Hao Yuan smiled: "Except for Nanxiawa, there are tens of thousands of poor people in the world, but there are so many lucky stars. [No pop-up novel website]" He put the big bowl on the table, "I still have some income now , a person has enough food to save money, so naturally I can help everyone a little bit. I saved your father’s life and helped many people here. But after leaving this Nanxia Depression, I don’t know how many Nanxia Depressions there are. There are so many poor people. Do we just expect more people to do good deeds and accumulate virtue?"
"When we poor families encounter big problems, what else can we expect except for people's kindness?" The girl sighed helplessly, "If you have a good life, you have a noble person like you to save you. If you have a bad life, what should you do? That's all: if a life is gone, it's gone." She said, wiping her eyes. "I originally had a brother above me. It hurts me to have a baby. Three years ago, he went to be an apprentice in a carpentry shop. , I ran to the city and talked to him in front of the store, but he brought him back that night: he said that he was going out to deliver goods to the store, and the fever disappeared on the way. At that time, he had to have a pack of anti-plague powder with him. , blowing it into the nose can make people live, and it only costs four cents to avoid the plague, but he doesn’t even have four cents!"
She was already in tears when she said this, and Hao Yuan silently patted her head.
She wiped her tears: "Mr. Hao, this kind of thing is nothing in Nanxiawa. You can't even hear a dead person. Just take a roll of reed mat and bury it in the cemetery behind. That's it. But I don't know today. Why did I think of him again - do you know how many people have died here since you came, and how many people have been brought to Renyazi?"
Hao Yuan nodded: "So you say I am a lucky star -" He took out a handkerchief and handed it to the girl, "Wipe your tears. The girl is older, and she still wipes tears and snot on her sleeves."
The girl took the handkerchief and glanced at him quietly: "I know you are from a young master... and you look down on a poor girl like me."
Hao Yuan smiled: "Don't say this again." His face became very serious: "I am not a young master. I am not here to be a noble or a good person."
The girl suddenly flashed bright eyes. Seems a little confused. He hesitated for a moment before asking: "Then what are you doing here?"
Hao Yuan avoided answering, his face was both solemn and cheerful. The girl was a little confused. Suddenly she clapped her hands and said with a smile: "I understand, Mr. Hao, you are here to help the poor."
Hao Yuan smiled and nodded: "Tell me, why are the poor so poor?"
"It's a bad fate - I didn't find a good family."
"So those rich people have a good life?"
"Then tell me, why are their lives good?"
"Because... because..." the girl couldn't think of it anymore, "The master in the temple said that it was earned through good deeds."
"But look at those rich people. How many of them are doing good deeds?" Hao Yuan asked, "Even if there are a few rich people, is it more or less?"
"Young-" the girl hesitated and said. "But the master in the temple also said that the merits in the previous life are also important."
"I have accumulated good deeds in my previous life, but I am doing evil in this life? This is too weird."
The girl couldn't speak, and her eyes were a little confused.
"Then why do you think this is?"
"Because this world belongs to the rich, not to the poor like us," Hao Yuan said. "Your father carries a load and goes out to do small business every day. The Shuigen family next door does part-time work and grows vegetables...the food and vegetables in the fields, the satin cotton clothes, and the utensils in the house, are they not made with the blood and sweat of us people? Your family makes rice dumplings and boils lotus root starch every day, but you can't even give me a bowl of lotus root starch rice balls - where are the things we worked so hard to make?"
The girl is a little confused - she has never thought about this, she only thinks that her family is poor, as to why she is so poor. She hadn't thought about it.
Hao Yuan continued: "Because this world belongs to them, and they can take away what we have worked so hard to create with just one word."
"Isn't this world Emperor Zhu's?"
"Emperor Zhu also stole the world from the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. He was originally just a poor monk. During the famine, he had to go out and beg for food so as not to starve to death." Hao Yuan said, "Do you think his life was good or bad? Why would a person who was originally a poor monk have to go out and beg for food? Can a man who is about to starve to death become an emperor in the end?"
"Well..." This is a bit difficult for a teenage girl to understand. But it was as if a light suddenly shone in her originally dark mind, illuminating something in an instant.
Hao Yuan said firmly: "So there is no 'fate' in this world. Even if there is, we can change it."
"Really?" The girl's face showed a look of doubt and excitement.
"That's right, since you feel that God's fate is unfair," Hao Yuan said, "you can only change by yourself."
