The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 662 Li Dashan (Part [-])
The reason why Li Muyun was like a dog every time he saw Li Er was not because he didn't want to 'harden', but because he really couldn't 'harden'.

The aura of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people. It is similar to the original sleepiness where the most powerful bandits tremble when they see special soldiers, and the most powerful thorns bow their heads when they see generals. Of course, the second pole is an exception.

Therefore, although Li Muyun's psychological quality is not bad, but Li Shimin is Li Shimin, the big boss of the Tang Empire, when facing this man, even if he wants to be awesome, he can't be awesome, the legendary bastard is so angry He completely suppressed this daring ex-assassin.

Li Shimin obviously already knew what Lao Cheng and his group of people were looking for, and after listening to Li Muyun's call calmly, he asked, "Then how do you plan to arrange these people?"

Li Muyun said: "I don't want to succeed? Why don't you issue an imperial decree that this is not allowed?"

Li Shimin thought about it for a long time, and finally shook his head: "Your proposal is theoretically possible, but there are still some problems in actual implementation. After all, the disabled soldiers you mentioned are no longer in the army. After retiring, they are civilians. I can't make a decree to interfere with how the people make a living."

Li Muyun was speechless, and smiled wryly: "Then..., does that mean I can only support them?"

Li Shimin gave Li Muyun an appreciative look, nodded at the same time and said: "Theoretically, you can find something for them to do, as long as you don't give them weapons."

Li Muyun's eyes lit up: "Is it okay to raise pigs?"

Li Shimin couldn't react for a while: "What?"

Li Muyun explained: "Oh, it's a pig!"

Looking at Li Muyun who has always been obsessed with raising pigs, Li Shimin snorted with his nose: "I don't care about that, but I have to remind you that the purchasing power of the common people can't afford so much meat right now. It will cost nothing.”

Li Muyun didn't want to but smiled complacently: "No, at most the pigs will be raised in the future and sold to the adults in the court. After all, it is for the disabled soldiers. Everyone has the strength to contribute, and has money to contribute. There is no reason to be alone. Say yes!"

Li Shimin was a little speechless, inexplicably wanting to laugh, thinking that in a year's time, each of his ministers' houses would have hundreds of live pigs, and that scene must be very interesting.

However, after Li Muyun left, His Majesty Li Er felt that something was wrong. After careful consideration, he found that the matter was not as simple as Li Muyun said. What happened to him, Li Muyun?When did he ever make an effort?If you don't make a profit from it, you're a bastard with a conscience.

Thinking of this, Li Er began to feel sorry for Cheng Yaojin and the others. Poor old guy, he probably never dreamed that he would shoot himself in the foot with a rock.

Another two days passed in a blink of an eye, and those disabled retired soldiers began to report to Li Muyun's Zhuangzi in batches, and another group of victims of the disaster tried to come to the Zhuangzi to sign up after reading the recruitment notice posted at the gate of the city.

The monthly income of two hundred cash for a strong laborer is far beyond the imagination of the common people, not to mention that the old and the weak also have fifty cash. If the price is not given by the owner, it is doing good deeds, and it is called a great benevolent person. It is definitely not too much.

But these years, when the hearts of the people are so close, and the victims of the disaster are panic-stricken, they will be somewhat scruples about such a high wage, for fear that there is something tricky in it, so only a few of them are brave enough to go to Zhuangzi.

However, Li Muyun didn't care about these things. Based on the principle of freedom to come and go, he welcomed those who came to sign up, and he would not take the initiative to find those who didn't come to sign up.

On the contrary, the county magistrates of Chang'an and Wannian counties are very concerned about this matter. In order to ensure the stability of the area under their jurisdiction, all the government servants took to the streets to be responsible for the mobilization work, and guaranteed in the name of the government. Spectrum, if something goes wrong, the county will be responsible for compensation.

The victims who rushed to Chang'an were a little skeptical at first, but later found that squatting outside the city is not a problem, after all, people always have to eat, and winter is coming, if they don't find something to do, It is estimated that even if he is not starved to death, he will be frozen to death.

Although the ancient Tang Dynasty had the idea of ​​government relief, since Li Muyun took the matter of the victims into his own hands, the government put aside the matter of relief and did not release any rice.

In desperation, the remaining victims could only choose to work in Li Muyun's village, even if it was a fire pit, they could only jump into it. After all, people have to live, right? Even if the monthly wages are not cashed, at least they can get a bite food, a place to live.

But when these victims came to the construction site with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, almost everyone was dumbfounded.

