In the evening, Chang Yu woke up, opened the window and watched the sunset. He washed his face with water and felt refreshed.
The guards got up one after another to wash up, and the store had prepared meals. The Shandong steamed buns were meat and vegetable and had soup. They were far more delicious than the dry army rations, and everyone devoured them.
"Did the monk get beaten when he went out to beg for alms?" Chang Yu asked in confusion when he saw the bruises on Hai Hong's face. The monk smiled slightly and said, "I fell down."
"Where did you fall? Can..." Chang Yu asked curiously, but his eyes accidentally glanced at Wuzhong, and he understood in his heart, "The monk's kick was not light. It broke the stone." .
Monk Haihong shook his head: "It can't be said, it can't be said."
If you don't tell me, I won't ask. I'll go back and ask the question. Chang Yu stopped talking and concentrated on eating.
When the sun was fading, Chang Yu and his entourage left the store and threw ten taels of silver to the store owner. The storekeeper watched them disappear with great gratitude.
That's right, ten taels of silver, more than sixty people ate two meals and slept all afternoon, and two meals of feed for the war horses. Just like that, the store owner felt that he had made a lot of money.
As we walked south from Tai'an to Ma Pingchuan, we were no longer afraid of thieves blocking the road. Even some thieves couldn't bear their sprint, so we did not hesitate to take advantage of the cool weather at night to travel.
"Master, are you grinding your teeth?" Chang Yu quickly caught up with Wuzhong and asked with a smile.
"What are you talking about, sir?" Wuzhong looked confused.
"Pretend, pretend as hard as you can" Chang Yu curled his lips.
"What are you talking about, sir?" Master Wu already had an impatient look on his face: "Oh, I'll go, I'm just pretending." Chang Yu rolled his eyes: "I'm so cool today."
"Sir, what on earth are you talking about?" Wuzhong had anger on his face.
grass! Chang Yu cursed and galloped to catch up with Li Muchian: "Taoist Master, our family has decided that the big family still has to eat."
Li Muchian's expression suddenly turned bitter and he frowned: "My lord, think twice."
"We were thinking about it before going to bed, and we were thinking about it even when we were asleep. When we woke up, we thought about it again, and it was time to think twice." Chang Yu said with a smile, but Li Muchian didn't want to smile playfully with him, and looked solemn: "The consequences are too great at this time, sir." "Whether we send someone back to Beijing to discuss it with the emperor in advance will at least make the emperor feel unprepared, so that he will not be in a hurry to deal with it when the time comes."
"That's right." Chang Yu pondered for a moment, and then one of the guards whispered for a while, and then the guard rode back to Tai'an City to notify the Jinyi Guards in the city to report back to Beijing.
"There are so many wealthy families in the world, why do you insist on eating from this one?" It was obvious that Li Muxian had been resisting Chang Yu's decision from the bottom of his heart.
"Because he is the largest family in the world, and he can't bear this breath if he doesn't eat it." Chang Yu raised his head and looked at the bright starry sky: "How can there be such a good thing in the world if you only eat without vomiting?"
"But how do you plan to eat it? If you open your mouth and bite it, you will definitely stab the big basket. You will be very passive." Li Muxian said worriedly, and Chang Yu looked at him: "We thought about it, the only people we rely on are the mouths of the scholars in the world. To put it bluntly, it is to create public opinion, but if we can create public opinion first, we will counterattack an army." If you eat it later, it will be easier to eat."
"I would like to hear your opinion," Li Muchian raised his eyebrows, and Chang Yu told him his general plan.
After a long time, Li Muchian sighed: "Since you are determined to eat, let's try our luck. Maybe the other party has the intention of losing money and avoiding disaster, and does not want to intensify the conflict with you."
"Our family thinks so too. The worst case scenario is that everything will be dead in the end. It's worth it if I, the eunuch, can defeat his thousand-year-old wealthy family!" Chang Yu sneered. Li Muchian smiled bitterly and shook his head. One is the pillar of the country, and the other is the foundation of the country. If we really fight, The emperor must have had enough headaches.
Chang Yu is not an ordinary wealthy businessman, and there are only a few in Shandong who can be called a big family. However, he is also afraid of the three thousand-year-old wealthy family. There is only one in the whole country: Qufu Yanshenggong Mansion.
In terms of power, he may not be as powerful as the emperor's relatives, princes, generals, and ministers, but in terms of power, all the literati and poets in the world are his disciples. Even the emperor respects him as Yan Shenggong. A single holy word can stand shoulder to shoulder with the emperor. In addition, there is Fu Jia. Don't think that the wealth of the world is fat enough for those feudal kings. It is not enough in front of him. More importantly, his position is irreplaceable and unshakable. Whoever wants to offend him does not need to say a word. The official media and self-media can beat you to pieces and never get over it.
