The dazzling sunshine shrouded Chang'an City, making it as sweltering as a steamer.
On the street, the hearts of countless people are as cold as frost and they are anxious. No one knows when the salt will be shipped from Chang'an City. How can they live without salt at home? Especially after seeing many people successfully looting and bringing salt with them.
He slipped away happily, but the anxiety in his heart became even stronger.
"Da da da!"
A dense sound of horse hoofbeats came, like rolling thunder from nine days away.
Soon, the sound of horse hooves approached, and a well-equipped and heavily armored Forbidden Army rushed over. The men were like dragons, the horses were like tigers, and their aura was as cold as a knife. The chaotic scene suddenly became quiet in fear.
In the team, Cheng Yaojin yelled with a livid face: "The Holy One has decreed that we should go home quickly and not gather to cause trouble. Otherwise, we will treat them as thieves and kill them on the spot!"
When everyone heard that they would be punished as thieves and killed without mercy, although they were unwilling to do so, they still did not dare to disobey and quickly dispersed, reluctantly returning. The resentment in their hearts became even more intense, and many people's eyes were filled with flames of anger.
Cheng Yaojin was not embarrassed and took the opportunity to kill. He signaled the troops to disperse and stopped. He looked at the dispersed people with an invisible coldness. He knew that this matter was not over and that something big might happen in the future. He felt worried.
A bit dissatisfied, dissatisfied with Li Er's simple and rough handling.
But the loyalty in his heart allowed Cheng Yaojin to control his anger and not show it.
Not long after, a general came over, clasped his fists and said: "This is to inform Duke Lu, the mob is being dispersed, and brothers are setting up defenses along the street to prepare for martial law. Please give the public notice to Duke Lu."
"Brothers, please keep an eye on me and nothing will happen."
"Here!" The other party hurriedly left.
Cheng Yaojin rode his horse forward for a distance, and the crowded street became empty and deserted, just like the war period. Cheng Yaojin didn't like this scene very much. In those days, heroes were competing for the throne, bones were scattered thousands of miles away, and ten rooms were empty.
If it doesn't work, you have to perform it again?
"Gong Lu!" A voice came from the side.
Cheng Yaojin turned to look and saw a carriage approaching slowly. It stopped after approaching, the curtains of the carriage were opened, Wei Zheng poked his head out and said in a cold voice: "Gong Lu, the people are just buying salt, what's the crime?"
"Master Wei, I am also acting under orders." Cheng Yaojin said, cupping his fists.
Wei Zheng narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "It's your duty. I don't blame you, but the people are in difficulty. They only want a salt to survive. There is nothing wrong. Please treat them kindly and not kill them indiscriminately. Otherwise, I will never agree."
Cheng Yaojin's temper was rising. If the Holy Spirit hadn't been around, he wouldn't have meddle in such nosy matters. He said impatiently: "Straight bitch, what are you telling me? If you have the ability, go to the Holy Spirit."
After saying that, Cheng Yaojin leaned his legs against the horse's belly and rode away.
"Let's go into the palace!"
Wei Zheng said coldly and lowered the car curtain.
The carriage continued to move forward, heading towards the palace.
Cheng Yaojin rode his horse to the Duke Protector's Mansion. Looking at the closed gate, he guessed that Qin Huaidao was still in Qinjiazhuang and it was inconvenient for him to go there. He told a school captain: "Take your people and stay here.
There must be no mistakes.”
The other party understood and quickly nodded in agreement.
Afterwards, Cheng Yaojin signaled to a family member to approach him and warned: "Go back home quietly and let Chu Liang stay at Qinjiazhuang. Don't go back to Chang'an during this period."
"Understood." The other party responded in a low voice.
Cheng Yaojin looked at the Duke Protector's Mansion again, his eyes sparkling, and he secretly said: "Bad boy, your father is my life and death brother. No matter what you do, I have to help you."
Conviction flashed through him, and Cheng Yaojin rode his horse to continue patrolling the streets to avoid chaos.
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Not long after, the bustling city of Chang'an became quiet and a bit strange.
Not many people could be seen on the wide street, and even the shops on the street were closed. Only the Imperial Guards were left patrolling and on guard, showing a somewhat cold and murderous intent.
However, some windows opened cracks, and a pair of eyes flashed inside, cold, unwilling, and angry.
The time of the day is slowly lost in the control.
Powerful force controlled the body, but it failed to control the people's hearts. The lack of salt made panic and anxiety more intense. Many people opened the door and stood at the door coldly watching the patrolling imperial troops, protesting silently and venting their dissatisfaction.
