"On the theory of personality, everyone is equal. Inspector Cai agreed after reading it!"
"Come and see, come and buy, there's a new version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!"
"Tatar Chief Nurhachi is actually a slave of Li Chengliang's family!"
"The Tatar leader has no regard for human relations, and the secrets of the pseudo-Golden Palace have been revealed."
"..."
Fei Chun and Fei Yu, two book boys, traveled around just to sell "Ehu Xunkan" to merchants.
Unfortunately, merchants are very mobile and serialization of novels is easy to be discontinued.
A merchant who bought the magazine two days ago and had not had time to leave immediately said to Chang Sui: "Hurry up and buy the second issue of "Xunkan"!"
Not long after, Chang Sui bought back the magazine and said to the merchant: "Sir, the price of "Xunkan" has been raised. The price has doubled, and the number of pages has decreased a lot."
The merchant actually laughed and said: "The price should indeed be raised. It was sold too cheap before. I'm afraid they will lose money and don't publish the second issue. Wouldn't there be no need to read the novel?"
"My lord is benevolent and righteous," Changsui said flatteringly.
The merchant turned directly to the end and slowly held the novel in his hands.
As I was reading, it suddenly disappeared, which made the merchant feel itchy and could only turn back to read other content.
"Wonderful!"
Suddenly, the merchant slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "This Tatar chief Nurhaci was actually a domestic slave of the Li family, and he seduced his own aunt!"
Pang Chunlai was an enemy of his country and his family, so he wrote an article to arrest the Tatars and commit suicide.
This issue of "Liaodong Lun" not only said that Nurhaci was Li Chengliang's domestic slave, exposed the heinous crimes committed by the Later Jin Dynasty in Liaodong, but also fabricated the palace scandals among the nobles of the Later Jin Dynasty.
The merchants read this article repeatedly and planned to collect it and take it back to Fujian to brag about it.
It was not until the end that the merchants began to read "The Theory of Position".
First I was horrified, then I felt it made sense, and then I was delighted.
He was born as a tenant farmer, and because his family owed rent, he was sold to the landlord to pay off the debt. He worked as a handyman for several years, and then went overseas to do business with the young master. At first, he was just an errand boy.
Relying on intelligence and hard work, climbing up step by step, and working hard for thirty years, I have reached my current position.
He also bought a family property and even married a lovely wife and concubine.
However, he is still a humble domestic slave!
This situation is very common. During the Jintan slave rebellion in the late Ming Dynasty, the leader Pan was a guard in the Beijing camp. Li Zicheng captured Beijing. Pan fled back to his hometown with his money, took a luxury car, and went to see the county magistrate with his servants, and had an affair in the county government hotel.
He arrived at his old master. He was severely beaten by his master and two of his teeth were knocked out. He then incited all the slaves in the county to rebel.
A guard in the Beijing camp, rich in money and many followers, was actually a domestic slave, and even the deed of sale was still in the hands of his master.
Such a domestic slave does not lack money or power, only status!
Well, there is still one thing missing, equality in personality.
The merchants read "The Theory of Gesture" repeatedly, even memorized it word for word, and then carefully put the magazine into 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 rare article, this Mr. Zhao Ziyue is really a strange man in the world. Next time I come to Hekou, I must go and ask for advice in person."
Suddenly, the merchant shouted: "Go and buy books quickly and bring back a hundred copies of "Ehu Xunkan"!"
On the dock.
"Buy a hundred copies?" Fei Chun thought he heard wrongly.
Chang Sui threw a piece of silver and said, "Here are two taels. Weigh it quickly. I have to rush back to see the master."
Fei Chun was confused the whole time. He didn't know why this person was so crazy. He thought that the price would have to increase in the next period, so that he could at least get his capital back.
The merchant received a hundred magazines and immediately regarded them as treasures.
In his situation, he belongs to a powerful slave. Among the powerful slaves, they will also form a peer club. Buy the magazine and let the members secretly publicize it. The more people know about "Personality Theory", the better!
…
Dingsheng Building.
Today's opera performance is finally over, and Chen Maosheng returns to the backstage to remove his makeup. He is a newly famous actor.
Maybe it’s because there are too many women playing, but even when she leaves the stage, her movements are still charming.
Before Chen Maosheng could sit down, a house slave came in and said with a smile: "Brother Mao, my master has invited me, so I must go there tonight."
"I understand." Chen Maosheng's face was expressionless, but his voice was charming.
The slave's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and then he felt a chill all over his body, and said hurriedly: "Then... then I'll be waiting outside, and the sedan chair has been prepared."
"Just go and wait."