This is what Li Muxian is worried about.
But the little eunuch was a stubborn ass, and he couldn't hold his breath in his heart. Why?
Why do seventy-six generations of domestic slaves and twenty-seven dynasty ministers enjoy such super treatment?
Why do they enjoy such great wealth despite not contributing to the imperial court?
Why can we eat the emperor's salary but not be able to do anything when the country is in crisis?
Although the imperial court also maintains a bunch of useless nobles, most of their ancestors were founding heroes and served in the defense of the country. What about the Duke Yansheng's Mansion?
Just because they are descendants of Confucius, just because their surname is Confucius?
My fucking surname is Chang!
It was less than two hundred miles from Tai'an to Qufu. Chang Yu spent two days traveling day and night. In the early morning of the second day, he arrived five miles north of Qufu city and found a forest to unload and repair his saddle.
After traveling all night, the guards fell asleep due to fatigue. Chang Yu was so energetic that he did not feel sleepy. He stared at Qufu County in the distance in silence.
"Shenggong Ruona Yan is not easy to talk to. To avoid future troubles, I will help you kill him." Su Jing appeared beside him at some time and said harshly in a low voice.
Chang Yu was frightened by her: "Don't talk crazy, this person can't be killed."
"Didn't your Excellency say that he is a seventy-sixth generation domestic slave? Just kill such a villain who is just trying to gain fame. What's the pity?" Su Jing snorted coldly, and Chang Yu was startled: "Have I told you these words?"
Su Jing's eyes were a little erratic: "The monk can eavesdrop, but I can't eavesdrop."
Hey! Chang Yu was speechless. The monk still had this hobby.
Qufu, the hometown of Confucius, is an old county town, but it is also a young county town.
Because during the Zhengde period, brothers Liu Liu and Liu Qi from Hebei rebelled and "broke Qufu, destroyed hundreds of official temples and residences, and turned the county into a ruin." Emperor Wuzong ordered a new city to be built in the southwest of the old city of Lu with the Confucius Temple as the center, which is the city of Qufu in front of him.
Even before the Zhengde period, Duke Yansheng's Mansion was not located within the city of Qufu, but ten miles outside the city. During the Jiajing period, in order to protect the Confucius Temple in the Confucius Palace, orders were ordered to move to the city to defend the temple. It took ten years to build a new city, build high walls, and dig deep rivers. , and also played a certain protective role when the Qing army entered Shandong twice.
"Walk with the Governor" Chang Yu couldn't sleep, so there was a village in the distance, so he and Sujing rode there.
The village is as dilapidated as usual, and most of the villagers are sallow and skinny and not fully clothed. Many people in later generations must have seen old photos of the late Qing Dynasty on the Internet. The poor people in them are what they look like in front of them.
Extremely poor, extremely miserable.
The two visited three villages within a radius of more than ten miles, and they were all similar.
Perhaps Li Muxian's profession could come in handy. Chang Yu strolled back, woke up Li Muxian who was snoring under the tree, and whispered for a while.
"This is exactly what Pindao is good at." Li Muchian jumped up.
"If not, why would our family value you so much and care so little about you?" Chang Yu patted her shoulder, and Li Muchian looked proud: "Leave this matter to the poor man, sir, just rest here and wait for good news." He will definitely make the city full of trouble."
"Then it's Taoist Priest's fault." Chang Yu cupped his hands, and then Sujing took a step forward: "I'm responsible for this!"
Well, Chang Yu and Li Muxian were stunned: "This is not murder..."
"Who said I can only kill people?" Su Jing snorted: "I have been in the world for a few years in vain. I am not familiar with this kind of thing."
"Hey, if there are so many helpers, it will be much easier for me." Li Muchian smiled.
"It can be considered as a poor monk." At some point, Monk Hai Hong came over. The three of them were startled. Su Jing and Li Muchian both looked at Chang Yu.
"Great monk, monks don't lie, but this is...ahem, this job is not suitable for a monk." Chang Yu smiled awkwardly.
"Buddha can cut his flesh and feed it to eagles, but it doesn't matter if a poor monk goes to tongue-pulling hell for the sake of the world. What's more, what the adults say seems to make sense, and it can't be considered a lie." Haihong looked serious.
"That's it, then it's all your fault." Chang Yu is actually very afraid of chatting with Haihong. This monk is very talkative. Come on, since you monks and nuns want to work together to do something, then go ahead. Maybe you will be criticized. Wonderful effect.
