Back to the Three Kingdoms and become a python

A raging fire was ignited, and dozens of cauldrons were filled with water, and they were boiling. Because there were too many people, they could not be roasted, but had to be cooked. This kind of original bison would be quite delicious as long as a little seasoning was added to it. Delicious, if you add some wild vegetables, it is a delicacy, even the soup is fragrant.

The moon has climbed up the treetops, and the scent of the bison is gradually becoming stronger. Hundreds of people are divided into a dozen groups, sitting around the campfire, smelling the scent, talking and laughing loudly, some people will stand up and stand up Singing and dancing, the atmosphere is extremely warm.

Compared with the wildness of the folk husbands, Linbei's side is much quieter. After all, the people sitting here are the top group of people in Xishan Township. The standard of dining here is also the highest. There are bowls and bowls. There are also condiments.

Bian Ji, An Zhongzhi, Cui Lan, Zhen Ding, and Lin Bei sat at the top. Everyone was talking quietly, but Lin Bei mostly just listened.

Cui Lan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Sister Feng, come and sit here."

Miss Feng was about to add water to the cauldron on the fire in Linbei, she shook her head lightly when she heard this, and refused with a smile. Now Miss Feng is the leader in charge of the food for the people in Xishan Township, and many people treat her as a guest. To be polite, some people even asked her if she would remarry, but Mrs. Feng bit her to the death and never married for the rest of her life. This kind of chastity was especially admired by those men in Mrs. Feng's current situation.

Cui Lan also has a bold personality, she stood up and grabbed Mrs. Feng, and said in a low voice: "Sister, sit here with me, I'm the only woman here, so I'm so lonely."

Lady Feng pursed her lips into a smile, then nodded.

When Mrs. Feng sat down, Bian Ji and An Zhongzhi, who were talking, both looked at Mrs. Feng, with friendly smiles on their faces, as if they had acquiesced in this matter. Mrs. Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as no one chased her away.

Zhen Ding suddenly sighed, and said with some emotion: "The magnificent scene in front of me is really a blessing to Xishan Township."

An Zhong laughed straight away: "Why did shopkeeper Zhen say such a thing?"

"It's just a little emotional." Zhen Ding threw a branch into the fire, and didn't answer An Zhongzhi's question directly.

Bian Ji tugged at his beard, pondered for a while and said, "Master Zhen, did you remember the situation in the Central Plains at this time?"

Zhen Ding was a little surprised, looked at Lin Bei, and said yes.

Except for Cui Lan and Mrs. Feng, everyone was a little silent at once. Yes, compared with the situation in the Central Plains, Xishan Township is indeed a prosperous place now. Many people in the Central Plains can’t eat now, and they are so hungry that they sell their sons and daughters. Compared with the Central Plains, this place is like heaven.

"Zhen Ding, Zhen's firm travels between South Vietnam and the Central Plains, and is well informed. Can you tell me what the situation in the Central Plains is like at this time?" Lin Bei asked.

Next year will be the first year of Zhongping. According to the progress of history, the Central Plains is about to be in chaos at this time. It is a better way to say that the people are in dire straits. There is no rooster crowing for a thousand miles, and the bones are full of wilderness is a more correct description. One word: miserable.

Chapter 94 Kowtow

Hearing that Lin Bei wanted Zhen Ding to talk about the Central Plains, Cui Lan pulled up Mrs. Feng, who hadn't sat down yet, and was about to leave when she stood up, but Lin Bei motioned for the two to sit down and listen.

This place is far away in South Vietnam, thousands of miles away from the heart of the Central Plains. The so-called high mountains and emperors are far away, so it doesn’t matter if you talk about it. Besides, it’s good to let Cui Lan hear about this kind of thing. Girls don’t necessarily have to bury their heads in Parents are short-sighted, and national affairs can also be concerned about.

Zhen Ding felt a little bitter in his heart. It's okay to tell Lin Bei about this kind of thing, but even women have to listen?However, Zhen Ding didn't dare to express dissatisfaction with Lin Bei. He thought that fortunately there were only a few people here, and those folk husbands didn't come forward. Otherwise, if it spread, how could he get away with it?It is not a small crime to talk about major national affairs indiscriminately.

