Chapter 2846 Jin Chunqiu, who is not far from being starved to death
"...A pigeon delivers a message, and the message can be sent thousands of miles away in one day." Wang Xuance couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Suddenly, he thought of an interesting anecdote. Back then, the relationship between King Wei Li Tai and His Majesty was the closest.
His Majesty raised a few white falcons specifically to deliver messages to the Wei Palace, and even made several trips in one day.
Here's the truth... Nine times out of ten, it must have been the idea of Cheng Sanlang, who was very clever and could always come up with many fantastic ideas.
"But what method did Little Taibao Cheng come up with?"
The two shopkeepers nodded their heads in unison, with expressions of admiration on their faces.
"Sir, you are wise. It was Xiao Cheng Taibao, the chairman of our Han-Tang Commercial Bank, who brought this about."
Cheng Sanlang, the chairman of the Han-Tang Commercial Bank, was definitely the soul figure for the Han-Tang Commercial Bank.
Without this soul man's various whimsical ideas and jumping up and down, there would be no Han and Tang Dynasty trading houses that are already spread all over the Tang Dynasty and inside and outside the Tang Dynasty, and their business is booming.
There are many unique products offered by Han and Tang Dynasty trading houses, most of which are the result of Cheng Sanlang's hard work.
Think about those white folded cloths that are sold all over the world, as well as white sugar and refined salt as white as snow, and of course all kinds of soaps, skin care products, perfumes, etc. that make women all over the world crazy...
All in all, the merchant houses of the Han and Tang dynasties were able to grow bigger and bigger, and were valued and even protected by the powerful in all the Tang kingdoms.
Just because the Han and Tang dynasties brought unprecedented good treasures to the Tibetan countries, they were also afraid that the Han and Tang dynasties would be bullied locally, so they directly withdrew their counters.
Then, they will wait to be surrounded by the tears and complaints of their beloved wives and daughters at home.
This is why, even in the war-torn Three Kingdoms era of the peninsula, the Han and Tang Dynasty trading houses were still able to do business here with ease and flourish.
When I heard that shopkeeper Xue introduced in detail that Jin Chunqiu and a dozen of his subordinates were currently being held in prison.
But the way he was detained was the same as that of ordinary prisoners. In other words, in the eyes of the powerful Goguryeo official Yeon Gaesumun, the Fengyue Lord of Silla Kingdom was just a bargaining chip and not worth his time.
Much thought.
This made Wang Xuance feel relieved and smiled. "It seems that this matter should not be too difficult."
"Come on, come on, shopkeeper Xue, tell Wang, are there any other Goguryeo people in Pyongyang?"
"Of course there is..." Shopkeeper Xue Da nodded and said without hesitation.
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"It's time to eat, it's time to eat..." A shout sounded in the dark prison.
The prisoners who were imprisoned in the cell jumped up immediately, picked up their own broken bowls, and extended the broken bowls out of the railings to swing up and down.
Just like a beggar begging on the street, there are more than ten Silla people among these prisoners.
Half a month ago, they were all covered in silks and satins and had fine clothes and fine food, but no one expected that.
They were originally guests of Silla's powerful minister Yeon Gaesumun, but after the other party fell out, they were thrown into such a miserable place.
We began to live a life that was worse than death. At the beginning, everyone was still stubborn and refused to eat the food they came to, but they only had one lunch.
After dinner, everyone humiliatedly picked up the broken bowls that were distributed, holding the bowls in one hand and spreading them out with the other like beggars.
Waiting for the prisoner to ladle a bowl of vegetable porridge into their bowls, and then put two steamed buns that were hard and seemed to be mixed with sand into their hands.
In the first two days, eating was extremely painful. After a few days, the food they received every day was only enough to survive.
I no longer have the energy to think that the food is not exquisite enough and the vegetable soup is too bland.
I am not even willing to communicate. I just want to take a good rest after eating, so that the feeling of hunger will come later.
As for Jin Chunqiu, this handsome-looking leader of Hwarang, Feng Yuezhu.
At this moment, he had already become unkempt, but he looked more stubborn, sitting in the cell, motionless.
While the prison guards were distributing food, the Goguryeo prison leader was swaying and gnawing on a plump roast chicken.
When he came to Jin Chunqiu's cell, he looked at the Silla minister sitting in the straw, spit out a chicken bone into the cell, and shouted.
"How about it, have you figured it out? If you have figured it out, you can have wine and meat?"
The aroma of roasted chicken oil instantly made Jin Chunqiu feel that the peristalsis of his intestines seemed to speed up a lot.
Even the secretion of saliva in his mouth became extremely vigorous. Jin Chunqiu exhausted his willpower and slowly turned his head to the side.
Seeing Jin Chunqiu's refusal to agree, the prison boss couldn't help but become furious and cursed at Jin Chunqiu.
Then he threw the half-eaten roast chicken into the cell next to him.
This directly caused the prisoners in the cell to rush towards the roasted chicken like crazy.
They fight each other just to get the roast chicken. Even if they get punched and kicked three times, as long as they can get a bite, it's still worth it.
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Jin Chunqiu closed his eyes tightly and clenched his hands into fists until he heard the cell leader leave cursing and the sound of fighting in the cell next to him finally ended.
Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two nests thrown in the cell, as well as the pickle porridge in the broken wooden bowl.
He could only force himself to stand up, walk over unsteadily, pick up the bun, and try to control his urge to take a big bite.
He took a bite of steamed buns, then drank a mouthful of pickled vegetable porridge, and continued to eat slowly, trying to prevent himself, as an important minister of Silla, from looking too embarrassed even in such a difficult and difficult environment.
After he finished eating and his stomach was barely half full, he was about to go back and close his eyes to eat when he heard a low cry from the cell next door.
"Yimao (the second-ranking official in Silla)... Now that the matter has come to this, please think of a way, otherwise, we will all die in the hands of this Goguryeo man."
"Yes, Master Feng Yue, we would rather die on the battlefield than die in such a miserable state in a Goguryeo prison."
"It's too humiliating to be humiliated and humiliated like this, and you may even starve to death. That's too humiliating."
"Master Fengyue, please..."
Jin Chunqiu slowly turned his head, looked down at these confidants, and managed to squeeze out a smile.
"Everyone, Goguryeo, you definitely don't dare to starve us to death. Trust me, if we continue to persevere..."
"But how long are we going to hold on? If we continue like this, there's no telling whether we can return to Silla alive."