After losing Shengjing, Prince Zhuang Bo Guoduo, the ****, seemed to have grown a lot aged suddenly, and he no longer had the same pace as before when he walked. However, the so-called donkey was not overwhelmed. Bo Guoduo, wearing a dragon king suit, sat upright there as if he was still the majestic prince of the past, but the dusk aura exposed from his body could not be concealed.

"Uncle San, you arrived early, and my nephew greeted you." Prince Jian Yaerjiang A came a little later. When he arrived, Boguoduo had sat for a while. The other princes and Beile, Beizi had basically arrived almost the same. When he entered the front hall, Yaerjiang A greeted everyone with a smile, especially Boguoduo who was sitting upright on the top.

Listening to the sound, Bo Guoduo's half-closed eyes opened slightly. Seeing that it was Yaer Jiang'er who was smiling and hitting Qian'er for himself, his nostrils snorted: "Prince Jian is busy with official duties, but I haven't seen him for some days. I can't bear the gift of your prince."

Yaerjiang A giggled and said, "Uncle San, you are so fond of this! My nephew is now a free prince. What official duties can I do are nothing more than the trivial matters at home. When I retreated from Shengjing north, my family needs to be resettled for food, drink, defecation and sedation. My family's financial resources are far worse than before. My nephew is busy with these days and forgot to pay tribute to you. I also ask Uncle San not to be accustomed to you."

After hearing what he said, Bo Guoduo could understand. In fact, this is true for all the governments now. Although Bo Guoduo is old and ignorant, he is still Prince Zhuang after all, and the final decision-making power for major and large affairs in the palace is still in his hands.

Yaerjiang's words immediately resonated with others. Although they have fallen into Qiqihar, this place is not Shengjing after all. Where have they suffered such sufferings, such princes, Beile, Beizi, etc. who have been born with wealth and wealth?

Not only that, tens of thousands of people are crowded in a small city. **** like Prince Zhuang and Prince Jian live in ordinary houses, not to mention other princes, Beile and Beizi?

Many people suddenly lived in ordinary houses from their previous luxury houses, and the gap was huge. Furthermore, these people were not only lonely, but also a lot of slaves under their names in addition to their own families. The placement of these slaves really made many people famous, and many slaves even cried to their masters every few days.

When they talked about this, everyone couldn't help but sigh. Some said that their slaves now live in shacks, while others said that they would starve to death if they had no food and clothing.

Listening to these people's stories, Bo Guoduo sneered. Although he was no longer a director, he knew very clearly about the current situation. There are difficulties at present, but it is far from what they said. If the slaves of these people can't survive, then what about the ordinary bannermen and people who followed them here?

I've lived a long life, and I haven't seen anything about Bo Guoduo? Who are you saying these words? It's just a joke!

"Since the servants below are not satisfied, it is difficult for the master to take care of them. I have a way to do it." Bo Guoduo said suddenly.

"Uncle San, what's the way?"

"Prince, we are all our own people. After breaking the bones and connecting the tendons, what method do you have to hide it!"

Everyone asked quickly, and at the same time, they showed an expression of expectation in their faces. In fact, Prince Yi held a banquet today, and they came early, just to join forces to suppress Prince Yi through this banquet. It would be better for Prince Yi to share the food and food that he brought with him.

They are all rich people, and they suddenly fall into this situation. It’s okay for a day or two. Who can stand it after a long time? No matter what, the necessary decency must be maintained? Your slaves must continue to hold them in your hands, right? If this continues, people’s hearts will be dispersed, so what are they going to be the masters?

Everyone stared at Bo Guoduo. Although Bo Guoduo was old, his status was the highest among the people here. If anyone could meet Prince Yi, it would probably be this Prince Zhuang.

With his turbid eyes opened, Bo Guoduo glanced at everyone, and naturally knew what these people were thinking. Who was he? He was so dignified. When Kangxi was there, he had to give him three points of face. Although he had been outside the pass for a long time, he had a lot of contact with things in the court. Whether it was a cunning or a cunning person, he could not compare with these juniors who relied on their ancestors to live.

After smiling, Bo Guoduo said lightly: "The servants below cannot afford to use them, so they don't need them. When I reached this point of Qing Dynasty, I still have the face to say. According to my opinion, it would be better to hand over these servants and live a peaceful life."

"What!"

"Prince, aren't you joking?"

"No! How can this happen? Without these slaves, what have we masters become?"

Bo Guoduo's words were like a drop of water falling into the oil pan. These princes, Beile, and Beizi suddenly exploded, with incredible expressions, and several even stood up from their seats, full of indignation.

Who are they? They are the masters, the masters of Manchus, the noble princes, Beile and Beizi!

Didn’t the rise of the Qing Dynasty rely on the Eight Banners system? With the Eight Banners, the Qing Dynasty was later, and their glory and wealth were also achieved.

If the master without a slave is called a master? Even if his own things are just a piece of garbage and a pile of shit are their own, it is useful! If they are sent out for no reason, where will they go? Thinking of this, everyone almost spoke in unison, and one of the young princes said in anger, saying that this is breaking the rules of his ancestors. No matter how difficult it is, he will never give up his slaves.

Give up your slave? This seems to sound beautiful, but in fact, only a slave can have a master. If you don’t have a slave, you will be a bad master.

Bo Guoduo was not angry when he looked at the excited crowd. He just said lightly that he was a family. If you like to listen, you should listen, or not. After that, he closed his eyes on his own, as if an old monk had entered a state of meditation.

On the contrary, another ****, Prince Jian, Yaer Jiang A, was not as "inspiring" as those younger generations. He frowned slightly and glanced at Bo Guoduo who stopped talking. He suddenly moved his heart, as if he understood something.

"Can you say..." Just as Yaerjiang A was about to ask Bo Guoduo's own guess, suddenly, a sound from outside, "Prince Yi is here..."

As the sound rang out, the hall in front of me suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes looked at the door at the same time. After a moment, Prince Yi, wearing a dragon suit, appeared in front of everyone.

"Everyone, I was too late to be in business just now."
Chapter completed!