Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 25 What kind of society is this

"Damn it, you're too cruel! You're too cruel!" Zhang Zhao, Zhang Erlang, whom Ma Yaozi was thinking of, was completely overwhelmed at this time, his eyes widened and he kept sighing.

What surprised Zhang Zhao was none other than Ge Duo, an old thing. The location of the library is in the 33 Avalokitesvara Temple behind the stone building. After the image, a huge hole appeared.

"Mr. Erlang, let's go!" The old Zhang Zhong next to him was swaying excitedly, and Qi Xiahu looked like he was about to cry.

Because when he, the lord of a village, could only have a pinch of salt every two days, there were fifty bags of coarse salt from Ganzhou in Ge Duo's warehouse, and one bag weighed at least thirty catties. A hundred catties of salt!Save enough to feed the 200 people in their cottage for two years.

The third lady Cao took a look at Zhang Zhao, she knew what Zhang Zhao meant when he said that his heart was too cruel.

Ge Duo's subordinates only controlled less than 500 people, and there were still about 400 people he had to win over. There are more than [-] sons, daughters and relatives, and the rest, who can be exploited by Ge Duo, are less than [-] people.

Just a cursory look at the storehouse in this basement, it must be exploited to such an outrageous degree that it is possible to accumulate so much cloth, money and food!
"Loyal man, let people move all these things out, Qiong Re Duojin, call all the people in this village, your relatives also bring here, kill cattle and sheep, I have something to say to them."

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'Moo!Moo! ' A yak tied to a stake roared with reluctance on its face, obviously it also felt something was wrong.

Opposite the yak, Qi Xiahu had just finished washing the knives with boiling water, and then began to wash himself in a pair of short-nosed shorts in the cold wind under the eyes of everyone.

His wife and younger brother sang and danced behind Qi Xiahu, Zhang Zhao listened carefully, good guy, what he was chanting was the mantra of rebirth, and he was giving salvation to the yak in front of him.

When Zhang Zhaozheng was a little confused, Mrs. Cao San beside him had already closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, and old Zhang Zhong also clasped her palms together in a very pious manner.

"Although this long-haired cow can't plow the land, it's still a cow! It's a sin! Namo Amida Poye, Dotagata Ye, Dodi Yeta."

You are guilty of a hair!You obviously swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, okay?Zhang Zhao couldn't help but want to complain, okay!He looked left and right, as long as it was Han'er's, everyone was clasping their hands together and reciting the mantra of passing away.

This is killing cattle!In this era, a cow is more important than the life of an ordinary farmer. Although the yaks on the opposite side cannot be used to cultivate the land, they still give the yaks the treatment of farming cattle.

As soon as the Tongsheng mantra was finished, Qi Xiahu walked towards the tied yaks with a piece of black cloth.

It’s amazing to say that whenever the black cloth covered the eyes of the yak, the yak would kneel down directly, and then stabbed the yak with a knife without much struggle, and the blood of the yak filled a tree. The blindfolded yak was shaking slightly while the bucket was being loaded.

After a while, all four yaks were taken care of, and seven or eight long-haired sheep that were grazing leisurely on the hillside just now were caught, but they were not treated so well. The Uighur held a short knife, flung his hands wildly, and the whole sheepskin was peeled off after a while.

At the same time as the slaughter of cattle and sheep, several women who followed began to pour cleaned corn into several large pots set up on the temporary stove. Pieces of ghee and large tea bricks were also poured into it. In the other cauldron, the oil-rich aroma spread far away.

This looks like it's about to eat!Could it be that the new Dagan wants to reward them with meat?A large group of shy shepherds were drooling and staring at the beef, mutton and butter tea, as if they really wanted to come but dared not come.

They didn't even dare to take more things when they just took down the Ge Duo stone building. They obviously killed dozens of Ge Duo's relatives viciously, but they didn't dare to approach Zhang Zhao's side at all.

But the adults could bear it, but the children couldn't. They didn't dare to come up to get food directly, but greedily inhaled the aroma around the cauldron where the buttered tea was being cooked, as if they could suck the buttered tea into the air. The same goes in the stomach.

Gradually, seeing that Zhang Zhao didn't give the order to drive the children away, the adults also tentatively came over. I don't know who took the lead, and people kept kneeling on the cold ground, as if they wanted to kneel down to beg Zhang Zhaoda. Show mercy.

There were more and more people, and after a while, at least 50 people, old and young, kneeled in the open space where cattle were slaughtered and sheep were boiled, men knelt in front and women kneeled behind. The little kid also leaned close to the fire, staring at him blankly!
Opened his mouth, Zhang Zhao didn't know what to say. The group of people in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable. It's not that he hasn't seen the poor. .

Zhang Zhao felt that the life of left-behind children who ate potato rice for three meals and could only eat some meat every now and then, without drinks, toys, TV, and without their parents, would be miserable enough.But compared with the group of people in front of him, they are at least dozens of times happier!
For the group of people in front of them, only the men kneeling in the front two rows have complete clothes, and the ones in the back are all wrapped in tattered things of unknown material, which cannot be called clothes. There is no such thing as trousers, anyway, it’s just a piece of rag sewed on with animal skins, just like animals.

In such a cold winter, there were not even rotten sackcloth and animal hair exposed from the holes in their clothes, but clumps of hay.

This way of dressing, Zhang Zhao heard from his great-grandfather when he was a child, that poor people have nothing to keep warm in winter, so they can only store some hay and stuff them into their clothes, and then use rope or kudzu vines to tie the clothes tightly to keep warm!

Everyone was dark, as if they had never taken a bath, most of them had no shoes, and pairs of black and blue feet appeared in front of Zhang Zhao's eyes. When the cold wind blows, the crowd trembles like leaves in the wind!

Look at the children by the fire, you can't tell their ages at all, all the children look thin and small, their thin arms make their heads look big, and you can't tell which are boys and which are boys. It's a girl, because they all look alike!
There were two bubbles of snot that seemed to never dry up on those faces that were flushed from the cold, and the ears and hands were covered with chilblains, and there was no innocence and agility in the eyes, only longing, longing for food, longing for food. The desire to dress warmly.

Only when they twitch their noses hard and smell the aroma of meat and ghee from the pot, you can see a little human expression on their faces.

What the hell kind of society is this? How did Ge Duo manage to squeeze people like this?

After inhaling for a long time, Zhang Zhao wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he could only wave his hand.

"Let's eat! Let's have a fucking full meal first!"

(End of this chapter)