Dajing actress officer

Chapter 167 It's just a passion to save the common people

Nan Gongxing, who returned to the mansion, stayed up all night, thinking of the little girl who stole her purse, maybe she can have a full meal tonight, or maybe she and her family will be able to eat enough in the future.

But what about spending the money?They seem to just keep starving, wait for the next person who will go there, keep stealing their money bags, and the cycle continues.

But what could she do?After thinking about it, I only thought of giving them money, but when I walked on the road today, the insensitivity on the faces of those people, the sense of hopelessness that has nothing to do with the world.

Etiquette and morality are for those who have no worries about food and clothing, not for those who have had enough suffering, but still want to hear people's great success there.

Sun Zhihou was also sleepless. He spent a lot of time in the barracks when he was young, and he only knew how many tents there were in the barracks, and how much food the soldiers had to eat every day, but he didn't know that outside the barracks, the peasants were struggling to make ends meet.

The so-called prosperous times also had their hot and cold days. The emperor was very happy. He always didn't like others to talk about the difficulties of the people. He only wanted to hear other people's flattery. This also caused no one in the court to tell the truth.

Even Chi Baiyuan also forgot his true heart, and his words were all flattery.Will he not know the suffering of the people?No, he knew it very well, but he kept it a secret.

He wanted to keep his official position. All the officials in the world thought about keeping their own official position. Nangong Su made a forerunner, but if he wasn't Nangongchang's son, he would have been deprived of his position and imprisoned.

This is the status quo of Jingguo, a status quo that if it cannot be changed, it is doomed to perish. What is needed is to change the emperor, but Nan Gongxing is thinking, is this really as simple as changing the emperor?

If it is really that simple, then why were they destroyed by Jing Guo in the Northern Wei Dynasty?She couldn't understand this question, but she knew what she had to do.

Shi Qi was by her side, she couldn't fall asleep even if the young lady didn't sleep, she just patted the young lady's chest blindly to lull her to sleep, in the end she couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep lying on the bedside.

Nangongxing opened her eyes and looked at Shiqi's face. She thought of the little girl she met in the afternoon. If she remembered correctly, Shiqi had a similar appearance when she first entered the mansion.

Even if she is a princess, but Xichu is dead, she still lives the same life as ordinary people.If there was no Nangong family, perhaps Shi Qi would not have such a stable life.

People are always afraid to step out of their comfort zone, especially Shi Qi has experienced what is suffering, so she knows that the Nangong family treats her well, so she chooses to be willful and give up returning to Xichu to be her princess.

Nan Gongxing carefully put her on the bed, and sat alone in front of the desk. After a long time, she picked up a pen and wrote a long letter, which was addressed to Huai Yunqian.

She has a lot to say, but after much deliberation, she just wants to tell Huai Yunqian, but now his life and death in Dingzhou are uncertain, so she can only write a letter to express her heart.

The letter was sent out quickly, but she fell asleep in front of the desk exhausted. When she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed with the quilt covering her tightly, lest she get a little cold.

Seventeen was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, and Nangong Xing's martial arts skills were getting higher and higher, which also put her under more pressure.She wanted to be by Nangong Xing's side in the future, so every day she got up early and practiced martial arts late into the night.

"Miss, are you hungry? Seventeen will bring you breakfast!" Seeing that Nangong Xing was in a bad mood, Seventeen hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring Nangong Xing's favorite snacks.

But Nangongxing didn't have any appetite looking at these, she thought of what Nangongsu said yesterday, the plate of snacks in front of her was enough for an ordinary family's expenses for a year.

Sometimes reincarnation is good, but it is really a technical job.

Shi Qi wanted to comfort Miss, but Sun Zhihou came before he could even open the door. He sat opposite Nangong Xing for a long time without saying a word, obviously yesterday had a great impact on him.

"Let's go, let's go find brother!" Nangongxing took Shiqi's hand, and when the three of them came to Nangongsu's courtyard, Nangongsu was not there, only Xu Yuying was sewing clothes there.

It was Nangong Su's torn clothes. Nangong Xing had seen Nangong Su learning needlework there before, but he didn't know that Nangong Su was trying to save fabric, and every time it was worn out, he sewed it up by himself.

"Hey, why didn't you go out with me?" Xu Yuying was also surprised to see them. Didn't she remember that today was the third round of the essay test?It stands to reason that they should go out to experience the people's situation.

Nangong Su left early in the morning after supervising her to eat breakfast. She thought Nangong Xing and the others were with her, and only then did she know that Nangong Su left alone.

Nangong Xing knew where Nangongsu had gone, she brought Sun Zhihou to the Mianyu shack, and before arriving here, she could smell the aroma of porridge from a distance.

She saw this porridge tent yesterday. At that time, she wanted to ask whose porridge tent opened here. As expected, it was Nangongsu who opened it. She asked the beggar beside him that the porridge tent here has been open for a long time.

