Several young people saw the ceremony, and the guests and hosts were seated. Zhang Yingchen ordered a Taoist boy to bring him fragrant tea - "Li Mu Mountain Oolong Tea" specially shipped from Lingao. The strange tea fragrance immediately attracted the young people.
Zhang Yingchen asked with a smile: "Aren't there any window classes in the first month?"
Zhuang Yongling and others immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Sir, I have arranged reading and writing. After finishing them, we went out for a walk while the sun was still early."
"That's good." Zhang Yingchen nodded and looked at several teenagers, two of whom were Zhuang Qian's eldest son and second son Zhuang Xialing and Zhuang Heling, both in their teens.
Zhuang Xialing and Zhuang Heling were not among these teenagers originally, but they came with them this time. It seemed that their last "poisoning" plan was very successful. I couldn't help but feel happy.
Several teenagers looked at each other, and finally one of them plucked up the courage to ask: "Taoist Zhang, today we listened to your sermon. It is different from the general Quanzhen and Zhengyi. Could it be that it is a sect created by Mr. Zhang?"
This question was very pointed. Zhang Yingchen said with a smile: "Pindao comes from the lineage of Zou Tiebi, the master of Shenxiao. This method is not created by Pindao out of thin air, but comes from a few insights gained from traveling around the world for many years."
"So, the real person has attained enlightenment?"
Zhang Yingchen avoided answering, just smiled enigmatically, and said slowly: "What is the Tao, and what is a Taoist?" He stood up and chanted: "Observe the principles of heaven and earth, study things to gain knowledge, and educate the world. This is
Those who have gained the Tao are those who have the Tao. Those who are skilled in the art and know their skills but do not know why they are so do not have the Tao. This is not the Tao."
These words were very simple. Several young men from the Zhuang family were all enrolled in poetry reading. Naturally, they understood it. Zhuang Qian nodded and said, "Sir, he mentioned the study of things to learn knowledge many times. The book I borrowed from my students last time was also about the study of things.
Could it be that studying things to achieve knowledge is what Mr. Wang calls ‘Tao’?”
Zhang Yingchen nodded: "Exactly."
Several teenagers looked at each other. This method was very different from the knowledge system they usually came into contact with. Countless questions were swirling in their minds. They wanted to get to the bottom of it, but they were also quite concerned about Zhang Yingchen's "god" status.
Because they are afraid of it, and their family education is very strict, and they "ignore Buddhism and Taoism", fearing that if they ask too many questions, it will be bad if their family members know about it.
Seeing their expressions, Zhang Yingchen roughly knew what they were thinking. He thought that I can't speak too clearly now, otherwise I would scare you and your parents away. Fortunately, I have a new weapon in my hand.
He stood up and waved, "Follow me."
As he spoke, he opened a door in the study room. Several teenagers looked at each other and then followed in.
Inside the door, there is another world. This is a solid courtyard. There is no door to enter except the door of the study room. There are several large tables in the room. All kinds of utensils are displayed on them - in fact, Zhang Yingchen uses them
Models and teaching aids for teaching. Among them, there are seven or eight teaching aids that express physical theorems. They are particularly finely made. He spent a lot of time to get these from Lingao. Currently, only the Green Grass and Jeju are equipped with them.
There are no national schools on the island, even in Kaohsiung.
"These utensils describe the principles of heaven and earth." Zhang Yingchen said loudly.
Young people are the most curious by nature. Seeing that there are so many exquisite and interesting things in this room, several people dispersed with a roar, and each of them gathered around the model of the teaching aid that they were interested in and looked at it. Those who didn't understand it, naturally asked Zhang Yingchen to explain it.
Zhang Yingchen was not a science student, but after D-Day in order to spread his new Taoism, he read through popular science books such as "One Hundred Thousand Whys". It was naturally not a problem to explain these physical laws at the middle school level.
Of course, his popular science did not help answer questions, but instead left more questions in the minds of these teenagers. Only then did Zhang Yingchen reveal his "magic weapon."
"This is the second volume of "The Study of Things"." Zhang Yingchen took out the newly delivered popular science book, "You can take it and read it first."
"Thank you, Master!" Zhuang Yongling and others were overjoyed. It turned out that they had already thought that book was a "wonderful book". Several people circulated it privately and almost all of them were torn. For this reason, several people cooperated and secretly copied a copy by hand.
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Zhang Yingchen took them around and explained the models one by one. Everyone was fascinated. Unconsciously, it was noon, so Zhang Yingchen left them to have lunch.
With an order, his disciple named Ming Xin placed four plates of pickles - all produced by Tianchu, one of which was the "cold food dish" produced by Tianchu Jeju branch, which is the Korean kimchi of this time and space, red.
It's really beautiful. The staple food is a large pot of relief dry food cooked into a paste - some vegetable leaves are added to it.
"Come on, there's nothing good to eat, but in these famine years, it's a great blessing to have enough to eat." Zhang Yingchen said with a smile. This is not because he deliberately wanted to appear that he was practicing hard, in fact, in this land of Lunan
There is really no exquisite food at the moment. Rice and white flour are rare things. Even wealthy people like the banker rarely eat them on weekdays. What's more, in this disaster year, there is no place to find fine grains, which makes the rotten man hungry every day.
