I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 192 All actors!

On the open space in front of the thatched shed, ten large mahogany boxes were lined up in two rows, and the inside was shining with silver.

A full 1 taels of silver!

Dazzling eyes!

Everyone's sights converged there involuntarily, and some couldn't move their eyes away.I couldn't even breathe urgently.When in this life have I seen so much money!

Since two days ago, someone has been secretly spreading this news.Speaking of the severe drought on Jinghu North Road, His Highness the King of Chu wanted to set up a monument of merit and virtue to donate money to the people affected by the disaster.

I didn't expect it to be true

However, it's not over yet.

Another middle-aged man with a big belly came up. After standing still with his big belly, he bowed his hands to the surroundings and said with a smile: "I am not talented. I will be the shopkeeper of Wangjing Tower. I heard that there was a severe drought on Jingbei Road, and the King of Chu His Highness has sold all the iron, and even sold his favorite jade wrench finger to Dian!

Raise money to buy food for the people affected by the disaster, and want to set up a shed to give porridge!
Very good move!However, we really don't want Your Highness to shoulder all the burdens alone.

Therefore, Wangjing Tower donated 5000 taels of silver to help His Highness! "

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand with the same pride.

Another ten black-clothed men brought up another five large mahogany boxes, and raised the lid again.

Another 5000 taels!

Everyone is a little numb...

These days, is silver so worthless?

Is there any more?
I saw that the great Confucian Xue Qingzhi walked down from the high platform and also came to the open space in front of the thatched shed, and bowed to everyone: "Everyone, I am old and incompetent, and I also sincerely admire the kind deeds of His Royal Highness the King of Chu!
What's ashamed is that the old man has nothing in his sleeves, his family is destitute, and he doesn't have much money!

However, although I don't have much money, I have a lot of books at home.For this reason, the old man wants to donate some books to support His Highness's move! "

Whoa!
Everyone was surprised, this is the famous Mr. Qingzhi!

His collection of books must be good.

Even great Confucian scholars have taken the lead in donating books, which proves that the drought on Jinghu North Road is already dying.

However, with his move, the other three great Confucians who were kept in the dark were defeated.

Ever since, the other three great Confucian scholars stood up and responded in no particular order, donating money and materials.

This time, the atmosphere was completely lifted.A group of literati and students below were also clamoring, clamoring in disorder, wanting to donate money and materials.

At this time, the king of Chu quickly took out the scallion hidden in his sleeve, and smeared the scallion on the corner of his eyes cruelly under the guise of wiping his tears.

hiss!
so spicy!

When he was stung, he gasped, and immediately burst into tears, and his eyes were red.Then, with tears in his eyes, he took two steps forward, raised his hand and pressed down, motioning for everyone to be quiet, and said with some sobs: "This king is not talented, and I will be added as a comfort envoy on Jingbei Road. He has suddenly reached a high position at a young age, but his talent is not good enough." , not worthy of his place!

However, thanks to the blessings of the sky in the past few years, Jinghu North Road has always been in good weather.

But this year, a sudden drought hit the entire Jinghu North Road.The king emptied the treasury of Jiangling and vigorously built various anti-drought measures.

However, when manpower is exhausted, it is difficult for the mighty power of heaven to deal with it!
Lonely strength failed to catch up, resulting in ravages of drought, the displacement of the people, the separation of wives and children, and the destruction of families! "

While he was crying, Ruyi brought seven or eight ragged children from behind.They are not only ragged, but also skinny.

On the skinny head, a pair of sunken eye sockets, the hair is also thin and yellow, and the limbs are as thin as sticks.

It is inexplicably sad.

They are all raised by their parents, why should they be tortured like this?
They stood very cowardly on the stage, all bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

With their appearance, they are not actors at first glance.It is the real disaster-stricken people.

This time, the atmosphere is in place.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu stood behind these children with tears streaming down his face. From time to time, he raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and said with a sob: "This matter is the fault of one person, and you should not bear it together! I am here alone, thank you all for your support." Give generously!
There was a shopkeeper just now, who said that Gu is just selling iron, and he also wants to buy grain for porridge!
Ask yourself alone, you can't do this!However, there are many famous calligraphy and paintings in the mansion; there are also some bottles and cans and the like.It's in a nearby shop.

If so, if there is any Brother Wen who is interested in it, no matter how much money there is, just take it! "

"His Highness Gao Yi!"

"Your Highness understands righteousness so well, how can we scholars be willing to fall behind those merchants!"

"Yes! You can't let those merchants be pre-eminent!"

The literati and students below were all outraged, and they were bound to donate money and materials to the people affected by the disaster.

A good opening ceremony of the literary fair was abruptly turned into a charity sale by King Chu and Guo Yi...

First, set those merchants as enemies, as a focus of fire, so that the muzzles of these literati are unanimous, so as to improve the cohesion of everyone.

Later, those merchants were asked to donate money and materials.Be an actor and drive the atmosphere.

Finally, the atmosphere is in place.Those literati and students all squeezed into the shops on the side of the road at the same time.

What imprinted in the eyes were more than a dozen rows of tall shelves, which were filled with various kinds of porcelain.

And these porcelains, without exception, are all colored porcelain.There are flowers, birds, insects and fish painted on it, as well as some mountains and rivers.

"Hey! This wine bottle is pretty good!" Between the faintly distant mountains, there is a peach tree in full bloom, and a person is lying on a rocking chair under the tree, very leisurely.

"Hey! There is actually a poem: Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple.

The Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees and picked flower branches for wine money.

If you are sober, you only sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you have to sleep under the flowers.

Before and after flowers, day after day, drunk and sober year after year.

I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses, but I hope to die of old age in the flower wine room.

Well!good poem!good poem!I want this bottle!What, two pennies?
nah!Keep the change, please! "

After finishing speaking, he hugged the wine bottle tightly in his arms and hurriedly took out the money.

"Hey! This vase is not bad either!" A big river runs through the mountains, and a red sun on top is reflected in the river. There is a small boat in the river, and the fisherman leans on it.

"Hey! There is also a poem about this: Rolling waters of the Yangtze River to the east... A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet again. So many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed and talked about.

good poem!good poem!I want this too!What?Or twice?

nah!Na na!Keep the change, please! "

A group of literati and students all shuttled among these wooden shelves, looking for something they wanted.And I heard that those poets are all good poems.

Ever since, more eager.

"Hahaha! I found one too! Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was drooping. I slept heavily and couldn't get rid of the residual wine. I tried the man with the curtain, but the begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin! Good words! What a song like Dream order!"

suddenly,

A pipa string is lifted, zheng!

Zheng...!There was another sound, and after that, they joined together in a soothing and loose manner.

Everyone's movements stopped abruptly, as if they had been cast with a holding spell, they stood there blankly.

(End of this chapter)