Early the next morning, Chu Qing and Fu San left the Chu Mansion and headed to Tai'anfang to meet up with the Tao family farmers.
That night, Chu Qing barely slept.
If it is true, as my father said, that the granary incident killed so many victims because they flattered the emperor and stayed out of it, then this court and this Chang Dynasty are really hopeless, and the country will be destroyed sooner or later.
Chu Qing doesn't object to flattery, and he does it too, but one thing always comes down to the other, and people always have to stick to something.
Two people always come to mind, two extremes, one is Tao Shaozhang, the Dali Temple Shaoqing who is a close friend in Manchaotang, and the other is Qiu Wanshan, the elegant right minister of the household department.
I have entered the officialdom, so in the future, what kind of official should I be? I want to be like Tao Shaozhang and become a lonely minister, worthy of my conscience but walking hard. Or I can become Qiu Wanshan, a long-sleeved dancer who completely abandons my conscience, or I can live in peace with my corpse. Live your own little life?
"Master, are you worried again?" Fu San spoke softly.
"Well, that's right."
"woman?"
"No, life." Chu Qing laughed dumbly: "I was wondering whether I should continue to be an official after dealing with the Taowu Palace incident. I always feel that if I continue to be an official, I will become a different kind of person."
"What will you do if you don't become an official?"
"Merchant, although merchants are not popular, they have a lot of money."
Fu San shook his head: "I don't think it's good, little one."
"Thinking differently, let me ask you this, which one do you choose, a million dollars or a household official who will never be dismissed?"
"Will you never be dismissed?" Fu San chuckled: "Of course he is an official of the Ministry of Household Affairs."
"Being an official is so tiring."
"I'm not tired."
"How do you know you're not tired?"
Fu San said matter-of-factly: "I will never be dismissed, who the hell is still working as an errand?"
Chu Qing stopped and stared at Fu San, realizing that what he said was impeccable.
Yes, you will never be fired. Who will go to work? It would be great to sleep at home.
"No, I asked the wrong question, that's what I meant... Oh, anyway, I still think merchants are good."
"But Master, have you ever thought about it? Businessmen are very precarious. Even if you have a net worth of tens of thousands of dollars, even if it is a million dollars, if you offend an official one day, the net worth of ten thousand dollars will be gone."
"That's right." Chu Qing frowned and thought for a moment: "If you made a fortune, it would be gone the next day. Where would you hide it?"
"Put it in a bank." Fu San said cheerfully, "Put it in a bank. If the money is gone, they will have to pay compensation."
Chu Qing: "..."
"Isn't the younger one right?"
"It's sewn tightly, every detail is tight. It's okay. Let's keep walking."
Chu Qing suddenly realized one thing, that is, he always chatted with Fu San, and the chat was in full swing, but every time he would find that the two of them always seemed to be talking at the same time, and he didn't know whether it was his expressive ability or Fu San's fault. Is there a problem with this understanding?
After losing interest in continuing the conversation, Chu Qing took Fu San to Tai'anfang quickly.
At this time, there were more than 200 farmers squatting under the Tai'anfang archway, like laborers waiting to work.
Chu Qing's initially gloomy mood was swept away because he saw a beautiful figure, it was Tao Ruolin who was wearing a veil that covered half of her face.
Tao Ruolin didn't look like a lady at all. She was squatting next to the old man she saw yesterday, grabbing a big cake and munching on it.
After Fu San also saw Tao Ruolin, whose appearance could be said to be shocking, he frowned tightly and said, "It's an eyesore."
Chu Qing suddenly became unhappy: "It's an eyesore when people sit there and eat big cakes. Then if you go to the flower boat and ask for money from the madam, you won't be an eyesore?"
Fu San scratched the back of his head: "The younger one didn't say his real name."
Chu Qing was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
"When I was little, I went to that land of fireworks and willow alleys and never left my name."
"Why?"
"I can't find a small one even if I get it on credit."
Chu Qing gave a thumbs up: "You are the eldest brother."
Looking at Tao Ruolin who was eating pie across the street again, Chu Qing's lips curved into a smile.
He doesn't think there's anything wrong with women showing up in public. It's all the dregs of feudalism. Besides, the people in Changjing are bold and unrestrained. In Bei City, there are many young girls and young wives chasing children with brooms. I didn't see any other people calling anyone shameless.
If you want to be shameless, it’s not the scholars who shout, this is an eyesore, that is indecent, the people are vulgar, whatever, after the beeping, they ran to the flower boat to play multi-person sports.
The people are said to be ignorant, but if the people were not ignorant, would the powerful class be happy?
Do rulers really hope that the people will not be ignorant and have free will?
So from this we can also see how hypocritical the so-called scholars are.
They hope that the people will be ignorant and vulgar, so that they can demonstrate their sense of superiority and consolidate their rights. Then, while being superior, they will scold the people for being ignorant and vulgar.
Tai'anfang is a place where dignitaries gather. There were more than 200 people from the Tao family, squatting there, attracting attention.
By chance, two soldiers patrolling the streets came and walked over with a frown on their face. The old man whom I had seen yesterday waved a badge in his hand without even raising his head. Neither soldier farted. Turn around and leave.
Fu San said sourly: "The prince's young master's reputation is really tough, and even the soldiers dare not question him."
"You're not bad either. The bodyguard of the Minister of Industry's family is also a good brand."
"It's far worse." Fu San said angrily: "At the beginning of the year, I was squatting under the Baihua Tower and didn't do anything. I just looked up and stared at him. The soldiers came and made nasty remarks."
"Brother, I'm squatting under the archway and eating big cakes, but you're squatting under the fucking brothel and looking up at the girl's skirt. How can that be the same thing? Also, the next time you do this, Bienima reported the name of Chu Mansion to us."
"No, I told the soldier that I was the guardian of the Hiron family, the right minister of the Ministry of Industry."
Chu Qing was dumbfounded and was stunned for a long time: "Third brother, you were born in the wrong child. If you had a better background, you would definitely be no worse than Qiu Wanshan now."
Fu San chuckled: "It's good to follow you, but I'm poor, suffer a little, look down upon by others, have no future, it's hard to please my mother-in-law, and I always get angry."
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San looked at the Tao family farmer and suddenly said "Hey" slightly: "Master, have you noticed that there is something wrong with that maid?"
"What's wrong?"
"Look at the other bankers, they vaguely surrounded her, and their attitudes were extremely respectful."
"Isn't that normal? The personal maid of the eldest lady of the master's family is just like you following me. In the Chu Mansion, everyone respects you, isn't it? This is called a slave following the master."
"Really?" Fu San scratched the back of his head: "Those bastards really dislike the little ones."
"Shut up now."
