The incident in the restaurant was just an incident, and Jia Rong didn't take it to heart at all. Jia Rong would definitely not have any good impressions of such a rich man bullying the common people.
After returning to his residence, Jia Rong began to think about his plan to enter Jingzhou. Yingchuan Academy wanted to see Zhuge Liang, who was famous for later generations. There were many talents in Jingxiang, so why not take the opportunity to win over one or two?
, but will those Confucian scholars buy into his account? At this time, Jia Rong has a businessman mentality. As long as someone is willing to follow him, he will make a profit.
Jia Rong, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, was walking on the streets of Jinling. Looking at the bustling pedestrians, Jia Rong couldn't help but think of the equally prosperous Luoyang. After the crusade of the Guandong princes, not even a single merchant was left, and the people even fled away to seek refuge.
, it would be impossible to recover from the situation that had lasted ten or eight years. There were still white waves and yellow turbans in the Central Plains, and the people were in dire straits.
Pushing through the dense crowd, Jia Rong saw two ragged people lying on the side of the street. One of them was a woman, with a pretty face and quite a bit of beauty, but her dirty clothes made her look...
He was unsightly. He was no more than ten years old. The other man had white hair, his lips were constantly trembling, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of longing as he looked at the onlookers.
I didn't expect that there would be such a pitiful beggar in the prosperous place of Jinling. I reached into my arms and found that everything I carried was gold, so I asked Zhao Yun for some.
Jia Rong leaned over and put a few hundred dollars in front of the two of them. Chinese people, whether ancient or modern, like to watch the excitement rather than lend a helping hand.
"Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!" The young woman kept kowtowing, her forehead turning slightly red due to excessive exertion.
Jia Rong waved his hand and said: "Take this money to eat something, find something you can do, and support your family."
The white-haired old man also knelt down excitedly. In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog. The old man did not expect to receive such a sum of money. A few hundred dollars was just a drop in the bucket for Jia Rong, but it was a drop in the bucket for the two of them.
Life-saving money and food.
Turn around and leave. If Jia Rong appears as a general, he will definitely not give any charity to the beggar. Only by relying on one's own continuous efforts can one win the respect of others. People who survive only on charity can only be called spineless.
In ancient times, there may not have been an industry that specialized in making money through begging, and these people were indeed pitiful. However, the Xiliang Army was not a charity. He was only responsible for giving the people a job that could lead to prosperity, rather than giving them money directly.
Everyone is destined to die, which may be heavier than a feather or lighter than Mount Tai. A vigorous death on the battlefield is the same death as an unknown death. Why not choose a more grand death?
"That man, stop!" A voice shouted from behind.
Jia Rong stopped, turned around and looked back, and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Why are you everywhere? Tell me what happened."
The young master's expression froze slightly, and he said proudly: "You just gave those two people more than three hundred yuan. I gave you one thousand yuan, how about it?"
The people who were watching were dumbfounded by the changes before and after. There were even comparisons in giving alms. Could it be that the two people in front of them had some dispute and insisted on competing. At this moment, everyone regarded Jia Rong and the young master as children of a rich family, and in their hearts
The slightest respect for Jia Rong has turned into awe. Rich people don't care about a few hundred dollars. They can make ordinary people live for more than a month with just one meal or a meal.
Some people may say that they are relying on the power of their ancestors, but they are more envious because they are not even qualified to squander.
Jia Rong took steps and continued his journey without any entanglement with the young master.
After walking no more than a hundred meters, Jia Rong stopped and walked into a shop, "Baobao Zhai". Ever since he got the Celestial Silkworm Armor in Luoyang last time and saved his life in a critical moment, Jia Rong has fallen in love with this kind of shop.
's store.
Jia Rong looked at the owner of the shop blankly and said in disbelief: "You, you"
After seeing this abnormality, Zhao Yun hurriedly came to Jia Rong and stared at the shop owner with bright eyes.
After many life-and-death battles, Zhao Yun's eyes were so sharp, but the shop owner still fiddled with the things in his hands as before, without any pause.
Realizing the extraordinary nature of the person in front of him, Jia Rong smiled and said, "I wonder if there are any treasures in the store?" He didn't pay much attention to this person when he was in Luoyang.
The shop owner smiled and said: "Sir, the treasures have been sold out, please go elsewhere." He didn't seem to recognize Jia Rong, and still lowered his head and fiddled with the things in his hands.
Jia Rong curiously looked at the thing in the hands of the shop owner. From a distance, it looked like a small box, but upon closer inspection, there were dense holes on it. The things in the treasure house that could be played with repeatedly by the shop owner were definitely not ordinary.
Since the shop owner didn't want to say anything, Jia Rong didn't force it. He walked around in the not-so-big shop, constantly looking at the layout of the shop. As the shop owner said, apart from ordinary goods, there was no one Jia Rong could see in this shop.
The only thing that caught Jia Rong's eyes was the wooden box in the owner's hand.
