Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1385 Education
Hao Yuan smiled: "Except for one Nanxiawa, there are thousands of poor people in the world, how can there be so many lucky stars." He put the big bowl on the table, "I still have some income now, and I can eat enough for one person. I still have some savings, so I can help everyone a little bit. I saved your father’s life and helped many people here. But after getting out of this Nanxiawa, I don’t know how many Nanxiawa and how many poor people there are. How about more people doing good deeds?"

"Our poor family encounters a big problem, what else can we expect except for kindness?" The girl sighed helplessly, "It's a good life to have a noble person like you to save you. If the life is not good, what should I do?" That’s how it is: a life is gone.” She said, wiping her eyes, “I used to have an older brother, who hurt me. He went to a carpentry shop as an apprentice three years ago. , I ran to the city and talked to him at the door of the store, but I brought it back that night: I said I was going out to deliver goods to the store, and the fever on the road disappeared. , You can come back to life just by blowing into your nose, Biwensan only costs four cents, but he doesn’t even have four cents!"

At this point, she was already in tears, and Hao Yuan patted her head silently.

She wiped her tears: "Mr. Hao, this kind of thing is nothing in Nanxiawa. You can't even hear a dead person. Take a reed mat and bury it in the cemetery behind. It's over. I just don't know today. Why did I think of him again—do you know how many people have died here since you came here, and how many people have been taken away from people’s teeth?”

Hao Yuan nodded: "So you say I'm a lucky star—" He took out a handkerchief and handed it to the girl, "Wipe your tears, you're a big girl, she still wipes her tears and nose on her sleeves."

The girl took the handkerchief and glanced at him quietly: "I knew you were born as a young master... look down on me, a poor girl."

Hao Yuan smiled: "Don't say that again." His face became very serious: "I'm not some young master. I didn't come here to be a noble or kind person."

The girl's bright eyes flickered, seemingly puzzled.After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

Hao Yuan avoided answering, his face was dignified and cheerful.The girl was a little confused, but suddenly she clapped her hands and smiled, "I see, Mr. Hao, you came here to help the poor."

Hao Yuan smiled and nodded: "Tell me, why are the poor so poor?"

"Bad life—I didn't vote for a good family."

"So those rich people are lucky?"

"Then tell me, why are their lives so good?"

"Because...because..." The girl couldn't figure it out, "The master in the temple said it was due to good deeds."

"But look at those rich people, how many have accumulated good deeds?" Hao Yuan asked, "Even if there are a few rich people, is it more or less?"

"Sir—" the girl hesitated and said, "but the master in the temple also said that the merits of previous lives are also very important."

"In the previous life, I accumulated good deeds, but in this life I did evil? This is too weird."

The girl couldn't speak anymore, her eyes became a little confused.

"Then why do you say that is?"

"Because this world belongs to their rich people, not to our poor people." Hao Yuan said, "Your father goes out to do small business with a burden every day, and the Shuigen family next door does part-time work for others... Grain, vegetables, silk, satin and cotton cloth, house utensils, those are not made by the blood and sweat of our common people? Your family makes dumplings and boiled lotus root noodles every day, but you can’t afford me a bowl of lotus root noodles - we have worked so hard Where did the hard work go?"

The girl was a little confused - she had never thought about this, she only thought that her family was poor, but she hadn't thought about why she was so poor.

Hao Yuan went on to say: "Because this world belongs to them, they can take away what we have worked so hard to make with a single word."

"Isn't this world owned by Emperor Zhu?"

"Emperor Zhu also snatched the world from the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. He was just a poor monk. When there was a famine, he had to go to the Huazhai to beg for food so as not to starve to death." Hao Yuan said, "Do you think his life is good or bad? Why did an originally Can a person who is about to starve to death become emperor in the end?"

"Hmm..." This truth is really hard for a teenage girl to understand.But it was as if a ray of light had suddenly been projected into her heart that had been shrouded in darkness, instantly illuminating something.

Hao Yuan said firmly: "So there is no 'fate' in this world. Even if there is, we can change it."

"Really?" The girl's face showed both suspicion and excitement.

"That's right, since I feel that God's fate is unfair," Hao Yuan said, "I can only change it by myself."

"How to change, how to change?" The girl asked, "Sir, you must be able to change your fate. I have long wanted to change my own life—or change my parents' fate. No need Can eat fish and meat, silk and satin, at least eat a few meals of fine grains, and have a few decent clothes to wear."

