Chapter 94: Everything you see is ridiculous!
Four days later.
The convoy transporting grain and grass was stopped by the Golden Tent Royal Court three to five miles away from the residence of the affected herdsmen in the Golden Tent Royal Court.
The cavalry of the Golden Horde Royal Court were menacingly watching around the grain transport convoy. The officials of the Golden Horde Royal Court looked at the nearly a hundred vehicles with great joy.
Zuo Sicao, who was subordinate to the household official who controlled the food and grass in the Golden Account, said with a smile: "My lord, just send the food here. The next matter of food distribution can be done by the lower officials. Everyone My lords, after a long journey, you should take a rest early."
The deserters were unable to disembark and directly defeated one of their cavalry and lost a lot of food and grass. The Khan had no choice but to cry for the untouchables below, cry for the untouchables below, and charge more head money.
After repelling those desolate people, the days of those pariahs will become sweeter and sweeter! It's bittersweet! If these untouchables were allowed to live the same life as them, then who would graze them and thresh them? The faces of the cavalrymen of the Yan State were full of anger. The King of the Golden Tent went to the border of their Yan State to hunt for grass and valleys, but they still wanted the State of Yan to send grain and grass.
Chen Xuan turned over and dismounted, looked at the exquisitely dressed Golden Horde official, smiled slightly and said with a little ridicule: "I am the grain officer, and I have arrived at the place where the Golden Horde herdsmen were affected by the disaster. How can I not take a look to see whether the disaster is real or not. "
"Could it be that the Royal Court of the Golden Tent, is it true that it suffered a disaster, and that it is true that it defrauded the coalition army of food and grass?"
This is the food and grass of the Yan Kingdom. He does not care about the fate of this food and grass, but he does not believe what the officials of the Golden Tent Royal Court said.
If one out of a hundred sentences said by the officials of the Golden Tent is true, then it means that the barbarian of the Golden Tent has not completely fed the dog with his conscience.
Zuo Sicao of the Golden Tent Royal Court walked up to Chen Xuan and said in a low voice: "My lord, three to five miles ahead is the place where those untouchables live. Unless you are a low-ranking official, you don't want me to go there."
"It's really those untouchables who are so filthy, I'm afraid they will dirty your eyes and disturb your mood!"
What would happen to these people from the Central Plains countries if they went to see it? It's not the adults of their Golden Tent Royal Court. Could it be that people from these Central Plains countries can still uphold justice for those untouchables? In this vast wasteland, apart from the temple, their Golden Tent is justice.
The priests of the Judgment Department of the temple were really intimidating. In the past years, the priests of the Guangming Palace were even more intimidating, because the priests of the Guangming Palace liked to meddle in other people's business.
His predecessors were all priests of the Bright Palace, and they were directly burned to ashes, and Wang Ting didn't even dare to fart.
Chen Xuan looked at the majestic blue sky and said: "That's my business. The food and grass are handed over to you. This pile of errands is over. As for how to write and remember, that's a matter of the golden account."
"It's just that there is no way for good or bad, and only people recruit themselves!"
He saw absurd things everywhere, and he saw the high-ranking officials and nobles who drank alcohol in the golden tent king's court.
In the vast wasteland, business travelers who come and go have to pay them money. If they don't pay, there will be only one outcome, and that is the word 'death'! With the order of Chen Xuan, the grain keeper, the soldiers of Yan State just handed over these carts to the herdsmen sent by the Golden Tent Royal Court to drive the carts.
It was winter, and these herdsmen who drove the carts were still wearing a layer of single clothes. Their bodies were curled up very low, and they were out of place with the people around them.
Even the porters from Yan State stopped straight up when they saw these herdsmen. It turned out that they were not the most miserable.
But in Yan State, they are really about to die. It is true that they will never increase taxes, but among those assessments, which one does not need to be more than the regular tax? After taking over the grain cart, Zuo Sicao of the Golden Tent Royal Court shouted to the herdsmen. After walking half a mile out of the field, he turned around and headed in another direction under the escort of the Golden Tent cavalry.
Seeing this situation, Colonel Yan Jun didn't even dare to fart except for a few cold snorts.
Zhui Zhihua frowned and said: "The herdsmen who were affected by the disaster in the Golden Tent Palace are in the north, but they have to go south."
Born and raised in the Dahe Country, although she has experienced a lot of things in the world, she is horrified by the government that abandons the victims and snatches away the meager food and grass like today.
Chen Xuan looked at the hundreds of grain trucks that gradually disappeared from sight and said, "So, all the Jinzhu are barbarians!"
"But what is the difference between the absurd things in the world? The difference is that from top to bottom, everyone is satisfied with the golden tent. Although some people in the Central Plains countries want to do this barbaric thing, there are no people to suppress it."
"Although I won't take it away directly, I will still have to exploit it."
"The food and grass for disaster relief is not to keep the victims alive, but to make the victims unable to die!"
The disciples of Mochi Garden fell into silence, they were thinking about what Chen Xuan said.
The River Country is located in the south, with several large rivers running through the country. The rivers are docile and it is rare for rivers to cause disasters when they are angry.
As far as the government is concerned, what they see more is the remnants of those who colluded with the Demon Sect who were directly burned by the temple priests.
Xie Chengyun of the Southern Jin Dynasty didn't take it seriously. How are the countries in this world different? According to what Chen Xuan said, the people of this world should stand up and raise their arms and shout for Yinghuo Gaocai.
How can it be seen that those poor and lowly people who suddenly ascended to high positions will not oppress the people below more viciously?
The people who know how to squeeze the most are not those high-ranking people, but the lowly people who are being squeezed.
There are many powerful clans in the Southern Jin Dynasty. If you are a tenant for a powerful clan, don’t you have to be obedient and strong to the government?
Apart from the Jiange disciples in the Southern Jin Dynasty, they were the powerful tenants, and lived the most comfortable life. The taxes in the Southern Jin Dynasty were so heavy.
If he hadn't been used to seeing the troubles of the Southern Jin Dynasty, he would not have abandoned his official position and went to the Tang Dynasty to study in an academy.
But what are the similarities and differences between Datang and Southern Jin? Chen Xuan sighed: "After all, I came here. I want to go and see. I wonder if there is someone who will walk with me?"
Mo Shanshan nodded and said, "I would like to go with Mr. Chen!"
Then the two joined hands and walked towards the disaster-stricken residence of the Golden Horde herdsmen.
After Xie Chengyun glanced at Yangguan Zhong Dajun, he also followed from a distance, also wanting to take a look.
All the students of the Academy and the disciples of the Mochi Garden also left with them.
Only Captain Yan, riding on horseback, said with a smile: "Old Jiu, what are you talking about these people!"
"Is it because you have nothing to do and have to go and see those people who are so dead that they can't die anymore?"
As a lieutenant of the Yan Army, he fought many fights with these barbarians on the grassland in his early years. There were also many herdsmen with golden tents who directly sold the princes of the golden tent for a mouthful of broth.
That Mr. Chen is indeed a true Taoist cultivator, but a true Taoist cultivator should not be in the human world!
(End of this chapter)