Ouyang Rong suddenly discovered something.
One thing... something he had been immersed in working hard and neglected since he came here.
First of all, the current Great Zhou Dynasty is indeed a prosperous age that may leave its name in history. Luoyang and Chang'an in Guanzhong are indeed prosperous scenes where all nations come to visit. The abundant martial virtue of the imperial frontier army has even defeated a small country. You can hardly be called a famous general. The influence of Qian culture, which combines the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, has swept across the surrounding barbarians.
Even if Empress Wei, who was good at maneuvering, could not be called a wise ruler, she could still be called a strong ruler, and she was by no means a cowardly ruler.
This young dynasty, which was founded eighty years ago and was renamed Zhou Dynasty, has to admit that it is in the heyday of a country that cannot stop its upward momentum. Its foundation is relatively stable and is far from the historical cycle of three hundred years.
Ouyang Rong was reborn from an era that was considered prosperous to such a dynasty that was considered prosperous.
But he ignored... This glorious and prosperous age has nothing to do with the tens of thousands of victims in Longcheng County at this moment, nor does it have anything to do with the majority of the people at the bottom of the world.
Most of the wealth of this prosperous empire was concentrated in the hands of the royal family Zhou Ting, Guanlong dignitaries, the five surnames Qiwang and local tyrants and squires, at most not counting the prosperous Guanzhong people at the heart of the empire.
So, what does prosperity have to do with you?
It is the saddest thing to be surrounded by mourners in a prosperous age. Even historians are unwilling to write you down, for fear of tarnishing the "rule of so-and-so" and "the prosperous age of so-and-so"; even future generations of history readers are unwilling to take a look at you. Afraid of ruining the fantasy and longing for the great dynasty established by our ancestors.
And even if you try your best, you can't overthrow this prosperous world, it is still there... Think about it, how desperate this is.
Moreover, even a "prosperous age" was in such a state. From now on, Ouyang Rong would never want to read any history books again.
But he is currently in a possible future history book, but he is a small seventh-grade county magistrate, opening his eyes wide and facing the flood of mourners who are not taken seriously in the prosperous age...
"What should we do, Ouyang Lianghan?"
Ouyang Rong flew to the clouds again, looking at the ancient tower standing in front of him and asking himself.
But no one answered him.
After standing outside the tower for a long time, Ouyang Rong turned around and left, returning to reality.
In fact, he has not entered the merit tower for many days. Since the establishment of the disaster relief camp organization to provide relief through work, the clear sound of wooden fish has indeed been heard from time to time. He should have accumulated a lot of merit points, but Ouyang Rong has never entered the tower to see it. .
He has been waiting until disaster relief and flood control are almost arranged, then he will go into the pagoda to take a look. If he meets the merit value of 10,000, he will go directly to the Pure Land Palace to collect the blessings and leave. If you are not satisfied, just work as Longcheng County Magistrate for a while. Anyway, the term will be four years, and you can do as much as possible.
And even if the merit points reached 10,000 before the disaster relief and flood control work was completed, Ouyang Rong could not pass the test in his heart and ran away halfway.
He has never been in the habit of leaving in the middle of a task, unless there is force majeure. This is true for returning to Donglin Temple after being banned from the Gongde Tower APP, for insisting on returning to his "hometown" to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and for current disaster relief and flood control. in this way.
So why enter the tower before you finish.
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"It's so ridiculous."
It's that garden with flying plum petals again, in an elegant and quiet waterside pavilion. A beauty wearing a crown and a sword arrived. She uttered these four words as soon as she sat down.
"Who offended sister Xie?"
Su Guo'er lowered her head and stroked the cat.
She was wearing a narrow crimson skirt and sitting alone by the water. She was holding a strange lazy cat in her arms. It was all white and had black markings on the corners of its mouth, resembling a butterfly.
At this time, cats were called raccoon slaves in the Zhou Dynasty. They were rare in number, and many came from foreign countries as tribute, such as Persian cats. They were raised more by palace ladies and princesses. Princess Changle, who was favored by the dynasty at that time, was a "cat." "Slave", it is said that there are seven good cats, all with elegant names.
As a result, raccoon slaves gradually became popular among the upper-class ladies in Luoyang. However, there are still very few in the south. Xie Lingjiang has not seen a few of them. He only saw an older sister named Zhenyang in Wuyi Lane. This thing is really cute, but she thinks it is too delicate. Yes, Xie Lingjiang doesn't like anything pampered.
"Shuoshu, they are all Shuoshu! They didn't even spare the food that Jimincang used to save his life...it's so ridiculous."
Su Guo'er raised her eyes and saw that the Xie family girl was still holding the hilt of the sword tightly in her lap after she sat down, her fingers turning blue and making a rattling sound.
"Sister Xie, the sixth generation of a high-ranking family, naturally feels that they are ridiculous."
Xie Lingjiang turned around and said, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"It's ridiculous, but not surprising."
Xie Lingjiang stared at her, "You are not angry either."
"What's the use of being angry? Everyone has his own destiny."