Hao Yuan was amused by her words: "I'm not a fortune-teller, how can I change my fate? Even those who say they can change their fortunes are also liars - they don't know the truth of the truth, they can only play a little bit of magic tricks. Go away It's not right."

The girl was confused: "Then what is the truth?"

Hao Yuan stopped talking and asked, "You want to know?"

"miss you!"

"Have you ever read a book?"

"Of course not..." The girl shook her head.

"If you want to understand the Tao, you must first be able to read. Otherwise, you will be blind, and the rich will bully you." Hao Yuan said, "I teach children to read every night here, so you can come too." He looked Looking at the oil lamp, "It's getting late, you should go back to bed too. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"Okay!" The girl stood up in response, and said, "Mr. Hao, don't blame me for talking too much. There are two people here today. They don't look like good people. One has scars all over his face. He looks like a gangster."

Hao Yuan nodded: "They are indeed not good people. But their badness hasn't reached the root yet..."

"If the bandits Jiangyang murdered and set fire, why haven't they got to the root of it?"

"Jiangyang Bandit, he kills and sets fire to get money. But his power alone or a few people is always limited. What can be destroyed is nothing more than destroying the lives of a few people and taking some property for his own benefit. But once the news leaks, To be caught by the government, or to be intercepted by Tuan Yong during a robbery, is inevitable to be a death. Those who lick blood with the blade of a knife come out to mess around, no matter how good or bad they are, they will end up bad in the end.

"The real treacherous and evil people are all decent people who are usually called lords. If there is a famine, they will give out money and rice to help the public-but they make bad things. How many families have been ruined, and they don’t know that he caused the destruction—not to mention, he robs the people of everything, and gives some leftovers to them, and the people are grateful. It’s really killing people and destroying them invisible ah."

"Ah, there are such bad people?!" The girl said angrily, and then became worried again, "Isn't it true that no one can do anything to them?"

"That's right, because this world is their world, and we ordinary people are deceived by them, so we can't see clearly who the real bad guys are, and we regard the gangsters as heinous bad guys." Hao Yuan said, "But as long as the more and more The more people see their faces, they will no longer be able to deceive and bully people like this. Not only that, but we have to take back what belongs to us—”

When Hao Yuan said this, he felt that he had talked too much. After all, the other party was only a girl, so he might not be able to fully understand what he was saying. If he taught too much at once, he might suffer from indigestion.

"I understand." The girl said, "If you want to change everyone's poor lives, you must first understand the truth of the Dao. Once you know the truth of the Dao, those bad guys can no longer lie to us."

"Yes, you are really smart." Hao Yuan smiled and nodded, "Go back to sleep."

"Uncle Hao, you have to be careful..."

"It doesn't matter." Hao Yuan said, "I am here, with everyone, and I am not afraid of anyone."

After sending the girl away, Hao Yuan checked the straw curtain on the Mingwa again, and adjusted the straw curtain that was used as the door, and pressed bricks and stones on the corners to prevent the light from leaking out as much as possible.

After finishing all this, he picked out the wick of the oil lamp, added two more wicks, sat in front of the wooden board that served as a desk, spread out a few thin white papers, and began to draft a post.He also took a tattered timebook and a half-smeared window lesson paper and put them beside him.

If someone came in suddenly, he would only see a poor scholar who was studying hard.

Hao Yuan was grinding the ink while thinking about the content of the post.This is to expose Zhao Yingong's collusion with the government to manipulate the price of silk.He has been thinking for several days how to write it in a way that is easy to understand and can be expressed in the fewest words.

Exposing posts requires a lot of printing, and the writing is too long and complicated, and it takes too long to be rigid-time is tight.

Hao Yuan wrote on the thin paper while thinking. His handwriting is the most common face font. The calligraphy is not beautiful, but the writing is very powerful.

After writing the post, he redacted it and copied it again. After the ink was dry, he carefully packed the manuscript into a bamboo tube and stuffed it into a hole in the corner of the wall.Then he took out another letter from Qiwei Minxin Bureau today, took out the letter paper inside, and carefully baked it on the lamp.

Under the baking of the flames, brown writing gradually emerged on the blank space on the letter paper.Hao Yuan read it carefully several times, put the letter and the draft of the post on the lamp and lit them, watching them burn away.

After doing all this, he washed his hands, poured himself a bowl of cold boiled water, sat at the table, took a bite of the multigrain cake, and ate it with cold water.

(End of this chapter)