I saw a large open space at the foot of Lishan Mountain, standing in rows of blue-gray buildings connected together. Those fellow villagers who came to explore the way before them were all wearing clean and uniform clothes, standing at the only way leading to those buildings. On the side of the road, there were baskets one after another, and there seemed to be a lot of clothes in the baskets, and the color should be the same as the clothes on them.

"Sun, Second Sun, what are you doing?" An old man found an acquaintance among the many 'pioneers', and went up to inquire.

"Lao Lizheng, the work on the construction site is heavy and dirty. The king of the county is afraid that everyone will stain his clothes, so he specially prepared these and asked everyone to change them first." Sun Laoer's face was full of indescribable Joy, the tone of his speech was even smug, those who didn't know thought he was the king of the county.

However, the old man obviously didn't care about these things. He took out a piece of clothing from the basket beside him with trembling hands, put it in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and murmured: "Here, this clothes are much cleaner than the old man's. This this……"

The yamen servant from Wannian County Yamen is responsible for leading the way. At this time, he just heard what Lao Lizheng said, and he leaned over and said with a smile: "Old Lizheng, if you want to change it, you can change it. There are many rules in Xiaoyaowang's mansion. If you really want to live a good life, then follow the rules and make sure you don’t suffer.”

"Hmm..." Lao Li kept nodding his head in agreement, and after a while he asked nervously, "Master, this, this dress doesn't cost money, does it?"

At this time, Sun Laoer smiled and interjected: "Lao Lizheng, you are wrong. These clothes are work clothes, and they don't cost money. Everyone puts on such clothes when they go to work. They are resistant to dirt, and they are not expensive. Secondly, the uniform dress can also prevent some outsiders from mixing in."

According to the standards of the Tang Dynasty, two hundred households are the li, and the li is set up.

This little old man was Li Zheng's identity before he escaped from the disaster. He is considered to be a relatively well-known and knowledgeable one among these disaster victims, but even so, this old man still can't accept the reality of giving out clothes before he has done his work. .

In the simple concept of the country people, if you don't work, you are not entitled to take things from your boss, so he doesn't want to put down the clothes in his hands, or put them on his body. He just kept saying: "How can this be done? How can this be done!"

And just when many of the victims could not accept this fact, a fat man walked up to him with two people, and said to Lao Lizheng with a smile: "What's the matter, old man, quickly put on your clothes, and then Follow them to pick a house over there, one for twenty or one for four families is fine, and when you settle down, go eat!"

"They" naturally refers to those victims who came to the construction site in advance to "explore the way", but at this time they no longer look like victims.

"This, my lord..." Lao Li was looking at the rather imposing fat man, and for a moment didn't know what to call him.

At this time, the fat man shook his hand, changed the subject and said, "Are you living a long life this year?"

Because he didn't know the identity of the fat man, Lao Li replied cautiously: "The old man is seventy-six."

"Oh, seven out of sixty, it's not easy!" The fat man sighed, and then asked, "Are all the children here?"

"Oh, yes, they are all behind." Lao Li was nodding, and at the same time called out two men in their forties from behind and said: "These are the old man's two unworthy sons. The daughter has already married to a foreign country. It's not bad, the family has a little money, so I didn't come out this time."

"Oh!" The fat man nodded, and glanced into the crowd again, and found that the old man in front of him seemed to be the oldest. He turned his eyes and asked, "Then you are always literate?"

The old man didn't know what the fat man was going to do, but when it came to literacy, he had some confidence, so he replied in a deep voice: "The old man has studied in the county school for two years when he was young, so he can read some words."

The fat man nodded again and again: "It's good to know how to read. Since you can read, how about you always be responsible for recording the work status of this person?"

"This..." The old man was hesitating a bit. Before he came, he heard from the people in the county government office that he was paid only when he went out to work. Young people paid two hundred cash a month, and the old and weak fifty cash. He is responsible for recording work, so wouldn't there be no money?

Seeing the old man's hesitation, the fat man understood what he was worried about, smiled and said: "Old man, you should hurry up and agree, otherwise the monthly income of five hundred wen will be taken away by others."

"Five, five hundred, one hundred Wen?!" Lao Li and his two sons stared with eyes as big as cow dung, and could hardly believe their ears.

Fatty nodded with great certainty: "Yes, your job has great responsibilities, so the salary is more, five hundred Wen, how about it, are you always willing?"

Lao Li nodded quickly: "Yes, the old man is willing!"

Five hundred cash a month, as long as you are responsible for recording the work situation every day, as long as there is no hatred for such a good thing, a fool will not want it.

And with the addition of Lao Lizheng's two sons, two daughter-in-laws and four grandchildren, this family has always been a lot in a month. Such a high income almost jumps from poverty to a well-off level. Promise, I'm afraid the ancestors of the family will jump out of the grave in anger.

(End of this chapter)