Take the Department Store Back To the Three Kingdoms

Yushufang.

The emperor Yuan Shao sat cross-legged, and saw his elder son Yuan Tan coming, sitting in jeopardy.

"Father, I don't know what to call me here." Yuan Tan said calmly.

Yuan Shao looked solemn, he summoned Yuan Tan to this private place just to see begging for mercy.

After all, disaster relief is a big scapegoat. His eldest son wants face, and he thinks he is trying hard to stand in front of a hundred officials.

Son, don't hold on to it, beg for mercy. You beg father, you beg father.

Then Dad slapped you in the face, Dad is cool, and he wants you to continue to blame.

I saw in Yuan Shao that his eldest son was so clever, he would definitely seize the opportunity to beg for mercy. Maybe some fresh goods were prepared for him as sugar-coated cannonballs. At that time, he would eat the sugar-coated and the cannonballs returned.

"My son, don't you have anything to say to the emperor?"

"no."

Yuan Shao: "..." Still holding on?

Guided: "My son, thousands of people have been affected by the disaster this time, and it has reached the most critical juncture."

Yuan Tan said: "This is all trivial. Such a catastrophe is a great opportunity to enhance the power of my Yuan family."

System: "Ding, the host calmly sets the force, and the load value increases by 5."

Yuan Shao's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he heard. Such a catastrophe is still a great opportunity to increase the power of God, son, are you stupid? This is a chance to swell your face, right?

Yuan Tan waved his hand, "Father, there are other things. If there are none, don't delay me to save the world." After speaking, he turned and left.

"Ding, the host is invisibly pretending to be forced, and the pretending value is increased by 6."

Yuan Tan felt very happy, he was so fit to act as a force. It's time for the system to be upgraded. From now on, in this universe, no one can stop him from pretending to be forced.

Yuan Shao watched his eldest son go. After a while, he slammed his hair and pulled it off several times. I wonder if he pretends to be realistic like this? Who gives him the confidence to pretend to be like this?

Angrily tilted his nose and pointed to the empty outside, "Well, I'll see how you pretend to be such a force."

Yuan Tan brought the word pretending to the Three Kingdoms, and it is still a commendatory term.

The great **** Dequan and his men were ashamed, thinking that the old man would be too awesome.

Vertical sun.

Shence House.

On the street.

Busy traffic.

Hundreds of noble families and thousands of people arrived. The servants are like forests, the umbrellas are like clouds, and they are all big men with heads and faces.

Bustling into the Shence Mansion, the remaining servants jammed a street.

The sunny martial arts venue of Shence Mansion has been filled by the gentry, and the chatter is endless.

"Everyone, absolutely cannot lend a grain of grain to King Qin."

"This time, let's see what he can do for disaster relief."

The gentry is the ancient Middle-earth, the last class of ‘slave owners’. More ruthless than the landlord class of later generations, almost exactly the same as the slave owners of the slave system.

Yuan Tan was sympathetic to the common people, and severely attacked the gentry who committed crimes and exploited the common people, and the gentry waited for him to perish every day.

Zhuge Liang, these military divisions, appeared and greeted the gentry from all walks of life.

In this case, Yuan Tan arrived.

"The King of Qin, a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."

A hundred of the gentry were unhappy, and they had to kneel and bow, and at the same time, they did not allow Yuan Tan to seize the handle and take the opportunity to go wild.

Everyone knew that the emperor couldn't stand it when King Qin went crazy.

"Get up." Yuan Tan waved.

After serving the tea, the gentry sat in a precarious manner, watching their noses, their noses and mouths, and sitting in meditation, like no one said anything.

Yuan Tan knew that these gentry were Zhou Papi and Huang Shiren. 99 out of a hundred were rich and unkind. It is impossible for them to do charity.

He called the gentry over today to discuss business, and he said: "Everyone, the famine in Henan now affects tens of millions of people. Looking at it after one month, it will be an unprecedented famine."

