It took less than half an hour from when Lu Zhu showed up to when he rolled up his sleeves and went back to the back hall to cook for Chu Qing and Fu San.
In just half an hour, the character stood still.
Ma Rujing is ready to marry Luzhu. She is a female businesswoman from Changjing. She is in charge of all the materials in the capital. She spends 100,000 yuan to relieve the victims. She is a social addict when she opens her mouth. She is also a fifth-grade pleasant person. She even hacked a minister to death. I didn't rely on my father's family to make it to this day. With this character, Lao Ma compared it and found that Ma Ying was no longer fragrant. It was his daughter who was going crazy day by day. From now on, she has begun to work hard on the road to losing money. .
A group of generals who had not seen a woman for many years saw how beautiful Luzhu was. They were originally thinking of showing off their male prowess, but now they all lowered their heads and looked directly at her. After taking another look, they all felt that they were not worthy.
In fact, if Lvzhu were a man, these frontier soldiers might not think too much about how much money he made every month and how many refugees he helped.
The problem is that Lvzhu is a woman and does not have a husband's family, but she is a pleasant person of the fifth grade, has an official status, is rich after all, has a kind heart, helps the refugees, and gets a doctor for the border army. The most important thing is that this looks like A delicate woman who hacked to death a servant last year with a kitchen knife!
In the past, everyone didn't know what a goddess meant, but now, they generally know that if there is a goddess, Green Pearl meets all the prerequisites.
She is beautiful, has a good figure, is rich, has a kind heart, and the most powerful thing is that she has killed people, and what makes them most satisfied is that this girl’s husband is dead!
However, they feel that they have no chance at all and that they are not worthy.
I don’t know whether he is worthy or not. Anyway, after Luzhu arrived, his eyes spent most of the time on Fu San, and then Fu San kept looking at the sky, as if he was thinking about life.
Back in the main hall again, the generals could no longer sit still. They talked about Liangrong in the morning, and no one was very enthusiastic. Now that Luzhu has brought a group of doctors, everyone is already noisy and angry.
Originally, when it came to attacking Liang Rong, they all said that their camp was full of tigers and bears, so they could be the first to fight. Any random person in the camp could defeat eight Liang thieves.
Now a group of doctors came, and they said that all the sick and disabled soldiers in their camp needed treatment, and many doctors were needed to take charge. Eight of them were carefully selected in the camp, and together they might not be able to defeat even one cold bandit.
Continuing to discuss useless nonsense, Chu Qing squatted outside the dining room, sweating. He could already smell the aroma of meat.
Fu San didn't read much today. He didn't read continuously. He only read twice, then closed the book and looked at the sky. He seemed to be confused about something. He looked at the sky again, longing for God to give him an answer.
"Third brother." Chu Qing bumped into Fu San with his shoulder: "What are you thinking about? Why didn't you say a word when Lu Zhu came?"
"Master, I'm just thinking, woman..." Fu San said with confusion: "Why do men and women have different statuses? They are both born and raised by their fathers. Why do women have to stay at home and listen to their husbands in everything?" Yes, why is his status inferior to that of men?"
Chu Qingshan laughed and felt that he and his third brother had less and less common topics. Now the other party had begun to study sociological theory.
"Uh..." Chu Qing scratched the back of his head: "I won't make it."
Nowadays, this action of scratching the back of the head rarely appears on Fu San. Basically, after Fu San speaks, the person listening to him will scratch the back of the head.
Fukusan continued to look at the sky, confusion written on his face.
Chu Qing said happily: "You have to ask Fatty Tao about this. He reads a lot, so you can ask Tao Shaozhang. He also reads all the time, and his brain is damaged by reading."
"No, I think it's better to see and think for yourself. You can't always listen to others."
Fu San lowered his head, looked at the yellow sand on the ground, and murmured: "I think, people have to have their own ideas. You can't just believe what others tell you. As you said, this world is It's so fucked up. When I was young, I thought that my body was already controlled by others. If even my brain and thoughts were controlled by others, what would I do if I was still alive? It would be worse if my body was controlled by others and my brain was also controlled by others. Damn it.”
Chu Qing didn't react for a moment and said with a smile: "You said the body is controlled, I understand, status is inferior, I understand this, but what do you mean when you say the brain is controlled, who controls your brain."
