my days with tyrants

Chapter 39 I have a little secret to tell you
“At that time, we had more means of transportation.

There are cars and trains on land, and the trains can pull millions of catties to Peiping in a day, and there are big ships on the sea that can carry tens of millions of catties. One boat is enough to transport you on the river for a year, even for people like you. There are also iron ships carrying millions of catties running in the canal. "

Under the night, Yang Feng pretended to be aggressive.

"How many people would it take to row the boat?"

The onlookers exclaimed.

Now it can be said that there is a sea of ​​people in front of him, even the roof opposite is already overcrowded, and they are all looking at the traveler appointed by the emperor in amazement.

The iron coupons and holy decrees lay aside.

The endorsement of the imperial power is unquestionable. Believe it or not, you have to regard him as a time traveler.

Although I don't understand the meaning of this word, as long as I know that the emperor said that he is an envoy from the Great Xia Kingdom 600 years later, and after confirming this point, everyone, regardless of military or civilian gentry, men, women, old and young, will gather here. Watching him talk about those unimaginable, but indeed fascinating things, while inadvertently accepting his private goods.

Yang Feng picked up the teacup and moistened his throat...

"We don't need people to row the boat. We all use machines with tens of thousands of horsepower, equivalent to tens of thousands of horses pulling together."

"How much fodder is needed?"

"We don't use grass, we burn oil, burn oil, oil extracted from the ground."

"Ah, you feed the horses with oil?"

"Uh?"

……

Then the magistrate who was doing the autopsy inside came out and interrupted Yang Feng's nonsense.

"Ambassador, I have checked and found out that it is indeed the salt merchant Wang Yi who saw the ambassador carrying a lot of money outside the city, so he felt malicious and conspired with the shop owner Xu Gui to poison the food and drinks with the intention of Poisoning the ambassador and then dividing up the money is all to be done by oneself. The official will report to His Majesty. But the ambassador is alone and carries a large amount of money. It is indeed easy to be missed by the bad guys. The official discussed with Xie Qianhu and sent troops to escort the ambassador. Xuzhou is waiting for Princess Hanshan and her party."

He said.

It doesn't mean that all the people in the inn were killed by Yang Feng, there are still a few guys who survived, just arrest them and ask them.

What's more, there are those poisoned wine and vegetables. It's not that the county government didn't do this. Just take the wine and vegetables to test whether they are poisonous. This case is not complicated, and it's not just about Yang Feng. A pile of bone scum was also dug out below, so Yang Feng was not the first victim. Over the years, three unlucky ones had made stuffing for buns.

It is said that the meat buns in this inn are still very famous!

Of course, the people in Taoyuan County are emotionally stable, and many people still recall the long and distant memories with emotion.

"No, I just didn't want to be with them, so I slipped away by myself."

"Uh, no matter whether the ambassador is willing to go with Princess Hanshan or not, there is an escort duty within the Ji County."

"Then you sent me to the neighboring county. What county is to the east?"

"Shuyang."

"Then send me to Shuyang."

"Ambassador Yang..."

"Master County, are you teaching me how to do things? Your emperor wants me to bow down, but I don't listen. Why do you want me to listen to you? Do you think you are more powerful than your emperor?"

"Uh, I'll arrange it now, sir."

"Also, there are thousands of strings here, go prepare some wine and food, I want to treat them to a drink here."

"Ambassador Yang, the curfew is coming soon."

"It's only after seven o'clock, and the nightlife just started. What about the curfew? You are the county magistrate, and you have the final say. You can say that you are the county magistrate. Do you have the right to decide whether to curfew or not?"

"this!"

"Yes or no?"

Yang Feng once again said as if we were consuls possessed by foreigners from the Qing Dynasty.

The magistrate looked at Xie Qianhu who was next to him, and the latter nodded. This Qianhu is much bigger than the magistrate, but the power is indeed in the magistrate.

"Since Ambassador Yang is here, the county should be celebrating. Let's postpone the curfew until the second watch!"

Zhixian said.

Yang Feng nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the audience in front of him...

"Where did you just say?"

"Burn oil!"

"Ah, burning oil, yes, burning oil, burning oil is very important..."

Then his storytelling continued.

Zhixian and Xie Qianhu also watched curiously, obviously they were also very interested in Yang Feng, believe it or not, but what he said is really attractive, in this era, what he said is no different from A legendary story with a huge brain hole.In fact, as an important place for shipping, there are frequent exchanges of merchants. There are already legends about Yang Feng, such as he did not kneel down to the emperor in the capital, saved Zhou Dexing, etc. It can be said that he has a certain reputation, but now that he is here in real life, of course it will not be surprising. The big Taoyuan County is empty.

Of course, managing meals is even more empty-handed.

One thousand strings.

Because here is a place where grain gathers, the purchasing power of banknotes is stronger than that of the capital, so you can buy seven hundred shi of brown rice.

