Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

"The little white lotus religion is a cult, it is simply a cult! There are a lot of salty things in it, it is almost unheard of."

Scholars gather to chat. There are many people in the teahouse now. They are talking here, and there are many people listening with their ears erected next to them. Scholars are the weather vane. Generally speaking, what scholars respect, even if the people don’t understand, they will People think that what they admire is good, and if they devalue something, the people will think that thing is bad.

"The grown-ups should kill them all! Such people living in the world are just disgusting."

"Some people don't believe it. I heard that the followers of the Little White Lotus Sect thought that their leader was threatened."

"Some people, even if they see it with their own eyes or hear with their own ears, as long as they don't want to believe it, they won't believe it anyway."

"Poor and hateful."

"Most people in this world are like this, but they don't know it."

Lin Yuan was sitting behind the screen of the tea house with a pot of hot tea. Dr. Tea's hand was trembling. He did not expect that such a big man would come to their tea house to drink tea, and he could come and serve him. When Dr. Tea was pouring tea His hand shook, tea was spilled on the table, he breathed, his body knelt down before his brain could react.

"Huh?" Lin Yuan was inexplicable.

Dr. Cha couldn't even say a complete sentence. As soon as he spoke, he fought with his teeth and said upside down: "South, Nan Bodhisattva, forgive the sins... Caomin, Caomin..."

Lin Yuan just stood up, didn't seem to see the tea on the table, and said to Dr. Tea: "Go on, you don't need to wait here."

Dr. Cha used both hands and feet, almost crawling out.

After a short while, he estimated that he could not hold it back anymore, and when he was far away, Dr. Cha shot his crotch|under, his pants|crotch was soaked.

"A smell of urine!"

"Who is urinating? Why do you come out even if you can't help it?"

Dr. Cha quickly hid, his face flushed now, not knowing whether it was fear or excitement.

Lin Yuan could hardly walk around. The people around him were not far away from him. These people were equivalent to security guards, but unlike security guards, if they were in danger, they would rather protect him if they died.

But Lin Yuan actually feels that there is no need to be so vigilant-after all, few people have seen him, and will not combine his face with his identity. If he goes out alone, at most he will be regarded as a rich brother, but every time he takes it with him With so many people going out, they know their identity at a glance.

But about him going out.

Song Shizhao, Song Lian, and Robben Wu Changqing have the same opinion. The effect is that he is now noble. If he is accidental, then all of this will be over. Therefore, if he can not go out, it is best to stay in the palace. , Under heavy protection, so that the courtiers can feel at ease.

Lin Yuan was arrogant when he came out this time. He felt that if he was bored in the government office, he would definitely get bored. Faced with a lot of official business every day, his eyes were always dry and astringent. There is no eye drops in this era. There were sore eyes and tears. Song Shizhao saw him a few times, thinking that he was the tears of sadness when he saw the tragic situation of the people in other places.

I don't know why it was passed out.

Said that he couldn't bear watching the people's miserable state, crying every day, crying every night, crying eyes were almost blind.

Lin Yuan heard the rumors that he was crying blind several times.

Many people sincerely believed that he was blind.

Lin Yuan couldn't explain this matter, so he could only pretend that he didn't know anything. The people seemed to think that he could handle political affairs well even if he was blind. From another perspective, the people were quite confident in him.

He is sitting in the teahouse now, listening to the scholars outside talking loudly. There are also smart scholars. They read more books. Some scholars who are not studying hard think more, and are wiser and more foresighted than others.

"I think that Nan Bodhisattva is going to fix the chaos below."

"To put it bluntly, that is, I am afraid that the teachings will really encourage the teachings to rebel."

"Just don't know how long it will take."

"I think this is a good thing. The people are so stupid. If the people above open one eye and close one eye, the world will be even more chaotic."

"Isn’t the dog court like that? The emperor is in the palace’s Jiuchi Roulin every day. What does he care about the suffering of the people and what evil cults do harm? I see, he only cares about the beauty of today’s beauties, and whether the wines of tomorrow are mellow, I said that if the emperor did it like that, it was almost like a pig."

"It's not as good as a pig, a pig can kill and eat meat anyway."

I don't know when it started, the awe of the group of scholars for the Dayuan Emperor disappeared.

But such scholars are still in the minority. Most scholars dare not say anything even if they know the absurdity of the emperor above them. The emperor is the emperor, and the emperor cannot be wrong.

It was also the fault of the courtier that the courtier did not admonish the emperor. In their opinion, even if the courtier smashed his head and killed his life, it was only because he discouraged the emperor.

Lin Yuan listened in the cubicle with a teacup in his hand. He listened with great gusto. He stayed on it for a long time. He hadn't heard these words for a long time. Now the people next to him are human spirits. Everyone has eighteen-curved intestines, and his words are not leaking-even Brother Dao rarely chats with him as before.