"In this world, you see, everyone says that scholars are noble, officials are powerful, who is good and who is bad, they all say so, everyone says this, don't they all believe it after they say it too much, don't they believe it? What do you believe? Isn’t that just controlling your own head?”
Chu Qing took a breath and looked at Fu San with an inexplicable expression: "Brother, you won't start upgrading again, will you?"
"I don't understand what you mean."
Chu Qing said nothing and smiled bitterly.
He understood what Fu San meant, which is the so-called independent thinking and personality, rather than whatever emotions the public opinion machine puts into him, he has to enter into whatever emotions, work, make money, etc. The body is controlled Forget it, if even the spirit is controlled, without the ability to think independently, without ideas of one's own, and follows what others say, and goes with the flow, and oneself will be what everyone else says, and one will believe what everyone says, then as the third brother said , it’s better to die and count the balls.
Thinking of this, Chu Qing suddenly recalled the media of later generations, ah...self-media, and various experts doing science popularization.
The headlines are eye-catching, for example, a certain sixty-year-old man was violently beaten with his arms stretched out, and then everyone was filled with indignation and demanded severe punishment for the perpetrators. There was a huge uproar and they wanted to form a group to kill the perpetrators.
Finally, it was discovered that the man who beat the sixty-year-old man was an eighty-year-old man. He was his father, trying to teach his son a lesson.
Chu Qing was curious: "Why did you mention this suddenly?"
"Lv Zhu just said that if those doctors don't work hard, they will be punished and their children and grandchildren will be captured and sent to the border to join the army."
"Yes what's the matter?"
"Lvzhu doesn't understand the border and the border troops, just like the court doesn't know how painful the border is and how much blood the border troops have shed. It's not that the court doesn't know and pretends not to know. They pretend not to know, and the people really don't know. I don’t know, this is wrong.”
Fu San looked up at the sky again: "Master, tell me, is there any way to let the people know that the frontier soldiers are all good men, so that the people will praise the frontier soldiers when they mention them, and make people want to join the army? If you want to protect your family and country, if you can do it, the Dachang Dynasty will definitely be the most powerful dynasty from ancient times to the present."
"Yes, this is the fundamental problem."
Chu Qing deeply agreed: "I remember you said something last year, if a country's people are not willing to join the army, then this country will soon be finished."
Fu San looked at Chu Qing: "Master, you are the smartest person I have ever met. Can you think of a way?"
Chu Qing's old face turned red: "Well, let's talk about my cleverness first. From now on, don't say such things. Don't say it, let alone in front of Tao Ruolin or Qiu Wanshan. Yes, and Tao Weiran. Anyway, don't say such things. That’s it.”
With a dry laugh, Chu Qing shrugged again: "It can't be done. I can't think of a way to improve the salary of the military and change the world's views. It's not me who has the final say, but the imperial court."
Fu San clenched his fists and couldn't calm down: "No, we have to let the world know that the frontier soldiers are all good men. They know how much blood they shed, how many people died in the battle, and how they bleed. How did he die in battle? Why do those people in the capital live a good life and don't care about the life and death of the border troops?"
Chu Qing sighed deeply.
The problem arises here. People look down on the military, calling them Qiu Ba and Shacai. But how should we solve this problem? How can we change the world's view of the military? Can we solve it ourselves?
Hitting the back of his head, Chu Qing smiled and said, "I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee it, okay?"
Fu San showed a big smile and kept nodding.
Chu Qing also looked up at the sky, muttering to himself: "Information, public opinion, public opinion...newspaper, paper?"
He scratched the back of his head hard again. Chu Qing wished he could give himself a slap in the face. Why didn't Mao himself remember anything? Didn't they say that time travelers are omnipotent? If it had been other time travelers, aircraft carriers would have been built by now. Bar.
"Paper...newspaper..."
Chu Qing started scratching his head and ears, when suddenly a flash of light flashed through his mind, and just as he was about to suddenly realize, he heard piggy screams one after another.
Chu Qing suddenly stood up, looking excited: "I can finally have a meal of meat!"
As for papermaking and newspapers, Chu Qing had forgotten about it again.