"What if... I gave you the power to dispose of it."
"Kill them all."
Xie Lingjiang turned his head and looked at the night scene outside the water pavilion. He stopped talking and his eyes were a little blank.
There was a little maid with a dumpling face waiting outside the door. Seeing that the young lady and the Xie family girl were no longer arguing, she brought tea into the room and presented refreshments to Xie Lingjiang. She also placed a bookcase next to the young lady.
Su Guo'er called out "Cai Shou" and handed the cat slave in her arms to her personal maid. The cat's name was "Butterfly Slave" and it was given to her by her aunt from far away. In fact, it was a pair as a gift, but there was only one Already folded.
Contrary to Xie Lingjiang, Su Guoer likes things that are docile to her.
The little maid named Cai Shou happily took over the butterfly slave and ran to the side to pet the cat for the young lady. Only then did Xie Lingjiang discover that the white cat with a spot on its mouth that looked like it was holding a butterfly was lame.
But she wasn't paying attention to such trivial matters at the moment.
"But... even if we kill them all, it won't solve the current problem of disaster relief food. How will senior brother control the floods in the future?"
Su Guo'er, who was picking up books from the small box, lowered his head and said, "Just follow the path of the previous county magistrates."
"What way?"
With makeup on her eyebrows, she said nonchalantly: "Ask your senior brother, he should know. Even if he doesn't know, someone will tell him."
Xie Ling Jiang Ningmei glanced at the girl with plum blossom makeup who was flipping through a collection of poems for a while.
This sister of the Su family is indeed very smart. I heard that her father and brother often come to ask her questions and opinions. Many matters in the Su family are made by her casually in her boudoir.
But compared to the gentleness and humility of her father and brother, this sister of the Su family is too arrogant and careless about most things. Sometimes Xie Lingjiang wonders, is there anything or anyone in this world that she cares about? Except for her father and brother.
Xie Lingjiang didn't ask any more questions, just took a deep breath and said:
"And what's even more ridiculous is that the court's first thought was not to provide disaster relief, but to stabilize the place and prevent the refugees from causing chaos! They don't provide food and don't allow chaos. I'm sorry I really can't figure it out. In the eyes of those people, What are the common people?"
"It's water." Su Guo'er nodded and said, "Taizong often said that the king's boat is the water of the people. Water can carry the boat and capsize it."
"When Taizong said this, didn't he mean that the people are noble, the country is second, and the king is despised? And are they afraid of the people?"
"Yes. However, it was your Confucian saints who said that the people should be valued more than the king. Taizong did not say it."
"What's the difference?"
"In the ears of you Confucian scholars, Taizong said that the people are more important than the king, but in my... In the ears of the descendants of the Li family, what is too religious is the art of emperors. The king should be aware of danger, and the stable water will make the boat stable. A piece of paper allows You stabilize the place and make the people suffer again. This is not just a way to stabilize the water, it is just the worst method."
Xie Lingjiang turned around and asked stubbornly: "Which one is nobler, the people, or the nobles?"
"If Sister Xie asks my father or brother, they will sincerely give you the answer you want to hear, but I am not them. Sister Xie doesn't like to hear what I say."
"No, you speak and I listen."
"Well, my sister also thinks that the people are noble, because all the people in the world combined are certainly more valuable than a king, because the water is enough to capsize a boat."
After Su Guoer nodded, he asked again:
"But what if there are only one-tenth of the people of the world, only one percent of the people of the world, only one ten thousandth of the people of the world? Or even just... one people? Compared with the king, who is more noble? What if? If he is noble, then he is the king, and the king is the people, so in the end, isn't he still the 'king' who is noble? And if he is equally noble, then he is still called a king.
"Even you Confucian scholars admit that there is a difference between the king and the people, and everyone agrees that there is a distinction between high and low. Then do you still need to ask who is more important and who is less important?"
Xie Ling Jiang Leng asked: "So, can the king be able to have the hearts of one person and the hearts of thousands of people?"
Su Guoer shook her head:
"Of course not. The last person to do this was the mad emperor of Sui Dynasty; the first person to do this was the First Emperor who asked for the elixir of immortality a thousand years ago. Both independent men died under the cauldron sword in the end. So Dagan established the country No more laboring people and money to build tripod swords; that’s why Taizong warned: Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it, so don’t be a solitary man.
"But now the question is, how big is the 'people's water' that can overturn the 'Jun's boat'? If it is just a small splash on the bow, do you need to care?" Every king has a steelyard in his heart.
"If all the people in the world are compared to a lake of water, then all the victims in Longcheng County, Jiangzhou combined together are not even water splashes. At best, they are just a small spoonful of water. Zhou... doesn't care."
Xie Lingjiang fell silent.
The room became quiet, and Su Guo'er was quietly flipping through a book of poetry that she often read, while the little maid with a bun face was quietly teasing the cat.
Until a girl suddenly stood up.
She stood in front of the cold plum blossom makeup girl and said word by word:
"You don't care, but someone does."
Xie Lingjiang turned his back and left.
