Several young people saw the ceremony, and the guests and hosts were seated. Zhang Yingchen ordered the Taoist boy to present the fragrant tea - "Li Mu Mountain Oolong Tea" specially shipped from Lingao. The strange tea fragrance immediately attracted the young people. 【Read the latest chapter】
Zhang Yingchen asked with a smile: "Aren't there any window classes in the first month?"
Zhuang Yongling and others immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Sir, I have arranged reading and writing. I have finished them. It is still early in the day and I went out for a walk."
"That's good." Zhang Yingchen nodded. Looking at several teenagers, two of them were Zhuang Qian's eldest son and second son Zhuang Xialing and Zhuang Heling, both in their teens.
Zhuang Xialing and Zhuang Heling were not among these teenagers originally, but they also came this time. It seemed that their last "poisoning" plan was very successful. I couldn't help but feel happy.
Several teenagers looked at each other, and finally one of them plucked up the courage to ask: "Taoist Zhang, today we listened to your sermon. It is different from the general Quanzhen and Zhengyi. Could it be that this is your own portal?"
This question was very pointed. Zhang Yingchen said with a smile on his face: "Pindao comes from the lineage of the real person Zou Tiebei of Shenxiao. This way is not created by Pindao out of thin air, but comes from a few insights gained from traveling around the world for many years."
"So, the real person has attained enlightenment?"
Zhang Yingchen avoided answering, just smiled enigmatically, and said slowly: "What is the Tao, and what is a Taoist?" He stood up and chanted: "Observe the principles of heaven and earth, study things to gain knowledge, and educate the world. This is Those who have gained the Tao are those who have the Tao. Those who are skilled in the art know their skill but do not know why it is done. This is not the Tao. This is not the Tao."
These words were very simple, and the young men in the Zhuang family all studied poetry, so they naturally understood them. Zhuang Qian nodded and said: "Sir has mentioned the study of things to achieve knowledge many times. The book I borrowed from the students last time was also about the study of things. Could it be that the study of things to achieve knowledge is what the teacher calls 'Tao'?"
Zhang Yingchen nodded: "Exactly."
Several teenagers looked at each other. This method was very different from the knowledge system they usually came into contact with. Countless questions were swirling in their minds. I wanted to get to the bottom of it, but I was also quite wary of Zhang Yingchen's status as a "god". Moreover, their family education was very strict and they ignored Buddhism and Taoism. They were afraid that if they asked too many questions, it would be bad if their family members knew about it.
Seeing their expressions, Zhang Yingchen roughly knew what they were thinking, and thought to himself, I can't speak too clearly now, otherwise I will scare you and your parents away. Fortunately, I have a new weapon in my hand.
He stood up and beckoned: "Come with me."
As he spoke, he opened a door in the study. Several teenagers looked at each other. Then he followed in.
Inside the door, there is another world. This is a solid courtyard. There is no door to enter except the study door. There are several large tables in the room, and all kinds of equipment are displayed on them - in fact, they are all models and teaching aids used by Zhang Yingchen for teaching. In particular, there are seven or eight teaching aids that express physical theorems. The manufacturing is particularly fine. These were all things he obtained from Lingao after a lot of talking. Currently, only national schools in Parkview and Jeju Island are equipped. Not even in Kaohsiung.
"These utensils describe the principles of heaven and earth." Zhang Yingchen said loudly.
Young people are the most curious. Seeing that there are so many exquisite and interesting things in the room, several people dispersed with a roar, and each of them gathered around the model of the teaching aid that they were interested in. If you don’t understand, you will naturally ask Zhang Yingchen to explain.
Zhang Yingchen was not a science student, but after the D-Day in order to spread his new Taoism. I read through popular science books such as "One Hundred Thousand Whys" and found that it was no problem to explain that these are just middle school-level physical laws.
Of course, his popular science did not help answer questions, but instead left more questions in the minds of these teenagers. Only then did Zhang Yingchen reveal his "magic weapon."
"This is the second volume of "Little Knowledge on Exploring Things"," Zhang Yingchen took out the newly delivered popular science book. "You can take it and take a look later."
"Thank you, Master!" Zhuang Yongling and others were overjoyed. It turned out that they had already thought that book was a "wonderful book". Several people circulated it privately, and almost all of them were turned to pieces. For this reason, several people cooperated and secretly copied a copy.
Zhang Yingchen took them around and explained the models one by one. Everyone was fascinated. Unknowingly, it was noon, so Zhang Yingchen left them to have lunch.
With an order, his disciple named Ming Xin placed four plates of pickles - all produced by Tianchu. One of them was the "cold food dish" produced by Tianchu's Jeju branch, which is the Korean kimchi of this time and space. It is red. It's really beautiful. The staple food is a large pot of relief dry food cooked into a paste - with some vegetable leaves added to it.
"Come on, there's nothing good to eat, but in these famine years, it's a great blessing to have enough to eat." Zhang Yingchen said with a smile. This is not because he deliberately wanted to appear to be practicing hard. In fact, there is really no exquisite food in Lunan land at the moment. Rice and white flour are rare things. Even wealthy people like Zhuang rarely eat them on weekdays. What's more, in this disaster year, there is no place to find fine grains. The rotten Taoist priest is so hungry that his eyes glow green every night, so he has no choice but to I had to secretly nibble on some beef jerky or something specially provided by the office to satisfy my craving.
