Ming Zuo

Chapter 697 Xing, the people suffer

There is no autumn in Songjiang Prefecture.

After a night of cold wind, the world immediately became desolate, and there was a trace of ashes everywhere.

In such weather, walking on the road is a kind of suffering.

Everyone who has nothing to do can't help speeding up their pace, just hoping to go home early.

There was only one woman walking slowly on the road.

Although her hands and feet were numb from the cold, she was only wearing a single shirt, and her fluffy hair hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time.

What is most important to her are the two cotton cloths in her arms.

In front of a cloth shop, the door is open, as if welcoming visitors from all over the world.

But looking at the open door, the woman's footsteps were very hesitant.

Moving forward step by step, there is eagerness in the eyes, but timidity under the feet.

The counter of the cloth shop was right at the door. The boss saw her, sighed softly, and greeted her from inside.

"Sister-in-law Ah Qing, is there something wrong?"

Obviously they knew each other and were familiar with each other.

The woman's body became even shorter.

"Shopkeeper Tong, there is still cloth here? Look at it, it's all hand-spun by Allah himself, the best cloth."

The shopkeeper seemed to have known her purpose for a long time.

"Sister-in-law Ah Qing, we are old friends, and we have taken care of you more in the past. But you also know that factory cloth is rampant now, and it is cheap and good. I will accept cloth like yours, but I can't sell it!"

When the woman heard this, her eyes dimmed involuntarily.

"Then...then...then...I won't disturb your business anymore."

Seeing the woman turned around to leave, the shopkeeper couldn't help but stamped his feet, and when he chased after her in two steps, he even took out two taels of silver from his pocket.

"Sister-in-law Ah Qing, I know that your life is difficult. Here are some scraps of silver, you take them first and wait until you get through this time."

But the woman didn't answer, and stepped back even more hastily.

"Ara has hands and feet, how can he be favored by others? Shopkeeper Tong, Ala is not a beggar, and Ala's cloth is the best cloth in Songjiang Prefecture. Do you know how to cut it?"

Seeing that she didn't accept it, the shopkeeper was so earnest.

"Sister-in-law Ah Qing, why do you hold on? You are such a good craftman, no matter which factory you go to, they will open the door to welcome you. No matter what, you won't be hungry!"

The woman just shook her head.

"Allah just can't figure it out, why is it that no one wants such a good cloth?"

She turned around and walked farther and farther away, her figure becoming more and more blurred in the cold wind.

"Allah's cloth is very good, you don't want it, because you don't know the goods. Allah's cloth, others can't get it if they want..."

The shopkeeper looked at each other from a distance, but didn't know what to do.

Looking back, looking at the dazzling array of cotton cloth in his shop, he could only sigh and shake his head.

The cloth from these factories is cheap and easy to sell, but why is it so unpleasant?

Mrs. Ah Qing's cloth did not sell after all.

When it was almost dark, she finally returned home with her frail body.

The small courtyard, which was originally quite bright, is now covered with dust due to neglect.

A doll with a big head and these bright, beautiful eyes was waiting for her to come back.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Mrs. Ah Qing sat down slowly, holding her child in her arms, all she could see were the yellow leaves falling from the sky.

"Hey, mommy will cook something delicious for you right away."

The child was really well-behaved, and when he heard that there was food, he stopped crying and making trouble.Snuggled in his mother's arms, and helped her tidy up her messy hair.

Mrs. Ah Qing was like a stone statue, except that she never stopped patting the child's hand.

tuk tuk

sell sugar porridge

Three catties of walnuts and four catties of shells

Nong eat Wuge meat

I still have a shell

Uncle Zhang

Come tomorrow morning...

In the small courtyard in the deep alley, the woman's murmur was soft and gentle, but it couldn't make any waves in the huge Songjiang Mansion.

The next day, the neighbor got up very early and went out to fetch water.

When I came back, I saw that the door of the small courtyard was still closed, and I couldn't help wondering.

Mrs. Ah Qing is the most industrious, how did she sleep so late this morning?
The neighbors were worried, so they went home and poured water, and then came back to beat the courtyard gate.

"Sister-in-law Aqing! Sister-in-law Aqing! You've been attacked? But you're sick? Do you want to call a doctor for you?"

There was no response from the yard, and the neighbors were even more worried, so they hurried to find their neighbors again.

Everyone worked together and finally knocked the door open.

The crowd rushed in and knocked open the door again, all of them stopped in their tracks.

In the indoor hall, two figures, one big and one small, poured into the cold wind and floated back and forth outside the door.

Mrs. Ah Qing died.

Hanged himself with a young child.

This was an ordinary woman, but her death turned into a flame.

Outside the Yamen of Songjiang Mansion, countless people came from all directions, and then they all fell to their knees.Although there was no sound, the horror of the dark clouds over the city made everyone feel that the rain was coming.

Inside the government office, Fang Yuegong walked out quickly after hearing the news, only to see that countless people had already surrounded the government office.

Many of them even wore sackcloth and filial piety, with a determination to die.

"You... what are you going to do?"

Suddenly someone among the people shouted.

"My parents and elders are the masters, burn down the factories, destroy the machines, and give me a way to live for the people of Songjiang!"

In a word, everyone should.

"My parents and elders, please be the masters, and give me a way to live for the people of Songjiang!"

The sound shook the sky, and the situation changed, causing Fang Yuegong to retreat three steps in a row.

He finally understood that something big was coming.

But from such a voice, he quickly grasped what he wanted.

"I am the blue sky for you, so I naturally want to make decisions for you. Today's public opinion is as strong as iron, and it is time to eliminate harm for the people. Please be safe and don't be impatient, and let me seek justice for you."

Fang Yuegong decided to make good use of this opportunity to achieve his goal.

Seeing that the magistrate is willing to be the master for everyone, many people cheered endlessly, and finally found the backbone.

They dispersed one after another and spread it around, just waiting to see how the matter would turn out.

Fang Yuegong returned to the government office and called local officials to discuss.

"Evil things like the textile factory have now caused public dissatisfaction, and many people have lost their families because of this. As local parents and officials, we should think of the common people, and we cannot let these evil things continue to harm us."

As soon as this remark came out, the officials present had different expressions.

My colleague Zheng Yongchun was a little worried.

"The people who set up the factories are all local squires. These people are deeply intertwined in the court, and they are afraid that if they pull one hair out, they will affect the whole body, and the consequences will be unpredictable."

Fang Yuegong uttered angrily, directly revealing the appearance.

"Who in the Xu family doesn't know that he and Shandong Zuo Ni are in-laws, and their wolf ambitions are clearly revealed. Now the people are furious about him, and it is just an opportunity to use the people's hearts to set things right."

Fang Yuegong's meaning was already obvious.

He intends to use the anger of the people to suppress these emerging forces.

Anyway, that's the opinion of the people.

Whether it's the Xu family or Shandong, if you really swear not to give up, you're going against the people of the world.

At that time, it will be morally untenable.

Li Wanxiang, the pusher, was not so optimistic.

"Nowadays in Songjiang, seven out of ten people rely on new-style factories for their livelihood. If your lord insists on banning them, you may press the gourd and set off the ladle!"

Fang Yuegong was stubborn.

"Since ancient times, reading and farming has been the way to run a family and live a life. Talking about profit and making money will only corrupt people's hearts. If you don't take this opportunity to reshape the atmosphere today, the world will be corrupted by the trend of profit-seeking in the future, leading to wild beasts and morality. This is the moment when the hearts of the people in the world are dying!"

(End of this chapter)