Fengzhou, ancient roads, yellow sand all over the sky
"Dad, are you really going to Lingzhou?"
"Can I survive if I go to Lingzhou?"
"What to do with the land at home? Can we still farm next year?"
"I leave, you stay."
"father"
"There are still some seeds for farming. If we keep them, we can only sit and eat and wait to die."
"It's just a death. Dad went to Lingzhou. If you stay, you can still live." Shuo
"The second child, the third child, and the fifth child have all gone to flee the famine. You stay to look after the family and guard the family's property until you can come back."
An old man told his eldest son to resolutely embark on the road to Lingzhou.
Troops fleeing the famine formed in groups, and there were still people encouraging them in the process.
"The imperial court's relief food was handed over to Master Zhongwu. The Yamen said that if you go to Lingzhou, you will have enough to eat."
"When you come back next year, you can continue farming."
"Each person received a bag of dry food and followed the large army to Lingzhou."
"There is everything in Lingzhou, including food, drink, and even women." Shuo
"The Yamen has prepared dry food along the road, so you can have it when you go."
The refugees may not believe that Lingzhou is so beautiful, but the dry food they received in their hands was real. Many refugees had other ideas and were about to rob the food, but they saw majestic warriors with swords around them.
"Gang leader, are we going to escort these refugees along the road to Fengzhou?"
Zhang Wei, one of Wang Yuanxin's subordinates, asked with some confusion.
Tianxiahui has integrated more and more martial arts schools. Although they are not powerful sects, they are at the lowest level and have enough people.
Provide enough food for each of them, and they will be qualified to serve as guards.
"That's right, our Tianxiahui has obtained the official order from the Governor's Mansion. We can earn ten taels of silver by sending this."
Wang Yuan couldn't help but sarcastically said, he sent his men to carry the refugees' money and food along the way, and sent a thousand people to Lingzhou, and the governor's office would give them ten taels of silver.
Although in theory the food along the road is provided by the yamen in various places in Fengzhou, it is conceivable that a pound of rice in Fengzhou now costs more than Wen Yuan, and the price rises every day, which is almost a skyrocketing pattern.
The ten taels of silver given by the Governor's Palace were not enough for travel expenses, let alone food expenses along the way.
A cruel and ruthless person like Wang Yuan should tell you when you see him, you are too bad.
"Gang Leader, this is such a loss."
"What's more, these farmers are all in their 40s and 50s. They are sold as bonded labor and no one is using them."
"Landlords with old wealth recruit long-term workers. For those over forty years old, their wages will be halved."
Wang Yuan's subordinate was also a young man who felt sorry for the money and food in the gang, but Wang Yuan shook his head. Then he patted his subordinate on the shoulder and imitated Master Zhongwu's tone and said:
"Xiaozhang, you also get old sometimes."
"This time, no matter how much money I lose, I will send the person over intact."
[My lord, can Lingzhou handle so many refugees?]
Wang Yuan has always felt that the Chu family invested too much in him and felt that money was too hard to handle, but now when transporting a large number of refugees, he discovered another problem.
The money is too little.
Nowadays, one kilogram of rice requires money. Wang Yuan still has ten thousand taels of silver on hand, which is theoretically enough to buy ten thousand kilograms of rice.
It is actually impossible to buy this amount of grain, because if he purchases it on a large scale, the price of grain will skyrocket further.
Even if you can buy it, it will only be enough food for one million refugees for two or three days.
Although Chu Qianqiu mobilized Lingzhou's trading firms and the imperial court also sent relief food to Fengzhou, it seemed like there was magic in this place. No matter how much food came in, it disappeared without a trace as if it entered a black hole.
"Sir, are you ready?"
At the same time, the people in Lingzhou became extremely busy.
Because landowners from all over the country have made demands, they are frantically recruiting long-term workers.
"We are recruiting. In addition to the ancient members of Yanbo Town, we will recruit fifty more people. They will be paid two silver coins a year." Shuo.
"It's only two silver dollars, your offer is too low."
"Mr. Wang's family in Baixiang Town said they would ask for money."
"Let's go to Mr. Wang's house."
