Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 183 I can't control it anymore, let's talk about it after tearing it down

Chang'an Street.

The golden splendor is row upon row of houses, bustling crowds shuttle through the spacious avenues, wandering people take to the streets, wandering or chatting.

The tea shops on both sides of the long street are full of people under the arbors. Outside the shops full of noise and shouting, young servants with white cloths on their shoulders rush to the tea shop, warmly greeting the guests from south to north.

Hearing the faint shouts echoing in his ears, a fair-skinned and elegant young man pulled up a corner of his fine clothes, looked at the banner of denunciation slowly erected at the end of the street, and spoke slowly.

"These scholars are also very boring. Even if it is to boycott profiteers, it is enough to publicize it in a day or two. Why is it endless? People who listen to it are annoying."

On the opposite side, the young man with a Lun scarf raised the corners of his mouth, took the cup from the desk, put it between his lips, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Scholars wandering the streets, regardless of their studies, are still so passionate, they must be ordered by others."

"I heard that behind the scenes of the workshop, there are big figures sitting in charge. The Cheng family father and son are one of them, and the other is Li Xian, a young man in the court."

"Sigh~ After this person has been favored, he has the least number of courtiers. Duke Yongxing and his eldest son are the first to bear the brunt of the bad luck."

After finishing the words, Slender took a sip of hot tea, and put down the teacup while the two people in front of him looked at each other.

Both sides of the desk are friends of this person, and the friendship from childhood to adulthood naturally trusts this person.

The only young man who hadn't spoken frowned and asked in surprise.

"No way?"

"Li Xian is the one who made the plow and expanded the arable land for our Tang Dynasty. This is a feat that has benefited tens of millions of poor people in the Tang Dynasty."

"It can be called a righteous act, and it can be called a powerful person. How could such a ridiculous move?"

The person called Brother Li on the opposite side also leaned over, very curious.

"That's right, this Cheng's mansion is said to be the home of a great prince, how could such a thing be done?"

"What's more, the floods in the north were severe before, and Cheng's parents devoted themselves to making green salt and saving water. How could they make such a big mistake?"

After hearing the truth, it is really difficult for the two of them to link this matter with these two people who have made great contributions.

snort!
A cold snort came from the influence of the body entrenched on the desk behind him.

The hulking figure turned his head, revealing a big and rough face, glanced at the three people behind him and spoke in a low voice.

"People's hearts are separated by belly, how do you know what you think in your heart?"

"Do some good things, is it possible that you will not do bad things in this life?"

"Besides, some people have great influence in the court, and they do bad things, but they are more convincing! What kind of real ability is bullying the poor people?"

Pooh!
The rough man spat on the ground casually, and a few pieces of fat on his cheeks jumped.

"In my opinion, this might be the strategy of Li Xian and the Cheng family, with the influence first, so as to make a steady profit."

"In this imperial city, there are countless officials. Is it possible that there are still few who rely on their favor to clean up evil things?"

"Is Li Ji's youngest son in charge of Zongma Changjie? And that Yu Shinan's mansion, where the Poetry Association was founded but no poor people first entered, isn't it just a trick of those rich and powerful children?"

Gudong.

The big man picked up the teacup on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and when he slammed down the cup heavily, there was a sense of anger in his words.

"These officials who are not for the people just want to bite each other, which can be regarded as improving their memory."

"I, I wish these wandering scholars could dismantle and destroy those workshops."

"Just looking at it can relieve your anger!"

In these prosperous years, the lives of the people have become better and better. Naturally, some ugly phenomena in the city cannot be seen, and some people's words are inevitably full of hostility.

There was disgust in the depths of the young master's eyes, and he frowned.

"Hey~ Having said that, we certainly hate profiteers, but in the end, the price of firewood and charcoal will only continue to rise."

"In my opinion, if this coal-free stove is really effective, it will really solve the problems of our people."

Boom!
A golden gong resounded in the tea shop, suppressing the noise of the crowd.

Holding two bamboo boards in his hands, the middle-aged man in an elegant robe walked up to the first seat of the shop, and bowed his hands towards the tea shop guests carelessly.

"Everyone, I heard first-hand news about the Imperial City, and tasted the first sip of Imperial City tea."

"Let's talk about the imperial city in detail here, the book will continue from the previous chapter."

The cadenced voice carried a sense of mystery, and the former storyteller also changed from the scroll to the imperial city, which attracted many tea guests to look sideways at him.

"If you want to say that this workshop is occupied by profiteers and continue to manufacture, it seems a bit unrepentant."

"Just yesterday, do you know what happened? Hey! A wealthy businessman went to the workshop, not only talking and laughing in the workshop, but also brought out several coal stoves before leaving."

"Not to mention, this businessman has nothing to gain. He probably wants to sell these coal stoves to the imperial city..."

Before the words fell, all the tea drinkers who were listening quietly in the tea shop suddenly became angry.

"What's the matter? At this juncture, there are rich businessmen going to negotiate with Li Xian? Is this determined to make money?"

"Exactly! Who is this rich businessman? Could it be a play directed and acted by Li Xian?"

"Oh! The imperial city can't be sold, but it reminds me of the outer state? Is this going to harm the people of other regions?"

"In my opinion! This workshop really shouldn't exist! It's better to destroy it now."

The disgruntled people condemned and abused, and there were more and more people waving their fists in the tea shop. The depression and indignation at the scene gradually became stronger in the influence of the storyteller's words and words.

"Let's go! The scribes want to declare righteousness and confront the workshop..."

Suddenly someone ran down the long street, screaming.

The shout came to the tea shop, and everyone was stunned,
"Let's go! Let's go and have a look together! If this workshop is closed, we can count as a contribution!"

"Let's go! Even if you don't help, occupying a place can give these Confucian scholars a lot of courage."

"Hey, wait for me, join in the fun, how could I be missing!"

The bustling crowd in the tea shop started to move in an instant, and many people pushed and shoved away.

After leaving the tea shop, the crowded long street was full of black people, and many people's noisy and chaotic words filled the restless space.

"Damn it, these ink-stained Confucian scholars finally made a move!"

"Isn't it! I really hope that this workshop will be closed as soon as possible, and our imperial city will be filled with smoke and smog. What does it look like?"

"People from the government will not take the opportunity to come out, how will they be expelled?"

"Look how cowardly you are, it's okay for the officials to come out, and they will definitely punish these profiteers severely and protect the people of one side."

A huge crowd poured into the street, and the captain of Jinwuwei looked at the angry people surrounded by the crowd, and the muscles on his resolute face under the golden helmet were beating.

The next moment, he crossed the silver spear in his hand, pulled up the barrel and dragged behind him diagonally.

"Mother, I can't keep it anymore."

"It seems that there will be riots here and there, and the workshop is afraid that it will be catastrophe."

(End of this chapter)