Under the cold blade, the lame horse was silent like a real lame horse.

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

I originally thought that this was a second-generation expensive man who could fool him, but I didn't expect that he was a person who knew the truth. He brewed a few emotions and then cried out with a whistle.

"Lt. Master Lieutenant! The mine will send at least 10,000 kilograms of carbohydrate to the royal city and nearby states every day. Without this number, the nobles will not be able to spend the winter!

If one hundred and fifty old miners are removed, the amount will definitely not be completed. We are all the masters on the top, so please be pitiful to the lieutenant!"

He is worthy of being a little lord, much more eloquent than a lame horse. As the short and fat lord cried, the little foreman who had been gathering on the left also knelt down and howled.

They shouted in their mouths that the master was pitiful, why should the nobles make things difficult for us to be humble, and it made it look like Zhang Zhao was doing something unforgivable.

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

"Pity? Do you think you are pitiful? Or are they pitiful?" Zhang Zhao pointed to the miners who didn't know what would happen, but were already scared and could not speak.

"Master, if I want to pity anyone, then I will pity them. I am definitely not you! If you can't complete the daily task of transporting coal to the royal city, don't tell me, there is no accumulation of such a large mine. Do you just dig ten thousand kilograms of charcoal every day?

Even if you only dig 10,000 kilograms a day, look at the people in front of you. As long as you have a little kindness and a little less food, these people are in good health, and ten thousand kilograms are just easy?

besides!"

Zhang Zhao turned around and kicked the short and fat lord to the ground.

"You think I am a fool, right? There are more than 500 kilograms of charcoal per day. Each person can't even dig out 20 kilograms of charcoal per day. Is your master a Buddha? He specializes in saving the suffering, right? He who has a lot of grain and rice likes to raise idle people, right?"

The short and fat lord stopped crying and his expression froze. This was the consequence of speaking but not thinking about his brain. Of course, he didn't expect that Zhang Zhao would seize the loophole in his words so quickly!

"It seems that somebody's sword is not very sharp! It's on his neck, and you still dare to play hide-and-seek with me!"

Zhang Zhao pretended to sigh, a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes. He really didn't want to kill people, especially this kind of thing that deprived him of his own lives, but these guys just wanted to force her to get bloody!

"Ltd. Don't waste your energy in vain. You should go to the royal city to discuss with the real master. Here, it is useless to kill us servants!"

I'll go, you Mad! Zhang Zhao was really angry, and his face darkened.

"It seems that in the eyes of you, the orders of the Great Sage Emperor are not as effective as those masters who do not show their faces, right?"

"What pig and dog are you? You dare to speak like this to the lieutenant Langjun? Lord! Please let Duojin kill this thief slave who dares to offend you!"

Qiongredojin ran over from behind with anger on his face. He held a long hidden knife in his hand, and a string of Tubo words emerged from his mouth, which was scolding the lame horse kneeling on the ground.

At this time, Tubo was in a slave society. It was definitely the most serious offense to a slave dare to speak to noble people like this.

"What are you waiting for when you Duojin? According to your Tubo people's habits, they skinned him!"

Fanshun was indeed flexible. Before Zhang Zhao could speak, he brought a few people out and shouted at Qiongredojin.

When Qiongredojin heard this, he pressed the lame horse's head and pressed him to the ground. His knees skillfully pressed the lame horse's neck, and the hidden knife in his hand also changed to a short knife.

He twisted the millet wine that Zhang Zhao had just thrown down and took a big sip, then sprayed it all on the head of the lame horse. With this little wine, Qiongredojin began to scrape the hair on the lame horse's head.

"Ah! Buddha! Buddha!"

The lame horse, who was just silent like a stone, screamed loudly and began to struggle violently.

But Fanshun and four others pressed his limbs, and Qiongredojin pressed his neck again. No matter how hard the lame horse struggled, he could not break free.

The harsh hard-scraping hair sounded extremely unpleasant, as if it was shaving on the little lord, the foreman and the hearts. They stopped howling and their faces were filled with panic!

However, Zhang Zhao didn't care about them. These guys were vested interests, and they couldn't ask anything without killing a few.

Bullying such a lackey will not make you feel accomplished, he has a better way.

Zhang Zhao waved his hand, and several guards from Donghezhou stopped a group of scared men and women. They seemed to be helping transport the carbide to the mountain-foot river to make a little money nearby poor farmers.

Zhang Zhao asked someone to take a white cotton cloth from the horse's back and throw it into the arms of the woman in charge.

"Help me cook a meal here. After making this cloth, I will reward you. Of course, you can also eat with you."

A piece of white cotton cloth is a considerable amount of wealth among such poor farmers, not to mention a full meal.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then took her happily, and kowtowed to Zhang Zhao twice before she started preparing to cook.

The stove was ready-made. Several large bags of millet and japonica rice were poured into the big pot. After a while, the aroma came out. One piece of cheese was dried, and one can of honey was placed on a torn table.

The cold wind blew gently, and the group of miners who were kneeling seemed to be reed marshes blown by the wind, swaying left and right with the fragrance of food.

Hundreds of people stared at the pots with their hungry wolf-like eyes. They swallowed their dry saliva, and the sound of beast-like whimpering came from their throats!

Zhang Zhao didn't say anything, he was waiting, waiting until the bravest of the people who could come out for the sake of eating, regardless of tomorrow's life.

These miners still don’t know what Zhang Zhao is here to recruit people? They don’t know if his strength is great enough to take people away from this mine?

So those who dare to come out at this time will definitely sacrifice their lives. The work of blasting the hole is not something that counts your life, and they will definitely not be able to do it!

Finally someone can't stand it anymore!

One winter, he was wearing only a ragged robe, without shoes on his feet, and made of a few kudzu vines tied with a wooden board and some unknown grass. He hunched over and gently shook off the crowd and held his hand that would not let him go out, and walked to Zhang Zhao in fear.

"Master! Are you going to give food? The noble man shouldn't eat this, right?"

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

"Do you want to have a meal?" Zhang Zhao smiled faintly!

"Think! Think!" The man said two thoughts in a row!

"Then you go! Slap him!" Zhang Zhao pointed to the short and fat little lord who was still kneeling on the ground.

The man Mu turned his head blankly and looked at the short and fat man. This noble man who was originally a god-like noble person in his eyes, he shook his head habitually and said that he did not dare!

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

"Eat! Have a full meal!" The man walked back with difficulty. He didn't dare to go up and beat the fat man, but after taking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn around and subconsciously muttered to eat, eat, and eat.

Zhang Zhao personally took a bowl of corn rice that had just been scooped up from the pot, and the golden corn was piled high.

A large piece of salted cheese was placed on the hot corn rice. The temperature of the rice gradually melted the cheese, and then it turned into silk threads and lay on the millet rice.

It emits the tempting light of oil, which is the most important source of protein supplement for humans. A bowl of millet rice soaked in oil is attractive to these poor miners that later generations cannot understand.

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