"Wait a minute, don't worry, Gu Yuan is providing food and accommodation, and you are allowed to bring a family member with you."
Yaren is anxious. He has not recruited anyone this morning. How will he communicate with the ancient members when the time comes?
"It's really strange these days. Why do we suddenly need to recruit so many people?"
"Everyone, come here and listen. Mr. Lu from Qingshi Town is looking for workers. His wages are two taels a year." Shuo
"There are more than Gu Yuanwai's family."
Another dental man, as if he wanted to steal business, suddenly announced a new wage, and the long-term workers immediately gathered around him. Unexpectedly, before the long-term workers could digest the surprise, a bald man appeared in the dental market.
Recited the Buddha's name.
"Namo Amitabha!"
"Our Fahua Temple is going to pay 2 silver this time! We are hiring 200 workers!"
"What, two pieces of silver, Master, I want it!"
The long-term workers looking for work immediately raised their hands and shouted loudly.
"Master, why are you here to recruit workers?"
"It's strange, why are workers everywhere these days?"
The man with teeth recognized that the person calling was actually the deacon monk of Fahua Temple, and he quickly bowed his head to say hello and asked about the situation.
"Hey, it turns out to be Donor Chen. Your information is too ill-informed."
"Master, don't be surprised. There has been a lot of trouble in the past few days, and many people have been sued and have gone to the Yamen to get beaten up."
"The villain was a little scared and hid."
"Master, this tea is my filial piety to the Buddha."
Yaren knew that he had fallen behind in recent news, so he quickly sent some gifts to the deacon monks of Fahua Temple.
The deacon monk accepted the gift, smiled slightly and said:
"A few days ago, Xiangshan Temple stockpiled military supplies and attempted to rebel, but was successfully annihilated by Master Zhongwu. You didn't know this."
"There's still this thing," Yaren said with some fear, fearing that he would be captured by Lord Zhongwu and slapped on his face the next moment.
"Don't worry, no one will catch you."
"If Lord Zhongwu wants to arrest him, then he has to arrest a big one. What's the point of arresting you?"
The deacon monk of Fahua Temple said disdainfully.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This Xiangshan Temple was originally a wild fox Zen and was not recorded in the Xuanzhengyuan."
"The abbot in charge saw that it would be a pity if this place was abandoned, so he discussed with Master Zhongwu and bought Xiangshan Temple, repaired it, and turned it into a branch of Fahua Temple."
"It is said that Master Sanxiu, who has returned from Guangming Temple, will become the director of the branch."
The explanation given by the deacon monk of Fahua Temple made Yaren suddenly realize.
"Then, why are you recruiting so many people recently?"
"Even that stingy member Lu spent a lot of money to recruit long-term workers."
"Master Zhongwu is compassionate. When he saw so many refugees with nothing to do, he issued an order to encourage various places in Lingzhou to open workshops."
"What is Lord Zhongwu's identity? Who dares to disobey an order given by him?" Shuo
"No matter whether you lose money or not, you have to recruit people first."
"In addition, Mrs. Huang has made a big deal and bought all the worthless wasteland in Lingzhou. It will take three to five years to open up all the wasteland and turn it into fertile land."
"I don't know how many long-term workers have gone to work for the Chu family. Can the wages not go up?"
"Your movements are still too slow. Some people are going to the village to fetch people."
As soon as the deacon monk finished speaking, the tooth man had already disappeared, making him shake his head involuntarily.
"Every donor comes in line and lets the poor monk choose."
"Xiangshan Temple was set on fire by King Xu Yan. Now it needs to be rebuilt. It is a strenuous job. A poor monk who has not practiced the "Tuna Method" will not dare to ask for it."
The Yaren Market in Lingzhou is busier than ever.
There are more and more rumors everywhere.
"It is said that Chu Zhongwu is the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the reincarnation of the Five Emperors, the Star Lord Si Ming, and the possessor of the Heavenly Phoenix."
"Why does it sound like he is more like the God of Wealth?"
Countless prayers and legends gathered on Chu Qianqiu.
"It seems that in two days, I will advance to become a god."
Chu Qianqiu felt that his martial arts was undergoing transformation. From Siming Xingjun to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, they all opened their eyes one after another, just one step away.