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  Chapter 70 069 [Green hat forget eight]

   "In the theory of status, everyone is equal, and Governor Cai agreed after reading it!"

   "Come and see, come and buy, "Legend of the Condor Heroes" has a new one!"

   "Nurhachi, the chieftain of the Tatars, is actually Li Chengliang's slave!"

   "The leader of the Tartars has no regard for human relations, and the secrets of the pseudo-gold palace are revealed."

   "..."

  Fei Chun and Fei Yu, two bookboys, are running around, just to sell "Eel Lake Weekly" to merchants.

  Unfortunately, merchants are too mobile, and the serialization of novels is prone to fragmentation.

  A merchant who bought a magazine two days ago and had not had time to leave immediately said to his long follower, "Hurry up and buy the second issue of "Xunkan"!"

   Not long after, Chang Sui bought the magazine back and said to the merchant, "Master, the price of "Xunkan" has been raised. The price has doubled, and the number of pages has decreased a lot."

  The merchant actually smiled and said: "It is true that the price should be raised. It was too cheap before. I am afraid that they will lose money and the second issue will not come out. Isn't the novel worth reading?"

   "Master is benevolent and righteous." The long follower said flatteringly.

  The merchant directly turned to the end, holding the novel and reading slowly.

   As I was reading it, it suddenly disappeared, which made the merchants feel itchy, so they could only turn back to read other content.

   "Wonderful!"

  Suddenly, the merchant slapped his thigh and praised: "This Tartar chief Nurhachi was born as Li's domestic slave, and he even seduced his aunt!"

  Pang Chunlai bears the hatred of the country and the family, and writes articles to catch the Tartars to death.

  This issue of "On Liaodong" not only said that Nurhachi was Li Chengliang's domestic slave, but also exposed the heinous crimes committed by the Later Jin in Liaodong, and fabricated the dirty things about the palace among the nobles of the Later Jin.

  Businessmen have watched this article repeatedly, planning to collect it and bring it back to Fujian to brag about it.

   It was not until the end that merchants began to read "Geographical Theory".

  First I was horrified, then justified, and then delighted.

  He was born as a tenant. Because his family owed rent, he was sold to the landlord to pay off the debt. After doing odd jobs for several years, and following the young master to do business at sea, he was just an errand runner at first.

   Relying on being smart and diligent, climbing up step by step, and working hard for thirty years, I have the current status.

  He also set up a family business, and even married a beautiful wife and concubine.

  However, he is still a lowly domestic slave!

   This kind of situation is very common. In the Jintan slave change in the late Ming Dynasty, the leader Pan was a garrison in the Beijing camp. When Li Zicheng captured Beijing, Pan fled back to his hometown with money, took a luxury car and servants to visit the county magistrate, and met his old master outside the county government hotel. He was severely beaten by his master, knocking out two teeth, and turned around and incited all the slaves in the county to rebel.

  A Beijing camp garrison, with rich money and many followers, was born as a domestic slave, and even the contract of sale is still in the hands of the master.

  A domestic slave like this doesn’t lack money or power, only status!

  Well, there is still one thing missing, equality in personality.

  Businessmen read "Gate Theory" repeatedly, and even memorized it word by word, and then carefully put the magazine in their arms.

  After covering it in his arms for a while, he took out the magazine again, stroked the cover and said to himself: "A wonderful article in the world, this Mr. Zhao Ziyue is really a strange man in the world. Next time you come to Hekou, you must go and ask for advice in person."

  Suddenly, the merchant shouted: "Hurry up and buy books, and buy a hundred copies of "Ehu Xun Magazine"!"

  On the pier.

   "Buy a hundred copies?" Fei Chun thought he heard it wrong.

  Chang Sui threw a silver coin: "This is two taels, weigh it quickly, I have to go back to see the master."

  Fei Chun was in a daze the whole time, not knowing why this person was crazy, thinking that the next issue would have to increase the price, at least to get back the cost.

  Businessmen received a hundred magazines, and immediately regarded them as treasures.

  His situation belongs to Haonu, and between Haonu and Haonu, Tongren Club will also be formed. Buy the magazine back and let the members secretly publicize that the more people know about "Gate Theory", the better!

  …

  Dingsheng Building.

   Today's opera performance is finally over, Chen Maosheng returns to the backstage to remove his makeup, he is a newly popular female role.

  Maybe it's because she plays too many women, even if she leaves the stage, her gestures are charming.

   Before Chen Maosheng could sit still, a slave came in and said with an apologetic smile: "Brother Mao, my master has invited me, so I must go tonight."

   "I see." Chen Maosheng was expressionless, but his voice was charming.

  The servant’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and then he felt a chill all over his body, and hurriedly said, “Then…then I’ll wait outside, and I’ve prepared the sedan chair.”

   "Go and wait."

  The house slave left, and Chen Maosheng sat there, not even wanting to take off his make-up, but kept in a daze.

  Green hats, shrinking turtles, are all names for the same group-men of happy background.