After thinking about it, Zhen Ding decided to say what he could say, if he couldn't say it, or if there was something taboo in it, Zhen Ding would not say it.

After pondering for a while, Zhen Ding said slowly: "My lord, do you know what my Zhen clan does for a living?"

Without Lin Bei's answer, Mrs. Bian said: "All the grain merchants in the world are headed by Mrs. Zhen, and Mrs. Zhen naturally makes a living from the grain and rice."

A smug expression appeared on Zhen Ding's face, "Master is right, my Zhen family started with grain, and now it is the third generation." That is to say, three generations, and three generations can be the first in the world's grain merchants. extraordinary.

An Zhongzhi then asked: "I heard that the central plains have experienced severe drought year after year, and many states and counties have no crops. Your business is not doing well right now for the Zhen family?"

Zhen Ding nodded, "That's exactly the case. My Zhen family has nearly a hundred business houses in the thirteen prefectures, and we communicate with each other. In the past few years, the Central Plains has been drought year after year, which has caused many places to fail. Especially in Ji, Yan , Yu Sanzhou is the most."

An Zhong asked directly, "How much has the food price increased there?"

Zhen Ding looked at Lin Bei, and finally said: "Take corn as an example. Three years ago, a stone of rice was [-] yuan, but now a liter of rice is [-] yuan, or four to five thousand yuan."

One stone is ten liters, that is to say, three years ago, one liter of rice was thirty yuan, which is equivalent to an increase of more than a hundred times in the past three years. This kind of increase made several people breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, the price of rice in South Vietnam has also risen very quickly. Now it is about two to three thousand a liter of rice. However, because it has risen slowly, the South Vietnamese people are somewhat used to it. But such a summary, after another three years Compared with the previous ones, the verdict was immediately judged, and several people said in their hearts: it turns out that the price of food has risen so much in the past three years.

"No wonder there are more and more refugees in recent years." Bian Ji sighed.

People's livelihood is a major national issue, and no one in power can deny it. Now the price of food is unbelievably high. Farmers can buy one liter or two liters, but it can't last long. Three years is enough to drag some rich families down. It's broken. Of course, if you go to the root of it, the food price is second, and the corruption of the government is the root.

If the government is clear and clear, even if there is a disaster, it will be able to survive, but what is annoying is that the peasants have no income and have to pay all kinds of exorbitant taxes. This is the rhythm that drives people to death. Just an extension.

Cui Lan didn't know much about these things, so she asked, "How do those refugees survive?"

Bian Ji said: "The weak ones of these refugees will flood into various states and counties and beg along the streets. If they are tougher, they will occupy the mountains and become kings and become strongmen."

Mrs. Feng asked curiously: "Isn't the imperial court doing that for disaster relief?"

Bian Ji and Zhen Ding could only smile wryly. One was well-informed and the other read a lot. He already knew the result of this kind of problem, but it was inconvenient to tell a little lady.

On the contrary, An Zhong said bluntly: "Miss Feng, the imperial court can't afford so much money and food."

Mrs. Feng let out a cry, but she didn't believe it in her heart. Even the court couldn't come up with money?It is said that even the small officials in Hepu County can make money every day. Small officials are like this. Those big officials must be richer. Presumably those big officials don’t want to spend money. Don’t you know that her guess is very close. The fact is, there are too many corrupt officials, all of whom are filling their own pockets, so how can they care about the life and death of the refugees.

Zhen Ding looked at Lin Bei, and said again: "Just last year, when Jizhou ruled Shenze County, Xindu County, more than ten thousand refugees rushed into the county government office, beheaded the county lord, opened the gate of the county treasury, and divided them up. Food and money, this matter caused a sensation, even the governor was alarmed, sent troops to strangle these refugees, and finally beheaded them all."

Cui Lan and Mrs. Feng covered their mouths, looking surprised, beheading more than 1 refugees?How much blood does that have to bleed?

Zhen Ding sighed again: "This matter finally got out, and then it happened in several states, causing turmoil."

