The bank is just a social institution in Yun Ye's dream. It is impossible to complete the establishment of this huge institution with his own ability. He has no money, no power, no connections, and what's more terrible is that he has no necessary accumulation of social experience.
So I can only think about it. Selling Li Chengqian now is the best I can do.
The crown prince's appeal was not in vain. For ten days, the rich, wealthy, and businessmen worked hard to raise food. Large and small food trucks soon overwhelmed the Zuowuwei camp. No one asked for money anymore, but
I hope to pay a visit to the prince. Although His Highness the prince may not be able to see me, I am satisfied to be able to sit in the prince’s bed tent and get a bowl of sencha. The terrifying royal education is too perverted. Li Chengqian, who is fully clothed in imperial robes, is sitting high at the top.
A group of ten grain merchants entered the tent after a strict body search and chatted with His Highness the Crown Prince. It was more like the Crown Prince giving lectures than talking. His slow voice, elegant conversation, appropriate gestures, and gentle and warm smile made Yun
Ye vomited for three times, and all the merchants, wealthy families, and wealthy families were sincere and respectful. Look, the patriarch in Confucian robes listened to the prince's witty words and drank wine. He nodded frequently, sat on the embroidered pier with his buttocks, and practiced horse riding and squatting.
The old Confucian with half-hundred-thousand hair practiced this posture without any shaking at his feet during the meal, which made Yun Ye, who had been in military training for half a year, ashamed. That person was already dead. The chill of late autumn couldn't stop his blood from boiling, and it was already boiling and smoking.
White qi is steaming on the top of the head, and it has already reached the state where three flowers gather at the top, and five qi are heading towards the yuan. It's just that they are sweating like rain, and they don't know what kind of strange skills they are practicing. These two are still good, and they have strong skills and can withstand it.
, the businessman who was lying on the ground put his head on the ground and wanted to imitate Tu Xingsun? His Highness the Crown Prince was so grand. He ignored everyone's ugliness and lifted up the businessmen who were lying on the ground one by one. Without sitting down, he said to everyone: "Shi Cai Gu is the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty.
It is a courtesy to receive a bow from all the sages. Now I am just a junior, so you don’t need to be more polite. I have received help from everyone in raising food this time. Thank you very much. Longyou has been taught for many years, and today’s grand situation is all thanks to all the sages.
I will go up to the table and tell you all your contribution to helping each other one by one, so that it can be heard by heaven. I am touched by your benevolence and righteousness, so I specially prepare small gifts to show your kindness to others."
Yun Ye came on the stage, and eight strong men with bright bodies filed in and stood in two rows, holding knife handles with murderous intent. They were followed by two chamberlains holding wooden plates covered with red silk. Yun Ye stepped forward and opened the silk
He saw a roll of sheepskin documents on one wooden plate and a shining silver medal on the other wooden plate. Yun Ye took the first document and shouted loudly to the old Confucian: "Prince Cult: Zhou Tingsong
Kneel down and accept!”
The old Confucian Zhou Tingsong knelt at Yun Ye's feet with a plop: "The common man Zhou Tingsong accepted the crown prince's teaching."
"I heard that in Lanzhou County, Longyou Road, there was a man named Tingsong who was doing good deeds in his hometown. His virtues were outstanding. His name was specially highlighted by preaching. He gave gifts to good people with a silver medal as a special gift." The old Confucian heard the prince's teaching and raised his head.
There was a banging sound on the ground. After some encouragement, his legs were dragging on the ground and he couldn't stand up. He managed to stand with the help of the chamberlain. His hands were shaking like a stroke and tears flowed down his face. Yun Ye ignored it and took it politely.
The silver medal from a good family was clipped to Old Confucian's chest with the buckle on the back. The apricot-yellow ribbon was floating under the silver medal and looked very beautiful. Old Confucian knelt on the ground holding the silver medal and burst into tears. Yun Ye knocked on his chest and shouted: "Etiquette"
"It's done!" The eight sergeants also beat their chests with a thunderous sound, and shouted in unison: "It's done!"
