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　　 Chapter 56: Immortal Humanity in a Withered World

　　 Yunfu will be back soon.

　　 said to Yun Zhao: "The government wants 70%!"

　　 "Pure profit?"

"Yes!"

　　 "They don't show anything, right?"

　　 "Provide personnel and tax bills, including customs clearance certificates for Yun's business with out-of-mouth Mongolians."

　　 "In other words, if something goes wrong in the big city, they will be responsible, right?"

　　 "Exactly! Hong Chengchou guarantees that the first day's income will belong to Yun's. From now on, all the income will be distributed by Yun's and the government, and the tent will soon come to Yun's to sit with our tent."

　　 "Very good, immediately separate Yun from this matter and tell everyone that this is a feast hosted by the official family!"

　　 Yunfu was puzzled: "Why do you do this?"

　　 Yunzhao looked at the cheerful crowd outside, and said lightly: "I heard that "mandala powder" can make people happy. Yun Meng bought some before, and Yun's seasoning package can add this stuff.

　　Remember, the dosage should be slight, too heavy will cause poisoning! "

　　 A lot of the money that has been slowed down whispered aside: "I have seen some noble people add something called "Fu Shou Ointment" to shredded tobacco. That thing is good!"

　　 Yunzhao slowly turned his head, grabbed Qian Duoduo's neck, almost eye to eye, and said in the most gloomy voice: "If you dare to touch that thing in your life, I will kill you with one blow!"

After saying this, he threw the horrified Qian Duoduo on his chair, and said to Yun Fu: "Fu Bo, remember one thing. From today onwards, if Yun's children are contaminated with this thing, they will kill you regardless of the reason. killed!

including me--"

　　Fu Bo saw Yun Zhao's little face turned green. He didn't know why he was so nervous, but he understood that Yun Zhao took this matter extremely important. ’

　　Think about "Fu Shou Gao" this kind of thing was originally a royal tribute, how can ordinary people get this kind of thing that is more expensive than gold?

　　 I nodded as soon as he thought of this, as he recognized Yun Zhao's instructions.

　　 If you talk about "fushou ointment", Yun Zhao knows more about this thing than money, and people like Yun Fu have too much profound knowledge.

　　 This thing is a thing of subjugation of the country and species.

　　 Although, as Qian Duoduo said, it might be better to use this kind of thing on this occasion, Yun Zhao didn't dare to use it. He was afraid that after using it once, he could not help using it again in the future.

　　The bottom line of a person is actually not high. After doing something that touches the bottom line, in order to facilitate things, the bottom line will continue to be lowered until there is no bottom line.

　　 Yunfu went out with a lot of money, and then Yun Niang whispered to her son: "My son, Wei Niang felt wrong, you didn't treat these people as human beings.

　　 Yun's seeking wealth is true, not vicious. "

　　 Yunzhao sighed slightly, his mother, who lived in peace, wondered what a cruel world would be next.

　　 It’s unrealistic what the coming chaos with my mother will look like now, so he smiled and said, “Don’t worry, there will be no deaths. The dose is very slight, just acting as a drug primer.”

　　 Yunniang sighed and closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair to sleep in a fake sleep. She became more and more unable to understand her own son.

　　 When the red light first came, all the foreigners from all over the city came, and people have forgotten that this place was originally a place for business.

　　 just treat it as a carnival place.

　　 Mongolians and Usi Tibetans come the most. They originally liked this scene of drinking and eating meat and singing. Therefore, their carnival will not stop if the wine and meat continue, and the singing and dancing continue.

I don’t know when it started. Yun’s mutton is no longer available for free, and Yun’s drinks are no longer cheap. When the high stage is set up, when a group of beautiful dancers appear, these people are like wolves. Howl.

　　Singer, dancing girl was invited by Hong Chengchou and didn't spend any money!

　　The soldiers who maintain order are also Hong Chengchou, so naturally they don't need to spend money!

　　Even the red lanterns hanging on the street were obtained by Hong Chengchou, and Yun did not need to spend any money.

　　 As for the merchants around Teresa City, they are even more crazy. They pay Yun's money, borrow equipment, and give people hands, only hoping that Yun's can let them enter this street to do business.

　　Everyone knows that the Usi Tibetans who can come to Xi’an to do business sell a large amount of medicinal materials and exotic animals, but they have money in their hands.

　　 The Mongols who can come to Xi’an to do business even sell a large amount of cattle and sheep.

