Wang Liu couldn't help but look at Liu Qi. He felt that Liu Qi had many ideas.
It is one thing for distinguished men of letters to donate money, but it is another thing to place them with the untouchables.
"This Chai is a scholar, farmer, industrialist and merchant. We, the scholars, rank first. How can we donate together with the untouchables?" Liu Qi bowed to the Chai and asked in a neither arrogant nor humble manner.
Liu Qi came up to occupy the highest point of morality. We are scholars, not farmers, and we are not businessmen full of money. If you force us to donate like this, isn't that lowering the status of literati?
Shi didn't dare to be careless when he wanted money. The other party was a scholar, different from the untouchables just now.
"What Qilang said is obvious. Chidao was built specifically for you scholars." He stepped aside and bowed his hands, and hurriedly explained the reason, "Qilang, think about it, when will these country bumpkins be able to use it? By then, Qilang I can easily go all the way to Chengdu to take the exam, and I will definitely be able to pass the Jinshi exam."
These people are scholars. What if they become Jinshi?
Even if they are not admitted to the imperial examination, they still have the right to speak. They can criticize the official family at the top and the county magistrate at the bottom.
We petty officials have a hard time to deal with. We must not violate the government's orders, but we must also be careful when dealing with these literati.
Shi asked for money while fuming in his heart and trying his best to say nice things.
But Liu Qi was not that easy to fool. He looked at the Sujia River outside the county town and said calmly: "We can take the boat."
"Qilang, you can take a boat. But it takes two to three days to get to Chengdu from here. But other candidates have already reached Chengdu in half a day via Chidao, and they occupy the best location of the inn. The location of the inn is not good. Being noisy will also affect Qilang's ability to take the exam, right?" To this face-conscious scholar, Shi Gaoqian could only give examples and patiently persuade him.
Liu Qi smiled slightly and had already thought of a countermeasure: "It doesn't matter. If I set off earlier, wouldn't it be solved?"
This person is difficult to deal with. I have told him so many reasons and yet he is so fussy about everything.
Shi asked for money and continued to persuade: "Other people rushing to take the exam took the horse road, but Qilang still took the old waterway. It is so shameless. If word spreads, it will not have a good impact on Qilang."
Literati are more concerned about face than ordinary people, and Shi wants money in the hope of impressing Liu Qi from this aspect.
Liu Qi didn't speak anymore at this time, drinking tea and thinking.
Wang Liu was two years younger than Liu Qi, and his views were not as good as Liu Qi's. He did not speak.
Although he didn't speak, he felt something was wrong.
"Qi Lang, the government still gives you preferential treatment for those of you who have a good reputation. As long as you spend a lot of time, you will get the reputation of accumulating good deeds. Why not?" Seeing Liu Qi's hesitation, he knew that he had already made a move. Give him a step down.
Wang Liu became a little anxious after hearing this: "Qi Lang, the government is forcing our sons to donate money, and we cannot tarnish the reputation of our scholars."
"You also know the importance of reputation. If word spreads, the whole county, from the magistrate to the businessmen, will donate money to accumulate good deeds, but we, the general public, will not donate. How do you want the people to view this matter?" Liu Qi sighed, " The government has caught on to our weak points."
"For the sake of his political achievements, Xuzhi County actually forced the entire county to donate money, and also called it to accumulate good deeds. It is really insulting to the gentleness of scholars." After hearing Liu Qi's words, Wang Liu couldn't help but express his true thoughts. come out.
"Keep your voice down, just know it in your heart. If you don't want the county magistrate to give us a bad review, shut your mouth quickly. That's how officialdom is. Just accept your fate." After saying that, Liu Qi took out the Guanghuizi from his sleeve and handed over the money. Waiter.
The waiter didn't dare to neglect, nodded, and hurriedly handed the money for good deeds to Shi Yaoqian.
Literary men naturally have the pride of literary men. Even if they want to donate money, they will not send it in person, but will simply pass it through the hands of the waiter.
Of course Shi wanted money and knew what these literati were thinking. As long as he got the money, he would not care about those things where he wanted to save face or suffer punishment.
There is also a family in Lingquan County called the Su family, with a combined population of thousands.
There is a river in Lingquan County, the Sujia River named after the Su family, which shows the influence of the Su family on Lingquan County.
Even though they are from an aristocratic family, they cannot stand up to the barbarians.
When the Hu invaded Chengdu, the entire Su family moved to Neijiang, more than 300 miles away.
After Zhao Ping captured Chengdu, the Su family impatiently moved back to Lingquan County from Neijiang.
After all, Neijiang is a guest residence, and Lingquan County is their fundamental place.
Now, the main figures of the entire Su family are gathered in the meeting hall to attend a meeting that has a great bearing on the entire Su family.
There are five rooms in the entire Su family, and the rest of the people spread out from these five rooms.
This is a big family and it’s impossible to let everyone speak.
Each of the five houses has a representative who has a say.
There was a table in front of them, with teacups filled with Chunfeng tea leaves, and government announcements of donations for good deeds.
The remaining one hundred or so people sat on benches and could only observe but could not speak.
Even so, these seats are still fiercely fought for.
Because those who can sit here are all people with status in each family, and they are all people who can preach the sermon at home, which is the so-called respectable people.
The patriarch, Su Buqi, is about sixty-seven years old, and most of his hair has turned gray, but his spirit is still there.
Su Buqi glanced at the people present and said coldly: "Everyone, the new magistrate of Xu County wants to build a Chidao to Chengdu and requires the Su family to donate a thousand copper coins for good deeds. What are your thoughts and opinions now? Might as well bring it up.”
"I believe you all know what's going on with the money accumulated for good deeds? This is just a cover-up." Su Buqing, the second roommate, stood up immediately, "The Su family's home was not brought here by strong winds, but was earned through our hard work. The hard-earned money. The second bedroom doesn’t agree with this.”