The other nine people in the tent were stunned. The old Confucian only raised a hundred stones more than them to receive such a prominent honor. This was a big advantage. The man who practiced the three-flower gathering technique had red eyes and showed signs of being possessed.
He lay on the ground and refused to get up no matter how hard he tried to persuade him. He only said that he still had Qianshi of fresh food at home and was willing to do his best for His Highness the Crown Prince.
"The Royal Special Reward only honors those who are sincere and respectful, and cannot be exchanged for mere money and food." Yun Ye knows very well that rewards can only be refined but small. They cannot be distributed indiscriminately, otherwise it will affect its value and the gain will outweigh the loss. Moreover, there are old people now.
If Confucianism sets an example, there is no need to worry about not being able to get food.
The old Confucian Zhou Tingsong took control of the situation, with his chest raised half a day high, his hands behind his back, and walking like a tortoise. He was so impressive in front of the Longyou folks that his two sons worked hard and raised two thousand stones of grain to transport. At this time,
The amount of food raised by Longyou has reached 300,000 dan, which has basically achieved Lao Cheng's goal.
Another angel arrived in the capital with a secret message for Cheng Yaojin. Li Chengqian and Yunye received twenty big boards each.
Seeing Yun Ye being tortured, Old Cheng actually smiled and said to the angel who was in charge of the punishment: "This kid just needs a beating. I can't find an excuse lately. Now the Queen is venting my anger. It's really satisfying."
The board was slapped on the buttocks again and again, and Yun Ye screamed again and again. Who should I tell him about the grievances in my heart?
If you say twenty lashes, then 20 lashes. If you say it won't affect your return to Beijing, it won't affect your return to Beijing. The two guys who hit the board have been practicing very well for a long time. Their buttocks were covered with bruises and there was no trace of blood. Fortunately, he was not the only one who was beaten.
The one who howled was also the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty. Originally, the Crown Prince just grunted every time he was hit, but he couldn't stand up to Yun Ye's passionate and unrestrained screams beside him. As brothers, their loyalty was paramount and they could only embarrass themselves together.
The prince, Yun Ye was beaten, Lao Cheng and Lao Niu toasted to celebrate. Ever since they saw the mountain of food in the military camp, Lao Cheng and Lao Niu's expressions softened and they concentrated on mobilizing the people of Longyou to transport food to the capital in a steady stream. Yun Ye didn't know Lao Cheng.
After getting some decree, he actually ignored the coming locust plague. Lao Niu, the saint who swore not to let anyone starve to death, seemed to no longer worry, and looked disgusting as if he had a pearl of wisdom. Regardless of them, his own responsibility has been fulfilled.
As far as I'm concerned, it's none of my business if I get into trouble again. It's just that this beating was really unjust. Li Er beat me. He is the emperor, and he can beat whoever he wants. But when he offended the queen, it is famous in history.
Why do you have such a hard time with me as a worthy empress? Yun Ye is puzzled.
The imperial edict stated that all Zuowuwei should leave camp and return to Beijing and arrive soon. This means that they must leave within five days, and the matter of transporting food will be left to the local government. Yun Ye is responsible for raising food for Zuowuwei, and the ins and outs of the accounts
, the financial handover cannot be explained clearly in a short time, and the buttocks were beaten into pork belly, and it turned green and I couldn't see it anymore. The food handover was a big deal, and I couldn't entrust it to others, so I had to be carried by the soldiers and the whole military camp was busy.
It was getting dark, Yun Ye was tired and hungry, and his butt still hurt badly. He passed by the prince's tent and took a look, and he suddenly became angry. Why should I have to work with injuries as a wage earner? You, the prince, are lying on the soft couch.
Above, someone was feeding grape peaches one by one. He also picked out all the grapes and kept saying: "Xiao Ye was also beaten by his mother and became unwell. I will leave the remaining grape peaches to Xiao Ye."
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