"Ah, it's still the New Year. Isn't it almost March of the sixth year of Yuanfeng? Winter is almost over. Although the climate this year is a bit strange, it's almost spring." Han Xin looked around and looked in disbelief. Is it still the New Year?

"What are you talking nonsense? It was clearly April 37, the fifth year of Yuanfeng..." Chen Xi said with a dark face, very dissatisfied, "If you don't believe me, just catch the common people. They will definitely tell you that there is no New Year, and that a batch of low-priced meat will be distributed during the New Year."

Han Xin was silent, okay, just this move, the people would definitely admit that it is April 14th of the fifth year of Yuanfeng, not March 16th year of Yuanfeng. It is really amazing that you can buy the people of the Central Plains. Chen Xi didn't know what Han Xin was thinking, but even if he knew, Chen Xi would tell Han Xin, that's right, that's it.

"I remember that during the Eastern Tour before, a batch of low-priced meat had been sold." Bai Qi recalled what happened in Jiaozhou. It was almost the Chinese New Year. According to the situation last year, Chen Xi naturally put a batch of low-priced meat in the way last year.

"Can't you sell it again during the Chinese New Year?" Chen Xi replied with a force, resolutely not admitting defeat. This year is only fourteen months, and the days are a little longer and can be accepted.

"The last time I took about 100 million jin." Bai Qi settled the score and looked at Chen Xi with a little inquiring tone, "If you remember correctly, there are so many, right."

"Well, it's almost 100 million jin, and there are some other by-products, but it doesn't matter." Chen Xi nodded and said. The livestock in northern Xinjiang is still enough, and 100 million jin is just that. It sounds quite terrible. In fact, on average, one person is just two jin.

"Then you are going to send so much more," Han Xin said in amazement.

"First of all, it's not about shipping, it's about selling." Chen Xi said seriously at Han Xin.

"Isn't there a family that cannot be afforded?" Han Xin asked Ke with a smile.

"Isn't this a tax deduction in advance if you have a household registration?" Chen Xi said indifferently. Li You's household registration is really meticulous, and basically you can find people one by one.

In fact, tax deductions are just a saying. There are actually many people who can’t afford it, but this meat is collected by household registration. If you have money, you can buy it at a low price. If you don’t have money, you can also get it. Anyway, a living person will not be able to support him if he can work.

Unless you really encounter a kind of green-skinned hooligan who is lazy and has bad hearts, it is a feudal imperial system in the past, so it is necessary to ignore human rights at all. If you really encounter it, it will be easy to deal with it. Coal mines and mines need such people very much.

Some people have ways to deal with such people, so Chen Xi is really not worried that those people will not be able to make money if they eat their own food next year.

Chen Xi could not find a place to arrange for the labor force. How could this be possible? It really doesn't work. Chen Xi would not lose money even if he worked hard to reclaim land for the country, so he was not worried at all.

On the contrary, if people who want to make money, or even those who work hard, cannot get the salary to support themselves, the country may have really had a problem. Chen Xi was at least a little confused, so he would definitely allow those who work to support themselves and live better than before.

"What does it mean not to recommend me to go?" Sima Jun looked at the invitation letter and was not recommended for elderly people over 60 years old to participate. It was said that it could easily lead to cardiac arrest, etc. Sima Jun ignored me. With my physical fitness, I can live to 100 years old!

"Zichuan is talking nonsense again." Chen Ji pretended not to see the saying that people over the age of 60 were not recommended to participate in the war. If you don't go and see this kind of war gods, wouldn't it be in vain?

In fact, the heads of the aristocratic families who are currently staying in the Central Plains are either in their early twenties or upwards at the age of 60. The middle ones have been taken to explore outside, so it is not recommended that they participate in the aristocratic families over 60 years old, which is equivalent to killing half of the aristocratic families.

"Change your age, change your age, and you have developed in reverse recently. Just squeeze your grandfather's face. This year, my grandfather is fifty-nine." Deng's old man directed Deng Zhen. They have recently developed new technology. Although they don't know what the technology is useful, it's good to use it to squeeze your face.

Just like that, a group of guys whose loess was almost buried in their necks completely ignored Chen Xi's words, "As aged over 60, it is not recommended to participate in this article."

These people all think that at least they have been on the battlefield and seen blood, blood, shock, and shock. I have walked more bridges than you have walked, so what are you afraid of?

So after Chen Xi came in the evening, he saw a group of elderly people drinking tea, eating snacks and waiting for the opening ceremony, just like waiting for the stage to be built.

"I've written it, didn't I write it and not allow people over 60 to attend?" Chen Xi thought he had entered the wrong place at first, so he walked in, then exited, opened his invitation and looked at it, asking the door guard order with a strange look on his face.

The gatekeeper sighed. The Palace of Vientiane is a semi-open palace. These people are all officials. Although they have retreated to the second line and no longer have formal responsibilities, they are indeed officials, so these people here can enter.

In addition, a group of old men came together, the gatekeeper had no reason to block it. It was just that they would not allow them to enter the dream, not that they would not allow them to enter the Palace of All Things. In this case, the gatekeeper was also helpless. He had the qualifications to block these old men.

"Oh, it's not your business. It's okay, they can't get into the dream." Chen Xi went in first, then clapped his hands, attracting the attention of all the old men. Although a group of old men had already gone to Kushan, there were still a group of old men in Chang'an, and Chen Xi was convinced.

"Everyone, the pressure of entering a dream will cause obvious fatigue. You guys are getting older. It's not that you are unwilling to take you in, but that you are really worried about something happening." Chen Xi sighed and said.

There were whispers below, and Chen Xi’s reputation was trustworthy, and he had already sent a message to him, so it was impossible for them to not be allowed to read it.

"I remember you can send external transmission." Xun Shuang asked.

"If this dream is a few months, the external image will also last for several months." Chen Xi looked at Xun Shuang and explained, "And the external thing also puts pressure on external personnel."

Before he could finish this, Xun Yun and Xun Ji, who were fucking odd jobs in the Zhengyuan, had already wanted to run away. They already understood the meaning of their old man. To put it bluntly, weren’t they used them as external equipment? Please be a person, but they didn’t run away.
Chapter completed!