"Oh? This statement sounds like some kind of not very clever method of provoking generals." Although he said this, Mu Xingzhi still looked so calm and relaxed, and there was no sign of "falling into the trap". On the contrary, A very interested expression.
Seeing his expression, Su Qingluan rolled her eyes angrily, and then sighed: "Actually, I admire my parents for being able to support all three children in such a situation of not having enough to eat. Big." She looked at Mu Xingzhi, "So everyone is actually very satisfied. As long as we can have enough food and clothing, and survive, we can think of ways to work hard."
Su Qingluan couldn't help but think of the patients in the same ward in her previous life.
Because the course of her illness was protracted and relapsed, her physical condition was not bad and her will to live was very strong. Moreover, she had insurance cover and could not die immediately.
So as the treatment time gradually lengthened and the number of treatments continued to increase, Su Qingluan watched the patients in the ward come and go one after another.
In order to save money, Su Qingluan lived in a large ordinary ward with eight people per room. It is said that it is "eight people per room", but many times, hospital resources are tight and there are many patients, so temporary extra beds are needed.
Because of this, during the last few years when Su Qingluan was hospitalized one after another, he saw many patients from all walks of life.
Although Su Qingluan's own economic conditions are average, she is considered "rich" among these patients - many patients have no money to treat their diseases, so they can only resort to conservative treatment or simply give up.
That being said, even if funds are limited, few people really want to wait to die. Almost everyone Su Qingluan sees is exercising seriously, thinking of ways to match nutrition, and telling each other jokes to make the patients happy. , comforting each other and enlightening the sad and desperate patients.
There is only one purpose in doing this: to survive, to survive as long as possible.
Withdrawing her eyes that were somewhat lost in memories, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi: "As long as the social environment is stable, ordinary people will know how to live a good life. Don't underestimate the wisdom and perseverance of us ordinary people."
In fact, she is the only one who knows that her cooking skills were learned from her master in her previous life, and are not as magical as those around her have praised her in this life. Although he couldn't say it out loud, Su Qingluan still knew how much he weighed.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan: "So what you want me to do is...let this country..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Qingluan with a wave of his hand: "It's not that I think it, but that you have to think it yourself. And it's no use just thinking it yourself, everyone around you has to think so. Anyway No matter how you think about it, it’s hard work—but at least I can’t and don’t intend to achieve success, so you still have to suffer the hardships of being a master.”
"Do you think people who are superior to others endure hardship?"
Su Qingluan thought for a while and said more objectively: "If you want to be the kind of dandy who is not diligent in all his limbs and does not distinguish between grain and grain, and rests on the credit book of his father's generation, he will naturally enjoy more blessings than anyone else - but that is because his father's generation has made them I have suffered all the hardships. If you want to make something famous by yourself, it will not be so easy."
"This is true."
"What's more, the more superior a person is, the more people will stare at him. That position," Su Qingluan pointed upward, "represents the majesty of a country. If you don't want to use ingenious methods to 'forever be remembered in history', It won’t be easy no matter what.”
At least she looked at the daily records of the emperors of the past dynasties. As a prince, he got up earlier than a chicken and went to bed later than a dog. He had to learn a lot of things and not fall behind, and he was forced to be involved in the whirlpool of seizing the throne. Even if you don't want to get involved, unless you have the ability to be completely neutral, if you accidentally stand on the wrong team, you will end up in a miserable situation.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with a hint of sympathy: No matter this person is a member of the royal family or has any other status, no matter how he looks at the problem, he will always see it in one basket.
What's more, even if you have the honor of being ninety-five, as long as you want to be a wise king, you must endure your anger for the country during the day, and you must not kill officials and admonishers until you are injured internally; at night, you can heroically sacrifice for the country, and you must be favored by someone. Daughters have a certain destiny. Wouldn’t it be very embarrassing if they encountered incompetence or something...
I feel more sympathetic when I think about it this way.
Mu Xingzhi:...
Although he didn't know what Su Qingluan's unusual brain circuit was thinking, he couldn't ignore the obvious expression of sympathy and pity.
Although he didn't understand why the other party's mood swings would change in the direction of "sympathy", his reason told him not to ask out of curiosity - Mu Xingzhi's intuition made him feel that he definitely didn't want to hear it. Answer.
Finally, he sighed softly: "After all, these three gifts from Qingluan are indeed too grand, and the so-called political connections and Haiyanhe Qinghe vision you mentioned are just empty talk for the time being. I have never owed anything." As a favor, in this case, I will allow you three things."
"Anything is fine?" Su Qingluan's eyes lit up.
Mu Xingzhi nodded: "As long as I can do it within my ability."
Su Qingluan stretched out a palm: "So, do you want to high-five me this time?"
Mu Xingzhi didn't answer, but stretched out his palm and patted Su Qingluan gently.
Just like that, we high-fived each other again and made an oath.
After Su Qingluan left, Song Bo looked at Mu Xingzhi teasingly: "My boss, why didn't I know that you are embarrassed to owe others favors?"
He was born in the military, his ears were really sharp, and he only guarded outside the door, so he could hear the conversation inside clearly - of course, and more importantly, Mu Xingzhi didn't think of hiding it from him.
If it were an ordinary subordinate, such as Kaiyang, he would never dare to joke with Mu Xingzhi like this. However, Songbo had been waiting by Mu Xingzhi's side while he was dormant. He could be regarded as half an elder to Mu Xingzhi, different from any ordinary servant.
Therefore, Mu Xingzhi did not take this kind of joke seriously at all, and instead explained: "From the perspective of only talking about interests, Madam Su is actually very affectionate and righteous. If she can promise more tangible benefits, she can The rewards are more." As he spoke, he clicked on the piece of paper on the table with the directions for improving stirrups, horseshoes and pig iron forging.
This Songbo couldn't deny it - after all, his jaw dropped just now when he was shocked by this piece of paper.
"Besides..." Mu Xingzhi smiled thoughtfully, "She is really a very strange person. I'm really curious about how such a person who seems to have no desires and desires will use that... What do you wish for in the three promises?"
It's been a long time since he encountered something so interesting.
As if he had discovered some novel game, the corners of Mu Xingzhi's eyes curved slightly, with a flash of anticipation.
