does not raise idlers, except for those elite soldiers in the inner gate or the desperate death squad, there are less than 50 people, that is, 250 people. Guan Dadong instructed Murong Kong to take full responsibility for the task of reducing personnel.

So, Guan Dadong summoned all the outer disciples of the whole gang (except for the dark department). Murong Kong, the head of the military governor, decided to divide into two groups, green and white, with more than 200 people in each group, to conduct a green and white confrontation and fight in pairs. The winner stays, and the loser will roll up and leave.

Although leaving represents cruelty, in order to survive, each disciple has tried his best to fight.

After a few hours, more than 100 people have been eliminated.

In the next game, a small and unattractive gang came into everyone's field of vision, and his opponent was a big man. When everyone thought that the big man was winning, the small man used flexible movement to make the big man attack every time. This lasted no less than ten rounds, and the big man didn't take advantage of anything.

Murong Kong, the head of the martial governor, no longer had the patience to watch it, and was ready to judge that if the small man did not attack again, he would lose. The big man was exhausted and ready to sit back and enjoy it. Who knew that the little man punched the opponent's waist firmly, and the big man took a few steps back, and then staggered his left foot and his right foot fell on the martial arts training field.

The winning side in the audience laughed and laughed at him. The big man immediately stood up, signaled that this plate was not counted, and asked for another one. As a result, Murong Kong's consent was obtained, and the laughter in the audience suddenly became silent.

"Why? I won this game!" said the little man unconvinced.

"Those who always run away will lose morale on the battlefield, and besides, the blow you just struck was a weak one. What else do you have to say?" Murong Kong said.

"Now that there is a famine, I have little to eat, but I have a lot of strength. My fists can knock down opponents who weigh me several times my weight, do you want to say that this is a fist embroidered leg?"

"What? I want to make a mistake, if you can take five moves from me, I will count you as a winner. "Murong Kong seems to be going into battle in person.

It seems that this time the little man is a hungry dog who goes to the hut - looking for death. Murong Kong immediately flew to the stage, fists and feet to each other, and as a result, although the small man was injured, he stood tall with his flexible position.

After four rounds, Murong Kong failed to defeat the opponent. The audience thought that the small man was usually unknown, but he didn't expect that he was as light as a swallow, and it was not easy to face the powerful military governor's head without messing around.

But Murong Kong was unwilling to let a deserter stay so easily, it would damage the prestige of the head of the military governor. In the fifth round, Murong Kong directly shot a shadowless needle, and the speed was only in the blink of an eye. Murong Kong thought to himself: You can't escape this time.

The small man flipped sideways, but the explosiveness was still a little worse. Slow-motion replay, at the moment when the little man just flipped over, the shadowless needle was already infinitely close to him.

As a result, the small man's arm was still bruised by the shadowless needle, and there was a little blood. As we all know, the shadowless needle has a crane top red on it, and the middle one will die in three days. When he learned that he was about to die, the little man was about to pee, and the loss of his life if he failed in the competition was really worth the loss.

Murong Kong just smiled knowingly: "Don't worry, you won't die! My Shadowless Needle won't be highly poisonous anymore, because I want to win glory!"

At the end of the day, Humen successfully reduced its staff by 250 people.

When dinner time came, the disciples left behind by Humen also paid their salaries today, so they invited the three to drink and five to go out to wave. As a rookie, the small man has witnessed the highlight moment, and naturally some people are envious, jealous and hateful.

The table was full of the five disciples who had stayed, and the little man who had just become acquainted with him was among them. Called Xiao Er to bring the old cellar, and the brothers did a lot of good work.

"Come on, come on, feel deep and stuffy. ”

"I'm so happy today, buddy, let's do a few bowls of it. In the future, if there is Humen to raise them, I am afraid that he will be a bird!"

"Yes, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

After drinking, eat a few side dishes. Each of the disciples had a bowl of rice, and they had eaten enough to eat.

"Little Er, another bowl of rice!" the little man shouted.

In this way, Xiao Er ran back and forth a few times.

"Is there any mistake? This is what he said about the small amount of rice, which is already the fifth bowl of rice, which adds up to more than the four of us ate!" The other four were already dumbfounded.

The lights of the Yihong Courtyard in Suzhou City are still lit, and the guests linger in front of the door. The Humen disciples who stayed behind were particularly happy today and were ready to do a big job.

Affected by the famine, there were many fewer literati and writers. Many of them were just passing by and couldn't afford to pay for them, so they were driven away with knives by the Humen disciples called by the old bustard. And the rich nobles or gentlemen are still only drunk today, hugging the two beauties left and right, and listening to the pipa and sing a little song together. sang a song in the long night, and won the name of Qinglou Bo Xing.