, there was an uneasiness gathering over Chang'an City.
The civil servants were silent.
The generals were silent.
Everyone looked towards the direction of the imperial city, waiting for an answer.
However, the imperial city has not yet been decided, which is strange.
This strangeness made the people at the bottom feel the indifference and condescension of the imperial power. The benevolent and sage emperor was far away, and a sense of powerlessness, frustration and anger fermented in their hearts.
Another day passed in depression.
The imperial troops did not lift the martial law, but they knocked on the doors of every house and informed them that they could go out normally, live a normal life, and do business normally, but they were not allowed to gather and loot anymore.
In order to support their families and survive, everyone suppressed their dissatisfaction and went out one after another.
Some people who needed to buy daily necessities came to the department store as a habit, but they saw a notice posted at the door. A scholar was reading the above content loudly, and everyone gathered around it.
"What? The Protectorate's workshop employs a large number of workers."
"You also need a large number of female workers, ranging from 16 to 40 years old?"
"How much... One hundred cents a month, including two meals, wouldn't it be possible to buy more than twenty bushels of polished rice and noodles, and a young lady can support her whole family and still have a surplus? It's simply incredible."
"Those who are proficient in female celebrities will be given priority. Will they be paid 200 yuan a month?"
"What, anyone who works in the Protector's Mansion can buy snowflake salt?"
"Quick, quick, where can I sign up?"
Everyone couldn't calm down after hearing the notice. They were excited and shouted for fear of missing the opportunity.
Everyone has long heard about the treatment of the Duke Protector's Office. They have meat every meal. They never pay a penny or default in payment. They are paid out on time every month. Those who have made meritorious services are rewarded. There are selections every month, and the top performers are selected.
There are also rewards for the tenth place, and there are discounts for purchasing products of the Protectorate.
With the status of a worker in the Protector's Palace, you will have more dignity when going out, and it will be much easier to get married. There is no such good thing in the whole of Chang'an, no, in the whole of the Tang Dynasty.
At this time, countless people walked out of the department store, carrying chairs and placing them neatly. Jia Youcai came out with a gong, knocked it hard, attracted everyone's attention, and shouted loudly: "Dear neighbors, I am the Protector of the Country.
The steward of the government, the Lord Protector, is kind and cannot bear the suffering of everyone, so he has specially recruited five thousand workers. The specific salary notices are on the notice, so I won't say more. Those who are interested will queue up to sign up. The troublemakers will not be admitted and will be kicked out directly."
"X, X signed up."
"And so-and-so."
Everyone rushed over in a swarm. You would be a fool to miss such a good opportunity.
Jia Youcai continued to shout: "Line up in front of a table. No cutting in the queue or making trouble. Remember, only one person is recruited from each household. We will give quotas and opportunities to more families. We are all poor people and understand each other."
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Everyone was a little reluctant to hear this. Who doesn't have a lot of people in their family?
Who doesn’t want more people to be employed, earn more remuneration and improve family life?
But I can also understand that we are all suffering people and we should not be too greedy.
The brother who was accompanying him discussed it for a few words, and the other person intuitively left the team and went to inform relatives and friends. The one who was overage and had a job couldn't afford to buy things, so he ran home like crazy and called for people.
Soon, ten teams were formed in an orderly manner. No one dared to jump in the queue and miss the opportunity, and no one dared to cause trouble. The reputation of the Protector's Palace was not fake, and the guards who were watching eagerly nearby were not vegetarians.
Recruitment is not complicated. Those who are sick, unable to move, or overage are not required. It doesn't matter anything else. Just read out the terms of the employment document, verify your identity tag, sign and stamp it, tell you where to report tomorrow, and give a few reminders. That's it.
Those who got the employment documents were very excited, and many even cried with joy and ran to their homes to report the good news.
Seeing that the scene was chaotic and orderly, Jia Youcai felt relieved, banged the gong to attract everyone's attention, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, the Protector's Office also needs to recruit a group of literate people to write records. Specific details
The jobs vary from person to person, and the wages start at the same rate every month. The higher the talent, the higher the wages. Everyone is welcome to come to me for inquiries."
"What, always money?"
Everyone's eyes were hot, but when they thought of being able to read and write, they had no choice but to give up. They were only envious. They secretly made up their minds that when they got rich, they would definitely send their children to school. Scholars can earn ten times as much as everyone else in a month. This
The gap is so big, how can one not be envious?
I don’t know when, around the gate, carriages came one after another, and people inside poked their heads out to check. Their eyes were cold and resentful, almost ready to spit fire, and they quickly left again.