In other words, the coal sold to them by Xizhou...can't be replaced?
"I'll settle an account for you!" Yan Laoer didn't know where he got the strength, he almost lifted him up and touched his face.
His expression was extremely serious at this time, and he reported the account word for word: "... We agreed to the price quoted by your King Qi, and also gave us the money. Now, we want our coal!"
"I don't care what you think of, we in Guanzhou need enough coal!"
"coal!"
He growled and asked: "Do you understand? Do you understand?"
"I understand! I understand!" the steward responded urgently.
He felt like Manager Yan was trying to eat people, as if he was trying to eat him alive!
"Just wait a few more days and it will be there. Don't worry, just wait a few more days." The steward said with a white face.
Yan Laoer:???!!!
He blinked slowly.
He frowned and looked at each other.
What does it mean? How many days does it mean to wait for it?
"You can pull these back first, and you can pull them back later when you have enough numbers..." The little steward smiled flatteringly, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think it's... right?"
"Didn't you say that your mine can't be mined in winter? Where did you get the coal?" As soon as Yan Laoer heard that there was coal, he took off most of it in an instant. He suddenly felt so tired and panicked. He looked at his hand and saw that he was holding a coal.
Big living people...
Boy, is this something I can do?!
"There is...another coal yard, which stores coal. It just takes some time. It's a bit far away, yes, very far, so you have to wait a little longer..." The little steward felt that he was quick-witted, and the editor
It must be quite similar to that.
In fact, there is no other coal mine. What he is talking about is the private mine. He knows that private mine has a part of the open-pit mine, which is easy to mine and works even in winter.
Yan Laoer slowly let go of his hand.
The other party took a few big breaths.
He swung it with his hands behind his back.
Hiss! My hands are so sore...
With his mind working, Yan Laoer began to think seriously about what the other party said.
After comparing it with the known information, we can figure it out.
But now he has to pretend not to know.
So...there has to be a fuss that needs to be made!
…
"Your Majesty! They Xizhou... They Xizhou are not good people! They are cheating us!"
A grieving male voice wailed before dawn.
"In the past, a hundred catties of coal cost one cent for five cents. How much did Xizhou sell us? A hundred catties of coal cost two taels of silver! Two taels of silver!" When Yan Laoer talked about money, he expressed his true feelings: "It's so dark! It's so dark!"
But what can we do? We can only continue, we can only accept it!"
Yan Laoer was filled with grief and anger: "We in Guanzhou are suffering!"
"My flesh and bones were frozen to death and buried shallowly in the snow..." I couldn't apologize for the last sentence. He couldn't apologize for the time being at his level, so he had to answer: "It's just because I didn't buy the coal back!"
"Ouch!" Yan Laoer got emotional and burst into tears: "Without coal, how many people in Guanzhou would freeze to death! Without coal, how could we have the nerve to go back and see the elders in Guanzhou!
There is no coal... Your Majesty, I am so ashamed of you! It is in vain that you trust me so much and send me to help the prince buy coal... Wuwuwu! Your Majesty, they don't even give you enough coal at high prices!
This is a relative with the same surname, isn’t it? They are designed to trick their own family! Your Majesty! How pitiful is our prince! His prince sleeps on a hot bed where he is sweating, and our prince is not even willing to add more firewood. How pitiful is my prince!
!”
Manager Zhou was shocked!
He squinted for a while, then opened his eyes and saw what was going on.
Is this his brother Yan?
The steward of the British Royal Palace?
Is this the way to go?
Yan Laoer didn't care about that, and started singing, chanting, and beating in front of Manager Zhou's door.
"Your Majesty!" Yan Laoer shouted loudly, almost sending Manager Zhou back as he stepped out the door. "A scholar will die for his confidant. Huai'an cannot let the young master be bullied. I want to go to Prince Qi's Mansion to ask him a question."
Ask, why does this uncle, King Qi, bully his eldest nephew like this!"
"I, Yan Huaian, am a weak scholar. I can't lift my hands... but I still have a mouth!
I want to ask carefully, why should you bully our prince! The prince is observing etiquette, so it’s hard to ask about his uncle. I will ask on behalf of the prince whether we have the same ancestors, whether Guanzhou and Xizhou jointly guard the border and defend against foreign enemies.
?”
Yan Laoer seemed to be angry, but his voice was getting louder and louder, sometimes crying, sometimes roaring, while his mind was still recalling several key points that his daughter had summarized for him.
"How can we separate the two brothers? Our prince has parents, and our prince is not enough. We still have an old man in our family!"
"If Xizhou doesn't give us Guanzhou an explanation today, our complaint will definitely be brought to the imperial court!"
Yan Laoer suddenly shouted: "No!"
With a determined look on his face, he said: "We are going to sue at every level, from the county government office to the prefectural government government office... to the capital, to the main hall!!!" He gestured with his fingers, from low to high, upwards.
As soon as the word "dian" came down, his fingers wanted to reach to the sky.
Manager Zhou was frightened when he heard this.
His voice changed slightly: "Brother Yan, what are you doing? Who recruited you? Tell me, Brother Zhou will help you deal with him, deal with him severely. Who is disrespectful to the prince? You point it out,
Click it out and see how I deal with it. It will definitely satisfy you.
"Anyone who complains or doesn't complain is a member of our own family. Aren't we in Xizhou and Guanzhou like you said, we are connected with each other? Even if we break our bones, our tendons are still connected!"
Yan Laoer wiped the tears that had been frozen by the cold wind on his face.
Choking with sobs, he said: "Brother Zhou, what do you mean by your prince? Do you think our prince is easy to fool because of his tender face? But those of us who come here are not just freeloaders. We Guanzhou men are bloody! The prince is offended.
We shall die!”
Manager Zhou muttered in his heart: The Lord will humiliate his ministers and die.
Manager Yan probably wanted to say this, but well, scholars are very narrow-minded, so these words are not appropriate to apply to the Tian family, and it is easy for others to take advantage of them.
This guy surnamed Yan seems to be full of vernacular, even more common people than ordinary people, but he really bites the bullet when he talks, and he quotes coal prices, and he is an uncle who bullies his eldest nephew... The most terrifying thing is that if he directly files a complaint, it will be fine.
, he actually wanted to sue one by one.
Yin! It’s too Yin!
If you report it to the imperial court, you will seek judgment from the elders.
They were sued one by one, in order to throw their prince's face to the ground and stomp on it!
Their prince... he has great ambitions!
How can people be so corrupt!
Needless to say, this guy surnamed Yan really caught their weakness.
"Manager Yan..." From far away, the manager of the mine heard the noise here and ran this way like the wind. When he got closer, he was panting and couldn't even speak: "You... you... we didn't mean
Okay, that cinder will be taken away for you as a bonus, why...why are you still causing trouble?"
The young steward looked shabby and his new cotton-padded clothes were covered with dust. He was worried about others. He had just gone to see the pile of cinders that was connected like a hill. He heard from his subordinates that Steward Yan from Guanzhou was blocking the entrance of Supervisor Zhou.
I cried at the door and felt bad. I hurried down and slipped without paying attention. I fell and rolled several times. There was no clean place in front of or behind me.