Sichuan, Dujiangyan, Qingcheng Mountain, with towering ancient trees and surrounded by peaks, looks like spring all year round, hence the name Qingcheng
Although it was already early summer, Qingcheng Mountain was still cool and cool. A breeze blew by, and the tea sellers walking along the tree-lined paths in the mountains suddenly cheered with joy.
There were quite a few tea sellers, dozens of them, each carrying heavy bricks of tea. When the wind blew, his whole body felt cool. A young man who was no more than ten years old breathed a sigh of relief and said to a man next to him: "
Brother-in-law, let’s take a break. We got up early today. Don’t worry about not being able to make it. Look at the cool wind blowing. Let’s sit down and feel comfortable. (Sit down and feel comfortable.)”
The big man had a strong build and looked mature, but he was actually only twenty-four or five years old. After hearing what the young man said, he glared at him: "Hammer (a colloquial habit, similar to 'fuck'), your baby will cry when it comes out.
What do you mean? It’s a very light thing. I picked it up all the way to Qingcheng without a second thought. Now I’ve only walked a few steps and can’t walk anymore? Be upright and don’t brag!”
The young man was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head: "I thought it was heavy at first."
The big man wanted to say something more, but a middle-aged businessman next to him smiled and said: "Okay, okay, Brother Bo, don't scold Brother Shun. He is still young and doesn't know how to be harsh. From now on, you will know how to sit down and sit down, Bo."
Brother’s body is overbearing (good), we can’t do that.”
The big man laughed when he saw the middle-aged dealer saying the same thing: "Well, let's take a rest. Shunzi, I'm so stupid. Let's find some water for Uncle An."
Shunzi seemed a little afraid of his brother-in-law. As soon as he listened to his instructions, he immediately took a big ladle and went to greet Brother Shuibo. The tea vendors behind him all sat down on the roadside. They greeted each other busily before sitting back next to Uncle An.
Sighing: "Uncle An, have you heard the rumors in the city?"
"What are the rumors?" An Shu asked curiously.
"I heard that the emperor is going to carry out reforms!" Bo Geer said worriedly.
"Reform? What kind of reform? Oh, Brother Bo, this is a matter for the big men in the court. We are miserable, selling our labor to make ends meet. Who cares what kind of reform they do?"
Bo Geer grimaced and frowned deeply: "But I heard from the gentleman in town that the emperor's reform is not good! He wants to steal money from us Kuhaha!"
Uncle An was shocked: "How is that possible?" His eyes widened: "Um... why is the emperor robbing us Kuhaha of money? Didn't Sir, sir, say that everything in the world belongs to the emperor? What is he robbing us for?
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Bo Geer scratched his forehead and said sadly: "I don't know, but...it seems that someone in the city has said that we may not be able to sell tea in the future. They say that the imperial court wants to sell it exclusively, so we are not allowed to sell it."
Uncle An stared: "Why? I've been selling tea bricks for half my life, why shouldn't I be allowed to sell them? I don't make any dirty money, I just picked them by myself, and I'm not breaking the law!"
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Bo Geer was also a little angry: "That's why Mr. said that the emperor's reform is not easy to spread. Mr. said, we are not allowed to sell it. The court will sell it by itself, and the money will go to the court to make money for the old man. This is called serving the people... and
What are the people doing... Ah, competing with the people for profit!"
Uncle An said angrily: "Salt is not allowed to be sold, iron is not allowed to be sold, and now tea bricks are not allowed to be sold. Are we going to starve to death?"
Bo Geer snorted: "I asked around, and the court didn't allow us to sell it, but they themselves are too lazy to sell it, so they asked Shuai Mansion in Chengdu to sell it! By then, all the tea bricks in the province can only be sold to Shuai Mansion.
Then Shuaifu transported them to various prefectures and counties, and finally the people from Shuaifu sold them."
