Under the cold blade, the lame horse was as silent as a real lame horse.
The short and fat little lord also knelt on the ground with a thud. He was trembling all over and looked at Zhang Zhao.
He originally thought that this was a second-generation rich man who could fool him, but he didn't expect that he was a knowledgeable person. He brewed his emotions for a while, and then let out a loud cry.
"Sir Lieutenant! The mine must send at least 10,000 kilograms of coal to the royal city and nearby states every day. Without this amount, the nobles will not be able to survive the winter!
If we take away one hundred and fifty old miners, we will definitely not be able to complete this amount. We, bitches, are all being watched by the masters above. Please have mercy on me, Lieutenant!"
As expected of a little lord, he was much more eloquent than a lame horse. As the pudgy little lord cried, the little foremen who had been gathering on the left also knelt down and started to cry.
They shouted, "please have mercy on me, sir, why should noble people make things difficult for us and other lowly people", making it seem as if Zhang Zhao was doing something heinous.
Zhang Zhao put the horizontal knife on the lame horse's shoulder and sneered.
"Poor? Do you think it's you who are pitiful? Or are they pitiful?" Zhang Zhao pointed at the miners who didn't know what would happen but were too scared to speak.
"Master, if I want to pity anyone, it's because they are definitely not you! Why don't you tell me that you can't complete the daily task of transporting coal to the royal city? Don't tell me that such a large mine has no reserves at all. How can you do it every day?
Just dig out 10,000 kilograms of pebbles?
Even if you only dig 10,000 jins a day, look at these people in front of you. As long as you are kind-hearted and a little less skimpy on food, these people will be in better health, but 10,000 jins is just a piece of cake?<
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Also!"
Zhang Zhao turned around and kicked the short, fat little lord hard, knocking him to the ground.
"Do you think I am a fool? There are more than 500 people here who can't dig out more than 10,000 kilograms of coal a day. Each of them can't dig out twenty kilograms of coal a day. Is your master a Buddha? He specializes in rescuing suffering people, right? There is a lot of food and rice.
You like to raise leisure people, right?"
The pudgy little lord's cry stopped immediately, and the expression on his face froze. This was the result of speaking without thinking. Of course, he didn't expect Zhang Zhao to catch the loophole in his words so quickly!<
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"It seems that someone's sword is not very sharp! You have it on your neck and you still dare to play hide and seek with me!"
Zhang Zhao pretended to sigh, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He really didn't want to kill anyone, especially if it meant taking away one's own life, but these guys just wanted to force her to bleed!
"Sir Lieutenant, don't waste your efforts. You should go to the royal city to discuss it with the real master. Here, even if you kill us servants, it will be useless!"
Fuck you Mad! Zhang Zhao was really angry, and his face darkened.
"It seems that in the eyes of you people, the orders of the Great Sage and Emperor are not as effective as those faceless masters, right?"
"What kind of pig are you? How dare you speak to the school captain Langjun like this? My lord! Please let Duo Jin kill this slave who dares to offend you!"
Qiongre Duojin ran over from behind with an angry face, holding a long Tibetan knife in his hand, and a string of Tubo words came out of his mouth, cursing the lame horse kneeling on the ground.
At this time, Tubo was in a slave society, and it was definitely the most serious offense for a slave to dare to speak to a nobleman like this.
"What are you waiting for, Duojin? According to the custom of you Tubo people, skin him!"
Fanshun was really smart. Before Zhang Zhao could speak, he brought a few people out and shouted loudly at Qiongre Duojin.
When Qiongre Duojin heard this, he held down the lame horse's head and knocked him to the ground. He skillfully pressed his knee on the lame horse's neck and replaced the Tibetan knife in his hand with a short knife.
He opened the millet wine that Zhang Zhao had just thrown down and took a big sip, then sprayed it all on the lame horse's head. With this little wine, Qiongre Duojin directly started to shave the hair on the lame horse's head.
"Ah! Buddha! Buddha!"
The lame horse, which had been as silent as a stone just now, screamed loudly and began to struggle violently.
But Fanshun and four other people held down his limbs, and Qiongre Duojin held down his neck. No matter how hard the lame horse struggled, he could not break free.
The harsh sound of hard shaving was extremely unpleasant, as if it was being scratched on the hearts of the little lord and all the foremen. They stopped crying, and their faces were full of panic!
However, Zhang Zhao didn't care about them. These guys were all vested interests. If you don't kill a few of them, there's no way to ask questions.
There is no sense of accomplishment in bullying such a lackey. He has a better way.
Zhang Zhao waved his hand, and several guards from Donghe Prefecture stopped a group of frightened men and women. They seemed to be poor farmers nearby who were helping to transport coal to the river at the foot of the mountain to earn a little money.
Zhang Zhao had someone take off a piece of white cotton from the horse's back and throw it into the arms of the leading woman.
"Help someone cook a meal here, and I will reward you with this piece of cloth. Of course, you can also have a full meal."
A piece of white cotton cloth is a considerable fortune for such poor farmers, not to mention a full meal.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then happily took it, and then led everyone to kowtow to Zhang Zhao twice before starting to prepare the meal.
The pot and stove were ready. Several large bags of millet and japonica rice were roughly poured into the large pot. After a while, the aroma came out. Pieces of dried cheese and jars of honey were placed on a broken table.
Up.
The cold wind blew gently, and the group of kneeling miners swayed from side to side like reeds blown by the wind.
Hundreds of people stared at the pots with hungry wolf eyes. They swallowed their dried saliva, and beast-like whines came from their throats!
Zhang Zhao didn't say anything. He was waiting until the most courageous among them, who would risk their lives tomorrow just to have a mouthful of food, came out.
These miners still don’t know why Zhang Zhao is here to recruit people? They don’t know whether he is strong enough to take people away from this mine?
Therefore, those who dare to come out at this time will definitely risk their lives. People who do not count their own lives will definitely not be able to do this job of blasting holes!
Finally someone couldn’t bear it anymore!
In the middle of winter, he only wore a tattered robe with no shoes on his feet. It was made of a wooden board tied with a few kudzu vines and some unknown grass. He hunched his waist and gently shook away the crowd who were pulling him away.
The hand that walked out walked to Zhang Zhao in fear.
"Master! Do you want to put some food on the table? Your nobles shouldn't eat this, right?"
He was talking to Zhang Zhao, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the cooking pot and the cheese piled up on the table!
"You want to eat?" Zhang Zhao smiled lightly!
"Think! Think!" the man said twice in a row!
"Then go! Give him a slap!" Zhang Zhao pointed at the short, fat little lord who was still kneeling on the ground.
The man turned his head blankly and looked at the short fat man, who was originally a noble person like a god in his eyes. He shook his head gently out of habit, indicating that he did not dare!
"Then go back! Don't expect to have enough to eat in your life!" Zhang Zhao curled his lips, his face full of contempt!
"Eat! Eat enough!" The man took two steps back with difficulty. He didn't dare to go up and hit the short fat man, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn around and muttered subconsciously, "Eat, eat enough."
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Zhang Zhao personally took over the bowl of rice that had just been scooped out of the pot. The golden corn was piled high.
A large piece of salted cheese is placed on the hot millet rice. The temperature of the rice gradually melts the cheese, and then it turns into threads and lies on the millet rice.
It exudes the alluring light of oil, which is the most important source of protein supplement for human beings. The attraction of a bowl of millet rice soaked in oil to these poor miners is incomprehensible to future generations.
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Thanks to the book friend Shui Shui Bing for the reward