"Of course there is a way for the eldest son to provide relief." Yang Huai said solemnly. Everyone can hear the meaning of sarcasm inside.

Zhuge Liang whispered, "Majesty, this is the younger brother of Taiwei Yang Biao and the representative of the Yang family."

Yuan Tan also solemnly said: "Of course this king has a way to provide relief."

System: "Ding, the host is forced to pretend to be forced, the pretending to fail, there is no pretending to be valued."

Yuan Tan was ashamed, pretending to have failed.

Sure enough, the gentry looked disdainful. If you think about it, you can just blow it up. If you say one million victims, we will recognize who makes you rich than the enemy, but this is 10 million people.

Yuan Tan said: "Everyone, let's talk about a business. You lend me the grain. In the coming year, the king will add 5% interest and return it to you."

The gentry heard the words and started the discussion with a buzz.

"If you have five points, it's a lot. It's a business that won't accompany you."

"Are you showing up? Are you still earning money? The interest is not compensated, but you have to pay it back?"

The person was stunned before hearing the words, and he was right, how could he still be able to afford it, next year is not a question of change, I am afraid he will send troops to suppress the peasant uprising. When the time comes, there will be another White Scarf Thief, Red Scarf Thief and so on, and there will be no royal rations.

When Qin Dynasty II died, the founding emperor of Datang burped.

"My lord, it's not that we don't borrow, but there is really no surplus food at home."

"Yes, you see, my lord, I have lost more than 50 catties, and I can't eat enough every day." said a big fat gentry.

Yuan Tan frowned, "I think you are more than 200 catties, you are quite fat."

"This..., in fact, I had more than four hundred catties before, and they called me Fat Monkey." The big fat man said in embarrassment.

"My family has no more food."

"My warehouse has starved to death mice."

"My lord, it's not that you don't want to help, it's really hard to protect yourself."

The nobles are twittering, you have nothing to say, anyway, it is just three words, no food.

Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong looked at each other, and Xun You Xunyu sighed. They had predicted this situation before that it was impossible for the gentry to come out for disaster relief, even if the court gave interest.

Nima!

Yuan Tan said that he hadn't said anything, but he had already scolded his mother secretly. The faces of these nobles were too disgusting.

Xun Yu came out. He was a famous person in the world, with high respect, and said: "Everyone, my great king has a crop called potatoes. The yield is at least three thousand jin per mu. With your grain, he will definitely be able to repay it. of."

"Fuck?"

"what's going on?"

"Three thousand catties?"

After the gentry exclaimed, they looked contemptuously.

Yang Huai stood up and said, "Master Xun, when did you become so shameless? Are you insulting our IQ? Return potatoes, you really have a literary talent, and you have a good name."

It seems that he is despising Xun Yu, but in fact the target is directed at Yuan Tan.

Xun Yu told the truth, but people became even more unbelievable, "It's really three thousand catties, and I use my net worth to guarantee it."

The nobles all sneered at it. Your net worth and life will be worthless when the famine comes. This time the eldest son came out to pretend to be coercive, so he didn’t see if this was something that could be pretended to be coerced. When the emperor shows off his might, he won't need the emperor to take action, and the 10 million victims will eat up your Shence Mansion.

Yang Huai pouted, touched his white beard, squeezed his face and said with disdain: "My lord, I'm sorry, I'm still stewing soup at home, I'm leaving."

As soon as he left, other gentry also bid farewell.

No one left soon.

"My lord, how can this be good?" Jia Xu turned around anxiously.

Other military divisions are also ants on the hot pot.

They know that potatoes are produced per mu, but the gentry don’t believe it, just as they did before.

If food cannot be raised, the victims will not be able to make it to the potato harvest.

In this way, the potato is a magical tool, and it has no use for it, and it has the same ending as it does not.

Yuan Tan didn't say a word, thinking in his heart.

Although the system has been upgraded and opened up a more powerful shopping mall, the original department store is still there, and gold can be exchanged for daily necessities, saving valuable equipment.

Yuan Tan quickly thought of a way.