In early summer, the capital becomes more and more lively, and the streets are crowded with people. Men and women put on brightly colored summer shirts and walk through the streets lined with shops and hawking goods.
But the noise on the street suddenly stopped, and at the same time, the crowded people gave way, and a group of people appeared in sight.
Their clothes were bright, complicated and dazzling, and the heavy thumping of their horses' hooves on the ground seemed to strike everyone's heart.
They ignored the hustle and bustle on the street and galloped as if they were in a deserted wilderness.
But indeed, no one dares to block their horses' hooves. If they kill you, you will be judged as obstructing an errand. Not only will you die in vain, but your relatives will be implicated.
So there is no need to shout, as long as they see this clothes, no matter men, women, old or young, beggars or rich men, even the court officials will avoid it.
This team of uniformed guards galloped down the street, like a knife passing through them, coming and going in an instant, and the crowd separated and gathered again.
"Who is going to be unlucky again?"
"It looks like the house is being raided."
People on the street were talking in low voices as they watched the team leaving like wolves and tigers, but there were also voices that were different from the past in the discussion.
"Copy, copy more, it will be faster than snatching money from small traders."
These words made the people who were talking quiet for a moment.
"It can't be compared like this." An old man in the teahouse said, "It's for the purpose of repairing the streets. The vendors on the streets and by the bridges and rivers should also be taken care of."
"Why didn't you care before?" someone immediately retorted.
"There weren't so many people before." The old man said kindly. "Now there are too many homeless people and beggars outside the city, and it's also a mess."
However, more people refuted this statement.
"Come on, it's your fault that you became a refugee."
"Everyone knows clearly in their hearts that they are just asking for money randomly."
"That's right, I want money and I want to reward Duke Cheng Guo."
The teahouse became noisy and noisy.
The people in the private room on the second floor frowned at the noise downstairs.
"Master." He turned back to the room and said, "What is being said outside is becoming more and more inappropriate. Do you want to stop it?"
There were five men sitting in the room, and one of them looked over after hearing this.
"When we open our doors for business, how can we care about what others say?" He said solemnly, "We who run a teahouse have to guard ourselves against the public. This is inappropriate."
The man by the window bowed his head in response and stepped aside with his hands down.
"I say, Old Dong, what do you think of this matter?" said the man sitting opposite the boss.
"What's there to see? Those small businessmen and hawkers don't have much money." The owner said, "If it's really to raise money for Duke Cheng Guo's reward, it would be too shabby."
"Old Dong, this is not a matter of more money and less money." Another man coughed lightly and said, stroking the beard on his forehead, his eyes sparkling, "This matter cannot be tolerated."
"Yes, this time they are attacking small businessmen, next time it will be us." Another man frowned and said, "After tasting the benefits, the government's appetite will become bigger and bigger."
Dong Dongjia, who was sitting in the middle making tea, put down the tea in his hand.
"Then what do you think we should do?" he said. "The government didn't ask the merchants to reward the merchants with silver coins, and it didn't rectify the big merchants like us. If we ask for an explanation, wouldn't it be just making trouble without causing trouble?"
People in the room looked at each other, and some smiled.
"I think this is the cleverness of the government." He said, "A dull knife cuts meat and warm water boils frogs."
"Yes." Someone nodded and looked at everyone present, "They know that if they directly ask for money from big businessmen like us, it is absolutely impossible and they will definitely be opposed, so this time they only ask for money.
Those small businessmen and hawkers took action. Firstly, those people were too weak to make waves. Secondly, we people would just sit back and watch because it had nothing to do with us. When the incident passed like this, everyone got used to it. Next time
They will take action against us, and then they can use precedent as an excuse."
People in the room nodded and whispered.
"The government is so poisonous," Dong Dongjia sighed.
"We can't just let it go like this." A man said, snapping at the case, "We have to let them know that this is not okay."
People in the room nodded.
"But what should we do? How can we let them know that this matter is not going to work and that we are not involved in it?" everyone asked.
"Let's do this." Dong Dongjia suddenly said, "It's not easy for small businessmen and hawkers, so let's help if we can."
Everyone looked at him.
"How can I help?" someone asked in a low voice, "You need to be famous as a teacher."
Dong Dongjia smiled.
"What do you want to call a group of small businessmen?" he said, putting the opened tea cakes in the boiling water. "They are just asking for food. If there is no food, of course they are asking for a way to survive. It will destroy other people's jobs.
Why don't you just talk and cry? It's better to defend the people with your mouth than to defend the river."
Tea is simmering in hot water.
"Just go and talk wherever there are a lot of people."
"Speaking of crowds, isn't Duke Cheng Guo coming back?"
"Parading through the streets to praise his achievements, personally welcomed by the prince, summoned in front of the emperor's city gate, the streets were filled with thousands of people, it was really lively."
"Gong Cheng Guo is famous for his contribution to saving the world and the people. Go and cry for him. Maybe you can find a way to survive."
The teapot was picked up, and the pretty maid distributed the brewed tea to everyone present one by one. The aroma spread throughout the room.
Dong Dongjia raised the teacup.
"Who can save the world and the people?" he said.
Everyone present also laughed and raised their teacups.
"Mr. Cheng Guo." They said in unison.
"Who can let me and other common people have a way out?" Dong Dongjia said again.
"Dong Chengguo." Everyone said in unison.
Dong Dongjia raised the teacup high.
"Your Majesty," he said with a smile.
"Your Majesty." Everyone said in unison with a smile.
The fragrant tea was held up in the distance and drank together.
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As Duke Cheng's army got closer and closer to the capital, matters in the DPRK also centered on welcoming Duke Cheng.
All ministries and yamen are busy with various matters, and the previous matter of collecting donations and salaries seems to have passed and no one mentioned it anymore.
But this is not the case.
There were low voices coming from outside the door, rising and falling, like laughing and making noise, and seemed to be heard clearly but not clearly. This was the most alluring thing.
Ning Yunzhao, who was in the room, suddenly put down the paper and pen in his hand, held his robe and tiptoed close to the door, and put his ear close to the crack of the door.
A colleague in the room looked at this scene in stunned silence.
"Ning..." he blurted out.
Ning Yunzhao hurriedly hissed at him, pointed outside, and leaned against the door again to listen. As soon as he pressed against the door, someone pulled him open.
The man didn't expect someone to stick to the door and let out a frightened exclamation.
The murmurs gathered outside also died down, and many eyes came over.
"Master Ning, you...this..." the person who entered the door said in surprise.
What is this going on?
"Oh, I'm just about to go out." Ning Yunzhao said without changing his expression.
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(On the third day when I can’t code, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it~(>_<)~) (To be continued)