Who says counting money isn’t tiring?
If Zuo Mengeng hears this, he must give him a slap in the face.
Last night, he, together with Liu Yiyuan and the people from Ronghuafugui, Eternal Life, checked all night before finally figuring out how much money had been robbed this time.
Gold, silver, jewelry, as well as rare calligraphy and paintings, add up to more than 300,000 taels.
With this wealth in hand, Zuo Mengeng's confidence was somewhat strengthened.
"Master, that Lu Wazi..."
In the early morning, Zhang Yan came to see him, but he stopped talking.
"What's the problem?"
Zuo Mengeng had to be careful.
Zhang Yan looked regretful.
"The guy under Lu Wazi is fine."
Zuo Mengeng understood what was going on when he saw Zhang Yan gesturing between his legs.
"Doesn't that mean that his whole life is ruined?"
Zhang Yan couldn’t help but sigh.
"In the future, when he grows up and knows about people, what will he do?"
Zuo Mengeng's shock quickly passed, and he was not as entangled as Zhang Yan.
"The most important thing for a man to walk in this world is his mind. Don't worry, I will teach him personally in a while. In such a big world, there is always a use for him."
Seeing the dawn, Zuo Gui and Zuo Yong were left guarding the treasure, while Zuo Mengeng returned to the city.
Although exhausted, he still went to visit Xu Ruolin.
This girl fell into the water yesterday, barely survived, and was very cold. Fortunately, I didn't get sick, but I was much weaker.
"You're fine, why did you end up in the water?"
Xu Ruolin drank the ginger soup and said depressedly: "I just wanted to meet Qian Muzhai, but who knew that something like this happened."
Zuo Mengeng was so funny.
"I didn't expect you to be a groupie."
After he explained what "star-chasers" meant, Xu Ruolin also laughed.
"You don't know how famous Qian Muzhai is in Jiangnan. It is said that people who go to his house for advice are walking along the street for three miles, day and night."
Zuo Mengeng didn't care.
"Is it amazing? He doesn't understand Portuguese or geometry."
Xu Ruolin couldn't help but look at him flirtatiously.
"These are all trivial matters, how can they be compared with Qian Muzhai's masterful moral articles?"
Zuo Mengeng hummed: "What use are those moral articles to the country and the people? When facing the Tartars, shouldn't we use Portuguese cannons?"
How could Xu Ruolin know so much?
"I also asked Yaya, but every time he hesitated to speak. Scholars all over the world respect Confucianism. They always praise Confucius and Mencius in their words, praise Cheng and Zhu in their writings, and their articles are beautiful and magnificent. But this The world seems to be getting more and more chaotic, and those talented people can't find any solution."
Zuo Mengeng was much more sarcastic.
"Since the Han Dynasty, all Confucian scholars have governed the country. However, the replacement of dynasties and the cycle of rise and fall have never stopped. What can they do? It is obviously the principle of life, but it must be used to govern the country. The slightest deviation is a thousand miles wrong."
Xu Ruolin glanced at Zuo Menggeng carefully and whispered: "Yaya said that those ministers who govern the country respect Confucianism on the surface, but in fact they all use Legalism to govern. The so-called external Confucianism and internal law is just a trick. It’s just a shell.”
Zuo Mengeng was extremely serious.
"It is said that if the name is not correct, the words will not be correct. They know that the country of Confucianism is full of errors but do not correct them. This is unwilling to bow their heads and admit their mistakes. They think they are borrowing the shell of Confucianism, but they do not know that thoughts condense people's hearts. What they preach is something deeper. That’s what it will be.”
When many people in later generations discussed ancient politics, they popularized science with a condescending attitude.
Don't think that Confucianism is orthodox. People in power know that Confucianism is not good at governing the country. In fact, they implement legalist ideas and so on, in order to whitewash the feudal literati.
As everyone knows, Confucian ethics permeates every corner of society and has become a deeply rooted thought. How can the Legalist concept of governing the country be successful?
Otherwise, why would Yang Tinghe lose the great etiquette battle?
It's not like the king of heaven and earth, his master, is tied around his neck, making the ruler of the country suffocated.
Xu Ruolin was severely impacted, but the boundaries of her thinking were constantly opening up under such impact, and she increasingly felt that Zuo Menggeng was good.
"Zuo Mengeng, do you think the Ming Dynasty is really going to die?"
Zuo Mengeng asked, "Do you think there is still hope?"
Xu Ruolin asked a sudden question.
"If the Ming Dynasty dies, what will happen to ordinary people like you and me?"
Zuo Mengeng comforted him and said: "It is his Zhu family that perished, not the world. People in the world will live how they want to live. It's just a matter of changing the emperor."
Xu Ruolin tasted it carefully and found that what he said made sense.
"Then who do you think can become the new emperor in the future?"