Jia Rong didn't know if the owner of the treasure house in front of him recognized him. There were only a handful of people who had seen him in Luoyang City. Even after he replaced Dong Zhuo in Luoyang, he rarely showed up. Jia Rong was not worried about this mere person.
The owner of the treasure house who has a close relationship will have an impression of him.
"Baowu Zhai, its name sounds pretty good, but I don't know what the products they sell are like?"
Jia Rong felt a little overwhelmed. This rich man was like a follower. He had been clinging to him since the conversation in the restaurant. He wanted to teach him a lesson in a deserted place, but he thought that this was Jingzhou and it was not appropriate to cause trouble, so he suppressed his anger.
Come down.
"Sir, the treasures in the store have been sold out. Please move elsewhere." The owner of the store issued an eviction order unceremoniously.
The young master suddenly choked on his words. He did not expect that after leaving the mansion, he would encounter repeated setbacks in the small Jinling. Even a small shop owner dared to speak nonsense.
"How presumptuous, do you know who my young master is? Be careful that your business will fail." The servant behind the young master immediately stood up and scolded.
Jia Rong was so happy that he stood aside and looked at the young master and the owner of the shop. It was not suitable for him to test the owner of the treasure house just now, but the young master just satisfied this idea.
The shop owner still lowered his head and fiddled with the things in his hands, as if he was tireless and his expression was neither sullen nor unhappy.
The young master looked a little confused and said to the servant behind him: "Go and find some soldiers on the street. The little shop owner dares to bully me."
The way the young master beat his chest and feet when he spoke made Jia Rong feel a little funny.
Around the time of tea, five soldiers broke into the treasure house. Their menacing appearance made the atmosphere in the treasure house suddenly tense.
Jia Rong took a look at the weapons in the hands of the soldiers and shook his head slightly. It seemed that these weapons had been stored in warehouses for many years and were used temporarily. The tips of the spears had not been wiped for an unknown period of time and were slightly rusty.
Jinling is an important place in Jingzhou, where most of the food and supplies are stored, and there are not a few soldiers stationed in the city.
Zhao Yun stood in front of Jia Rong with a wary look on his face, looking at the five soldiers warily.
The young master waved his hand to the owner of the shop and said boldly: "This man will not obey my orders, arrest him!"
Jia Rong secretly laughed. It seemed that the nature of this young master was not bad, otherwise he would not have used this excuse to arrest the owner of the treasure house.
The soldiers looked at each other and, under the command of the squad leader, headed towards the owner of the treasure house.
The owner of the Treasure House raised his lowered head in a rare move and looked calmly at the soldiers coming towards him.
Jia Rong suddenly found that the shop owner looked at him with a stern look. For some reason, it gave Jia Rong a dangerous feeling, just like when Wang Yue stabbed him. Jia Rong looked at the shop owner carefully, as if he wanted to
Find something in that unchanging face.
"In broad daylight, the world is clear, and people are committing crimes in Jinling. I don't know how Liu Jingzhou will react if he knows about this." After a long time with no results, Jia Rong said loudly.
"Come back and capture these two people first!" The direction of the young master's outstretched hand changed and pointed at Jia Rong and Zhao Yun.
Jia Rong looked at the young master's right hand pointing at him, and his expression was slightly moved. It was so delicate and smooth. He was worthy of being a son of a rich family. He was pampered and did not know the sufferings of ordinary people.
Zhao Yun lifted his steps lightly, landed heavily one meter away from Jia Rong, and looked at the five soldiers coldly.
The soldiers looked embarrassed. With their eyesight, they could naturally see that Zhao Yun was extraordinary. However, he did not dare to disobey the young master's order and rushed forward.
Fists and shadows intertwined, and the sound of banging could be heard in the treasure room. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun knocked five soldiers to the ground. Zhao Yun's skills have improved rapidly since he joined the Xiliang Army.
Listening to the soldiers' wails of pain, the young master's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Zhao Yun as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
Jia Rong stepped forward and said with a smile: "This young master, are my subordinates' skills okay?"
The young master nodded dully, and the servants were so frightened that they hid behind the young master without any awareness of being a servant.
"Jingzhou is not the place you should come. Go back early!" The shop owner suddenly raised his head and said, perhaps to thank Jia Rong for his help.
Jia Rong was shocked and turned his attention to the owner of the treasure house. The person in front of him must know his identity.
"Haha, the world is so big, there is nowhere to go!" Jia Rong laughed.
The shop owner said without raising his head: "That's all!"
The rich man on one side was so frightened by Zhao Yun's punches that he lost his mind and looked dull. He didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't care less about the conversation between Jia Rong and the shop owner.
"Shopkeeper, how about I pay 100,000 yuan to buy the wooden box in your hand?"
The rich man's expression that had just returned to normal turned dull again. A rotten wooden box cost one hundred thousand dollars. Is there anything more absurd in the world? Spending money like water, prodigal son and other words were all applied to Jia Rong.
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The shop owner said lightly "Oh" and said: "Two hundred thousand dollars!"
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