Prince Anfeng's people did official business for a month and ate and drank in Meizhuang for a month. In fact, there were not many treasures washed down from the mountain, not even a tenth of the ones originally buried with them. However, these things were not worth much if they were turned into money.
Too bad.
In order to take care of Lao Ming's feelings, Prince Anfeng specially called people to come to Meizhuang to estimate the purchase. Because many of them were treasures from the royal family of Emperor Xian and had collection value, so the price was very high and all the treasures were sold.
, leaving nothing behind, converted into silver, there were 1,100,000 taels.
When Lao Ming heard this, he was immediately elated. One million taels, according to the previously agreed share, he could get 550,000 taels.
The shopkeeper invited an escort to transport the treasure. As soon as they left, Lao Ming took out the receipt and looked at Prince Anfeng with a smile, "Uncle, you can give your nephew as much as you should."
Prince Anfeng was unambiguous and said: "Don't worry, I will do what I say, and there is written evidence to prove it. You wait first, I have to divide them first, and then I will divide you and me."
When Lao Ming heard this, he was very suspicious, "Who else should I give it to?"
A group of old men in black took a step forward in unison, with overwhelming momentum, and said in unison: "I'll wait!"
When Lao Ming saw that these hundreds of people were all escorts, it was about paying their wages, so he didn't care and said, "Okay, let's pay them first."
Even if you take 100,000 taels as salary, you still have 500,000 taels, that's fine.
But Prince Anfeng took the banknotes with a face value of 10,000 taels, one for each person, and distributed them.
Lao Ming was confused and quickly reached out to hold Prince Anfeng, "Uncle, why are you sharing so much?
Does everyone have ten thousand taels?”
Prince Anfeng said as he handed it out: "Yes, they work hard and have great achievements, so naturally they should get more. We haven't put in much effort, so let's get less. Do you have any objections?"
Lao Ming almost died. Of course he had objections. How could he not have any objections?
"We can't divide it like this!"
Prince Anfeng casually handed a stack of silver notes to the old man in black shadow and motioned for him to divide them. Then he looked back at Lao Ming and discussed in an amiable tone: "In your opinion, how should we divide them?
Let’s go over there and talk about it in detail.”
Lao Ming's eyes turned black and he looked at the shadowy old man quickly dividing the banknotes. What else could he say?
By the time we finish talking, the money will have been distributed long ago.
He couldn't hold his breath, held up the note, raised it, and shouted: "Don't divide it yet. Uncle, look at the note. It's agreed that each of us will get half of it. If you want to divide it between them, take your own share, not mine."
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Prince Anfeng pointed to the paper, "Yes, I will give you 50% of my share, which is half..." He turned back and asked the old man in shadow, "Have you finished the distribution?
How much is left?”
The shadowy old man held a few thousand taels of banknotes as thin as cicada wings, "One hundred thousand taels, but Brother Man has the decision-making power, she should get 95,000 taels, and the remaining five thousand taels are yours!"
Prince Anfeng smiled and said, "Okay, then I will have five thousand taels. I will give my nephew half of the five thousand taels, and you will get 2,500 taels."
Lao Ming was so angry that smoke came out of his nose, "Two thousand five hundred taels?"
Didn’t that Gu lose even his rice money?”
Prince Anfeng rolled his eyes at him, and then smiled broadly, "Look what you said, I have already calculated it for you. You have spent about a thousand taels of food and meat for this month at best, and you still picked up one in vain.
Thousands and five hundred taels, and it’s effortless. Aren’t you happy to get it for nothing?
Go out and ask where there is such a good job where you can earn one thousand five hundred taels a month?
I, the king, plan this matter, don’t you only earn so much for your hard work?
Okay, stop talking, I will give you an extra five hundred taels to make up for three thousand taels, is that appropriate?"
Lao Ming's eyes darkened and he was choked to the point that he couldn't say a word. He could only watch helplessly as he handed over three thousand taels of silver notes, then turned around and left with a large team.
"uncle!"
He shouted sharply, stopped Prince Anfeng, and ran over, "We can't divide it like this."
Prince Anfeng turned around, his eyes were filled with coldness, and he raised the note, "What's going on?
It’s written in black and white, do you want to admit it?
Do you even want to bully your uncle?
I heard that you teach your disciples to be filial, but you don’t know how to be filial. Isn’t it ridiculous?”
Prince Anfeng looked like he was being persecuted, facing him with grievance and anger.
Lao Ming stared at him blankly, letting the written evidence brush against his face, and letting the mountain wind blow over his desolate back. He could not say a single word from his mouth, but felt a chill in his heart. The written evidence was
It is so ironic that the person who was supposed to protect him ended up protecting the villain. It is unfair! "Tell me, are you going to break the contract?"
Prince Anfeng narrowed his eyes in an accusatory and questioning manner.
"No...don't dare!"
After all, Lao Ming's momentum was weakened. Although he secretly resented it, he couldn't say a word.
"Don't look so aggrieved. Tell me, what did the king say back then?
I'll give you half of my share, right?
We have the paperwork, right?"
"Yes...but you didn't say you wanted to give..." Prince Anfeng pointed to the group of men in black and asked Lao Ming, "Have they been working in the mountains for a full month?
You can't rest until the sun rises and sets, and you can see all the hard work, right?"
"This...is seeing."
“They have dug up so much gold and silver treasure with their blood and sweat, should they get a share?
It's like three people going to mine, one person is responsible for planning, and the other two are responsible for digging, can you not share it with the person responsible for mining?"
"This... this is definitely not possible, but the nature is different. They are your people."
Prince Anfeng sneered, "What happened to my people?
Are my people inferior to others?
Aren’t my people eligible to share the money?
During your reign, they secretly maintained stability and contributed to several border raids. They participated in the Honglie Siege and the Northern Desert War, and were injured. Did they receive a penny of military pay?
Have you ever had a meal from the imperial court?
Have you ever used weapons provided by the imperial court?
Why don't we give them money for their retirement now that the world is peaceful and prosperous?
It's not like I took it from your pocket. This is all money from outside. They worked hard to dig it out. You and I stood by and watched and got thousands of taels for nothing. What else are you dissatisfied with?
How can you be mean to them?"
After saying these words, Lao Ming automatically lowered his head, then raised his head again, full of respect for the old men in black, his eyes sparkling with tears, "Uncle, my nephew was off-centered for a moment, I hope you will forgive me, heroes,
Beitang will always owe you."
Prince Anfeng lost his sullen look and showed a gentle look again, "It's okay if you know you were wrong."
He turned around and called everyone, "I would like to thank the Emperor for your kindness during these days!"
Everyone who was counting the banknotes hurriedly raised their hands and said in unison: "Thank you to the Emperor for your kindness during these days!"
The sound was loud! Lao Ming returned the gift with his hands in his hands, his eyes blurred with tears. After all, these people still devoted their lives to Beitang.
In this way, Prince Anfeng led everyone down the mountain. Lao Ming stood for a long time, watching them, and slowly calmed down from the excitement, but still felt aggrieved. Why was he wrong in the end?
Concubine Hu quietly walked over, gently held his arm, and said: "Your Majesty is right, the money should be allocated to them for their old age. For decades, they have not received any salary from the court, but they still guard the country of Beitang.
They are worthy of respect!"
Lao Ming sighed and handed the money to Princess Hu, "Gu knows better and doesn't really care. I just pity my uncle for being so old and doing such sneaky things. In fact, he could just follow him openly."
Solitary said."
"If he says it, do you agree?"
Concubine Hu asked.
Lao Ming frowned and said sternly: "I don't agree, I'm still angry about the loss of Meizhuang for one million taels!"