C1004 mercurial purgatory (1/2)
The truth was more eloquent than words. When the shining Dragon-striated Silver Coin slammed onto the tables of each family, the female hostesses excitedly grabbed it and started looking it over and over like a pair of cherished eyeballs.
The commoners in the poor mountain trenches would usually trade copper coins for money, and there were even situations where people traded items in the bazaar. I used a pheasant to trade for half a bag of corn seeds, and you used a kitchen knife to trade for two large vats of pickled vegetables.
Furthermore, even local Retention s would often use physical objects to pay taxes to the county. Of course, the value of physical objects would definitely be underestimated, because the tax collected by the yamen would also count as a fire consumption.
To be honest, some people in the Big Mountain Ditch had never seen the entire silver ingot in their entire lives. The little silver horn and the silver dregs could be seen a few times, but he was not qualified to spend money on it.
Women were fated to be born with shiny things. The beauty of the Dragon-striated Silver Coin they created made them suffocate, so these women decided that they definitely wouldn't spend this money to be a family heirloom.
”It's hot when I get on the brick bed. I'll burn the wine and cook the vegetables …” ”Boss, why don't you take out the frozen elbow meat from the back room mountain and we'll celebrate New Year earlier today …”
The same scene repeated itself in everyone's houses. Retention and veteran's head had even brought people to climb ploughs through the snow and wind towards the town 30 miles away to purchase large scale items. They pulled two ploughs out of the wine and were tired to the point of breathing in and out of breath as steam rose from their noses.
When the purchased plow returned to the village, the sky was already dark and the snow was still falling non-stop. At this time, snoring could be heard coming from every house, and the exhausted soldiers still had not woken up yet.
It was only when the sky was completely dark that the banquet at the small mountain village officially started. The villagers, brimming with joy, brought out basins of chicken stewed with mushrooms, pickled vegetables stewed with white meat, deer jerky, salmon, and various other mountain treasures … Where the natural environment did not destroy, there was plenty of them. The people here never had a problem eating, and their poverty was more of a matter of policy and economic structure.
Ye Qiu, Zhu Shanchou and Qian Tianyongerlang were on the same team as Zhu Shanchou this time. The three of them stayed at Retention's house, so this dinner was naturally of a much higher standard compared to other families.
veteran's head and Retention, who had become bolder, dared to ask about the details of the three-way groove's battle. Ye Qiu and the others introduced a few things that they could talk about, so these mountain people's blood boiled with excitement.
When the troops split up, Ye Qiu couldn't understand why the Dragon Lord would require every team to bring a few old setae's heads. This thing couldn't be eaten as food, but now he knew it was of use. The men outside believed their eyes but not their ears.
When they died at the entrance of the Little Tuen Mun Village's village, all the doubts disappeared like smoke into thin air. But when the entire loyal army infiltrated the hundreds of villages along the Wusuli River's coast like mercury flowing through the ground, one could imagine just how big of an impact this place was.
Fighting for the hearts of the people was a clever thing. Being both soft and hard was the way of civil and martial arts. Even if you showed your side of the people, you still had to remember your status as a soldier, because the people were naturally willing to follow the strong.
If he didn't personally contact the natives here, Ye Qiu wouldn't have thought that fighting in this land of white mountains and black water required so much attention.
The bold townspeople began to blame the Boxers for their negligence, which was problematic in many ways in this frigid area.