"How to change, how to change?" the girl asked, "Sir, you must be able to change your fate. I have long wanted to change my own fate - or change the fate of my parents. No need to ask. I can eat fish and meat, silk and silk, at least a few meals of fine food, and some decent clothes to wear."
Hao Yuan was amused by her words: "I'm not a fortune teller, how can I change my fortune? Even those who say they can change it are also lying - they don't understand the truth and only play a little bit of magic. It's okay Not the right way.”
The girl was confused: "Then what is the truth?"
Hao Yuan stopped talking and asked, "You want to know?"
"think!"
"Ever studied?"
"Of course not..." The girl shook her head.
"If you want to understand the Dao, you must first be literate. Otherwise, you will be blind, and the rich will bully you." Hao Yuan said, "I teach children to read here every night, you can come too." He looked at He looked at the oil lamp and said, "It's getting late. You should go back to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow."
"Okay!" The girl stood up in response and said, "Mr. Hao, don't blame me for talking too much. There are two people here today. They don't look like good people. One of them has a face full of scars. He looks like a gangster."
Hao Yuan nodded: "They are indeed not good people. But their badness has not yet reached the root..."
"If the gangsters committed murder and arson, why haven't they gotten to the root of it yet?"
"The great thief, he kills people and sets fires to get money. But the power of one person or a few people is always limited. What he can destroy is nothing more than killing a few people, taking some property, and using it for himself. But once the news leaks, Being caught by the government, or being intercepted and killed by Tuan Yong during robbery, it is inevitable that he will die. He will lick the blood with his knife and go out to fool around. No matter how good he is, he will not end well in the end.
"The real traitors and villains are all sanctimonious people. They are decent people who are called masters on weekdays. If there is a disaster, they have to spend money and rice to help the public - but when they do evil, How many families were destroyed and people were killed, and they still didn’t know that he was the cause of the evil - not to mention, he took away everything from the people, and gave some of the residue to charity, and the people still cried with gratitude. It was really like killing people and destroying households invisibly. ah."
"Ah, there are such bad people?!" the girl said angrily, then became worried, "Doesn't that mean that no one can do anything to them?"
"That's right, because this world belongs to them. We ordinary people are deceived by them and cannot see who the real bad guys are. We regard a few gangsters as heinous bad guys." Hao Yuan said, "But as long as we let more and more people The more people see their true colors, they will no longer be able to deceive and bully people like this. Not only that, we also have to take back what originally belonged to us—"
When Hao Yuan said this, he felt that he had said too much. After all, the other party was just a girl and might not fully understand what he said. If he told her too much at once, he might suffer from indigestion.
"I understand." The girl said, "To change everyone's poor life, we must first understand the truth. Once we know the truth, those bad people can no longer lie to us."
"Yes, you are so smart." Hao Yuan smiled and nodded, "Go back to sleep."
"Uncle Hao, you have to be careful..."
"It doesn't matter." Hao Yuan said, "I'm here, with everyone, and I'm not afraid of anyone."
After sending the girl away, Hao Yuan once again checked the straw curtain covering the open tiles. He also arranged the straw curtain used as a door and put bricks on the corners to prevent light from leaking out.
After doing all this, he lit the wick of the oil lamp, added two more wicks, sat in front of the wooden board that served as a desk, spread out a few thin pieces of white paper, and began to draft an announcement. He took out a tattered current book and a half-smeared window course paper and placed them next to them.
If someone comes in suddenly, they will only see a poor scholar studying hard.
Hao Yuan was polishing his ink while thinking about the content of the post. This is to expose Zhao Yingong's collusion with the government and manipulation of silk prices. He has been thinking for several days about how to write it in a way that is easy to understand and express it in the fewest words.
The post had to be printed in large quantities, it was too long and complex to write, and it took too long to be rigid - time was tight.
Hao Yuan was thinking while writing on the thin paper. His calligraphy was the most common Yan style calligraphy. The calligraphy was not pretty, but the writing was very powerful.
After writing the post, he corrected it once and copied it clearly again. After the ink was dry, he carefully put the manuscript in a bamboo tube and stuffed it into a hole in the corner of the wall. Then he took out another letter that had just arrived from the Weimin Information Bureau today, took out the letter paper inside, and carefully baked it on the light.
Brown writing gradually appeared on the blank space of the letter paper under the heat of the flames. Hao Yuan read it carefully several times, put the letter and the draft of the post on the lamp, lit it, and watched them burn.
After doing all this, he washed his hands, poured himself a bowl of cold water, sat at the table, took a bite of the multigrain cake, and ate it with cold water. (To be continued...)