Uncle An understood it as soon as he heard this. Although he had never read a book, he had been a tea seller for most of his life, so he still knew the ropes of business: "If the whole province is only allowed to sell to Shuai Mansion, then the price will definitely fall.
If Shuaifu doesn't accept it, what are you going to do? Leave it in the house and break it? In the end, you have to sell it at a low price and lose money. Then when Shuaifu sells it, because he is the only one selling the goods, the price must be high!
When we grow and make tea, we lose money, and those who buy tea spend more. We, the tea sellers, are the worst to die. We will starve to death! The only ones who make money are Shuai Fu, which is just like doing a business without capital!"
Bo Geer snorted: "Shuai Mansion is a business without capital. The last time I went to Yuzhou to inquire about the price, I heard many people there saying that it was because Chao Dashan of Yuzhou refused to talk to Shuai Mansion.
We drove up the price of rice together, and were accused by the Commander-in-Chief's Office. They executed everyone in their family and their property was confiscated!"
"Chao Dashan?" Uncle An thought for a while and asked doubtfully: "That 'Ten Thousand Family Lives Buddha' Chao Dashan?"
"If it's not him, who else?" Bo Geer affirmed.
Uncle An was extremely surprised: "Chao Dashan is a good person. That year when there was a famine, he opened a warehouse to release grain for disaster relief. I heard that he put 200,000 shi of rice in it! Such a big warehouse was empty a lot! He is the Buddha of thousands of families.
!...Why did the commander-in-chief ask him about his crime!?"
Bo Geer sneered: "If the Shuai Mansion wants to press charges, what other reasons do we need! Let's just say that he colluded with the Tibetan barbarians and colluded with the Nanzhao (Dali) barbarians. Who else knows what's going on? It's not like the Shuai Mansion just said it.
That’s it!”
Uncle An lamented: "Shuai Mansion is so unupright (Sichuan saying that a person who is not upright is a great insult)! Mr. Chao Dashan is so good at bringing Buddhas to thousands of families, they are all so evil! I remember Miss Chao
During that time, she stayed at the porridge shop every day for fear of starving to death. Some women (referring to women, "mother" in Sichuan dialect does not have a derogatory meaning) who fainted from hunger, even helped her into the shop to take care of them!
What a good man!...Has he been killed by the handsome man now too?"
"I don't know." Bogor shook his head. How could people of their status know these things?
Uncle An sighed: "What a pity, what a pity."
Brother Bo'er was furious and whispered: "What if the court really doesn't allow us to sell tea? I, Wang Bo, have been selling tea since I was fourteen, and it's been eleven years! Apart from running tea, I have nothing else to do.
If you don’t know how to do it, I’ll kill you if you don’t sell tea?”
"What to do, what to do, cold salad!" Uncle An sighed: "You are not allowed to sell it by the handsome manor, how can you still sell it? There are two provinces, Sichuan and Guizhou, and the handsome manor doesn't agree, and the imperial edict is not effective! How can you still catch it?
Zi (what to do)?”
A sharp light flashed in Bo Geer's eyes: "If you don't give me a way to survive, I will do whatever I want! Anyway, I will die. If I make trouble with him, I will be afraid of a hammer! If I die, I will die for thousands of years!" (This article is published on 17,
Support the genuine version!) Uncle An was shocked and hurriedly pulled him over, covering up and saying: "Brother Bo, you are crazy! Who are you against? Shuaifu? How can you rebel against him? Don't forget, Leng Xiang has ten
An army of 20,000 people! Even the emperor could do nothing to him. He sealed the pass and defended it, and the emperor could only stare at him! Why are you rebelling single-handedly? You think you are Changshan Zhao Zilong!"
Bo Geer stiffened his neck and said, "Am I alone? Our two caravans, those who came out and those who didn't come out, total two hundred people! Now the Leng family is exploiting so much, we just need to show our flag.
Shout, I didn’t know many people would join us in this! I’m afraid of a hammer!”
