"The current Laoshan is no longer the Laoshan we used to be."

When staying in a small town called "Sishui Town", Chen Sanlang became more and more experiencing the Taoist priest's words.

The dusk is vast and the night is at its peak. The dilapidated town is even more desolate in the night wind, like a poor and weak little animal, frightened by some inexplicable horror things and trembling.

The arrival of Xiaoyao Fudao and Chen Sanlang did not attract much attention. There were few residents left in the town, and the survivors were basically the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. Where can I have the time to pay attention to others?

"Yuelai Inn!"

The signature name of the street is a bamboo pole about three meters high erected at the door. The cloth strip with the store name written on the head of the pole has long faded and damaged in many places. If it is pulled off, it can be used as a tablecloth.

The wooden door at the entrance of the inn is unknown where it goes, and it is replaced by a thick black curtain cloth. This curtain cloth is quite windproof and cold-proof. In the winter when the wind and snow are filled, putting the curtain can keep the cold away.

When he arrived outside the inn, Chen Sanlang was still looking around and saw that the houses were shrouded in darkness, and the houses were hidden in it, quiet and seemed to be no one to live in. The houses were dilapidated in many places, obviously with traces of man-made destruction.

War?

When this word flashed through his mind, Chen Sanlang's heart frightened and began to search for the situation in Yongzhou. The most important one was this: The governor of Yongzhou Guo Hong was greedy for pleasure, and he was very happy every day. He recruited beautiful and beautiful women to the governor's mansion every year to support him, and was called "Kaihou, Palace."

Guo Hong was not old, forty-five years, and he was in his prime. However, he had no ambition to dominate the world. He was satisfied with being a tyrant official. In his opinion, Yongzhou had become a kingdom. He was the king.

Since that's the case, why bother to make a hard work to usurp the rebellion?

Rebellion is not an easy job. It is hard to hold on to the strong, and it is hard to get through life and death. In the end, if things fail, all nine tribes will suffer a catastrophe.

This is the root cause of the great governors' self-respecting troops, but they are reluctant to rise up. Only those who are as violent as Shi Pojun dare to be the first in the world.

Anyway, for Guo Hong, thinking about it is enough to be fine every day, and beauties take turns to serve the bedtime.

The superiors were extravagant, while the Yongzhou officialdom was in ruins, and there were many people who bought and sold official positions. This was definitely a disaster for the people. The taxes of various names were as numerous as cows, and they were plundered layer by layer. The people were living in poverty and were on the verge of collapse.

Because the taxes are too heavy and there is no way to survive, many people either gather in the mountains and forests and make a living by robbing their families or fleeing. They either flee to other states, such as Yangzhou.

Yangzhou has been prosperous since ancient times, and Yuan Wenchang has been operating in an iron-fisted manner. Although there are also many additional taxes, overall, it is still relatively relaxed and hardworking people. At least they have a taste of food.

Along the way, Chen Sanlang and Taoist priests chose to take remote mountain roads, so they had no specific understanding of the people in Yongzhou. Now, when they were in Sishui Town, they found that the situation was far worse than they thought.

"This is the case, the disaster is not far away."

Chen Sanlang sneered in his heart.

Guo Hong wanted to be the Supreme Emperor in the local area, which was destined to be a dream of Huang Liang. Shi Pojun proclaimed himself the Barbarian King and took the most important first step. If he had a little strategy, he would be afraid that he would soon attack Yongzhou. Manzhou is located at the westmost point, and most of the area borders Yongzhou, which is very convenient for attack and killing.

Xiaoyao Fudao didn't think so much like him. He reached out and lifted the black curtain and walked in.

Chen Sanlang followed in and immediately found that the inn was bright and empty, with no guest.

A thin waiter was sleeping on a wooden table. On the counter, the shopkeeper was not inferior to him and he slept with his head covering.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper seemed to hear the footsteps, and suddenly raised his head. When he saw the guest, his fat face burst into a bright smile at an astonishing speed: "Are you going to stay in a hotel or have a meal?"

He paused, pulled his throat and shouted, "A Bing, the guest is here, can't you get up and greet me?"

With a roar, the waiter didn't wake up.

The shopkeeper was furious, picked up the abacus and threw it over.

This throw is impartial, and it seems that I have practiced it many times. I am very familiar with it, and I am just a little bit, and I am the waiter in the middle of the head.

"Ouch!"

The waiter A Bing jumped up quickly, his eyes rolling around, but he was very agile, which was very inconsistent with his thin body. He reacted very quickly, put a towel on his shoulders, ran over, and smiled diligently: "Two guests, please come here."

Take the lead and wipe a wooden table.

Chen Sanlang and the other two sat down, and the Taoist priest asked, "What are you eating now?"

The waiter replied with a bitter face: "This year there was a famine. The people in the town have almost run away. No one raises domestic animals and no one grows vegetables..."

I talked about the incorrect title.

The Taoist priest said impatiently: "Is there anything you eat?"

"Yes, there are meat and vegetables...hehe, the price is a little more expensive than usual."

It turns out that what was said before is for the price later.

The Taoist priest didn't talk nonsense, reached out and threw a silver ingot on the table, saying, "Even if it's good meat and good food, there's a reward if it's delicious."

This silver ingot is 10 taels, with a large size and outstanding quality, which made the waiter stare so hard that his eyes would not turn. He took one hand and smiled: "Wait, wait, good meat and good dishes will come soon."

The Taoist priest asked again: "Is there any wine?"

“Yes, yes.”

Money can make the devil push the mill. Seeing that the other party is so generous, the waiter said "yes" no matter what he asked. These two guests were busy, and the combination of a Taoist priest and a scholar looked weird, but they couldn't tell that they were rich people.

Xiaoyao claimed to be "rich Taoism", a standard money fan. He opened a Taoist temple in Jingxian, and occasionally used magical means. He soon had a group of devout believers. Many believers went to Xiaoyao Temple to burn incense and worship gods, and he even gave them a lot of incense and oil money, and they were all accepted by him. In addition, Chen Sanlang also gave him land and rented it to farmers for work, and the rent was also an income.

As time goes by, it accumulates, and it has a lot of wealth and furniture.

However, Taoist priests love money, even if they have supernatural powers, they never need to force or steal it. This is similar to "a gentleman loves money and takes it with the Tao".

It took not long before a plate of meat was served, including sheep, cow, and a fat chicken. I picked it up and ate it, and the taste was pretty good. Then I served a jar of wine, and the wine was bad and very light. But it would be fine if I could make do with it in this place.

After serving the food and food, the waiter leaned against the counter, winked at the shopkeeper, and looked at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and quietly made a gesture of "being restless" with his palm.

He worked hard all the way, Xiaoyao Fudao was hungry and had a fierce eating habit. He ate a whole fat chicken like a wind and clouds, leaving only a bone left. Chen Sanlang was slow and couldn't even catch a piece of the chicken's butt to eat. He slapped the table: "Waiter, are you hiding at the counter and muttering to the shopkeeper?"

"Nothing...what else does the guest want?"

The waiter hurried over.

"Kill two more chickens!"

It's Chen Sanlang's turn to be white and yellow. It's actually a golden leaf. The golden light shines, making the waiter's face yellow. His eyes are faint, and he wishes he could swallow the golden leaf. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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