  The lowly ones must usually wear a green headscarf and red shoulders around their waists, so they can be recognized as soon as they go out.

   Even at the end of Ming Dynasty, the government was not so strict, but on many special occasions, they still had to wear green headscarves.

  All the troupe partners around him went downstairs to eat, leaving Chen Maosheng sitting alone.

  He sighed secretly, and continued to remove makeup.

  After removing makeup, I still don't want to move. I caught a glimpse of a book next to me and picked it up to read, but I didn't know who left it.

   As for the house slave, just wait slowly.

   "Gate Theory"?

  Good, honorable and humble, in its position; good and humble, equal, in its character!

  Chen Mao stared at that line of words, unable to calm down for a long time.

  Equality between good and bad!

  Equality between good and bad!

  Equality between good and bad!

   Today, the magazine released a new issue, and Zhao Han came to the restaurant again, and by the way, made acquaintances with all kinds of scholars.

  At this moment, he was sitting at the counter reading a book, when suddenly a handsome young man came.

  Looks like he's only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he walks like he's not serious. The water snake's waist unconsciously twisted, driving the hips and chest up and down, and the whole person was like a boa constrictor becoming refined.

   "Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhao Ziyue?" Chen Maosheng deliberately suppressed his voice, trying to make himself as strong as possible.

  Zhao Han asked back: "You know me?"

  Chen Maosheng said: "I often sing operas in restaurants, so naturally I know Mr."

   "Oh, so you are an opera singer." Zhao Han laughed.

  This smile is very sincere, without any discrimination, Chen Maosheng can feel it.

  He hesitated again and again, and couldn't help asking: "Sir, can good and bad really be equal?"

  Zhao Han explained: "In terms of personality, all people are born equal. Of course, if this person does bad things and behaves badly, then he is not equal, and his personality is very despicable."

  Chen Maosheng asked again: "I haven't done any bad things, am I more honorable than the gentlemen who have done all the bad things?"

   "Yes, in terms of personality, you are more noble than them, and they are not worthy of carrying your shoes." Zhao Han said firmly.

   Chen Maosheng suddenly laughed, happy from the bottom of his heart. But he soon wondered again: "But why, these despicable masters have the money and the right to abuse us?"

   Zhao Han replied: "Some of their powers and positions are inherited from their ancestors, and they are blessings handed down from their ancestors. Some are earned by themselves. They have done all the bad things, and they have not cultivated virtues, but they have gained benefits."

  Chen Maosheng became more and more puzzled: "I do all kinds of bad things, and I have a low personality, but I can get benefits. I don't do bad things, and I have a noble personality, but I am bullied. How can there be such a reason in the world?"

  Zhao Han asked rhetorically: "The beasts of the Manchu Dynasty occupy high positions. Corrupt officials corrupt officials and harm local people. They also claim to be virtuous. How can there be such a reason in the world?"

  Chen Maosheng suddenly said angrily: "Then what's the use of your "Gateway Theory"? Is it written to amuse us scumbags?"

   "I am also a lowly family, I am a refugee, and I am a domestic slave." Zhao Han said.

  Chen Maosheng was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Then what can I do to make God open his eyes?"

Zhao Han said: "Your singer should be Lehu, right? Why is Lehu born low? Even if your ancestors did something wrong, it's been two to three hundred years, more than ten generations, how can you still hold them?" Don’t let it go. Tell me, is this the truth?”

   "That's the reason." Chen Maosheng nodded repeatedly.

  Zhao Han also said in a low voice: "Since this is the truth, then the court's rules are wrong, and the court should change the rules."

  Chen Maosheng asked: "How can the court change the rules?"

Zhao Han said with a smile: "If the imperial court wants to change, it has already been changed. Even the emperor agreed, and the officials did not agree. If they agreed, can they still bully you at will? They refuse to change the rules, just to ride on the cheap Domineering on the account!"

  Chen Maosheng remained silent.

  Zhao Han said again: "Since the court does not change the rules, if you want to avoid being bullied, you can only build a new court."

  Chen Maosheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Han in horror.

  Zhao Han smiled and said: "If you want to report to the official, then go, anyway, I don't admit it. I am a boy, you are an actor, let's see who the official believes."

  Although Chen Maosheng felt scared, he was a little excited for no reason.

  Thinking about it, Chen Maosheng asked: "Mr. Zhao, can I still talk to you in the future?"

  Zhao Han nodded and said: "I come to the restaurant three days a month. If you have anything to say, feel free to come and talk to me. You are a Lehu, and I am a house slave. We should be brothers."

   "Then I'll go first."

  Chen Maosheng squeezed his fist and walked towards the door, the water snake no longer twisted its waist.

  When he thought of spending the night with the old man, he vomited with nausea, his mind was full of what Zhao Han said.

   "Brother Mao, please!" The servant stood by the sedan chair.

  Chen Maosheng resumed his style, walked lightly with lotus steps, slowly sat in the sedan chair, and said sweetly: "Please, please help me buy a copy of "Ehu Xun Magazine."

  (end of this chapter)