Uncle An said sincerely: "Brother Bo, don't be impulsive. Now that the Tibetan barbarians and Nanzhao barbarians are honest, the Leng family's 120,000 troops will have nothing to do. If they cause trouble now, when the army comes, everything will be over."
, it can’t be done!”
Bo Geer waved his hands and said: "If you don't do it, you will starve to death if you don't do it. Anyway, it is death. If we kill a few of them, I will feel at ease!"
Uncle An made a sad face: "When the time comes, he becomes a rebel, and his ancestral graves will be dug up!"
Bo Geer said: "Uncle An, if you want to see it, I won't talk about the officials and landlords, but the policemen in our county and those who guard the city gates. They have nine guan of money a month! (approximately equal to the monthly salary)
Six thousand yuan) This is not counting the usual deductions from passing merchants. Zhang Niuer's father (the youngest uncle, called Yao Dad in some places in Sichuan) is a guard guarding the gate.
An income of twenty guan (approximately a little over 13,000 RMB)! Look at how miserable we are. Haha, we work so hard every day on the road, picking things up and delivering them, and we only have two or three guan in a month! It’s better now, old emperor.
When we get excited while sitting in Luoyang City, we are not even allowed to sell tea bricks, and why are we not allowing people to live? Isn’t this the opposite, we have to starve to death to be comfortable?"
Uncle An stopped talking, looked at the busy ants on the ground with dull eyes, and sighed: "When my Siya family was sold, it was only worth two or four dollars... She is already eleven years old, and her hands and feet are very nimble.
I can also speak, and I was supposed to be able to do so in two years... Alas!"
Bo Geer patted the stone beside him: "That's right! Uncle An, look at the world, this is what it is! Why do they have so much land that they can't even count it? They can't even measure it accurately. They would rather eat endless meat.
They dumped the food without giving any food to us, hahaha. When they saw so many of us poor people starved to death, and several tenths of the population in the city were reduced, they also said, "If you die, you will save trouble." This kind of handsome mansion has no humanity at all!
They have killed tens of thousands of living Buddhas like Master Chao Dashan, so how can we, the untouchables, still have a way to survive?"
Uncle An thought about it, and finally said: "Well, Brother Bo, please don't worry. When we get the goods this time, we will go to the city and find some literate gentlemen to ask if the emperor is really bad."
It is planned to keep us alive. If there is no such thing, we will still sell our tea bricks honestly. If...then we will have to do what you said, no!
"Okay! Uncle An, I believe you!" Brother Bo slapped the stone, suddenly turned his head, and shouted: "Which one?"
Shunzi emerged from the woods behind him: "Don't panic, don't panic, it's me, it's me!" He picked up a ladle of water, ran over and handed it to Uncle An: "Uncle An, you drink water
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Uncle An took it with a smile, but Brother Bo asked, "How long has it been since your baby came?"
Shunzi chuckled: "Hahaha, hahaha (for a while)"
Bo Geer looked at him: "Then did you hear what I just said?" (This article was published on the 17th, support the original version!) "Yes, brother-in-law." Shunzi didn't care: "I'm telling you, brother-in-law, I passed by to study last time.
When I was in the library, I listened to Mr. Liu's lecture, saying that a teacher must be famous, well, that's... Anyway, it means that if we want to rebel, we must have a reason and a slogan, and we can't just work indiscriminately!"
Bo Geer didn't expect that his brother-in-law was still a bit skilled (sweat), so he asked: "The reason is ready, we can't live anymore, we must kill corrupt officials! We must... kill the landlords!"
"Well," Shunzi said, "What about the slogan? Let's kill corrupt officials and landowners, and just keep killing indiscriminately? It's useless no matter how much we kill, because others won't do it with us!"
Bogor had a flash of inspiration: "I know! If we kill corrupt officials, we will divide the corrupt officials' money. If we kill the landlords, we will divide the landlords' land. All the brothers who work with us can get it! This way we won't be afraid.
No one is with us anymore!”
Shunzi and Uncle An's eyes lit up together: "What a great idea!"
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