"I."
Xu Ruolin suddenly raised her head, looked at the extremely serious Zuo Mengeng, and laughed dumbly.
"boast."
Zuo Mengeng was unconvinced.
"Why do you think I'm bragging?"
Xu Ruolin was ashamed of him.
"Why do you sit on the throne and be the emperor?"
Zuo Mengeng naturally fought back.
"Why can't I sit on the throne and be the emperor?"
Xu Ruolin was stunned by this rhetorical question.
Yes, Qin lost its deer, and the whole world chased it away.
Why are you so sure that Zuo Mengeng can't do it?
She found reasons for herself.
"Every king who founded a country must be a peerless hero, possessing the appearance of a celestial being, who is very different from ordinary people."
Zuo Mengeng held his arms in his arms and smiled even more cheerfully.
"Can't I be a great hero?"
"you……"
Xu Ruolin instinctively wanted to laugh at him, but the scenes of Zuo Mengeng's fights came to mind. For some reason, there was always a voice in her heart telling her that the great hero Cheng Zai was like this.
This realization made Xu Ruolin panic, and she was speechless.
Zuo Mengeng sat for a long time before coming out of Xu Ruolin's room and met Zuo Fu who came to see him.
"Young Master, that member of the Jinyi Guards is awake, and he wants to see you."
The hundred households on the Jinyi Guards' ship were seriously injured and could not escape death. Zuo Mengeng's sudden attack allowed him to escape.
Later, when the cabin was being cleaned, he was rescued and is now being kept in Zuofu.
Zuo Menggeng was also very curious about the hundred households in brocade clothes, so he looked for it.
The man is in his early thirties, very tall, and his thin body is full of solid muscles.
This is a very explosive body and should have extraordinary martial arts skills. Otherwise, you won't be able to persist until the end.
But the situation at this time is not good.
He was injured in dozens of places all over his body, and his right arm was broken. His expression was sluggish and his face was bloodless.
When he saw Zuo Mengeng, his eyes were shining, as if he wanted to see through the young man in front of him.
"Thank you for your help."
Zuo Mengeng waved his hand, not taking credit.
"It's just a coincidence."
The hundred households nodded and introduced themselves.
"I am Han Chuan, a hundred households in Fusi, Jinyiweinan Town."
"This is Zuo Mengeng."
Han Chuan has obviously asked about Zuo Mengeng.
"Your Majesty fought fiercely in Liaodong and made outstanding achievements. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zuo is also an unparalleled warrior and a fierce general."
The scene of Zuo Mengeng using force on the ship that day has always remained in Han Chuan's mind.
Every time he thought about it, he was amazed and shocked.
There are many masters in Jinyiwei, but Han Chuan dares to say that no one can perform ten moves under Zuo Mengeng.
It's true that Zuo Mengeng's moves are too weird and cruel. They are always unexpected, but they are infinitely powerful.
I really don’t know how this young man practices.
Zuo Mengeng had no intention of talking about this. On the contrary, the Hundred Households of Jinyiwei gave him a possibility.
"Has Han Baihu been tricked this time?"
Han Chuan wanted to deny it, but the words left only bitterness on his lips.
"Young Master Zuo is as bright as a candle, how can you tell?"
Zuo Mengeng made it very clear, also to convince Han Chuan.
"It is impossible for the court to escort Wei Zhongxian and Li Chaoqin to Fengyang without knowing the dangers involved. This is also the reason why they did not go through the canal. Since Han Baihu was sent here to avoid death, his superiors obviously have no good intentions."
Han Chuan raised his head and sighed, his eyes full of resentment.
"I used to hang out in the Jingying camp. After the Saar Hu, the Jingying camp was restructured and I was transferred to the Jinyi Guards. Because I was not from Jinyi, I was targeted everywhere. When Xu Xianchun was here, I was miserable. I thought that now there is a new commander. I can have a new world again. Who would have thought that Commander Luo was even more aggressive in excluding dissidents. If Mr. Zuo hadn't saved him, he wouldn't even have received any pension after his death."
Zuo Mengeng listened carefully and was not surprised by Han Chuan's situation.
"To be an official today, you either need money or people. That Luo Yangxing is from the Jinyi family, and he has been promoted to command so suddenly that he must unite with Lao Jinyi to consolidate his power. Outsiders like Han Baihu have become a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh. "
Han Chuan smiled bitterly, looking desperate.
"I have no one here, and I have no money. I'm lucky this time and I survived. But if the commander of the Jin Yi Guards takes care of me, how can I still survive?"
A frustrated hundred households, this is an opportunity.
Zuo Mengeng stared at the other party, holding the pearl of wisdom in his hand.
"What is lost is the mulberry tree, and what is gained is the east corner. If hundreds of households want to change their situation, they may not have no chance."