The distinction between monarch and minister is becoming more and more obvious.

Although this is not a bad thing, Lin Yuan still feels lonely sometimes.

This was the first time that Lin Yuan felt the feeling of being cold from a high place.

In such a position, he has no friends anymore, the status gap is too big, and he still holds the power of life and death in his hand, no one would want to be friends with Lin Yuan that much.

Lin Yuan sometimes thinks about it and feels that being an emperor is also very miserable. In order to be a Mingjun, he is busy every day, wakes up earlier than chickens and sleeps later than dogs. There are so many courtiers, but each has its own flowers. Intestines, there are so many concubines lying on the same bed, but they don't even know whether the other party is sincere about themselves.

There are so many children, but the children grow up in an environment full of power and everyone wants to get the most out of him.

Such days... seem to be quite miserable.

That's why there are so many faint monarchs, and a little faint can lead a happier life.

You can dismiss the courtiers you hate, support the ones you like, dote on the concubines you like, and alienate the ones you hate.

Now listening to these scholars chatting, Lin Yuan found it quite interesting, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, a cheerful appearance.

The guards in civilian clothes looked at Lin Yuan’s expression, and they were relieved—they were afraid that these scholars would provoke the South Bodhisattva by then. Unlucky for these people is nothing. If they make the South Bodhisattva angry. How to do?

If Lin Yuan has the most fans, it must be the most people around him.

Sometimes Lin Yuan feels incredible. These people follow him every day, knowing that he has to eat three meals a day and go to the toilet. How can he truly feel that he is a god? Isn't this too fantasy?

The scholars have shifted from the topic of cult to the people's livelihood.

One of them said: "You said that Nan Bodhisattva spends all his energy on lowly people. Does he know that he relies on scholars to govern the country? I wanted to say before, what kind of culture is Pingjiang now? Forming cliques and pleasing to the top of Wu's surname, it is in a mess. Have you ever seen a real official?"

The other scholars did not speak, and Lin Yuan also listened with great interest.

The man said again: "I see, that Nan Bodhisattva is just letting them fight. When they get tired of fighting, and when they get tired of fighting, he will come out again, then those people will be obedient."

"Why are you panicking?"

"That's right, it doesn't look like selecting an official, it's like raising Gu."

"But I also think that when the Nan Bodhisattva looked at the Lixian Corporal, he just said that he didn't do anything real."

"How do you say this? Is it possible to ask the scholars to ask for officials? Everyone needs face!"

The person who spoke at the beginning said again: "The officer was sealed first, and it was nice to call out. Two courtesy officers, put up a name, didn't have to do anything, just that, they were all forced to death."

Speaking of the two dead, the scholars are a little bit unaware of what to say.

Although a little bit sad, but more gloating.

They all know that Nan Bodhisattva will definitely use scholars, but they don't want people to look at him as being threatened by scholars' power.

So they don't have to do anything, just wait quietly.

There are people who want to get ahead, and when those people get beaten up, won't they benefit?

Lin Yuan sighed leisurely as he listened to the readers talking.

If this were in modern times, there were so many scholars and civil servants everywhere, but no one would have such an idea.

The bottom line is that there are too few people who can read in this era, and every one of them is precious. They are used to the days when they are held up.

"Brother Yang said so much, but what good strategy?" Someone suddenly asked, his tone was not very good.

The brother Yang said: "It's impossible to take the path of Master Wu. If we want to go further, we might as well ask Governor Song."

Governor Song is Song Lian.

Someone sneered: "The Governor Song has just arrived, and he is not stable, so how can he manage our affairs?"

Brother Yang: "I'm short-sighted, I have nothing to do with Xiongtai's letter or not, you guys take it easy, let's go ahead."

Lin Yuan turned his head and said to the guards beside him: "The surnamed Yang, please pay attention."

The guard quickly said: "Yes."

A guard has already followed the man surnamed Yang out, and it is estimated that he will follow someone else's residence.

Lin Yuan didn't understand. He put a big sign like Song Lian there. Song Lian has always been quite prestigious, and there is still a shortage of people under his hand. Why don't those scholars go? Fei joined Wu Changqing's side.

Could it be that... is Wu Changqing's special personal charm, but he didn't realize it?

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Qiqi was too tired from the car yesterday, and fell asleep when I got off the car, so I couldn't update.

As a result, I caught a cold today... I slept all day long.

Tomorrow will make up yesterday’s update, and tomorrow will be more detailed 6K [scratch head], I have not caught a cold for two years and have been coughing all the time, I hope to get better tomorrow.

(And it’s raining here today. I feel bone pain when I sleep. My fingers and calf bones are twitching and painful. I should be calcium deficient. Buy some calcium tablets tomorrow...