Although there is enough food for the whole city, there are only tens of thousands of people in a small county.

In fact, many counties have less than [-], and Taoyuan is already a relatively large county.

The people in Taoyuan County held their bowls one by one, happily ate free rice, and watched Yang Feng talking under the light with the dishes copied from the inn. In the end, this should be Yang Feng’s single The people's talk show lasted until the second watch, that is, at 09:30, and those reluctant people dispersed and went back to their homes under the urging of the yamen servants.

This night will become a deep memory for them.

"Old monk, are you not leaving?"

Yang Feng looked at the last monk left in the mess.

"The poor monk has already paid the rent here. If the yamen doesn't seal the place, then naturally he will have to stay here for one night."

The latter said with a smile.

This old monk is five or sixty years old, even if he tries to put on a benevolent face, he can't hide his sinister and cunning, but he can see that he must have traveled a long way. Courtesy.Of course, because of his background, he also knows the monks very well, so the management is also very strict. Things like the masters of the Daxiangguo Temple in the Song Dynasty opened shopping malls, engaged in finance, and cooked good pork. maybe appear.

There is even a clear limit on the age at which one can become a monk.

Nuns under [-] are not allowed, and only over [-] can apply. It is estimated that in Zhu Yuanzhang's view, this age has lost the value of fertility. If you love it, you can go for it. But men can only apply under [-], and those over [-] are not allowed. up.

And just apply.

He was also inspected by the recorded monks in the capital for three full years, and he was determined to be of good character and suitable for becoming a monk.

As for marrying a wife and taking concubines, it is even worse.

Uh, this rule was really clarified in the form of law. In fact, he did it. The previous dynasties just had no mandatory rules and regulations, and my monk's wife in Dayuan also married concubines.

Happy like a fairy!
However, Zhu Yuanzhang made it clear in the form of law that monks cannot marry wives. Those who violated the rule of eighty sticks will be punished with the woman. They will be forced to divorce, preside over even sit together, and those who secretly keep a foreign house will be considered adultery. From then on, the masters have to say goodbye to the great Yuan Dynasty , a happy day like a fairy.

Yang Feng immediately stretched out his hand, and Ruan Xin, who had become his temporary security guard, hurriedly handed over the store calendar.

This thing is very important at this time. It is issued by the government. It is similar to an invoice. Not only the person must be registered, but also the items they carry. It is still very strict. Zhu Yuanzhang's purpose is to ensure the safety of the property of those merchants.It's not that he doesn't pay attention to business, on the contrary, he is very protective of businessmen, but the latter must be legal. If it is legal, then it will be strictly protected. Extortion will also be severely punished.

Of course, in this era of business, how many people really abide by the law!

Yang Feng took the store calendar and opened it...

"Dao Yan, presided over by Qingshou Temple in Beiping."

He said with a deep expression.

Then he looked at the famous old scumbag.

"This is still an eminent monk, quickly bring a chair to the eminent monk, and I will have a conversation with the eminent monk."

He said.

"It's a small frontier temple, I dare not call it an eminent monk."

Yao Guangxiao bowed together and said.

However, he happily sat down on the chair that Ruan Xin brought.

Yang Feng looked at him with a strange expression, and he also looked at Yang Feng kindly, and they both smiled at the same time.

So Zhu Di is very clear about what his trip means, and he really can't do without this old guy, but he is afraid that his father will be upset when he goes to Beijing together, so he directly kills the old guy, and splits the army into two groups, and he goes first The post road went to Beijing, and this old guy took the water route and went south from this route.In this way, you can avoid Zhu Yuanzhang's sight, and then you can find a temple in Nanjing to stay temporarily. If Zhu Di needs to make up his mind, go to him nearby for consultation.

As for using the real identity, there is no need to hide it. Zhu Yuanzhang is not even aware of such trivial matters. Being found out with a false identity is the real trouble.

That requires forged certificates and forged guides, which can be easily detected.

"I have a little secret to tell you."

Yang Feng said seriously.

"Ambassador Yang, what can I tell you?"

Yao Guangxiao smiled like a centipede and said.

"This secret is very important. I didn't even tell your emperor. It means that you are a monk. I can tell you with confidence, but you must never tell others."

Yang Feng said in a low voice.

Then he looked vigilantly at Ruan Xin behind him, Ruan Xin widened his eyes in anticipation.

"Ambassador, don't worry, the poor monk is a monk and doesn't care about worldly affairs."

Yao Guangxiao smiled like a centipede.

"The capital of our Great Xia Kingdom is actually Beiping."

Yang Feng said in a low voice.

Yao Guangxiao's smile froze instantly.

"Is this secret important?"

Yang Feng said.

"It does matter."

Yao Guangxiao said meaningfully.

But then, he began to look at Yang Feng with complicated eyes, obviously he already understood that Yang Feng probably knew his identity.

(End of this chapter)