The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Anyway, the Han people who come from outside are not good things! Good people don't stay in their hometown. Why do they come here? Don't they want to be blood sucking insects lying on us and do all kinds of evil far away!"

Jiang qianxia was stunned. She couldn't figure out why this man could suddenly burst out such a rogue theory that sounds completely illogical, but can make himself firmly believe in it?

"Be reasonable. Although most of the new Han Chinese come to do business in the southwest or Dianzhou, it's not good for you if businessmen travel across mountains and rivers to bring things in?"

The man's disdainful hum, nose up, a look of "I've seen through you", and a righteous retort.

"Aren't you just for money? You can't make money from us. Will you come?"

"That's interesting. How much money can you have? We're looking for rich supplies in the mountains, okay?"

"The mountain is our home. You animals come to our house to rob things. Of course, you are not a good man!"

Jiang qianxia looked at the sky blankly and tangled. Do you want to continue to talk with him about the king's land in the world? Although the southwest is where they live, all the products in the mountains don't belong to them at all?

This kind of place where I live belongs to me. Everything on this land belongs to our people who have lived here for generations. Outsiders come in and exchange reasonably, which is also a clear robbery! I'm sorry... I really owe it to you

"Master, don't be angry."

Boundless whispered, "it's no surprise that they have such stubborn, selfish and rude ideas since they haven't been out of the mountains all their life."

"So how important it is to popularize knowledge..."

Like all feudal dynasties, the right to education was all in the hands of a few dignitaries. Ordinary people sell iron for their sons to go to school. They just hope that one day they can go to high school and the carp will jump over the dragon's gate and honor their ancestors.

But in essence, learning is really an extremely luxurious consumption in this era, and the cycle is very long, and there may not be a return.

Of course, in addition to the objective factors that Daqian is not rich enough to promote basic education, perhaps the emperor, who is high above, doesn't want his people to be too smart

The policy of fooling the people is effective and can maintain the imperial power, but it is not easy to give Jiang qianxia to the pit.

Looking at the businessmen who believe that they are right, whether they are ridiculed by her or hard-working reasoning, they don't enter the oil and salt. They feel from their heart that none of them, even the Han people who left their hometown and came to the southwest, is a good man. Jiang qianxia only feels physically and mentally tired.

She can't wake up a person who pretends to sleep. In particular, this person doesn't feel like he's pretending to sleep

His mouth was dry and he tried his best to talk to the man about the cock crowing. At dawn, Jiang qianxia felt that his brain would not turn.

"... well, I won't explain to you what mutual benefit is or whether the things you earn on the mountain belong to you. Just tell me what your name is."

After theorizing all night, she really didn't know the name of the elm head.

"... my name is Monda. You woman, ask me my name. Do you have any shady bad ideas?"

"Oh, I'm going to find more storytellers to spread across the country. You're an obscene child, a murderous villain with disgusting means. I'll give you an ending that you were finally killed by a brave Han man, beheaded and rescued the people you bullied. What do you think?"

"I, I fought with you snake and scorpion heart poisonous woman!!!"

Looking at Mengda being put to the ground by boundless twos and threes, she could only scold her in local dialect for a mile. She was sad, angry and frightened like a little girl turned by more than a dozen big men... Jiang qianxia's unreasonable frustration all night was relieved.

He ordered boundless to knock him unconscious, tie him up and throw him into the house. Jiang qianxia rubbed his aching forehead and went to the hospital. He looked at Xiao Fei, who was wet with morning dew and smiled and depressed, and sighed.

"Do you think he's stupid, or are the people in Southwest China so easy to fool? I explained to him in detail and sincerely last night. Would it be better to make up some stories to deceive them?"

Xiao Fei grinned in the morning light, brighter than the orange sun.

"The merchant believes what madam said. If we use lies to deceive people for profit, we will be driven out of this land sooner or later, and we will be stabbed in the backbone, together with our ancestors for eight generations."

"This business is not cost-effective. How can we be businessmen do such a stupid thing?"

My heart is suddenly sour. Looking at Xiaofei with a broad smile, I think about the unscrupulous businessmen in later generations

Sure enough, the policy of fooling the people is also useful. At least, people who rarely think will have a single mind, but stick to some. In the view of later generations, it can be called the "bottom line" of virtue.

Jiang qianxia yawned and left. The ghost walked into the outer room alone, guarding Mengda who was stunned in a complex mood.

After three days, Mengda woke up with sore neck and dizziness. When he opened his eyes to see the ghost, his eyes suddenly burst into tears.

"Miao kunwazi, uncle is dead. Did you come to take uncle home?"

"Go, go, take uncle. Is the old clan leader in a hurry? Let's go now, go back to the stockade and go home!"

As soon as the ghost held back his tears for a long time, he also slid down his cheeks and pressed Monda back to bed. His concerned and confused eyes were like a lump in his throat. He couldn't speak out.

From the surprise of seeing his relatives for the first time, Monda looked at the rope tied on his body and the bright clothes on the ghost. His eyes dimmed. When he raised his eyes again, he was deeply angry and desperate.

"Miao Kun, you have no father or mother since childhood. The old patriarch raised you like a grandson. Who has a good meat in the whole village and won't keep one for you first?"

"Your mind is active and smart. You are a good hunter when you are young. You have also learned Mandarin. Everyone treats you as the current patriarch."

"But what about you!!!"

Mengda tried to raise his body, gathered in front of the ghost and shouted with a loud voice: "the whole people in the stockade are dead! Only our uncles and nephews survived with the blessing of our ancestors, but you turned around and worked for the Han people who killed our stockade!"

"Are you worthy of the old patriarch who died in peace, you beast!!!"

"I'm working for the Han people, but the master hasn't touched our relatives' blood. Don't blame everything on the master!"

Monda shed tears. The good man curled up into shrimps and bumped his head against the bed.

"You've been blindfolded, Miao Kun. You've been blindfolded by that vicious woman!"