"What a dog said, your heart is too cruel! Your heart is too cruel!" Zhang Erlangjun Zhang Zhao, whom Ma Yaozi was thinking about, was completely suffocated at this time. He kept sighing with his eyes widened.
What surprised Zhang Zhao was not anything else, but the old man Ge Du's treasury. The location of the treasury was in the Thirty-Three Guanyin Temple behind the stone building. It was moved away by Qiongre Duojin, who knelt down and knelt for nine times, burned incense and prayed. After the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, a huge cave entrance appeared.
"Erlangjun, it's time to get angry!" Lao Zhang Zhong beside him was swaying with excitement, and Qi Xianghu looked like he was about to cry.
Because when he, the leader of a village, could only have a pinch of salt every two days, Ge Du's warehouse alone contained fifty bags of coarse salt from Ganzhou, and each bag weighed at least thirty kilograms, which is one thousand and five kilograms. A hundred pounds of salt! Save enough to feed the two hundred people in their village for two years.
Lady Cao Sanni glanced at Zhang Zhao, she knew what Zhang Zhao meant when he said he was too cruel.
Ge Du's men control less than 500 people, and there are still about 20 people he must win over. If you include the fifty or so long-term horse thieves who cannot be exploited arbitrarily, and subtract Ge Du's There are more than thirty wives, sons, daughters, and relatives. The remaining people who can be exploited by Ge Du are less than four hundred.
Just taking a cursory look at the treasures in this basement, you can see that they have been exploited to such an outrageous level to be able to accumulate so much cloth, money and food!
"Zhong Weng, ask people to move all these things out. Qiongre Duojin, call all the people in this village over, including your relatives. Kill the cattle and sheep. I have something to say to them."
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'Moo! Moo! 'A yak tied to a wooden stake roared reluctantly, obviously feeling something bad.
Opposite the yak, Qi Xiaohu had just finished cleaning his knives with boiling water, and then began to wash himself wearing a pair of calf-nosed shorts in the cold wind in full view of everyone.
His brother-in-law was singing and dancing behind Qi Blind Hu. Zhang Zhao listened carefully and realized, good boy, he was actually reciting a rebirth mantra, and his feelings were being saved by the yak in front of him.
When Zhang Zhaozheng was a little confused, Mrs. Cao Sanniang beside him had closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, and old Zhang Zhong also clasped his hands together in a very pious manner.
"Although this long-haired cow cannot plow the land, it is still a cow! Sin, sin, sin! Namo Amitabha Ye, Duotagadu Ye, Duo Diye He."
What a sin you have committed! You've obviously swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, okay? Zhang Zhao couldn't help but want to complain, okay! He looked around, and as long as it belonged to Han'er, everyone was clasping their hands together and reciting the rebirth mantra.
This is killing a cow! In this era, a cow is more important than the life of ordinary farmers. Although the yaks opposite cannot be used to plow the land, they still treat the yaks as plowing cattle.
As soon as he finished reciting the mantra to life, Qi Xianghu took a piece of black cloth and walked towards the tied yaks.
Miraculously, every time a black cloth was put over the eyes of the yak, the yak would kneel down, and then without much struggle, it would stab the yak through the heart, and the yak's blood would fill the wood. When the bucket was being loaded, the blindfolded yak was only shaking slightly.
After a while, all four yaks were killed, and seven or eight long-haired sheep that were grazing leisurely on the hillside just now were also caught. However, they were not treated so well. The one called Huangyang'er The Uighur man held a short knife, his hands flew around, and in a moment the whole sheepskin was peeled off.
While the cattle and sheep were being slaughtered, several women who followed began to pour washed corn into several large pots placed on the makeshift stoves. Pieces of butter and large tea bricks were also poured in. In another large pot, the aroma of rich oil spread far and wide.
This looks like it’s about to be eaten! Could it be that the newly arrived Dagan wants to reward them with meat? A large group of shrunken shepherd slaves drooled and stared at the beef, mutton and butter tea, looking like they wanted to come but didn't dare.
They didn't even dare to take anything more when they just conquered the Ge Du Stone Tower. They clearly killed dozens of Ge Du's relatives ferociously, but they didn't dare to approach Zhang Zhao at all.
However, the adults could bear it, but the children couldn't. They didn't dare to come up directly to get food. Instead, they gathered around the big pot where butter tea was being boiled and greedily inhaled the aroma, as if they could inhale the butter tea through the air. It's the same as in the stomach.
Gradually, seeing that Zhang Zhao did not order the children to be driven away, the adults also tentatively came over. I don’t know who took the lead. People kept kneeling on the cold ground, as if they wanted to kneel down to beg Zhang Zhao. Show mercy.
There were more and more people, and after a while, there were at least fifty people kneeling in the open space where the cows and sheep were being slaughtered and made into butter tea. They were old and young. The men were kneeling in front and the women were kneeling in the back. They seemed to know that Zhang Zhao was the leader. The younger children also leaned close to the fire and stared at him blankly!
Opening his mouth, Zhang Zhao didn't know what to say. The group of people in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable. It's not like he had never seen poor people before. Before traveling through time, he had also visited poor areas near the old and young to express condolences to left-behind children. .
Zhang Zhao feels that the life of the left-behind children who eat potato rice for three meals, only eat meat every other day, have no drinks, no toys, no TV, and whose parents are not around is miserable enough. But compared to the group of people in front of him, they were at least dozens of times happier!
In the group of people in front of me, only the men kneeling in the front two rows had complete clothes. Those in the back were all wrapped in tatters and made of unknown materials. They couldn't be called clothes. They had no tops and no clothes. There is no such thing as trousers, just a piece of rag sewn with animal skin and randomly patched on the body, like an animal.
In such a cold winter, what was exposed from the holes in their clothes was not even rotten linen or animal hair, but balls of hay.
Zhang Zhao heard this kind of wearing method from his great-grandfather when he was a child. Poor people had nothing to keep warm during the winter, so they could only save some hay and stuff it into their clothes, and then tie the clothes tightly with ropes or kudzu to achieve the purpose of keeping warm!
Everyone was dark and looked like they had never taken a shower. Most of them had no shoes. Their feet, black and blue from the cold, appeared in front of Zhang Zhao's eyes in pairs. Every time a wave of The cold wind blew, and the crowd trembled like leaves in the wind!
Look at the children leaning against the fire. You can't tell their ages at all. All the children look thin and small. Their thin arms make their heads look particularly big. You can't tell which ones are boys and which ones are. It's a girl, because they all look the same!
Those faces that were red from the cold were hung with two bubbles of snot that seemed to never dry up. Their ears and hands were covered with chilblains. There was no innocence and agility in their eyes. There was only desire, the desire to be full, and the desire to be full. The desire to wear warm clothes.
Only when they twitch their noses hard and smell the aroma of meat and butter coming from the pot can you see a bit of human expression on their faces.
What the hell kind of society is this? How could Ge Du be able to exploit such people?
After breathing for a long time, Zhang Zhao was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, so he could only wave his hand.
"Let's eat! Eat your fucking full meal first!"