Seeing how shabby the food was, the teenagers couldn't help but feel admiration - in the lean years, the farmer's food was mediocre, but it was much better than that of Zhang Daochang. At least there were enough vegetables and occasionally some eggs. Although most of the meals are miscellaneous grains, they are still "refined grains" among miscellaneous grains such as millet and sorghum. You can also mix in some refined grains every few days. However, Daozhang Zhang ate something that was made into a paste. Although it tasted okay in his mouth, the texture was very rough, which was obviously not good food.
However, Zhuang Xialing knew that this kind of paste was bought in large quantities by the Taoist priest from the south specifically for the refugees to eat. The food for the refugees was not likely to be fine grains, and probably not even millet or sorghum. This Taoist Priest was a "half-immortal" and "real person" who was known as the "Living Pure Yang" in Yizhou, but he was so self-indulgent that he couldn't help but respect him a little more.
Fortunately, the pickles are very delicious - even delicious, especially the "cold food cabbage". Besides being spicy, it also has a delicious and refreshing taste, which whetted the appetite of several teenagers and forced them to drink a few more bowls of paste.
After sending away several young masters from the banker, Zhang Yingchen returned to the study, took out a few soda flakes and swallowed them, resisting the acid water in his stomach after eating too much relief food, and thinking about what to do during the sermon on the seventh day of the lunar month. While he was saying something, the Taoist boy came to report again: The banker has a visitor.
"Who is it?" Zhang Yingchen thought to himself that people from the dealer come quite frequently during the New Year! I originally wanted to talk to them during the wedding ceremony on the seventh day of the lunar month, but now that someone is here, I might as well talk to them first.
"It's Third Master."
The third master is Zhuang Bi, who is also a Linsheng. He is currently in charge of many things at Zhuangzhao, including opening a drug store, providing relief to the people, and cooperating with him to handle the affairs of the "Tzu Chi Hall". Zhang Yingchen's evaluation of this third master was "simple, capable, persevering and decisive. He is worthy of being a powerful man who came from a family of poets and calligraphers in the countryside."
This third master is very enthusiastic about the affairs of the village. Zhang Yingchen handles the business of Tzu Chi Hall and receives a lot of help from him in taking in refugees.
"Please."
Mr. Zhuang is a middle-aged man with a medium build, thick eyebrows, dark skin, and thick hands and feet. At first glance, he looks like a man from a poor background - the big shop owner started his fortune from Zhuang Qian, so although his brothers Later, he went to school one after another, but he suffered hardships when he was young and was born in farming.
It was probably the experience of his youth that made Zhuang Qian and others spare no effort in providing refugee relief in Yizhou. Of course, good intentions alone cannot achieve "famine policy" - how to relieve victims in disaster years and how to "relieve and reduce disasters" "In ancient society, it was a specialized knowledge. It required not only knowledge, but also outstanding ability and perseverance.
Zhuang Bi is such a person. Zhang Yingchen originally thought that he would be an obstacle to the repatriation of refugees, but he did not expect that the other party did not obstruct him and even provided some conveniences.
"It is pitiful and sad to leave one's hometown to make a living, but it is better than staying here to starve to death or die of illness." Zhuang Bi once said.
Although the bankers contacted the local wealthy gentry and tried to raise food and medicine, they spared no effort to provide disaster relief. But in the face of the floods in northern Jiangsu and southern Shandong, their efforts are just a drop in the ocean. A little charity and relief from the government and the private sector cannot cope with the huge disaster. If the banker doesn't have a cornucopia, he can't produce endless amounts of grain, gold and silver. It's nothing more than trying your best to obey fate and count as many as you can survive.
In any porridge factory, there is a fixed amount of rice to cook every day. Once you receive it, you can only wait until tomorrow. If you are unlucky, you will have no choice but to starve to death.
In the face of natural disasters, the backward productivity and organizational power of ancient society had very limited disaster relief capabilities and effects. And after great disasters there will be great epidemics. For the people at the bottom, fleeing is the only way to survive.
After Zhang Yingchen proposed that he could contact the colonists to transport a large number of refugees to Taiwan to reclaim the wasteland, Zhuang Bi immediately agreed - the refugees traveled across the ocean to reclaim the wasteland. Needless to say, they would be unaccustomed to the acclimatization and a large number of them would die due to fatigue during the journey, but at least most of them could survive. It's much better than waiting to die here.
Reducing some people will also give the remaining people an extra chance of survival - but in the past, this "reduction" came at the cost of death. Now that Daochang Zhang has this path of "immigration and land reclamation", it is already a great blessing.
"Taoist Master, is Mr. Wang back?" Zhuang Bi saw Li and politely asked about Wang Ruixiang's whereabouts.
Wang Ruixiang is what Zhang Yingchen calls "the settler from Taiwan." His Shandong-style Mandarin makes the men in the banker less wary.
Wang Ruixiang was not here at this time - he escorted a group of refugees to re-enter the old road to Longkou to test whether this road could be used again.
