Start the Tang Dynasty: The descendant of Wei Wu from the Qin Qiong family!

Chapter 131 Life is like a play
"We don't adopt them so they can be freeloaders."

To a certain extent, Wei Zhuang's indifference to people who have nothing to do with him can be said to be outrageous.

"However, relying on these alone is completely insufficient." Wei Zhuang said straightforwardly.

"The rice should be eaten one bite at a time."

Qin Huaiyu is quite tolerant.

"We all have plenty of time to wait."

"In the coming time, this Tang Dynasty will not be peaceful." Unable smiled confidently: "When the new king succeeds to the throne, disasters will come from heaven. This is a sign of ignorance and ignorance."

"Do you still believe this?" Qin Huaiyu looked helpless in surprise.

How did this monster monk know that the Tang Dynasty would be plunged into troubled years in the next few years?
Does this guy really know the art of stargazing?

"They are just some small tricks that combine the astrology and climate, as well as the changes in the heaven and earth to draw conclusions. I believe that with the ability of the young master, he will definitely not believe in these little tricks."

I can’t say it modestly.

"So what?" Zi Nu said, "Do you want us to take advantage of this opportunity..."

"No, it won't work."

Qin Huaiyu shook his head and said: "Starting a war when the people of the world are in hardship can only be the beginning of a country's decline, but it is not a wise choice."

"Rogue people without any fighting capacity will not be able to achieve anything."

Wei Zhuang made no secret of his contempt for this kind of army.

"Actually, the biggest benefit for us at this time is to gain fame and then expand the bad influence of the court."

“Only in the midst of this ebb and flow will our opportunities gradually expand.”

Qin Huaiyu's goal is very clear, which is to use time to weaken the prestige of Li Shimin's court among the people, while secretly accumulating his own power.

And I want to take this opportunity to improve myself infinitely!

Just wait until the time comes...

Several people looked at each other tacitly.

At noon, Qin Huaiyu set off with his people.

Before leaving, Qin Huaiyu asked Jing Salamander: "How is the situation?"

Jing Salamander replied: "Everything is as the master expected."

After that, Qin Huaiyu went to change his clothes, which made others a little confused.

The salt field outside Chang'an.

Not sure if it was a coincidence or something, Qin Huaiyu suddenly discovered that these mountains were all within his fiefdom.

"Young master, you are here!"

The steward of the Qin Mansion came up to him from a distance.

"How are the villagers?" Qin Huaiyu asked casually.

"All the villagers in the salt field have returned to work." The person in charge said quickly.

"Where's the food?"

"Are they distributed according to the standard of three meals a day?"

Qin Huaiyu continued to ask.

The steward was speechless for a moment, and then said: "Sir, is that not necessary?"

Qin Huaiyu stopped suddenly and looked at the steward with dissatisfaction.

"What did I say?"

"But son..."

"Okay, you don't need to say any more!"

Qin Huaiyu interrupted the steward and walked directly to the villagers who were eating over there.

The man was still eating and talking to the people around him.

"Then Young Master's words don't mean anything. Isn't it better to have three meals a day?"

"If you have something to eat, just enjoy it!"

"That is, if we don't starve us like the Zheng family, we are already living Bodhisattvas!"

"Eat yours. After all, I still have two full meals."

Several people were talking there, and although there were some complaints about Qin Huaiyu's promise of three meals a day not being fulfilled, there was no resentment.

It can be seen that compared with the Zheng family, the treatment given to them by Qin Huaiyu is already divine, and they are very satisfied.

But when he saw what these people were eating, Qin Huaiyu's face darkened again.

"Is this what you're going to eat?" Qin Huaiyu asked softly.

"Yes, it would be nice to have this." The villager replied casually without thinking too much.

But the person next to him saw Qin Huaiyu, and hurriedly pulled the man to stand up, and said slightly panicked:

"See you son!"

The voices of these villagers alerted the others. Suddenly everyone knew that Qin Huaiyu was coming, and they hurriedly put down their rice bowls. Some even took the opportunity to take a few bites in their mouths, for fear that they would not have anything to eat in a while.

"You all get up first, get up!"

Qin Huaiyu quickly helped several people in front of him up.

He took the big bowl from one of them and said in a trembling voice: "Is this what you're going to eat?"

"Yeah, just eat this!"

A villager said with a smile.

"Is this enough to fill you up?"

"Yes, why not!" one of them said, "This is what we used to eat!"

"You can feel full even if you drink water!" Some people agreed.

For a moment, Qin Huaiyu couldn't tell whether this person was praising him or scolding him.

Looking at the yellow and white porridge in the bowl, there are rice grains and other things... like chaff.

"Get out of here!"

Qin Huaiyu cursed angrily.

The steward heard the sound and ran over in a hurry.

"Son..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Huaiyu kicked him to the ground.

"I ask you what I commanded you before you came."

Qin Huaiyu lowered his head and asked coldly.

"Three meals a day..."

"anything else!"

Looking at Qin Huaiyu's eyes that looked like he wanted to kill someone, the steward said with difficulty: "The rice must be able to hold the chopsticks..."

"Then how did you do it?"

Qin Huaiyu's hand had already touched the Heavenly Sword on his waist.

"Sir, the government's expenses are really insufficient!"

The steward cried, "Sir, we don't have much money left in our house. We can't afford your kindness to them, sir!"

"Bullshit!"

Qin Huaiyu slapped the steward on the back with his scabbard, and said angrily: "How can the house have no money!"

"Sir, we really have no money!"

The steward said without tears: "My father-in-law has given alms to the people and helped poor families over the years. The family's savings have long been depleted. It is already extremely difficult to maintain the daily needs of the family. How can we..."

"To shut up!"

Qin Huaiyu seemed a little panicked and interrupted the steward's words, then moved his sleeves towards his hand.

At this time, the sharp-eyed villagers finally discovered it.

Qin Huaiyu's clothes were actually patched!

The dignified son of the Duke is actually wearing patched clothes. This...

The people looked at each other, could it be that what the steward said was true?
"real or fake?"

"How could it be true, my lord? How big of an official must he be? How could he have no money?"

"I can't see it."

"Exactly, otherwise, why would the young master even have patches on his clothes?"

"These gentlemen attach great importance to ostentation. If the family didn't really have no money, how could this young man wear patched clothes?"

"This... also makes some sense."

The people talked a lot, and gradually began to believe the steward's cry, thinking that Duke Yi's mansion really had no money.

Then I thought that in such a difficult situation, Qin Huaiyu was still providing them with enough food, and now he was still furious about not being able to give them three meals a day...

For a moment, they actually felt that the jobs in their hands were a little hot...

(End of this chapter)