　　 Nowadays, these rich people are already drinking and drinking and are going crazy. If they don't make money at this time, they will wait until when they will make money.

　　 The sesame salt fried by my mother is delicious, and it is delicious when it is sandwiched in a flatbread.

　　 The current Yun Zhao has completely settled down, and he has begun to treat the current scene as an ordinary scene.

　　 A small amount of Datura powder can make people excited, a large amount of Datura powder can make people numb and die, and a moderate amount of Datura powder can make people drowsy.

　　 Yunzhao is not Hua Tuo, nor is he an assassin, he only takes one function of the mandala.

　　 Long ago, Yun Zhao held a tourism festival in the beautiful mountain village where he helped the poor.

　　 There are pink buckwheat flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains.

The conditions in the 　　 mountain village are simple, and the only thing Yun Zhao can rely on is the buckwheat flowers all over the mountains. An elf-like girl walks in the buckwheat flower field, and the photos taken are like a fairyland.

　　 The tourism festival was also very successful, bringing an income of almost 400 yuan per capita to a small village with less than 100 people.

　　 It's just that the elven girl who originally belonged to Yun Zhao disappeared with the decline of the buckwheat flower, and never appeared in Yun Zhao's life.

　　 Thinking of this, Yun Zhao looked at Qian Duoduo and thought Qian Duoduo looked much better than that girl.

It’s just that he wants to laugh every time he sees Qian Duoduo... Yun Zhao swears, this may be because the body’s hormones have not yet begun to secrete... After all, people who grow up like Qian Duoduo... can really be called it. Loved by others...

Hong Chengchou wandered among the lively crowd, holding a white pancake filled with cured mutton in one hand and a pot of yogurt in the other. He ate a bite of cured mutton pancake and sipped sweet and sour yogurt, but his eyes fell on these carnival aliens. People.

　　 He saw these aliens throw out the money that they had transferred so hard to transfer with his own eyes, and the smile on his face was even brighter.

　　 The stairs leading directly to the owner's bedroom from Yun's Grain Store were in the store. Hong Chengchou stood at the door and stopped for a while, then turned and left.

　　 Yun's words count as a woman, and seeing such a woman late at night is not in accordance with etiquette.

　　 For no reason, he thought of the fat white boy who claimed to be a boar spirit, Hong Chengchou stopped. Now, he really wants to know that this money-making feast was initiated by the Yun family.

The old Yun servant whom I came into contact with during the day looked like a prudent person, and the person hosting such a feast is absolutely impossible for a prudent person to do~www.readwn.com~Wonderful thinking It has absolutely nothing to do with a well-behaved and stable person!

　　I don’t know why, Hong Chengchou always thinks that this feast is related to that little boar spirit.

　　 Seeing the two workers carrying a basket of copper coins into the Yun's grain shop, Hong Chengchou hesitated, he wanted to take the money directly.

　　 After thinking for a moment, he gave a long sigh, and did not stop the soldiers carrying the coin behind him, and watched the coin disappear in the dark gate of the Yun's bank.

　　 "This kind of thing can be done again in the coming year, and next time, there will be no need for Yun's intervention.

　　 Before the matter is finished, you can't make things out of nothing! "

　　 Strolled into the tent of Yun's grain shop, and the four tent gentlemen were making a snap of the abacus beads.

　　 Behind them, baskets of copper coins have been piled up, and seven or eight officials are stringing up these scattered copper coins.

　　 "Eight hundred texts are consistent money..."

　　 Hong Chengchou ate the remaining food in three or two bites, picked up a bunch of money and counted it, then sighed slightly.

　　 The consistent money should be a thousand copper coins, but unfortunately, no one in this world does this. Even if it is collected by the government, it is also 800 texts, and even 700 texts are considered consistent money.

　　 The easy-to-carry Daming Treasure Banknotes are no longer used... Hong Chengchou patted Xiaopingqian in the bamboo basket with wet corners of his eyes.

　　 The hungry people in the northwest rebelled one after another, strangling endlessly. Today, Wang Er was killed, and Li Liu rebelled tomorrow. The granary of Shaanxi Liangdao was empty, and there was no copper in the silver vault.

Soldiers want pay, hungry people want food, the emperor wants the world to be stable, the Korean master wants to pay taxes to adjust the yin and yang... But now, the world is withered, and if you take care of the front, your buttocks will be exposed. A large piece of cloth can no longer hide the embarrassment of the Ming Dynasty.