I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 43 Indiscriminate cutting of leek and sickle
Two large gold coins.

Who is mean and who is noble?
Mrs. Vito shook her head, her lips pale.

she does not know.

Sitting at the desk, she is like a student who has made a mistake and is humbly listening to the teacher's teachings.

"You can't bear to earn the money of the poor, you only want to earn the money of the rich."

There was a sarcastic smile on Luden's face, and any point was engraved on Mrs. Vito's heart.

Once he becomes mean, even a sharp-tongued poisonous woman will hide her face and lose.

Luden threw a question lightly,
"Then let me ask you, dear Mrs. Vito, where do rich people get their money?"

Mrs. Vito knew that she had to answer Luden's question.

She tried to search for a few examples in her mind, and said whatever came to her mind,
"Every year, I hire people to plow the fields for me and raise some cattle and sheep."

"You can rent out the manor that you don't have the energy to take care of."

"You can drive a ship to transport goods for people."

She was born in a holy family, and the people she comes into contact with on a daily basis are also from the holy family.

Everyone makes money, and at worst it is like this.

Of course, most of the time, the Holy Family doesn't need to make money by themselves.

After Mrs. Vito finished speaking, Luden's counterattack hit like a shell,
"Where did the field come from, why did the manor belong to the rich, and did the boat appear out of thin air?"

Mrs. Vito felt that these questions were very strange, so she said naturally,

"This is passed down from the ancestors!"

When she was born, her family had fertile land, a manor, and a big ship.
Luden continued to press, "Then how did your ancestors obtain these?"

Mrs. Vito was taken aback again, her expression was a little unnatural now, and her confidence was not as strong as before.

"I don't know about it. Most of them rely on farming for others, managing the manor, running the boat, being hardworking and thrifty, smart and capable. We are the descendants of the saints."

When she said the last, even she didn't have the nerve to go on, her face was as red as an apple.

Luden laughed.

He pointed to the surroundings of the living room, which were full of books, all of which were records of the Holy See family by the Inquisition.

"The [-]-year history of Shenbang is here."

Luden's voice was still light and light, with that unique cynical tone, without anger, or even aggression.

He just stated a fact indifferently,

"The Holy Family, in its [-]-year history, has been condensed into two words, nothing more than cannibalism."

"You have earned the money of the poor for eight hundred years. When the real poor appear in front of you. Looking at the poor who have been eaten by you for eight hundred years, you tell me that you should not earn the money of the poor?"

Luden laughed, as if he heard a big joke,

"The lion who had a full meal is pitying the young rabbit, the crocodile with meat between its teeth is shedding tears, the stench revealed in your kindness almost overwhelms your beauty."

As she spoke, Mrs. Vito's eyes turned red.

She didn't know where she was wrong, let alone where Rudden's criticisms came from.

Mrs. Vito retorted aggrievedly,

"Am I born a sinner?"

When she was born, her family had fertile land, a manor, and a big boat. Could this be a sin?

Luden shook his head, casually said a piece of the sacred code,
"Before you are convicted, you are innocent."

Luden did not plan to discuss whether Mrs. Vito's family had original sin.

He doesn't need to discuss anything.

Facts always speak louder than words.

After a long life, Mrs. Vito will naturally realize how the Holy Family cannibalize people.

To be precise: how to eat people gracefully.

There is a trial place for heresy, and the Holy Family will still abide by the holy law.

Luden changed the subject to something lighter,
"Tell me about your experience this afternoon."

Mrs. Vito breathed a sigh of relief, and finally escaped from the previous high pressure, the crystals in the corners of her eyes disappeared, not only a slight smile appeared on her face, but her voice was even a little light.

It belongs to the old acting school.

"Originally, everything went according to my initial naive idea, until a group of people came to the door"

Mrs. Vito sighed and continued,
"They put together 100 carts of grain and wanted to come to trade. I didn't expect that my kindness would become a burden for them. Oh, by the way, that old farmer was also in the crowd..."

Luden corrected, "Rupez Williams."

Everyone has a name.

If you have a name, you should be remembered.

"Yes, Rupez Williams, he was in the crowd."

Mrs. Vito's eyes flashed the scene of the afternoon,
The old farmer stood in the crowd, his brows were furrowed into Sichuan characters, and his face was frowning. He was not as excited as he was in the morning.

He originally brought 5 bags of grain, but he was able to bring back 6 bags of grain.

Now I have found an intermediary and a guarantor, and with 5 bags of grain, I can only take back 5 and a half bags.

Even so, the old farmer is willing to do this deal!

Misso picked up for nothing, who doesn't want it!

It's just that he has been sighing and saying upside down, "Mr. Luden is a good man." "If it's still Mr. Luden, that's fine." And so on.

Mrs. Vito felt annoyed and amused.

Luden Y. Microgood was the closest thing to a demon she had ever seen.

Why do so many people always say that he is a good man?
Luden knocked on the table twice to let Mrs. Vito focus back.

"So, what should you take away from this?"

Mrs. Vito shook her head, she was very confused now.

Emotionally speaking, she is still unwilling to earn poor people's money.

But from a realistic point of view, her kindness has instead become a burden for the poor.

Lu Deng didn't hold back, and said bluntly,

"As long as you make money, you only need to cut leeks, that is, the strong cut leeks from the weak, it is indiscriminate cutting leeks, no one is treated equally, and all should be cut.

There is no precise sickle that cuts only the rich, and even if there is, it is ineffective.

Because, when I finish cutting the leeks of the rich, the rich who have suffered losses will raise the sickle to the poor and start a new round of cutting the leeks, and the losses will still be borne by the poor.”

Mrs. Vito doesn't quite understand cutting leeks.

She automatically replaced it with a vivid word: robbery.

Listening to Luden's words, Mrs. Vito asked puzzledly,
"Mr. Luden, I must admit your personal charm, but compared with the Holy Family, you are by no means strong."

How could the unarmed Luden rob the Holy Family?

Mrs. Vito couldn't figure it out.

Luden corrected,
"In the matter of poor information, I am strong, and that's enough."

On more in-depth topics, Luden did not chat with Mrs. Vito.

He propped his feet up on the table, making himself as comfortable as possible.

Mrs. Vito was tactful enough to know that the conversation was over.

Luden just raised his hand, wanting to massage his temple.

A pair of slender hands took the lead and massaged him just right, which was indescribably comfortable.

Mrs. Vito got up early and came behind Lu Deng.

In the big picture, Mrs. Vito may not be ready.

But when it comes to serving people, she is indeed a master.

While giving Luden a massage, Mrs. Vito asked softly,
"Next, what should we do?"

"Next step?"

With his eyes closed, Lu Deng lazily replied with a soft pillow on the back of his head,

"Sell food."

(End of this chapter)