Bian Ji then looked at Lin Bei. He still remembered what Lin Bei had said to him. Now it seems that this kind of thing is already happening. Although it is only on a small scale, killing the refugees can only shock them for a while. The refugees are getting more and more It is difficult, and in the end we can only take risks. If someone climbs up and shouts, followers will inevitably gather.

Although the rest of the people didn't hear what Lin Bei said, they could feel that the situation of the big man is not good. Cui Lan and Mrs. Feng were worried about those refugees, who couldn't even eat, and had to kill the officials in the end. To what extent do you have such courage?

In silence, Lin Bei wrote a few words: "Don't worry about that, eat first, and cherish what is in front of you."

Lin Bei knew about this kind of thing a long time ago, and he couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could take care of 400 people, but the whole big man couldn't take care of him, so he could only focus on the present and make Xishan Township better. Some, maybe in the future, the situation in Xishan Township will be spread and let the refugees know that those refugees can come to Xishan Township and will not starve to death. This is Lin Bei's merit.

After all, the distance between the Central Plains and Nanyue is too far, so after Lin Bei spoke, everyone put the matter aside and began to eat. Lin Bei's pot is filled with beef tripe, which is the tenderest part of the beef belly. A few pieces of meat are crispy, tender and smooth after being cooked, and they are extremely chewy. They are really top grade. Once everyone eats them, they forget everything. To put it bluntly, the most important thing is to fill their stomachs.

While eating, several peasant husbands suddenly walked out from the crowd, came to Lin Bei's side, and knelt down with a plop. Lin Bei didn't notice at all, and was startled and a little at a loss.

The peasants kowtowed their heads nine times in a row, then raised their heads, a dark-complexioned man in his forties said sincerely, "My lord, we don't understand the truth, we came here to kowtow to you because We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for giving us meat, and wish you a long life."

Just as Lin Bei wanted Mrs. Bian to call this out, he was still not used to the way these people would kowtow to thank them. Before Mrs. Bian could say anything, hundreds of people knelt down and kowtowed to Lin Bei in succession, just to discuss with them. As if in a hurry, Cui Lan quickly pulled Mrs. Feng, and also knelt down. This kind of atmosphere immediately shocked Lin Bei.

Master Bian sighed: "My lord, this is the heart of the peasants, but my lord can bear it. Thinking about the tragic scene in the Central Plains at this time, if there is no lord, a few years later, perhaps South Vietnam will be like the Central Plains at that time. My West Mountain It is really a blessing for my Xishan Township to have the protection of adults in the township."

After finishing speaking, Master Bian lifted his robe and knelt down, "Bian Ji and Bian Xuezhi kowtowed to your lord."

Chapter 95 The little turtle is born

Lin Bei felt ashamed. After Bian Ji kowtowed, Lin Bei hurriedly asked him to wake him up, and then ran away without even eating.

In his heart, Lin Bei is still the modern person. It may be interesting to see ancient people kneeling and kowtowing in TV dramas, but he can’t accept it when he really faces it. That’s hundreds of people kowtowing to him, and Lin Bei doesn’t think What I have done is nothing more than inviting guests a few times. Is this worth kowtowing?The thoughts of the ancients were really unpredictable to Lin Bei.

Fortunately, Mrs. Bian and others who returned to Longtan have returned to normal, which made Lin Bei feel relieved. Otherwise, it would be unbearable for Lin Bei to kowtow to him every day when people he knew very well.

After talking with Mrs. Bian for a while, he taught Cui Lan how to read a few words. Seeing that Mrs. Bian was already a bit sleepy, Lin Bei and Cui Lan left the cabin.

Cui Lan spent the past few days by the fire, except for Cui Lan, Zhen Ding and his guards also did the same. Lin Bei wanted them to build a few wooden houses by themselves, but unfortunately they didn't do it, and they didn't know where they were. What to worry about.

After they fell asleep, Lin Bei went to the vine to look at the bird's nest first. Diudiu and Qiqi still hadn't come back tonight, so he sighed with emotion. Lin Bei climbed up the wooden house again and looked at the snake eggs.