"What do you think, old man?" asked a disciple of the noble family.
Mr. Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "I'm an old man, so I can't come up with any ideas. It's just that I think Mr. Zhou Mu must have been deceived for a moment. We Chengdu wealthy people should join hands and stick together, Mr. Zhou Mu."
No matter how cold-blooded we are, it is impossible to kill all the rich people in Chengdu like the rich people in Jiangzhou, right? Our strength is not comparable to that of the country bumpkins in Jiangzhou.
In addition, I hope that everyone will join me in petitioning Lord Zhou Mu at the Ghost Festival Ceremony in five days. The Four Imperial Examinations cannot be opposed, but asking Zhou Mu to stop the land order and price limit order will also allow us to
The wealthy families can have some room to survive."
A fat man echoed: "That's right, there is no land order. We have built the canals in our land to see how those mud-legged people farm. And the price limit order is even better. We simply won't sell it at all. If we don't produce a single
Yue, Liu Zhang will have to compromise with us."
"No, no." An old man who looked mature and solemn said repeatedly: "This is a blatant confrontation with the Mufu. We should not take this step unless we have to."
"Why not?"
"Have you forgotten what happened in Jiangzhou?"
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A group of people were arguing with each other, and they couldn't agree on what they were talking about. Suddenly, a young man who was no more than 20 years old shook his folding fan and said in a clear voice:
"If you want to petition you, if you want to fight against the Mufu government, it's up to you. I, Liao Li, will not accompany you. Now our Liao family's assets in Chengdu have basically been transferred out. The land was sold to the government at three times the price, and we made a huge profit. No
On the Ghost Festival to worship heaven, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, our Liao family will all move out of Yizhou. It's ridiculous that you people are willing to submit to Liu Zhang's lust and donate food and money to such a tyrant."
"Alas." Mr. Yan sighed helplessly: "Although Liu Zhang is violent, my Yan family has lived here for generations, how can I bear to leave my homeland and leave my hometown?"
Liao Li said proudly: "We, the Liao family, are different. We have property not only in Chengdu, but also in Jingzhou and Yangzhou. Sun Ce from Jiangdong is stubborn and self-willed. This time we are going to move to the relatively peaceful Jingzhou, take root in Wuling, and fight against that violent lord from now on."
Liu Zhang has nothing to do with him anymore."
When Liao Li said this, he smiled softly: "But our Liao family is not ruthless people. We have dealt with you for so many years and I want to give you a good idea to survive. Brazil Pang Xi has a heavy army and has always been dissatisfied with Liu Zhang. You should be
Contact him more."
As soon as Liao Li's words came out, the eyes of other aristocratic families lit up at the same time, and they realized that it was reasonable. The reason why the Chengdu aristocrats could not rebel was because they had no soldiers. If there were Pang Xi's soldiers, the wealthy families in Chengdu could contribute countless money and food.
With their internal support, it is not impossible to go to Chengdu. Now that the resentment of the Yizhou family is boiling against Liu Zhang, Pang Xi's move to raise troops will definitely receive widespread response.
Just when everyone was hopeful, a voice from the crowd came out: "The Liao family is really good at calculating. Before leaving, they even offered us a poisonous plan to bring about our own destruction. Wuling is also a good place, but I don't know
Can Liu Biao, who is not enterprising, be able to hold on there?"
Everyone followed the sound and saw a young man sitting contentedly on the crossbar, looking at the pastoral scenery outside. Liao Li said coldly: "Wu Ban, you are afraid that it is because your clan brother Wu Yi is under Liu Zhang's command."
As a general, clan sister Wu Ran is married to Liu Zhang’s brother Liu Hao, so please speak for Liu Zhang.”
Wu Ban laughed and said without looking back: "The land of Jingzhou where the four wars were fought is now peaceful only because the princes have not spared their hands. Liu Biao did not want to make progress and brought his own destruction. There will definitely be a war in Jingzhou by then. Unless there is
When a hero rules the world, the war in that place will never end. It would be ridiculous for you to choose where to take root."
"You..." Liao Li's mouth trembled with anger, but he was speechless.
Mr. Yan stepped forward and said to Wu Ban: "The Wu family is powerful, and Mr. Wu Ban is here on behalf of the head of the Wu family. Does the Wu family want to support Liu Zhang?"
Wu Bandao: "Support is out of the question, but as Brother Liao said, our Wu family has too many connections with Zhou Mu and we will not do anything rebellious. However, this does not mean that we will go against you. You should petition.
Our Wu family will also go. You are opposed to the land order and the price limit order, and we are also opposed to it. But the so-called collusion with Pang Xi, forgive us for not being able to accompany him. Who is Pang Xi? The dog who watches the households in northern Shu will be the opponent of the state shepherd.
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In the past, Wu Ban's words would have been regarded as compliments by the clansmen. However, after the Battle of Fucheng, these clans believed that Pang Xi was indeed no match for Liu Zhang.
"Colluding with Pang Xi will lead to eternal disaster. We, the Wu family, will never do it. You should do your own thing."
After Wu Ban finished speaking, he jumped off the crossbar and left. Everyone else looked at Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan sighed: "Let's petition first. No one is allowed to contact Pang Xi. We will wait and see what happens."
In the early morning at half moon, the morning light shines softly on the majestic Dongling Platform.
Dongling Terrace is the official place for worship. It is located in the center of an artificial lake. It is connected by stone bridges in all directions. There are arch bridges from east to west and flat bridges from north to south. A stone wall more than ten feet long and wide stands on Dongling Terrace, which divides the altar into two.
There is a wooden chain bridge suspended at the top, connected to the hill opposite.
Seventeen vertical steps reached a quarter of the stone wall. Each step appeared to be much higher than the normal steps. Some wizards wore bright red robes and held black wooden snake-head staffs in their hands. They climbed the stone steps with difficulty and hung in the air.
Some women on the Iron Chain Bridge took incense sticks and inserted them all over the top of the stone wall. They lit them all, and suddenly smoke filled the air, and the smell of incense wafted throughout the altar.
Yizhou civil and military officials entered Dongling Terrace from the arch bridge, and representatives of the aristocratic families also entered from Pingqiao one after another. As soon as the man surnamed Yin raised his eyes, he saw three rows of strange things in the center of the venue. He had never seen them before and couldn't help but
Step forward and take a look.
"What is this for?" The man surnamed Yin really couldn't guess what it was.
"It should be the Hu bed." A disciple of the noble family guessed while observing.
"Nonsense, how can a bed be so narrow?"
Another noble man held his chin with his index finger and said, "I think it's for the sacrifices. Look at it, it's flat and there is a block behind it, just to prevent the sacrifices from falling."
"Mr. Yan, you are well-informed. What is this?" asked a young man.
Mr. Yan suddenly felt embarrassed, and he was embarrassed to say that he didn't know. He frowned and thought for a while, and then said firmly: "According to my observation, this is the bed where the sacrifices are placed."
"Oh, that's it. Thank you, old man." All the disciples from the aristocratic families nodded in understanding.
At this moment, those high-ranking civil and military officials from Yizhou came over and sat down on the "hu bed where the sacrifices were placed." They had been told that this was a chair for sitting on, and it was also a chair built by Wang Fu.
The first batch of chairs produced in the production line were used for publicity at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony at Liu Zhang's request.
Mr. Yan's face instantly turned into a ripe persimmon.