It is also because of this that every rebellion that occurs is easily extinguished.
But seeing the people on the street in such hardship, Tang Long still couldn't bear it.
When he and the descendants of the Huben Army were struggling to make a living in Liangcheng, they were often in extreme poverty. For a period of time, he even had to eat one meal without finishing the next.
Later, he was brought back to Dashang by Zhao Rui, and he lived a good life.
"My lord, why don't we buy some dolls and give them a meal?"
Liang Zhang's face showed no emotion. He glanced sideways at the street not far away, then picked up the teapot and filled Tang Long with tea.
"We are here under the secret orders of His Majesty and His Royal Highness King Zhao. We must not delay on the way. If we miss the important event of His Majesty and His Highness King Zhao just to buy these dolls, you and I will have many heads chopped off!"
Only then did Tang Long react and coughed twice violently.
"Thank you, Lord, for the suggestion. It was the last general who was negligent!"
Liang Zhang put down the teapot and breathed a sigh of relief.
"General Tang, you are the personal guard general of His Highness King Zhao, a dignified third-grade General Yu Ling. You must understand these principles, otherwise you will only cause trouble to His Highness!"
Tang Long nodded repeatedly: "General, you have learned a lesson."
Looking at the street under the attic again, Tang Long suppressed the unbearable feeling in his heart and drank the tea in his hand.
"Two generals!" The innkeeper came up with a tray and a smile on his face.
"Meat is hard to find in Wuluo City right now. I killed the last two sheep in the store and stewed five large pots of mutton soup for you two and the soldiers below. I just don't know how long you will stay here. If it takes too long,
, but there’s really nothing to eat.”
Hanging on the innkeeper's waist is a strange-looking jade pendant, which is a standard accessory for officials of the Ministry of Commerce and outside the borders of Dashang.
Liang Zhang didn't say much, he tore off a piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth.
The innkeeper looked around for a moment, then came closer with a smile.
"Since Duke Liang is here, does His Majesty have an order for you to take over the old land of Chen and Song?"
Liang Zhang moved his hands for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked coldly at the boss in front of him.
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. Don't you know how to write the word "death"?
The innkeeper was immediately startled and hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"My lord, I am not too talkative, but this place is about to turn into a hell on earth! We have been ordered from above to collect food and money here as much as possible, but there is no food to be harvested in Wuluo City, and there is no money to be made.
In a few days, the subordinate and the brothers in the store will starve to death."
Liang Zhang looked up at the boss in front of him.
I found that the clothes on his body were quite shabby and had been patched in many places. Even his body looked a little thin and his face was extremely yellow.
From the looks of it, it must be that I haven't eaten anything serious in a long time.
"What is the next step? There are orders from the superior officials. You don't need to ask any questions! I only want to tell you that I, the great merchant, will never let my ministers starve to death outside."
The expression on the shop owner's face suddenly relaxed.
"With the words of the Duke, the subordinates can explain to the brothers! You two are at ease, and if you have anything to do, just give me instructions."
The shop owner didn't stay here longer and left in a hurry with a smile on his face.
Liang Zhang couldn't help but look at the street outside, with a bit of complicated emotions on his face.
He secretly determined that after bringing Su Changqing back, he would send troops to capture the old land of Chen and Song Dynasty, and he would never allow the people to be displaced again.