eurekapd Chapter 160: People who don't work have the most chapters
Chapter 160: People who don't work have the most chapters
Although Prince Yi Fengming's health is much better than in his previous life, he is still a prince after all, and his body is delicate and not as strong as those soldiers and civilians who are used to hard work.
Zhou Chang sat down slumpedly and ate two pieces of snacks before he lost his appetite. He drank the newly served hot tea but still couldn't muster up any energy. He knew that this was a symptom of staying up late for several nights.
There is no other way to make up for it except sleeping.
Zhou Chang covered himself with the quilt and forced himself to take a short nap, but his mind was like a movie playing at double speed and could not stop for a moment.
I don't know how long it took, but I could vaguely hear the sound of quarreling again.
I walked out and suddenly opened my eyes. The moon had already risen to the middle of the sky above my head.
"How long have I slept?" Zhou Chang's voice was hoarse as he spoke.
"Not long," the skinny monkey, who had been dozing off on a chair, stood up lazily, "probably just an incense stick of time."
As he spoke, he poured tea, tested the temperature of the water in the teapot, and presented it to Zhou Chang.
Zhou Chang took it and drank two sips before his throat felt better. Suddenly, he heard a quarrel coming from the east.
"What's happening over there?" She must have been awakened by the faint sound coming from the east.
In the quiet night, the west stand at this time is like an isolated tower, far away from the hustle and bustle of fireworks.
Looking from afar at the east, the bustling scene with people talking and laughing makes one feel like in another world.
The skinny monkey stretched lazily and looked around: "I don't know, Your Majesty, do you want me to go over and ask?"
"Go and take a look." Zhou Chang threw off the quilt and shuddered.
As soon as the sun went down, the night air immediately became cooler.
The weather is abnormally cold even though it's only early July. You can imagine what the temperature would be like in northern Vietnam when it's snowing heavily.
It’s not normal, it’s not normal…
Zhou Chang muttered to himself as he walked down the stands.
The skinny monkey followed and turned back to wave to the distance.
Gao Yuan didn't know where he had gone to relieve himself. When he came back, he saw Zhou Chang going east and hurriedly followed him.
When he was halfway there, the Imperial Guard saw him and ran over.
"What happened?" Zhou Chang asked.
Tang Mao looked anxious, but he said, "Your Highness, there is no need to worry about it. It was just a quarrel between the guards and the brothers of the Imperial Guards. Please let us solve it ourselves."
"Solve it by yourself? How to solve it by yourself? Are we going to have a fight?" Zhou Chang thought that what happened just now was over.
Tang Mao kept silent, which was considered as his agreement.
"Why?" Zhou Chang could guess roughly, but he still had to ask, "Are they just bored and urging us again?"
Zhou Chang had seen a lot in the workplace in his previous life. People who don't work often talk the most. It is precisely because they don't work that they have the time and energy to gossip.
"Well... yes..." Tang Mao had to answer the question, but obviously didn't want Zhou Chang to intervene.
They are soldiers, and they would never talk when they can take action.
Zhou Chang could not afford to delay, and as he spoke, he had already walked to the iron pot where the snake oil was boiled, where a new row of long tables had been added.
The first batch of frostbite cream has been made and cooled, and the master craftsmen are lined up and starting to pour it into small bottles.
"How many more?" Zhou Chang felt relieved. It seemed that everything was going well.
Shi Song, the chief steward of the Imperial Pharmacy, was still holding on: "Your Highness Prince Yi, we have just started filling the bottles, but it should be done soon, soon."
"Thank you for your hard work, Manager Shi. I will remember your contribution in front of His Majesty later." There was no bonus for these functional departments in Zhou Chang's budget. He could only remember to say a few good words about him in front of the emperor if he had the chance.
Shi Song is a sincere person: "Your Highness Prince Yi is worth a lot of money, but he has to stay here for three days and three nights. As servants, how dare we not do our best?"
"Alas..." Zhou Chang looked up again and saw the confrontation between the two not far away. He couldn't help but sigh first, and did not forget to comfort Tang Mao, "Tang Duwei, tell the brothers of the Imperial Guards not to bother with the people in the garrison camp. People who don't work are often the meanest. If you work harder, I will give each of you...an extra ten taels of silver."
She couldn't help but think of the various bloody dramas in the workplace in her previous life. People who didn't work often got more. When she thought about it this way, her compensatory psychology became stronger. What's more, she really couldn't think of a better way to motivate people at the moment.
As they were talking, a group of people came closer.
Tang Mao did not respond, but whispered: "Your Highness Prince Yi, it's not that the brothers of the Imperial Guards don't work hard, nor do they want more money, but... the soldiers of the Imperial Guards and the garrison have always been... the brothers who know that they are doing this are all for the sake of the frontline battle. Those who don't know only think that we are willing to be cooks for money."
Zhou Chang also understood that the imperial guards probably felt humiliated.
Sometimes the enemy not only appears on the battlefield, but is more likely to come from colleagues.
If this happened in the previous life, it would not be shameful.
Make money.
But in the ancient times with a strict hierarchical system, money not only had to take a back seat, but sometimes even had a counterproductive effect.
The soldiers of the imperial guards looked listless, exhausted both physically and mentally, and full of anger.
The people from the West City Garrison Camp just stood there with their arms folded, staring at the confrontation without paying any attention to the progress of the frostbite cream.
"What are you looking at? I'm going to poke your dog eyes out." At this moment, someone cursed.
Before Zhou Chang could hear clearly, the two sides had already started pushing each other.
"Stop it," Tang Mao rushed into the crowd to stop them, "How dare you! This is an important area of the imperial palace."
Instead, Shi Song woke up and shouted from behind: "His Royal Highness Prince Yi is here."
The title of prince still had some effect, and the sudden conflict was suppressed.
Both sides stopped fighting, except for the captain of the garrison camp, Wu Zhi, who was still holding on to the collar of a guard.
The imperial guard was also unambiguous and also grabbed the other man by the back of the neck, and both sides glared at each other.
Zhou Chang walked slowly into the crowd, and the soldiers on both sides made way for the open space in the middle.
The two men glared at each other, only glancing at Zhou Chang out of the corner of their eyes, and neither of them was willing to let go first.
"I don't care what your reason is, separate first." Zhou Chang tried his best to keep his voice calm.
The two of them just kept staring at each other, neither of them said a word, and neither of them let go.
Zhou Chang had never experienced such a situation before and didn't know what to do.
However, Prince Yi Fengming regained consciousness and whispered, "Gao Yuan..."
Gao Yuan had been following Zhou Chang half a step to the side, without answering, and took a step forward.
Under the firelight, his figure was mighty and majestic, as if he was cast in bronze. Although he stood on one hand, he was as majestic as a deep pool and a mountain.
Wu Zhixian was forced by Gao Yuan's momentum and couldn't help but open his mouth to explain: "Your Highness Prince Yi, their imperial guards..."
With a "bang", before he could finish his sentence, the man flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah..." The guard who was holding Wu Zhi's hand suddenly lost his sight, and somehow he loosened his grip, and was thrown out. He retreated several steps, and fortunately someone supported him from behind, otherwise he would have fallen flat on his face. "Instead of passively losing sleep, it is better to actively stay up late;
Instead of abandoning the pit proactively, they are still digging the pit passively;"