The second wife is the deputy clan leader and always likes to play opposite to the clan leader Su Buqi.
He is about sixty-five years old and has gray hair, but his spirit is much better than that of the clan leader.
After he finished speaking, he concentrated on opening the teacup and dealing with the drunken spring breeze inside the teacup.
Su Buqi looked at him lightly, without commenting, but turned his attention to the third room Su Bude.
Su Bude is about sixty years old, with only a few gray hairs, which makes him look more energetic.
"Although what the second room said is reasonable, our current transfer envoy on Chengdu Road is from the Su family. If we don't set an example, how can we explain it to the court?" He glanced at the second room and expressed his worries.
Su Hanqing is the pride of the entire Su family, and is now the transport envoy of Chengdu Fulu.
Su Bu started to nod, and he looked at Su Bu finished in the four rooms.
Su Bujin is almost ten years younger than Su Buqi, and has only a handful of gray hairs.
He glanced around and found people around him looking at him.
"Since it's a charity," Su Bujin thought for a moment, paused, and then said, "Of course we have to donate this money. Sifang believes that half of it is enough."
His words were of the golden mean, and neither the eldest nor the second bedroom were offended.
"Where is the fifth room?" Su Buqi looked at Su Buwan who was focused on drinking tea.
Su Buwan was only in his early fifties. He did not expect that the clan leader would call his name.
He is the youngest member, and he knows that the clan leader will not be able to take his place no matter what, so he has always remained indifferent to the world and rarely finds his own opinions.
Unexpectedly today, the clan leader actually called his name, and it seemed that he had to speak.
Su Bu thought for a while and then spoke: "To be able to survive today, Su must not forget his roots."
He didn't say it explicitly, but the words were self-evident.
"Wufang is right. Now Qing'er's position in the transfer envoy is obviously inseparable from the two princes of the imperial court. The Su family pledged to donate these thousand copper coins." Su Buqi showed a smile and nodded.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the deputy patriarch Su Buqing immediately objected: "Chief, this is not a meeting son, but a copper coin. This is the result of the Su family's frugality for generations."
Now the transfer envoy is the son of the eldest family. Of course, the eldest family has to consider his son's official position.
Although Dafang has a future, it is also good for everyone.
But now that the eldest son wants to take out the entire big family's many years of experience to protect his son's position, he feels uncomfortable no matter what.
Thinking of this, he took a thoughtful look at the fourth room.
Su Bujin looked at the cold look in the second room's eyes, and suddenly woke up in his heart.
"Clan leader, Qian Guan is not a small number. What should the Su family do if it encounters a famine year? Is it because of the northwest wind?" He was indeed heartbroken and had to raise the consequences at this time.
Upon hearing this, Su Buqi's white eyebrows on both sides couldn't help but frown together.
The patriarch does have the right to make decisions, but this is the result of frugality and savings for generations of the entire Su family.
And what Sifang said makes sense. If there is no disaster, it will be nothing. But what if there is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?
This is a difficult problem. On the one hand, it is the son's official position, and on the other hand, it is the survival of the family.
While drinking tea, he couldn't help but look at Su Bude, the third roommate.
Sanfang thought for a while and murmured: "If you give up, if you give up, you will get something."
"Third room, if it is Qian Guan Huizi this time, the Su family's vitality will not be damaged. But this time it is indeed Qian Guan copper coins. What if there is a natural or man-made disaster?" Su Buqing stopped drinking tea, put down the teacup, and looked at everyone One glance and an aggressive tone.
After hearing this, many people present bowed their heads, looking frustrated.
After all, Erfang did say what was in the heart of those present. Now that he is donating money, what should he do if there is a natural or man-made disaster?
Su Bude from the third house looked at the other houses and said something profound: "We can donate it, but it's not impossible to get it back."
"Third room, what do you mean? Since you have donated it, how can you get it back? Do you still have the nerve to ask for it back?" Second room Su Buqing glared at him, feeling that what he said was a bit incomprehensible.
If Sanfang wanted to get back the donated money, it would bring shame to the entire Su family.
Suddenly everyone's face turned ugly, and the amount of donation was an issue that could be discussed.
But if Sanfang wants to shamelessly ask for the money back, then everyone present would rather go hungry than ask for the money back.
They are a big family, and they are an aristocratic family.
A person has a face, and a tree has a bark.
Ordinary people want face, big families want face even more, and aristocratic families want face even more.
What the family relies on to survive is credibility.
If there is no credibility, what is the name of a family?
Suddenly, everyone looked at the third room Su Bude with disdain on their faces.
Seeing the ugly faces of the people present, Su Bude knew that he had to explain clearly.
Otherwise, his third-bedroom position might be replaced by someone else.
Su Bude, the third roommate, glanced around, tried his best to use a calm tone, shook his head and said: "As a noble family, there is no reason to ask for it back. What's more, you can't take it back."
After hearing this, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
But what does Sanfang mean when he says he wants to take the money back?
Su Bude saw the confused looks of everyone present and knew that they all wanted to know the answer.
He took a sip of tea gently, his movements extremely leisurely.
When Su Bujin from the fourth room saw his movements, he wished he could punch him.
Su Bude felt extremely proud when he saw that it was enough to whet the appetites of everyone present.
"Isn't it important for Xuzhi County to accumulate good deeds? Su might as well help Xuzhi County to accumulate good deeds." He glanced at the people present and said slowly.
Su Buqing, the second roommate, couldn't help but get furious: "Does the third room still feel that the Su family doesn't give enough? Does the third room want to sell all the land of the Su family and do good deeds before they are willing to do it?" For mobile phone users, please browse Zongheng Late Song Dynasty for better quality user experience.
