The reason why little people are little people is precisely because of their environment.
What little people see, hear, and come into contact with every day are all trivial matters, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, the family in the east has a family, the family in the west has a family short, whose toad has four eyes.
Little people are both comfortable and sad.
What is comfortable is that if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with him, and the big shots will bear it.
Sadly, when the sky fell, the big man held up the bones of the little man.
Chu Qing still thinks that he is a little person, but now he is exposed to things that big people should worry about every day.
Tax affairs in the world, refugees, the Li family, the treatment of generals and soldiers, etc.
Open your eyes, these are the things.
Close your eyes, it's still the same thing.
Trouble came one after another, one thing after another. After Chu Qing returned to the house, he forced himself to sit in front of the desk and write down what he should do and what he should get involved in, and what he should stay away from and what he should not.
What you should think about, write it down.
After it was written, Chu Qing was satisfied.
You should make money and improve your material life.
He should get involved in the Li family's affairs. If he doesn't get involved, the Li family won't fall. If he doesn't, he will fall, and the Chu family will fall.
You should not look at the refugees. No matter how miserable the refugees are, it has nothing to do with you.
In Qu Mansion, the refugees died in their own eyes. It was related to them and they should be taken care of.
Outside the city, the refugees are far away and have nothing to do with you, so you should not care about them.
The affairs of the generals should be kept at a respectful distance. Whether the people respect the military is a matter for the emperor and the ministers to consider. How the soldiers of Dachang are treated has nothing to do with him.
Satisfied, Chu Qing gathered together the things that should not be involved and put them on the candle, burning them and turning them into ashes, as if this made him feel at ease and he would not think about them anymore.
Fu San opened the door happily.
"Master, let's go to the south of the city to find the refugees."
Chu Qing pointed to the door: "Please step away from this angular room for me, thank you."
I had just stopped thinking about the homeless people in the south of the city, but Fu San brought it up when he came in.
Fu San didn't understand what he meant, and said cheerfully: "Guan Guan Bao said, one hundred and twenty coins, as long as one hundred and twenty coins, you can buy a slave and take it to the house to take care of food and accommodation."
Chu Qing stared at Fu San and said in a complicated tone: "One life, one hundred and twenty coins, don't you think there is a problem?"
Fu San was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Is it expensive?"
Chu Qing sighed and said nothing.
Fu San: "Still cheap?"
"It's cheap." Chu Qing shook his head: "It's cheap. It's as cheap as grass and mustard. It's as cheap as life. It's like dust. It's worthless."
Even though Chu Qing can now pat his chest and shout "I am a good man from Dachang", he still cannot accept this kind of thing.
It's not about money, it's about business. It's not that this thing is wrong, it's that the world is wrong.
For more than a hundred coins, when you buy a person, you don't ask him to do anything, but to make him a slave for a lifetime, a servant for a lifetime, a slave who serves the master for a lifetime, and is ruined and killed at will. This kind of
Something is wrong!
Even those capitalists in later generations who suck human flesh and blood will pay you at most two to three hundred yuan a day to buy you eight or nine hours to work as a cow or horse. For more sinister ones, twelve or three hours is as high as the sky. Who can say that?
If you spend a hundred and eighty yuan to buy a person for life, this bastard will be shot immediately.
But in the Dachang Dynasty and in ancient times, this kind of thing had become the norm.
"My hometown was hit by a disaster. The house was gone and the land was gone. I was begging all the way, eating tree roots, grabbing turf, and drinking rainwater..."
Chu Qing raised his head, looked at Fu San, and shook his head: "Come to the capital, come to the most prosperous capital, come to the most prosperous city with the emperor, ministers, and the most scholars in the Dachang Dynasty, just for...
Sold yourself?"
Fu San finally noticed something was wrong with Chu Qing and said cautiously, "But the refugees have to live."
After looking at Chu Qing's face, Fu San said unintentionally: "If you don't give up, buy all the refugees into your mansion and treat them better. Our Chu mansion will treat them better."
Chu Qing opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Fu San poured a cup of tea for Chu Qing: "Maybe you can raise some money, buy some rice, and go to the south of the city to distribute it to the refugees."
Chu Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face was burning and hurting.
Fu San said to himself: "By the way, Master, aren't you on duty at the Ministry of Household Affairs? You can talk to Wei Shangshu and allocate some money and food."
"I…"
Fu San admitted the truth and began to come up with ideas: "Why don't you talk to His Highness King Langya and ask him to tell the emperor to help the refugees? Master, you are kind-hearted. I know that you can do these things.
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Chu Qing's eyes averted, he lowered his head, and waved weakly: "Go and do your work, I'll stay by myself for a while."
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"You should go out first, I'm tired."
"okay."
Fu San left, closed the door, and walked out. He didn't know why Chu Qing's eyes were full of defeat.
Chu Qing's face was very red, very hot, and burning.
Fu San's unintentional words made him suddenly realize that he was ridiculous, so ridiculous that it was shameful.
Yes, I opened and closed my mouth and cursed all the high-ranking officials in Beijing. I sat in a warm room, holding tea, and cursed the injustice of the world...
But what did he do?
The rich man used his meager money to buy slaves and a lifetime of being a refugee, while he stood by and scolded, looked down upon, and felt unfair.
Then, then, it was gone.
What did he do again?
At least those high-ranking officials used their money to find shelter for the refugees, gave them half a bag of rice, and did not let them starve to death or freeze to death.
As for him, Chu Qing, he just cursed, shouted, said injustice, expressed contempt, stood aside, aloof, and still did nothing.
That night, Chu Qing couldn't sleep for a long time. He fell asleep, woke up again, woke up, fell asleep again, and fell asleep again. A man appeared in his dream, holding his arms and laughing and cursing. That man was none other than Chu Qing himself.
Like a nightmare, the "self" who laughed at Chu Qing lingered in the dream, shouting loudly.
I want to live my life again just to experience the rice bug...
The Minister of Revenue values you just so that you can make friends with the big men in the court and serve as your backers...
As the son of Chu Wensheng, a fierce general in the army who would rather annoy the emperor than rescue the victims, the most correct thing you can do is to tuck your tail between your legs and act like a human...
Tighten your tail, be a licking dog humbly, make friends with a few big guys, and be a rice bug. Be a rice bug that doesn't matter whether you are in the world or not!!!
The figure of "myself" screamed and cursed in the dream, becoming increasingly hideous.
Chu Qing woke up from his dream. The sky was dark outside and everything was silent.
Cold sweat soaked my chest.
Chu Qing panted heavily and sat blankly on the edge of the bed.
Until daybreak, Chu Qing stood up with difficulty, came to the desk, picked up his pen, and started writing again, stroke by stroke, neatly.
Get rid of the Li family!
Help the refugees!
Check all the taxes and debits in the world!
From now on, be sure to sleep soundly every night!
Four things, you must do these four things before you die!
Chu Qing smiled, and the figure in his mind disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Chu Qing knew how he should "live" and sleep peacefully no matter how difficult it was.