Xie Tianhua sighed and said in a low voice: "You are all chosen by me to enter Red Eagle. This time you came for me. I am very grateful, but from now on I have nothing to do with you. Let Tang Xiaomi come out. I
Have a good talk with her!"
I was suddenly blocked on the road and sniped, but it didn't affect my mood. It was just a small episode. I didn't dare to waste any more time. I sped all the way into the city. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, which was half an hour longer than expected.
The large team was still at the teahouse, so Zhang Heng hurried all the way there. He heard the noise above before reaching the door. The location was quite elegant and quiet, with Dazhamen and Xinhua Park in front of it, which was a leisure area.
"Barbarian King!" The noise above did not affect the barbarians on duty at all, and they rushed up to greet him as soon as they saw him arrive.
Zhang Heng smiled without being pretentious. He pulled over, got out of the car, and threw the keys. There was a traffic policeman not far away, but he pretended not to see what was going on here. He couldn't afford to offend him. Just take an ordinary one.
In the square, there are also unlicensed vendors. Other Xinjiang people can hum a tune and sell kebabs in the winter, and comfortably sell cantaloupes while lying in a tent in the summer. However, the Han vendors are miserable, let alone
Every day, at least once every once in a while, someone would be chased around by the city management. This kind of unequal treatment was the default rule, and Gein couldn't afford to offend him!
Seeing the Barbarian King enter the teahouse, a barbarian whispered: "The Barbarian King has such a strong evil spirit on him!"
"I also feel it. The Barbarian King must have done great things again. Since the Barbarian King was born, the status of us barbarians has been rising every day!"
"Isn't it? The expenses for us are also high. As long as we do business, we can be reimbursed. This month I sent 3,000 yuan back, so that my family can eat meat. My two sons are making a fuss about going to school.
, it’s enough for tuition.”
"Haha, follow the Barbarian King and work hard, and you will have a good life in the future. Be alert at all times. If the Barbarian King is in danger, we have to rush forward quickly. If we can block the Barbarian King from a knife or something, we will be able to live side by side in the future.
Gone."
Zhang Heng's footsteps suddenly stopped. His six senses had recently increased greatly. He could see very far away places and hear sounds from a wide distance around him. He happened to hear the conversation between these two barbarians.
A problem that had been ignored by him emerged. The polarization between the rich and the poor among the Han people was actually even worse among the barbarians. There were two main barbarian areas in Shu and a multi-ethnic mixed area where some barbarians also lived. All of them were at extremely high altitudes.
The high places are, at best, snow-covered plateaus. But to put it worse, they are poor mountains and rivers. There is no food to be dug from the ground, and the source of income is very worrying. Otherwise, there would not be so many walking barbarians. And Guangrong City will not either.
More than 60,000 people gathered, all of whom came out to seek a living.
His position as Barbarian King actually costs a lot. Every day, hundreds of people serve him full-time. They are either on standby, or protecting and following. Or they are arranged by him to go out to do things. These expenses are all borne internally. In other words, it is spent.
Taxpayer money.
To put it bluntly, his duty is to be a symbol, to provide spiritual support to the barbarians. This Buddhist country ruled by religion cannot do without the protective umbrella above. He keeps walking, thinking that if he proposes to spend money in the poor barbarian areas, this is definitely a mistake.
It won't work. It will destroy the rules of the barbarian social system. Just like the food in the tribe, it cannot be consumed by consumption. Everything must be done according to tradition.
His footsteps suddenly stopped again, he took out his mobile phone and hung up the call and went out, "Dolma, how many school-age children in the barbaric areas of Sichuan cannot afford to go to school?"
Zhuoma's heart trembled. He didn't know why the Barbarian King suddenly discovered this problem, but it was definitely a good thing. He quickly replied honestly: "I don't know the specific data, but at least more than 10,000 children cannot read, mainly because
It’s a matter of eating.”
"There are actually so many?" Zhang Heng was stunned. Based on the average family of five people, there are three million pure barbarians in Shu, which is 600,000 children. But if only children are included, the base number will become smaller. Besides,
Not every family is poor. Unexpectedly, there are more than 10,000 families.
"Yes, I only count the children of primary school age, not the older children who can work." Zhuoma said seriously.
Zhang Heng thought that when he was studying, if he solved the problem of main meals and only counted the cost of vegetables, it would not actually cost much, but it could not be applied to the standards of each region. "Elementary schools only eat one meal at noon, one meal per child."
How much will it cost?”
"It costs about four yuan. Barbarians eat a lot. They can eat a large bowl of rice. If you don't eat meat or vegetables, you can get it for two and a half yuan. Four yuan can guarantee you some meat." Zhuoma
Obviously he is very familiar with these things. He was originally Tashi's confidant. Tashi arranged for him to serve the Man King wholeheartedly and then disappeared. The Man King has actually been labeled as the Yoga Father Tantra since he debuted. He is from the same faction as Tashi.
After all, they are all our own.
Zhang Heng nodded and said: "Elementary school requires twenty-two days of study a month, which is less than one hundred yuan. In this way, you can donate one million yuan to the children in the barbaric area of Sichuan in my name.
Subsidy to feed the children.”
"That's one million?" Zhuoma asked in surprise.
