Feng Bai threw away the chisel and ran away, running up the hillside to find Han You.
He didn't want to apologize, but wanted to ask something, something he didn't even know what it was.
Feng Bai just felt a breath held in his chest, not anger, but something inexplicable.
He didn't think Han You was right, but he didn't think he was wrong either.
From a legal perspective, Han You is wrong.
But to the people of Xun County, he was right.
Feng Bai wanted to know whether he was right or wrong.
It's a pity that he is no longer qualified and has lost the qualification to see Han You.
Before, he didn't cherish this qualification, the qualification Fu Yuxiang fought for him.
Now that he has lost this qualification, he realizes that Fu Yuxiang has good intentions.
Being blocked by two veterans of the Confederate Army, Feng Bai realized that among all the sergeants in the Yidao Battalion, only the veterans of the Confederate Army could approach Han You. Those cheating candidates would easily be beaten even if they even glanced at Han You.
Before this, Feng Bai had countless opportunities to perform in front of Han You.
Two old soldiers from the Southern Army who were usually close friends with Feng Bai had already grabbed the hilts of their knives and were extremely indifferent.
"Feng Bai." The old soldier from the Confederate Army on the left narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't bother the young master anymore. Otherwise, it won't be settled with a beating."
Feng Bai blushed and lied: "Little brother, go and admit your mistake."
"Admit your mistake?"
The old soldier of the Confederate Army was overjoyed: "Young master is kind-hearted and has no common sense with you. If you say you want to provoke me, I will provoke you. If you say you admit your mistake, you will admit it. Who the hell do you think you are."
Feng Bai scratched his neck and shouted: "My little brother is just arguing with reason."
The old soldier of the Southern Army had a sarcastic expression on his face: "Young Master is the swordsman of the Emperor's personal army. After receiving the Emperor's instructions, he left the city overnight and came all the way non-stop. He wanted to fight wits and courage with a group of local dog officials and evil gentry, and also gathered manpower to dig out There are more than 4,000 people in Changyuan, more than 4,000 people, not more than 4,000 fucking grasses. I don’t know how many people will die if I delay for a moment. You argue with reason, argue with reason, you damn thing What qualifications do you have to argue with reason!"
The veteran soldier of the Southern Army became more and more angry as he talked, and pushed Feng Bai away: "If you can save four thousand people by arguing with reason, I will accompany you to argue with reason for one year, ten years, or a hundred years. If you Feng Bai argue with reason, you can save 4,000 people." Save four thousand people?"
"Can…"
The more Feng Bai spoke, the softer his voice became: "Lynching can be abused, and others will take advantage of it."
"Feng Bai, I tell you, if the young master dares to save people, he is not afraid of giving others a thumb. Anyone who can slander the young master by saving people is a person who doesn't want to save people. If he doesn't want to save people, he is a beast. You Feng Bai What's the difference between arguing with the young master and being a beast?"
Feng Bai was speechless. He looked up at the figure squatting on the bluestone on the hillside. The air in his chest gradually dissipated.
At this moment, he knew what was right and what was wrong.
Wrong and right all lie in the word "people".
For the sake of the people, no matter how wrong it is, it is still right.
It hurts the people, no matter how right it is, it is still wrong.
Han You on the bluestone seemed to have noticed Feng Bai's gaze, looked over, and muttered, "Look at the mouth shape reading, stupid."
Not only Fu Yuxiang was disappointed with Feng Bai, but Han You was also disappointed.
Young Master Han doesn't want to talk to Feng Bai, not today or in the future. He is currently learning from the experience and listening to the thoughts of the county magistrate Zhang Ti.
Zhang Ti had accepted her fate and was hanging there, seeming to be talking to herself and telling Han You something.
"Your Majesty has three palaces and six courtyards, and I, Zhang Ti... I, Zhang Ti, have two or three concubines, which are nothing. At that time, at that time, I just thought like this..."
"But raising a concubine requires money. The Wang family has a lot of wealth and is loved by scholars. I thought that it was appropriate for me to befriend her and befriend her..."
"Unknowingly, we have become friends deeply. If the Wang family commits a crime, I, what can I do, I must reciprocate..."
"Wang Kunliang said that they are all unruly people. They are unscrupulous people who don't know a lot of Chinese characters. They don't know what it means to be loyal to the emperor and patriotism. They don't know what the Four Books and Five Classics mean. They only know how to farm the land..."
"The Wang family took all the land, and none of the people starved to death. It was just that the people had less food, one less bite. I am working hard for the people under my rule, so what does it matter if I occupy some fields? The salary issued by the court is not enough. Concubine room…”
"Everyone is greedy. Wherever there are officials who are not greedy, they are all greedy. I, I am greedy, but I can't do anything. But I am greedy and greedy, and I find that I am not greedy enough. I want to make friends, raise concubines, and... Let your relatives live a better life..."
"The common people just farm the land and don't need to learn anything. I am a person who has studied. I have been studying since I was a child. I studied hard for ten years in a cold window, and it was very difficult..."
"Okay, okay."
Han You interrupted impatiently: "There is nothing new at all. It's not that you study hard, it's that you fucking think scholars are superior to others. Shut up. If your relatives are guilty of death, they will definitely be sentenced to prison."
"Thank you, General. Thank you, General."
Zhang Ti, who was hanging up, cried with joy: "Thank you so much, General, for sparing the little man's relatives, for your great kindness. I will be a bully in the next life..."
"Fuck you, I'm afraid of losing my life. I won't even raise a dog like you!"
Han You stood up and patted his butt, and cheers suddenly came from below.
An old soldier from the Confederate Army ran up. It turned out that Cao Liyi had dug out all the "money" in Zhang Ti's house and was distributing it.
The money smelled very bad and was all in cash because it was buried in the hut.
In fact, this situation is quite normal. Many officials, especially low-level officials, do not have much property in their names and dare not deposit money in banks. They can only bury cash in the ground, many of which are buried under huts. .
Originally, these money were hard-earned money, stained with the blood and sweat of the people, earned through labor and earned with both hands.
Even if it is stained with blood and sweat, it can be taken out openly.
But after the officials took away the smell, the smell of blood and sweat disappeared and turned into a stench, which was buried underground.
Hard-earned money turns into stinky stuff.
What was upright became shady.
What was right became wrong.
What's wrong is that no one cares about it. Each copper plate seems to be a joke, a joke that makes people laugh after hearing it. When they laugh, they shed tears.
Han You looked up at the gravel above.
"You can look up at the stars from a puddle of mud, and the rocks in the mountains are the stars."
Han You's eyes were a little blurry and he murmured: "How I wish to let the people know that they are not mud or grass. How I wish to push away those stones for the people and let them see the real stars."
Withdrawing his gaze, Han You looked at the friends around him, showing an unprecedented and extremely unconfident look.
"Can I?"
Lu Baichuan, Jiang Zhui, Fu Yuxiang, veterans of the Southern Army, and a few miscellaneous soldiers who were redrawing the map all saluted, and silent silence was the answer.
In the distance, Feng Bai, who has had extraordinary eyesight and hearing since childhood, burst into tears, fell to one knee on the ground, and burst into tears.
At this moment, he finally regretted it and finally knew what he had missed.
At this moment, Feng Bai was extremely envious, envious of the soldiers who happened to be following Han You to draw the map, and envious of himself half a day ago.
How lucky I was half a day ago.
