Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 92
Under the cold blade, the lame horse was as silent as a real lame horse.

The short and fat little lord also knelt down on the ground with a plop, and he looked at Zhang Zhao trembling all over.

At first he thought it was a second-generation noble who could fool him, but he didn't expect it to be someone who knows the goods. He brewed his emotions for a few times, and then let out a cry.

"Master Lieutenant! The mine has to send at least [-] catties of charcoal to Wangcheng and nearby states every day. Without this amount, the nobles will not be able to survive the winter!

If one hundred and fifty old miners were taken away, this amount would definitely not be able to be fulfilled. I am waiting for a bitch, there are masters watching from above, please take pity on the lieutenant master! "

As expected of the little lord, he was much more eloquent than a lame horse. Following the cries of the short and fat little lord, the little foremen who had been gathering on the left also knelt down and howled.

They yelled begging the master to have mercy, why should the nobleman embarrass me and wait for the despicable words, making it look like Zhang Zhao is doing something heinous.

Zhang Zhao put the horizontal knife on the lame horse's shoulder and sneered.

"Poor? Do you think you are pitiful? Or are they pitiful?" Zhang Zhao pointed at the miners who didn't know what would happen, but were speechless in fear.

"My lord, if I want to pity anyone, I pity them. They are definitely not you! Don't tell me that you can't complete the daily task of transporting coal to Wangcheng. There is no accumulation in such a large mine. Exactly [-] catties of coal?

Even if you only dig [-] catties a day, look at these people in front of you, as long as your hearts are a little bit more kind, and you eat less food, these people are so healthy, [-] catties is nothing more than a piece of cake?

and also! "

Zhang Zhao turned his head and kicked the short and fat little lord to the ground with a heavy kick.

"Do you think I'm a fool? There are more than [-] people with [-] catties of coal a day. Each of them can't dig out [-] catties of coal a day. Is your master a Buddha? He specializes in saving suffering, right? There is a lot of food and rice. You like raising idlers, don't you?"

The squat little lord's crying stopped immediately, and the expression on his face also froze. This is the consequence of not being able to speak in his head. Of course, he didn't expect Zhang Zhao to catch the loophole in his words so quickly!
"It seems that a certain sword is not very sharp! It's on your neck, how dare you play hide-and-seek with me!"

Zhang Zhao pretended to sigh, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes. He really didn't want to kill people, especially this kind of deprivation of his own life, but these guys just wanted to force him to smear blood!

"Master Lieutenant, don't waste your energy in vain. You should go to Wangcheng to discuss with the real master. Here, even if you kill us servants, it will be useless!"

I'm going to you Made!Zhang Zhao was really pissed off, his face darkened.

"It seems that in the eyes of you people, the edicts of the Great Sage are not as effective as those masters who don't show their faces, right?"

"What kind of pig and dog are you? How dare you speak like that to the school captain? My lord! Please let Duojin kill this thief slave who dares to offend you!"

Qiong Re Duojin ran over from behind with a full face of anger, holding a long Tibetan knife in his hand, and a string of Tubo words came out of his mouth, scolding the lame horse kneeling on the ground.

At this time, Tubo was in a society of slavery, and it was definitely the most serious offense for a slave to dare to speak to a nobleman like this.

"Duojin, what are you waiting for? According to the custom of you Tibetans, I peeled his skin!"

Fanshun really had a flexible mind, before Zhang Zhao could speak, he brought a few people out and yelled at Qiong Re Duojin.

Upon hearing this, Qiong Re Duojin pressed the lame horse's head and knocked him to the ground. He skillfully pressed his knees on the lame horse's neck, and replaced the Tibetan knife in his hand with a short knife.

He unscrewed the millet wine that Zhang Zhao dropped just now and took a big sip, and then sprayed it all on the lame horse's head. With this little wine, Qiong Re Duojin directly started to shave the hair on the lame horse's head.

"Ah! Buddha! Buddha!"

The lame horse, which was silent like a stone just now, screamed loudly, and at the same time began to struggle violently.

But Fanshun and other four people held down his limbs, and Joan Re Duojin held down his neck again. No matter how hard the lame horse struggled, they couldn't break free.

The piercing sound of hard hair shaving was extremely unpleasant, as if it was scratching on the little lord and all the foremen and their hearts, they stopped crying, and their faces were full of panic!
But Zhang Zhao didn't care about them, these guys were all vested interests, and they couldn't ask anything unless they killed a few.

There is no sense of accomplishment in bullying such a lackey, he has a better way.

Zhang Zhao waved his hand, and a few guards from Donghe Prefecture stopped a group of frightened men and women. They seemed to be poor farmers nearby who helped transport coal to the river at the foot of the mountain to earn a little money.

Zhang Zhao asked someone to take a piece of white cotton cloth from the horse's back, and threw it into the leader's woman's arms.

"Help someone cook a meal here, and this piece of cloth will be a reward for you. Of course, you can also have a full meal."

A piece of white cotton cloth is not a small amount of wealth in such a poor peasant household, let alone a full meal.

The woman froze for a moment, then happily took it, and led the crowd to kowtow to Zhang Zhao twice before starting to prepare for cooking.

The pots and stoves were ready-made. Several large bags of millet and round-grained rice were roughly poured into the cauldron. After a while, the aroma came out. Pieces of dried cheese and pots of honey were placed on a dilapidated table. superior.

The cold wind blew gently, and the group of kneeling miners swayed left and right with the smell of food like reeds blown by the wind.

Hundreds of people stared at the pots with eyes like hungry wolves. They swallowed the dry saliva, and there was a beast-like whine from their throats!
Zhang Zhao didn't say a word, he was waiting until the most courageous one, who could ignore tomorrow's death in order to have a meal, would come out.

These miners don't know what Zhang Zhao is here to recruit people for?I don't know if his strength is big enough to take people away from this mine?
Therefore, those who dare to come out at this time will definitely risk their lives. The job of blasting holes is not for those who don't count their own lives, absolutely can't do it!
Finally someone can't take it anymore!

One winter, he wore only a tattered robe and no shoes on his feet. It was made of a few kudzu vines tied to a board and some unknown grass. He bent his waist and gently shook off the crowd to prevent him The hand that went out walked up to Zhang Zhao in fear.

"Master! Are you going to put some food on the table? You shouldn't eat this, right?"

He was talking to Zhang Zhao, but his eyes couldn't help looking at the cooking pot and the cheese piled up on the table!

"Do you want to eat?" Zhang Zhao smiled lightly!
"Think! Think!" The man said twice in a row!
"Then you go! Give him a slap in the face!" Zhang Zhao pointed to the short, fat little lord who was still kneeling on the ground.

The man turned his head to look at the short fat man in a daze. He habitually shook his head lightly, expressing that he didn't dare!

"Then go back! Don't expect to have enough food in your life!" Zhang Zhao curled his mouth, his face full of contempt!

"Eat! Eat enough!" The man took two steps back with difficulty. He didn't dare to go up and hit the short fat man, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't help turning around again, subconsciously muttering "eat, eat enough!" .

Zhang Zhao personally took the bowl of corn rice scooped up from the pot with his own hands. The golden corn was piled high.

A large piece of salted cheese is placed on the hot corn rice. The temperature of the rice gradually melts the cheese, and then it turns into silk threads and lies on the millet rice.

It exudes the alluring light of fat, which is the most important source of protein supplement for human beings. The attraction of a bowl of millet rice soaked in fat to these poor miners is beyond comprehension for future generations.

　Thanks to the book friends of the passing water and ice for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)