The beginning of the Three Kingdoms Cheng Yuanzhi

Chapter 60

The next day, Cheng Yuanzhi and Yuan Shu met at a restaurant for a drink to celebrate their success in inheriting part of Yuan Kai's family business.

After five flavors of dishes and three rounds of wine, the atmosphere is strong and the guests and hosts have a good time.

When it came time to pay the bill, the shopkeeper cautiously stretched out a finger and said: "You two officials, the food money is equivalent to a sheep's wages."

God knows how much courage it took him to say those words.

The meal cost is more than one sheep - this is the price after the fracture.

Yuan Shu waved his hand and signaled his followers to give the money, but Cheng Yuanzhi stared at him:
"Why is a sheep so expensive for a meal? I think it's worth a chicken at most!"

"This... alright." The shopkeeper had no choice but to pinch his nose and admit it.

One chicken is one chicken, and it is considered a profit.

These people usually don't pay for their meals.

So the two parties gave the corresponding iron money according to the amount of iron money that a chicken can be exchanged for that day.

After eating, Cheng Yuanzhi calmed down from the excitement of acquiring huge assets.

Not only calmed down, but also felt a little dull.

Yuan Kai gave a lot of things for the second time, but most of them were real estate that could not be taken away, and five baht money piled up like a mountain.

If you want to bring it back to Shangdang, you need to replace it with gold and silver.

Cheng Yuanzhi definitely doesn't want the five baht money.

For him, all the industries in Luoyang, including five baht coins, are worthless.

He's had enough of the misery of the money glut of this age.

At this time, due to successive years of natural and man-made disasters, wars continued, and supplies were in short supply.Officials and private organizations from all parts of the Han Dynasty competed to mint money, and the scale and quantity of mint money was unprecedented.

There is more money, but the quantity of goods on the market is not much, the price of goods soars rapidly, and the speed of currency depreciation scares people to death.

The price of iron money is one day, one hundred yuan can buy a chicken today, but it can only buy a chicken leg tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, I’m afraid I can only buy an egg...

For example, Liu Hong sold his official position and asked for 3000 million yuan for the position of prefect. Speaking of it, this is not a sky-high price.

Because five baht is too worthless.

As long as you have iron in your hand, have a certain background power, and are not afraid of investigation, anyone can make unlimited five baht coins.

As a result, coins are flooding even more, and transactions in the market are all carried by car money.

People no longer believe in five baht coins, and most of them choose to barter.

When he was at Yuan Shu's house before, the five baht coins Cheng Yuanzhi saw were even more exaggerated. "Pile up like a mountain" and "full of houses and warehouses" are not enough to describe the amount of coins in his house.

The iron-based monetary system was on the verge of collapse in the three years of Zhongping.

The rich and powerful families communicate with each other, and when they go to the streets to spend, they no longer use iron coins as the unit, but "one chicken", "one sheep", "one cow", "one horse" and "one cool" as the unit. unit.

This "Yi Shuang" is not the other "Yi Shuang", but the price of buying a famous actress who is both excellent in color and art, and goes home to have a good time. It is slightly more expensive than a horse, and it is about the price of two cows.

However, even though the value of the five baht coin has been devalued to the end, it still retains the final reserve price, because the raw material used for casting coins, iron, can be made into weapons and farm tools after melting.

If there is no such value, five baht coins will become real rubbish.

After leaving the restaurant, Yuan Shu was satisfied and led the crowd to leave. Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes fell sharply on the street. At the corner, there was a scholar in his thirties with a handsome appearance and a good temperament.

"The world is like this, so the only way to die."

The scribe muttered in a low voice, as if he had made a certain decision, and walked out of the city with firm steps.

After leaving the city, he turned left and right, and stopped at a place with lush vegetation.

White clouds floated lazily in the blue sky, the sun shone fiercely, and it was quiet all around, the wind didn't bother to appear, and the insects didn't bother to chirp.

No one cares about his life or death,
The scribe raised his eyes and saw someone running towards him in the distance, so he took out a glowing dagger from his pocket, leaned against a tall tree with a crooked neck, and hesitated again...

After a long time, he murmured to himself:

"Just use this knife, let's end it..."

Just when the scribe picked up the short knife and was about to stab himself to death, a strong and powerful hand appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the short knife first, and gently took it away.

The scribe looked up in astonishment, and saw a scribe with a paler face and a stronger body than him.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

The white-faced strong man asked instead, "Life is so beautiful, why do you want to die?"

"It's none of your business, give me back the knife."

The white-faced strong man did not return the scissors to him, but laughed:
"You want the knife, but I don't want to give it to you. If that's the case, why don't you tell me what's difficult to understand in your heart, and I'll consider whether to return the knife to you."

The scribe looked up at the white-faced strong man, and a trace of sullenness suddenly appeared in his seemingly lifeless eyes.

He snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes, he turned his head and slammed into the crooked neck tree hard.

His eyes seemed to say, you want to prevent me from committing suicide by taking away the knife from a person who wants to die like me?

Innocent!

Can't I just crash into a tree and die?

With a bang, the scribe fell back to the ground.

He felt that he had hit a wall of meat, and his head was a little dazed.

Immediately afterwards, the annoying voice of the white-faced strong man was heard:
"I said you can't die, you can't die, no one can beg to die in front of me, layman Yunmeng."

Hearing this, the scribe seemed to be outraged, he stood up abruptly, and was about to lose his temper.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and his anger turned into surprise in an instant:

"Could it be that Your Excellency is Chang Shan Yuan She?"

"Of course!"

Cheng Yuanzhi clapped his hands, threw the unopened short knife far away, leaned against the tree with his arms folded, and looked over inquiringly.

In broad daylight, the sky is bright, this guy actually wants to commit suicide?

Suicide is suicide, but what you take is an unopened knife?

This successfully aroused his curiosity,

Follow along all the way, just to spy on the honey in it.

"Leave below, the history of the general's mansion."

Realizing that his suicide plan had been destroyed, Scribe calmed down and bowed his hands.

The madman gives way while Wenli?Cheng Yuanzhi shook his head and gestured, "I have admired you for a long time, I have admired you for a long time, I don't know what happened? It made Brother Wen Li want to die?"

Bian Rang shook his head, and said eloquently: "A man who has nothing to rely on in the country, and a day without joy in his life, I can only show my ambition by death..."

The year before last, General He Jin heard of his reputation and admired him very much, so he wanted to enlist him as an official in the General's Mansion, but was worried that he would not come, so he pretended to enlist him as a military staff member.

After Bian Rang was deceived to Luoyang, he found that he was only appointed as Ling Shi by He Jin.

His name is Ling Shi, but he is actually a low-level clerk in the mansions of the major generals—that is, someone who runs errands and manages the business.

Whenever He Jin had a big banquet for the guests, he asked Bian Yi to accompany the banquet, and wrote poems and poems to enhance the atmosphere.

Although many celebrities, such as Kong Rong and Wang Lang, were overwhelmed by Bian Rang's demeanor and sent postings and business cards to ask for friendship, this still made Bian Rang feel embarrassed.

Even Cai Yong, a famous scholar who took refuge in Wu due to the disaster of the party, heard about his dissatisfaction in the capital, and wrote to He Jin, strongly recommending He Jin to promote him.

But He Jin laughed it off.

Bian Rang failed to resign several times and was not allowed to escape freely. In addition, he discovered that He Jin was a big idiot. Today, when the Han Empire is in turmoil, he still only cares about his own enjoyment and does not think about the interests of the country.

Seeing the bleak future of the empire, Bian Rang was suddenly disheartened and prepared to end his remaining life.

It turned out that Cheng Yuanzhi was thoughtful.

It was clear that Bian Rang had no intention of committing suicide at all, and this might...could be a show.

It was destroyed by myself.

In the words, several servants of the general's mansion have hurriedly chased here.

Seeing that Bian Rang was safe and sound, they were talking to Yuan She who had been to the General's Mansion several times, so they left two people here to take care of them, and the rest went back to the General's Mansion to report.

As soon as the words are said, everyone is a smart person from the scholar circle in the capital. They all know the reason for this move, and they should have exposed it tacitly.

But at this time, Cheng Yuanzhi's old problem of loving scholars was committed.

I saw him slowly draw out the long sword at his waist, and handed it over: "Brother Wen Li, this sword of mine cuts iron like mud, blows hair and cuts hair, it is the best for suicide, it is absolutely guaranteed to be painless. The blood is more than three feet high..."

Bian Rang waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no... no."

Cheng Yuanzhi withdrew his long sword, put the sword on his neck with his backhand, and pretended to be fierce, and said: "A gentleman has the beauty of an adult, Brother Wen Li, why don't I help you finish it!"

"This... this... must not..."

While backing away with a terrified expression, Cheng Yuanzhi pressed forward step by step.

poof...

While letting his feet suddenly shudder, he fell to the ground again.

Not far away, two servants of the General's Mansion saw this, turned their faces away and shrugged.

"Hahaha..." Cheng Yuanzhi looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, put away his sword, and left in a hurry.

　PS: The matter of side concessions is slightly different from the original history, and the author has done a little artistic processing here.

　　According to investigation, in the original history, at this time Bian Rang was the commander of General He Jin. Although the official was small, he was appreciated by He Jin. He was promoted to be the prefect of Jiujiang around 187. After taking office, he felt that he was not competent, but Go to the office and return home.About 193 years later, he was killed for repeatedly insulting Cao Cao.

　　
　
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