The slave left, and Chen Mao sat there, not even wanting to take off his makeup, but just kept in a daze.
Cuckold and cuckold are all names for men from the same group.
The lowest among the lowest are usually required to wear a green headscarf and a red tie around their waist, so they can be recognized as soon as they go out.
Even in the late Ming Dynasty, the government was not so strict, but they still had to wear green turbans on many special occasions.
All the troupe friends around him went downstairs to eat, leaving Chen Maosheng alone.
He sighed secretly and continued to remove his makeup.
After removing my makeup, I still didn't want to move. I caught a glimpse of a book next to me and took it over to read. I didn't know who had left it.
As for the house slave, just wait patiently.
"Personal Theory"?
The good, the noble, the humble, are in their position; the good and the humble are equal, they are in their character!
Chen Mao stared at that line of words, unable to calm down for a long time.
Good and bad are equal!
Good and bad are equal!
Good and bad are equal!
A new issue of the magazine came out today, and Zhao Han came to the restaurant again to make friends with various religions.
At this moment, he was sitting at the counter reading a book, and suddenly a handsome young man came.
He looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he walks in an unruly manner. The water snake's waist twists unconsciously, moving its hips and chest up and down, and the whole person is like a python that has become a spirit.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhao Ziyue?" Chen Maosheng deliberately lowered his voice to make himself as strong as possible.
Zhao Han asked back: "Do you know me?"
Chen Maosheng said: "I often sing in restaurants, so I naturally recognize Mr."
"Oh, it turns out you are an opera singer." Zhao Han said with a smile.
This smile is sincere and without any discrimination, Chen Maosheng can feel it.
He hesitated again and again and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, can the good and the bad really be equal?"
Zhao Han explained: "In terms of personality, everyone is born equal. Of course, if this person does bad things and has bad conduct, then he is not equal. His personality is very despicable."
Chen Maosheng asked again: "I have never done any bad things, am I more noble 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 even worthy of carrying your shoes." Zhao Han said firmly.
Chen Maosheng suddenly laughed, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart. But he soon wondered: "But why do these despicable gentlemen have the money and power to abuse us?"
Zhao Han replied: "Some of their power and positions were inherited from their ancestors and were the blessings passed down by their ancestors. Some of them were earned by themselves. They did all the bad things and did not practice virtue, but they got benefits."
Chen Maosheng became more and more confused: "I do all bad things and have a despicable personality, but I can get benefits. I don't do bad things and have a noble personality, but I am bullied. How can this be true in the world?"
Zhao Han asked back: "The dynasty is full of beasts, occupying high positions, corrupt officials, and destroying the place. They also claim to be virtuous. Is it true that there are not many people in the world like this?"
Chen Maosheng immediately said angrily: "Then what's the use of your "Theory of Gestic Position"? Is it written to amuse us lowly people?"
"I am also a lowly householder, a refugee, and a domestic slave." Zhao Han said.
Chen Maosheng was stunned and asked in a low voice: "What can I do to make God open his eyes?"
Zhao Han said: "Your opera singer should be a Lehu, right? Why are Lehu born low? Even if your ancestors did something wrong, it has been two to three hundred years, more than ten generations, how can you still hold on to it? Don’t let go. Tell me, is this the truth?”
"That's the truth." Chen Maosheng nodded repeatedly.
Zhao Han also whispered: "Since this is the truth, it means that the court's rules are wrong, and the court must change the rules."
Chen Maosheng asked: "How can we get the court to change its rules?"
Zhao Han said with a smile: "If the court wants to change, it has already been changed. Even if the emperor agrees, the officials will not agree. If they agree, can they still bully you at will? They refuse to change the rules just to ride on others. The account is domineering and blessing!"
Chen Maosheng remained silent.
Zhao Han added: "Since the court will not change its 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 with a horrified expression.
Zhao Han smiled and said: "If you want to report it to the official, then go ahead. Anyway, I won't admit it. I am a child and you are an actor. It depends on who the official believes."
Although Chen Maosheng felt scared, he was also a little excited for no reason.
After 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 any questions, just come to me and tell me. You are a Lehu and I am a domestic slave. We should be brothers."
"Then I'll leave first."
Chen Maosheng clenched his fists and walked towards the door without twisting his waist.
The thought of spending the night with the bad old man made him sick to his stomach, and his mind was filled with what Zhao Han said.
"Brother Mao, please!" The servant stood guard beside the sedan chair.
Chen Maosheng returned to his normal style, walked lightly on lotus steps, slowly sat in the sedan chair, and said in a sweet voice: "Excuse me, please buy me a copy of "Ehu Xunjian"."