Zhang Heng continued: "This is only one month's money. It can solve the problem of feeding 10,000 children at noon. From now on, I will donate one million every month. I will continue to give this money during winter and summer vacations, for one year."
I can still afford 12 million."
"Barbarian King, this, this is against the rules!" Zhuoma was so moved that she burst into tears, but she had to say such words.
"How do you say that?" Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and he could tell that there was something in Zhuoma's words.
Zhuolma had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "You will break the rules of Tantric Buddhism by doing this. First, it will greatly increase your prestige in a short time. What will the elders of La Palace think of it? Second, although you came out on your own,
Money, but you have donated it, the rich naturally dare not not donate the money, but they will definitely feel uncomfortable giving the money, which will affect your favorability among the powerful class; thirdly, how to manage the money?
It's okay in practice, but if it hadn't been implemented, the people would have thought you were a deceitful person. Finally, the barbarians are under the rule of the Han emperor no matter what, so you have gone beyond what the Han emperor should do!
"
Zhang Heng felt like he was hit in the chest with a sledgehammer when he heard this. It turns out that this is reality. Even barbarians have not escaped from the rules. The simple and crude way of doing things is only suitable for primitive tribes.
Zhuoma can remind him like this, which means he sincerely considers him. This gives Zhang Heng some psychological comfort, but who is he? How can he be constrained by reality when doing good things? He said: "Since I am Shuzhong
King Barbarian, I have the final say on matters in Shu, and my words are the rules. Just do as I say and make more noise. Also, if anyone dares to misappropriate donated public funds, tell me and I will go there personally.
Slaughter the whole family, old and weak, women and children, leave no chickens or dogs in the house, and burn everything including the house on the spot. Anyone who dares to intercede will be killed with the same crime!"
Even on the phone, Zhuoma could feel the strong murderous intent. This was simply the behavior of a tyrant. It was the Legalist law of the Han Dynasty and the Qin Dynasty. If one person commits a crime, the whole family is implicated. However, in the Qin Dynasty, it was even more extreme and affected everyone.
The scope is wider. But don’t forget, this is modern times, how can there be such cruel and overbearing laws!
Zhuoma was surprised on his face, but he was ecstatic in his heart. The more powerful the Barbarian King became, the happier he became. He replied excitedly: "Barbarian King, don't worry, Zhuoma will make arrangements right away!"
"Well, I will follow up at any time. As for the powerful people, if they have any opinions, let them come to me in person!" Zhang Heng added.
Having said this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly he was stunned. Shang Dong'er had already stood beside him at some point. Normally, he wouldn't have been alert, but his mood was aroused just now, but when it came to killing people
When Manmen was at home, he unconsciously fantasized about those bloody scenes, which actually caused his animalistic nature that had not exploded for a long time to roar out, impacting his mind. However, it was quickly suppressed by him, but because of this delay, he could not find it.
Shang Donger arrives.
"How much did you hear?" Zhang Heng frowned.
"From the time you said you slaughtered everyone with your own hands!" Shang Dong'er's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. She actually heard what was said before, and after understanding the reason, she was no longer afraid, but she deliberately pretended not to know.
Zhang Heng recalled that if he had only heard the rest, he would definitely have misunderstood, but he did not intend to explain and replied: "Is the lottery not over yet?"
Shang Dong'er was a little surprised and blurted out: "Aren't you afraid that I will misunderstand you?"
Zhang Heng smiled and said, "It's okay if there's a misunderstanding. Haven't you seen me kill people with your own eyes?" He also understood that since Shang Dong'er said it was a misunderstanding, he must have had an idea. She was joking about him.
"That's right, but I think it's okay for you to kill criminals. Why do you want to kill others? I can see that this is not your true personality." Shang Dong'er asked with some confusion.
Zhang Heng shook his head and said: "Sister Dong, let's go up!"
Shang Donger suddenly said: "Well, if you don't want to say it, forget it, but if Xiaomei asks you, will you say it?"
"Fu Mei?" Zhang Heng pondered for a moment and replied: "I won't say it now, but I should explain it later."
"What about Xiao Yin instead?" Shang Dong'er asked again.
He opened his mouth, seemingly shouting silently, and finally sighed: "I won't let her know about this kind of thing. Come on, Sister Dong, it's time for me to go up and show my face."
Looking at Zhang Heng's back, Shang Dong'er frowned. Xiaomei was arguing with Guo Chunyan at this time. Other people's cousins knew how to help, so she, as a biological sister, also took action, but unexpectedly she asked a question.
Confused answer, what does what Zhang Heng just said mean?
A person can know, but now he can’t explain it. A person can’t know it, so naturally there is no explanation. It’s confusing!
Zhang Heng was actually alluding to space. It would be too cruel to exterminate a whole family if he made a mistake. If he really did it, it would definitely breed animalistic nature, but if these people were brought to space for labor reform, there would be no psychological burden.
I really can't tell which one is more cruel, killing with one knife or being a slave for ten thousand years!
Suddenly, an evil spirit roared out from his chest, and Zhang Heng's eyes instantly turned cold. Maybe it wasn't that he couldn't be killed, it all depended on his temperament at that time. He shook his head, just to be happy in his heart, not based on values or other people's opinions.