Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 438
The folk customs of the Tang Dynasty are simple, but the defense between men and women is not so strict. From the palace to the court and then to the people, romantic affairs between men and women can be heard everywhere.

Perhaps because Li Tang's royal family has Hu ancestry, they are very open about the relationship between men and women, and there are all kinds of cross-generational, cross-race and even cross-gender affairs.

After Li Zhi accepted his father's woman Empress Wu, after more than 1000 years, people may be criticized for being morally deficient and contrary to ethics. , everyone can accept it.

That's why Empress Wu went to Ganye Temple to become a monk, to make a cutscene, and to bleach it.

After coming back, Li Zhizheng took her in, so it made sense, I just took in a nun, what a blind BB.

In contrast, Li Jingye's romantic affair is even more trivial.

What makes Li Qinzai a little depressed is whether the Li family has committed a Tai Sui recently. He just escaped from the case of disgusting victory, and his cousin got into trouble again.

"It's understandable if you can't control your crotch. What I don't understand is that there are so many beautiful girls in the brothels in Chang'an City. Is it so interesting that he has to steal the concubine of the servant of the Ministry of Officials and the wife of another family?" Li Qinzai said helplessly.

King Teng licked Mrs. Korea, his cousin stole the servant's concubine, not to mention Li Zhi, not only poached his father's corner, but also took in his sister and niece in the corner...

Looking around, the world is full of Cao thieves, and Li Qinzai feels inferior because he is incompatible with this perverted world.

A servant from the British government stood in front of Li Qinzai and said respectfully: "The old man said that something is a little unusual, let Shaolang be silent first, and don't talk too much when the city is full of storms."

Li Qinzai narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean? Is there something else going on here?"

The servant bowed his head and said, "Shao Lang said that he was drinking with his friends, but after he got drunk, he didn't remember who helped him into the carriage. When he woke up, he was already sleeping on the bed of Hao Shilang's concubine. Without a trace, before he woke up, Hao Shilang led someone to rush in and caught him right away."

Li Qinzai immediately understood: "This is really a fairy dance, isn't it too disrespectful for the dignified minister of officials to play such a dirty trick?"

The servant said again: "Hao Shilang doesn't seem to be a fake. Shaolang said that he was really angry at the time. Later, after he recognized Shaolang, Hao Shilang swallowed his anger and didn't want to say anything. It was true. Shaolang prepared a new set of clothes, and sent a carriage from the mansion to take Shaolang back to the Duke's mansion..."

Li Qinzai frowned, pondered for a while, and said: "Grandpa is right, there is something going on here, and it is really not appropriate for cousin to speak out before the matter is clear."

"Yes, that's what the old man said, so he sent a villain to send a letter to Wu Shaolang. The matter of Shaolang is not that simple. Someone should be targeting the Duke's mansion behind the scenes. The old man asked Wu Shaolang to be careful in his words and deeds recently. Cause trouble..."

Li Qinzai looked at him amusedly: "You don't need to use any rhetorical tricks. My grandfather's oral message can't be so gentle. Tell me, what are the original words of my grandfather?"

The servant hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "The old man's original words are... let that bastard Qin Zai be more honest recently, and don't cause trouble for the old man, or the old man will break his leg. Anyway, he has already given birth to a child in this house, and the incense will be cut off." No, he's useless."

After the servant finished speaking, he quickly glanced at him anxiously.

Li Qinzai smiled awkwardly and raised his legs unconsciously.

Shit, knowing that there is nothing good to say, why do you let others say it?

"You go back, and in the future, pass on the message...be more tactful, and try not to hurt others." Li Qinzai patted his shoulder earnestly.

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What happened in Chang'an City did not affect Li Qinzai, who was teaching in remote mountainous areas.

Li Qinzai feels that this matter is only showing signs. If someone is really targeting the British government behind the scenes, it is impossible to use only this romantic affair between men and women to make a fuss, and they should still be holding back their big moves.

Don't worry, just wait calmly for the development of the matter. As for the cousin being impeached by the imperial censor, it doesn't matter.

For three consecutive days of autumn harvest, the granary was opened outside the courtyard of the Li family. The accountant and stewards of the other courtyard stood outside the granary, and a Dou Dendrobium stood at the door. .

Steward Song reported the count loudly, and the accountant added a few sums to the account book and paid according to the amount. Finally, the grain was carried into the warehouse by the servants and the farmers, and the whole grain collection process was completed.

Dou Hu said that grains are particular, and buying and selling are different. When buying grain from farmers, Dou Hu is only [-]% or [-]% full, but it is paid for one Hu.

When selling grain, the buckets of dendrobium are piled up to the top, like a pyramid, and it is still the price of a dendrobium.

Buying and selling is all about this Dou Dendrobium, which on the surface is called grain, but in fact it is called the conscience of the owner.

The so-called "profiteer" in later generations is actually a "top merchant" to be precise. The amount of grain sold is so high that it is a commendatory term for businessmen with integrity, but after more than 1000 years, it has somehow become a derogatory term.

The year is not good this year, there is a severe drought in the north, and the Li family’s grain harvesting scale is also very loose. Often, a bucket of dendrobium is only filled with [-] to [-]% full, and the Song steward will stop it. They counted out.

The farmer accepted the copper coins with a look of embarrassment, and some stubborn farmers didn't like this kind of indirect charity, and stubbornly insisted on filling the bucket of dendrobium before weighing it, but Song Guanshi kicked him up and down, and then pointed his nose and scolded him Confused bastard, for the sake of self-esteem, he doesn't think about his wife and children at home.

The host family is very friendly, and they don't see the sharp class conflict between the legendary landlords and peasants at all. All they can see is to give each other benefits.

The students of the Pheasant School also squatted by the granary to watch how the Li family harvested grain, which was a compulsory requirement of Li Qinzai.

These students are either rich and wealthy or the Imperial College students. If there is no accident, most of them will become officials in a few years. Became a scourge.

Li Qinzai also squatted among the crowd, quietly watching the steward and the accountant collect the grain.

It wasn't until sunset that all the households' food had been brought into the Li family's granary, and they left gratefully with the money. Only then did Li Qinzai casually say to the students, "Have you understood everything?"

All the students nodded.

"This year is not good, and the farmers' income is very poor. They only sell grain for a few tens of cash, at most a hundred cash. To you, this little money may be just a meal with your friends in Chang'an City, but for you For them, it is the flower of the whole family for a year."

"Once they run out of money and food before next year's autumn harvest, they can only borrow, or dig wild vegetables, catch fish and hunt for a living. Look at them, and think about you, aren't you ashamed?"

The students didn't dare to say anything.

Li Sujie said softly: "Sir, this disciple is willing to donate two hundred guan as a gift to the farmers so that they won't go hungry."

As soon as this remark came out, the students responded one after another, one said to donate a hundred guan, and the other said to donate five hundred shi. Li Qinzai was very moved by the enthusiasm of the crowd, and then refused.

"What are you doing? Why are you holding a charity party? My farmer needs you to give alms?" Li Qinzai stared.

(End of this chapter)