Prince Anfeng's men held a month's official business and ate and drank in Meizhuang for a month. In fact, there were not many treasures rushing down the mountain, and there were not even ten of them buried with him at the beginning. However, these things were worth a lot of money when they were converted into money.

In order to take care of Lao Ming's feelings, Prince Anfeng specially called someone to come to Meizhuang to buy it. Because many of them were treasures from Emperor Xian's royal family and had the value of collection, the price was very high. All the treasures were sold without leaving a single item, and converted into silver, which was 1.1 million taels.

When Lao Ming heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. One million taels were divided by one hundred thousand taels, and according to the previously agreed share, he could earn 550 thousand taels.

The shopkeeper invited the escort to come and transport the treasures. As soon as the person left, Lao Ming took out the document and looked at Prince Anfeng with a smile, "Uncle, give as much as he should give to his nephew."

Prince Anfeng said without any ambiguity, "Don't worry, I will do my best to say it, and I have a word to prove it. You wait first, I must divide them first, and then divide you and mine."

When Lao Ming heard this, he was very suspicious, "Who else do you want to give it to?"

A group of old men in black took a step forward in unison, and said in unison: "Let's wait!"

When Lao Ming saw that these hundreds of people were all guarded by the entourage, he was just paying wages, so he didn't bother, and said, "Okay, I'll send them first."

Even if I take 100,000 taels to pay my wages, I still have 500,000 taels, so I can.

But Prince Anfeng took the silver notes worth ten thousand taels, one by one, and distributed them.

Lao Ming was stunned and hurriedly reached out to hold Prince Anfeng, "Uncle, why are you so many?

Is everyone ten thousand taels?"

Prince Anfeng said while saying, "Yes, they work hard and have made great contributions, so they naturally have to get more. We don't have much effort, so we can get less. Do you have any objections?"

Lao Ming almost died. Of course he had an objection, so why did he have no objection?

"You can't share this way!"

Prince Anfeng handed a stack of silver notes to the old shadow man and signaled him to divide it. Then he looked back at Lao Ming and discussed in a friendly tone: "In your opinion, how should we divide it into it?

Let's go over there and talk in detail."

Lao Ming's eyes were dark, and he watched the old shadow man quickly split the silver bills. What else would he say?

The money will be finished long after it is finished.

He couldn't choke in one breath, and pinched the letter Yang Yang and shouted, "Don't divide it first. Uncle, look at the letter. I have agreed that we are half of each person. You want to divide them and take your own points, and I can't divide mine."

Prince Anfeng pointed at the letter and said, "Yes, I give you 50% of the share, that is, half..." He turned around and asked the old man in black, "Has the division been completed?"

How many are left?"

The old man in the shadow was holding a few 10,000 taels of money that were as thin as a cicada. "One hundred thousand taels, but Brother Man should take the decision-making power, she should take 95,000 taels, but there are still 5,000 taels left, yours!"

Prince Anfeng smiled, "Okay, then I have five thousand taels. Five thousand taels to give you a score for your nephew, and you will get two thousand five hundred taels."

Lao Ming was so angry that he smoked out of his nose, "Two thousand five hundred taels?"

Then Isn’t I even losing money on rice?”

Prince Anfeng gave him a blank look, then smiled and said, "Look at what you said, I have calculated everything for you. At best, you spent about 1,000 taels of rice and meat money for this month, and you also picked up 1,500 taels for free. It's not easy to get it. Are you happy?

You go out and ask where you have such a good job, and you can earn 1,500 taels per month?

Isn’t this the king who is planning this matter, and he is working hard to make such a small profit?

OK, stop talking. I will give you five hundred taels and make up three thousand taels, right?"

Lao Ming's eyes were dark and he was so choked that he couldn't say a word. He could only watch him send him three thousand taels of silver notes, and then turned around and left with a large team.

"uncle!"

He shouted violently, called Prince Anfeng, and ran over, "You can't tell me this."

Prince Anfeng turned around and his eyes were filled with cold air, and he raised his words, "What?

In black and white, do you want to admit it?

Do you even want to bully your uncle?

Wouldn't it be a joke to hear that you are the princes who are filial but do not understand the way of filial piety?"

Prince Anfeng looked persecuted, and looked at him with grievance and anger.

Old Ming stared at him in a daze, letting the word "Yuji" brush across his face and letting the mountain breeze blow across his desolate back. He couldn't say a word from his mouth, but he felt a chill in his heart. The word "Yuji" was so sarcastic that it was supposed to protect him, but in the end it turned into protecting the evil people. The way of heaven was unfair! "You said, are you going to default on your debts and break the contract?"

Prince Anfeng narrowed his phoenix eyes and showed his accusation and indictment.

"No...I dare!"

Lao Ming was a little weaker in his aura, and although he was secretly hated, he could not say a word.

"Don't be so aggrieved, you said, what did I say back then?

Divide mine to you half, right?

I have also got the statute, right?"

"Yes...but you didn't say you wanted to give it to..." Prince Anfeng pointed at the group of men in black and asked Lao Ming again, "Did they work in the mountains for a whole month?

You can't rest when the sun rises and sunsets, and you can't see the hard work, right?"

"This is... to see."

"They have been bleeding and sweating to dig up so much gold, silver and treasures. Should they get one?

It’s like three people going to mine, one person is responsible for planning, and the other two are responsible for digging. Can you not distribute it to the person responsible for digging?”

"This...this is certainly not possible, but this is different in nature. They are yours."

Prince Anfeng sneered, “What’s wrong with my person?

Do my people be inferior to others?

Are my people not qualified to pay?

During your reign, they secretly maintained stability and worked for the border war several times. They participated in the battle of Hong Lie's siege and the Battle of Beimo, and were injured. Have they received a penny of military pay?

Have you ever had a meal from the court?

Have you used weapons provided by the imperial court?

Why don’t we give them some money to support us now in a peaceful and prosperous era?

It’s not taken from your pocket. It’s all the money from outside. They worked hard to dig it out. I stood by and watched with you and shared several thousand taels in vain. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with?

How mean to them?”

After saying this, Lao Ming automatically lowered his head, then raised his head again, and was full of respect for the old men in black, with tears in his eyes, "Uncle, my nephew has just thought it wrong for a moment, I hope to forgive my sins. Heroes, Northern Tang will always owe you."

Prince Anfeng stopped his anger and showed a gentle look again, "Just knowing the mistake."

He turned around and called everyone, "Isn't thank the Emperor for his gratitude for his past years!"

Everyone counting the bills hurriedly bowed and said in unison: "Thank you for your grace for the meals of the Supreme Emperor these days!"

The voice was shocking! Lao Ming bowed his hand and returned the gift, and his tears blurred. After all, these people still devoted their lives to the Northern Tang Dynasty.

In this way, Prince Anfeng took everyone down the mountain. Lao Ming stood for a long time and watched them slowly calm down from their passion. He still felt wronged. Why was he wrong in the end?

Concubine Hu quietly walked over, gently held his arm, and said, "The prince is right. These silver should be distributed to them for their elderly care. For decades, they have not received the salary from the court, but they are still guarding the Northern Tang Dynasty. They are worthy of respect!"

Lao Ming sighed and handed over the money to Concubine Hu, "Gu knows it well and doesn't really care. Gu just pity his uncle at this age and is still fine with such sneaky things. In fact, he can tell Gu openly."

"If he said that, do you agree?"

Hu Taifei asked.

Lao Ming frowned and said viciously: "Don't agree, this one million taels of broken Meizhuang are not yet angry!"
Chapter completed!