Chapter 35 Moisturizing Things "I'm waiting, I've been given instructions before I came.
No, I can't cause trouble to my uncle.
We have to start from a small soldier."
Hearing Zhu Chongjiu's solemn words, Peng Zaozhu quickly stood up and responded.
He didn't fully understand the latter.
It is only natural for me to conquer the country and let my son enjoy the remaining shadow.
But this did not prevent him from superficially approving of Zhu Chongjiu.
Several other teenagers had similar thoughts to Peng Zaozhu.
They also stood up one after another, pretending to be ready to start over.
Seeing this, Zhu Chongjiu didn't say anything further.
Anyway, there is still a year of polishing in the martial arts hall, which is enough to mark these second generations as the Huai'an Army.
As for their future prospects, with the foundation they have laid early, even if they don't take care of themselves, they will not fall behind ordinary people.
"I didn't feel it at first.
When I went to Bianliang this time, I found that Yangzhou was much more prosperous than other places."
Sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, Pan Feng winked at Peng Zaozhu and tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Yes, we were gone for just over a month.
When we came back, we saw dozens more shops had opened."
Peng Zaozhu understood the idea and echoed loudly and exaggeratedly.
"Isn't it right?
You can buy everything here in Uncle Eighty-one.
Over in Bianliang, sometimes you can't even find a place to sell things even if you have copper coins."
"Almost everything is shipped from Huai'an, and the price is more than twice as expensive as here."
All the young people were talking in confusion.
At first, there was still some deliberate flattery, but as he spoke, he forgot his previous purpose.
The similarities and differences between Bianliang and Huaiyang were compared one by one.
Regardless of city size or population, Bianliang is no less than Yangzhou and Huai'an.
However, the prosperity level between the two markets is vastly different.
The Huaiyang workshop uses a large number of hydraulic machinery, which reduces the cost of many products to outrageous levels.
After these products arrived in Bianliang, they outperformed local products with their relatively excellent quality and exquisite craftsmanship.
This will inevitably lead to the rapid concentration of wealth towards Huaiyang.
The less local goods can be sold, the less money the people have left.
The less money people have in their hands, the more reluctant they are to spend it.
Once a vicious cycle begins, it's hard to know the end.
However, in sharp contrast to the increasingly poor people's livelihood, some powerful figures in Bianliang Red Scarf can always easily control large sums of money, and their lives become more and more extravagant.
The teenagers had never studied economics and could not explain the strange sights they saw.
But with their keen intuition, they discovered that the prospect of Bianliang Red Scarf was not good.
If the current situation continues, the Huai'an Army will be able to push many surrounding forces, including the Bianliang Red Scarves, to a dead end little by little, even without using force.
And this speed will definitely not be too slow.
Maybe in five years, or at most ten years, the results can be seen.
"Dong dong dong", there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the wooden stairs.
The waiter in the restaurant brought out a few freshly cooked vegetables on an exquisite lacquer plate, and took the opportunity to remove a few leftovers that had been almost swept away.
The young people's conversation was interrupted by delicious food, and they took a few bites with their chopsticks.
Then he unconsciously turned to other topics.
"The people here in Uncle Eighty-One look different from other places."
Zhang Hongsheng, the orphan of the three heroes of the Zhang family, looked at the place where the guys' backs disappeared and said with emotion.
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"Over there in Bianliang, everyone went out to eat.
The shopkeeper and the waiters were trembling together, as if we didn't pay for the meal."
"They just don't give me money over there," his uncle and brother Zhang Hongliang responded with a red neck as he was drunk.
"I saw with my own eyes that the shopkeeper followed behind me to beg for help, but was slapped all over his face."
"Nonsense, they are all Red Scarf Army, how can they be so unbearable?"
Peng Zaozhu glared at the second son of the Zhang family and interrupted in a low voice.
"When Liu Shuai was there, he also had extremely strict requirements on military discipline."
"The key is that Marshal Liu is not here, and others are busy fighting for power."
Zhang Hongliang raised his neck and fought back without fear.
"If Du Zundao wants to fight for power, he has to promise benefits to his subordinates.
He himself can't bring anything practical, so he simply allows his subordinates to take bribes, bend the law, and act tyrannically.
When Marshal Liu comes back and finds that he can't do anything anymore, he has to punish him A group of people will then lose the support of those officials, and their purpose of suppressing someone will be completely achieved without anyone noticing."
"Well" Zhu Chongjiu's attention was attracted by Zhang Hongliang, and he looked at the latter quietly from the corner of his eye.
He found that the second eldest son of the Zhang family was far less muscular than the other teenagers, but his eyes looked much brighter.
Even when he was drunk, what he said was still well-founded and coherent.
In contrast, Peng Zaozhu's temperament is a bit rough and he is always self-righteous.
He gently pinched the back of Zhang Hongliang's neck and scolded in a low voice, "You are not Du Zundao's staff.
How do you know what he is planning?
Although he and General Liu are at odds, they will not take advantage of him."
The future of the entire Bianliang Red Scarf is a bet."
"That's not necessarily the case.
He didn't conquer the country.
He won't feel bad if he sells it.
Even if he can't compete with Marshal Liu, he can still vote for the Mongolian court.
If the official does it, the money will be no less than what he gets here."
Zhang Hongliang replied in a low voice.
After saying this, he stuck his head into his own tableware and started chewing.
Because of his sharp eyesight, he saw more darkness than others.
Therefore, there is no hope for the future of the entire Red Scarf Army except the Huai'an Army.
"Uncle Eighty-one, don't listen to this kid's nonsense.
Some of the Mingjiao disciples over there are indeed making some outrageous noises.
But most of the brothers have not forgotten their roots."
Peng Zaozhu turned his head and cupped his hands towards Zhu Chongjiu, explaining with a smile, "The key is Prime Minister Liu Futong is not here.
If he can come back, just coughing a few times can stop the Xiaoxiao people from doing anything wrong. " "The key is not whether Marshal Liu is there or not, but that there are no rules.
Even if there are rules, they are not willing to follow them seriously."
Zhang Hongliang lowered his head and continued to mutter, "Unlike here in Huai'an, what can and cannot be done has been stipulated for a long time.
You have to be fine.
Even if you are a veteran of Mingjiao, if you dare to break the rules of Uncle Eighty-One, you will still be punished by jail.
That's what I admire most about Uncle Eighty-One."
Raising his head suddenly, he looked at Zhu Chongjiu and added loudly with an extremely pious expression, "We have set rules for everyone early on, and we must follow them.
No matter whether you are an official or a commoner, the rules are the highest.
In this way, not only Officials dare not bully others easily, and ordinary people also know that as long as they do not break the rules, no one can do anything to them
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