The porridge is served in the morning every day, and the porridge is very thick. Some people drink it for at least a long time without being hungry, and some people are waiting for the porridge canopy to open at night. However, these years, the porridge canopy is only open in the morning and closed at night.

Over time, they all knew the master's habits, waiting here every morning, and they would receive one or two bowls of steaming thick porridge.

Nangongsu was accompanied by Shisan. Usually, the two of them were busy here. Sometimes, if Nangongsu was busy with business, Eighth would replace him. The past few years have been rain or shine.

"Hold it, next one!" Nangong Su shouted with a smile, just as he was about to pick up the spoon at the side, a jade hand suddenly grabbed it, and when he turned around, he saw Nangong Xing standing there biting his lip.

Nangong Su smiled slightly, and then called other people to drink the porridge. Nangong Xing scooped bowl after bowl until the three full buckets were scooped to the bottom, and the people who came to drink porridge dispersed.

"Why did you wake up so early today? Haven't you eaten breakfast yet?" Nangong Su was resting on the bluestone slab, and patted Nangong Xing's head.

In the past, perhaps Nangong Xing would not let Nangong Su touch her head because she has grown up, but today she has too many questions to ask.

"Why do you only serve porridge in the morning, and ignore it at noon and night?" Nangong Xing asked, and Nangong Su said with a smile: "If you take care of their three meals a day every day, who do you think will work hard?"

Nangong Xing was taken aback, if Nangongsu really gave three meals unconditionally, then these people would just wait for the porridge every day, and would not even think about finding other livelihoods.

He chose to only serve one meal because he wanted to give those dignified people a way, so that they could leave here with dignity every morning, and rely on their own abilities to earn a living.

Over the years, the number of people in the Xianyu shack has dropped from more than 500 to more than 500 today. Most of the able-bodied people finally found a way to survive and moved out of here.

Although new people move in every day, Nangongsu has not changed this tradition until everyone understands his thoughts, maybe they can cheer up and start over again?

"Goodness is not so easy to do. Blindly kindness will only make people more depraved. Only kindness with a bottom line is what we should do." Nangong Su taught Nangong Xing.

Nangongxing nodded obediently, and then Nangongsu smiled and waved his hands in the distance. A little girl walked over with her head down, holding the purse she stole yesterday.

"Xiaoya, didn't you say you want to return the money bag to this elder sister?" Nangong Su rubbed the little girl's head, the little girl had red eyes, and returned the money bag to Nangong Xing with both hands.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I just wanted to steal some money for my mother to see a doctor. She hasn't eaten for three days. The doctor said she will die if she doesn't see a doctor!" The little girl cried while talking.

Nan Gongxing took out a handkerchief and wiped her face with tenderness in her eyes: "My sister won't blame you, but, if I tell my sister what you want to do with the money in the future, my sister will definitely give it to you!"

The little girl blinked at Nangong Xing, Nangong Xing only thought she was cute, couldn't help touching her head, which made the little girl's pretty face blush.

Nan Gongxing took out ten taels of silver from the bag, but the little girl refused to accept it, and ran out with her bare feet: "Brother, sister, you are all good people, good people will be rewarded!"

I saw her running in one direction, and there was a shop there, with a few big characters written on it, no money for medical treatment.

Nan Gongxing took a closer look, and the person sitting inside was 21, who was also the manager of the family pharmacy.

The little girl ran to a woman with a medicine bowl beside her. It seemed that 21 had already treated her.

Sometimes people really don't ask too much. Thinking of this, Nangong Xing's pretty face was gentle.

"Let's go!" Nangongsu changed his gown, said hello to 21, and left. Their essay test was not over yet, and the time to rush to Taixue from here was about the same.

When the three of them arrived at Taixue, Huai Qingqiao and the others had already returned, all dressed in jewels, which made Nangong Xing frown.

Seeing the dusty look on Nangongsu and the others, Zhou Qingyuan smiled and stroked his beard.

Everyone sat in the Taixue and wrote memorials one after another. Originally, Nangong Xing didn't like writing memorials very much, but today, as if he was helped by a god, he wrote an eloquent article in one breath.

"It's time!" Xuezheng shouted loudly, and everyone stopped writing.

Let's start with Nanazuo, who wrote quite well, saying that the weapons of the Ministry of War are outdated and need to be maintained.

What Zhou Fengjing wrote made people laugh and cry, saying that there were too many troops in the southern border, and the strategy needed to be adjusted. Sun Zhihou suddenly rolled his eyes when he heard it.

Those other people wrote either in vain, or some insignificant things, such as suggestions that the capital should build more taverns, all of which were written.

It was Huai Qingqiao's turn, and he wrote about the mistakes in the etiquette of the Ministry of Rites. At first, he thought that his writing was sure, but Zhou Qingyuan was expressionless after reading it, and casually threw the memorial aside.

Zhou Qingyuan was waiting for a memorial that would tempt him, not the clichés that were always touted.

But it was too late to wait.

It wasn't until he began to read Sun Zhihou's article that his eyes suddenly lit up.

(End of this chapter)