At night, my eyes glowed green, so I had to secretly eat some beef jerky or something specially provided by the office to satisfy my craving.
Seeing how shabby the food was, the teenagers couldn't help but feel admiration - in the lean years, the farmer's food was mediocre, but it was much better than that of Zhang Daozhang. At least there were enough vegetables and occasionally some eggs.
Although most of them are miscellaneous grains, they are still "fine grains" among miscellaneous grains such as millet and sorghum. You can mix them with some fine grains every few days. However, Daochang Zhang ate like he didn't know what kind of food was made into a paste.
The taste is okay, but the texture is very rough, which is obviously not good food.
Zhuang Xialing knew that this kind of paste was bought in large quantities by the Taoist priest from the south specifically for the refugees. The food for the refugees was not likely to be fine grains, and probably not even millet and sorghum. The Taoist priest
In Yizhou, he is a "half-immortal" and "real person" who is known as "Living Pure Yang", but he is so self-indulgent in what he eats, that I can't help but respect him a little more.
Fortunately, the pickles are very delicious - even delicious, especially the "cold food cabbage", which is not only spicy but also has a delicious and refreshing taste, which aroused the appetite of several teenagers and forced them to drink a few more bowls of paste.
After sending away several young masters from the banker, Zhang Yingchen returned to the study, took out a few soda flakes and swallowed them, resisting the acid water in his stomach after eating too much relief food, and thinking about what to do during the sermon on the seventh day of the new year.
While he was saying something, the Taoist boy came to report again: The banker has a visitor.
"Who is it?" Zhang Yingchen thought to himself that people from the banker came quite frequently during the New Year! I originally wanted to talk to them during the wedding ceremony on the seventh day of the lunar month, but now that someone is here, I might as well talk to them first.
"It's Mr. San."
The third master is Zhuang Bi, who is also a Linsheng. Currently, he is in charge of many things in the Zhuang family, including starting a drug store, providing relief to the people, and cooperating with him to handle the affairs of the "Tzu Chi Hall". Zhang Yingchen is very interested in this third master.
His evaluation was "simple, capable, persevering and decisive, worthy of being a powerful man who came from a family of poets and calligraphers in the countryside."
This third master is very enthusiastic about the affairs of the village. Zhang Yingchen handles the business of Tzu Chi Hall and receives a lot of help from him in the matter of sheltering refugees.
"Please."
Mr. Zhuang is a middle-aged man with a medium build, thick eyebrows, dark skin, and thick hands and feet. At first glance, he looks like a man from a poor background - the big shop owner started his fortune from Zhuang Qian, so although his brothers
Later, he went to school one after another, but he suffered hardships when he was young and was born in farming.
It was probably the experience in his youth that made Zhuang Qian and others spare no effort in providing refugee relief in Yizhou. Of course, good intentions alone cannot accomplish the "famine policy" - how to relieve the victims in the year of disaster and how to "relieve and reduce disasters"
”, in ancient society, was a specialized subject. It required not only knowledge, but also outstanding ability and perseverance.
Zhuang Bi is such a person. Zhang Yingchen originally thought that he would be an obstacle to the repatriation of refugees, but he did not expect that the other party did not obstruct him and even provided some conveniences.
"It is pitiful and sad to leave one's hometown to make a living, but it is better than staying here to starve to death or die of illness." Zhuang Bi once said this.
Although the bankers contacted the local wealthy gentry, tried to raise food and medicine, and spared no effort to provide disaster relief. However, in the face of the floods in northern Jiangsu and southern Shandong, their efforts were only a drop in the ocean. A little charity and relief from the government and the private sector could not cope with the huge disaster.
Disaster. The banker doesn't have a cornucopia, so he can't produce endless amounts of food, gold and silver. It's nothing more than doing his best to obey fate and count as many as he can survive.
In any porridge factory, there is a fixed amount of rice to cook every day. Once you receive it, you can only wait until tomorrow. If you are unlucky, you will have no choice but to starve to death.
In the face of natural disasters, ancient society's backward productivity and organizational power had very limited disaster relief capabilities and effects. Moreover, a major disaster would be followed by a major epidemic. For the people at the bottom, fleeing was the only way to survive.
After Zhang Yingchen proposed that he could contact the colonists to transport a large number of refugees to Taiwan to reclaim the wasteland, Zhuang Bi immediately agreed - the refugees traveled across the ocean to reclaim the wasteland. Needless to say, they were not acclimatized to the climate and the soil, and a large number of them would die due to fatigue during the journey, but at least most of them could survive.
It's much better than waiting to die here.
Reducing some people will also give those left behind an extra chance of survival - but in the past, this "reduction" was at the cost of death. Now that Zhang Daochang has the path of "immigration to open up wasteland", it is already huge.
Fortunately.
"Taoist Priest, is Mr. Wang back?" Zhuang Bi saw Li and politely asked about Wang Ruixiang's whereabouts.
Wang Ruixiang is what Zhang Yingchen calls "the settler from Taiwan." His Shandong-style Mandarin makes the gentlemen at the banker less wary.
Wang Ruixiang is not here at this time - he escorted a group of refugees to set foot on the old road to Longkou again to test whether this road can be used again. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!