"Hey hey, great master, don't die of me here, damn!"

Lao Zhang thought of everything, but he didn't expect that Aroben, a foreign monk, would straighten up as soon as he closed his eyes. Not to mention scolding such a monk, even if he was pressed to the ground and beat him, Zhang would not have any trouble. But if he died here, he would have said something.

He was involved in monks, and he was carrying an imperial edict, he was seen by Fang Xuanling, and he was specially granted a temple by the emperor. People can be fooled, but they can't die blindly.

In desperation, Old Zhang urinated so quickly. He went up and slapped Aroben and slapped him a few more times, then pinched Ren Zhong. After taking the pulse, he still had the pulse. He continued to pinch Ren Zhong. Aroben finally woke up.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"

Damn what the hell?

After shouting "Your Majesty" three times, Lao Zhang almost said "I can't do it." He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up again with a refreshed spirit. Lao Zhang looked at the old man and said helplessly: "Master, you should go and rest first."

What a terrible thing I know how many thoughts this old man has changed into, and suddenly he puts his breath away.

Aroben was still confused. After a while, he recovered and raised his hand: "Help me up."

The disciple helped him up, Aroben looked at Zhang De, and after a while, he said weakly: "We used to be in Chang'an, and we joked that you were the king of the 'demon city on earth', and now... you are indeed the king of this place."

"Hey! Master, you can eat randomly, and you can't talk nonsense."

Lao Zhang doesn’t care how the old monk arranged him. He doesn’t believe in any master. Even if he worships God, it is a domestic God. Has God Haotian heard of it? As for illegal travel, maybe one day the big bull in physics will make Zhang Dacai for the universe, and it will be?

If the old monk came as an "adventurer" and "scholar", then he would not say that good wine and good food would leave you. There could be controversy in academics, but he could still eat skewers together in life. But the old monk is now very bad at his idea and wants to come to Wuhan to fool the believers. Then, Lao Zhang did not invite him to the cutting-edge dish "fried peanuts and tofu", which is already very elegant.

A while ago, I heard that the Turks defeated Damascus and played a "robbery competition" with their opponents in Damascus, which made many Nescent scholars worry about the old master Aroben. Lao Zhang thought to himself why the bastard Turkic dog could go to Damascus to rob? The source has something to do with him, so it is not so rude.

But now it seems that it’s nothing more to be rough or rough. The old master is not physically hurt at all. It is obviously because of some reasons that stimulate the fragile "glass heart" and suffered a devastating mental blow.

"What is the difference between making the emperor resist the order and not respect him? "

Aroben jumped up in anger, and suddenly became excited again. Blue veins burst out from his neck, as if he was about to come over and bite people.

Fortunately, Lao Zhang is all guards of his family and he has been lifting iron all year round. Not to mention an old master, the Nestorians in front of him are not enough to play together.

He raised his hand to stop the guard from coming forward, and Lao Zhang smiled and said, "The great master said that I was right to resist the order. He said that I was not respectful to me, but it was bad."

It would be easy to know what kind of personality Aroben is.

Lao Zhang told him the truth: "Your Majesty the Emperor is a great talent and strategy. However, no matter how powerful the hero is, it is difficult to maintain a time when a clever wife is not a cook without rice. Master, does your money for being an emperor fall from the sky? Let me say, before I enter the capital, there are not many families in Chang'an City that can compete with me for wealth."

“…”

When he saw Old Zhang showing off his wealth, Aroben felt that the Jiang Han Observer in front of him was really a damn bastard. He thought he wanted to reason, but he showed off his wealth and showed off his wealth twenty years ago.

Of course, the Zhang family in Jiangshui twenty years ago... was still rich.

"The reason why I talk about a certain family fortune to the old master is not to show off. It's just that you said that the wealth of Chang'an is just to add a "price"."

After saying that, Zhang De signaled the Nestorian disciples again and asked them to help Aroben back to the chair. So he turned around and picked up the teacup, ate the tea, and then said, "Does the great master know that the emperor is just preparing to build the tomb for the queen, how much money and food is needed?"

Aroben looked confused, but he vaguely felt that there were many "secrets" that seemed to be revealed.

"One year's tax."

“What…what?!”

As a Damascus monk, he certainly knew that the magnificence of the nobles was built on countless "untouchables". Even if he supported a horse warrior, he needed a village to devote himself to his best. And a "king" naturally needed more.

But in the Tang Dynasty, Aluo was too late. In the ninth year of Zhenguan, Prince Candy once became a "hard currency" in the northern desert. In winter, it was almost like gems to trade. It was not until the queen completely took over that this phenomenon of "fishing in the dry pond" was changed.

The Tang Dynasty in the ninth year of Zhenguan was already able to fly, and the improvement of the central government's finances was obvious to all.

"In addition, the newly built palace and the renovation of the Jiucheng Palace Luoyang Palace, do you think it can be built with just the little property of Zhenguan for four, five or six years?"

Old Zhang stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Aroben, "The emperor can't afford to pay."

"What does the envoy mean? Do you want to say that this money is still something you have created?"

With a sneer, looking at Zhang De, Aroben's face was full of sarcasm.

"good."

“…”

The veins burst out and almost suffocated again. Suddenly, Aroben closed his eyes, but took a deep breath without getting angry. He waited for the following article.

"Don't think that someone is boasting, whether it is Dingxiang military rations, white sugar and rock sugar, refined sea salt, Hedong sesame, Hetao wool, Cangzhou cotton, Dongguan porcelain, Chang'an water machine, Qizhou glass, Wuhan silkworm seeds..." Lao Zhang did not show off, but was talking about trivial things, "Without me, they might also appear, either this year or next year, if ten years are not enough, it will come a hundred years, and it will always appear. But now the Zhenguan Dynasty needs them to appear, so I let them appear."

“…”

Aroben felt that he was listening to the legend of Chang'an Nanli, and Zhang De was a storyteller from Wuhan.

"Will it be the same if I have me or not? Can the great master understand?"

There was no intention of ridicule Aroben, and Lao Zhang did not boast, but was really explaining, "A person who is not Chinese like a great master is used to being straightforward and may also have 'intrigues', but after all, he is not a Chinese person, nor a Chinese hero. When he was a boy, he was in Chang'an and was in Wuhan at the moment. The great master wouldn't think that the emperor always regarded him as his own?"
Chapter completed!