Hao Yuan smiled: "Except for Nanxiawa, there are tens of thousands of poor people in the world, but there are so many lucky stars." He put the big bowl on the table, "I still have some income now, and I can eat enough by myself."
I still have some extra money, so naturally I can help everyone a little bit. I saved your father’s life and helped many people here. But after leaving this Nanxiawa, I don’t know how many Nanxiawa there are and how many poor people there are. Is it just
Do you expect more people to do good deeds and accumulate virtue?"
"When we poor families encounter big problems, what else can we expect except for people's kindness?" The girl sighed helplessly, "If you have a good life, you have a noble person like you to save you. If you have a bad life, what else can you do?
That's all: if a life is gone, it's gone." She said, wiping her eyes, "I used to have a brother above me. It hurts me when I was a kid. Three years ago, he went to be an apprentice in a carpentry shop.
, I ran to the city and talked to him in front of the store, but he brought him back that night: he said that he was going out to deliver goods to the store, and the fever he developed on the way disappeared. At that time, he had to have a pack of anti-fungal powder with him.
, people can come back to life by blowing it into their noses, and it only costs four cents to avoid the plague, but he doesn’t even have four cents!"
She was already in tears when she said this, and Hao Yuan silently patted her head.
She wiped her tears and said, "Mr. Hao, this kind of thing is nothing in Nanxiawa. You can't even hear the sound of a dead person. Just take a roll of reed mat and bury it in the cemetery behind. I just don't know today."
Why did I think of him again - do you know how many people have died here since you came, and how many people have been brought to Renyazi?"
Hao Yuan nodded: "So you say I am a lucky star?" He took out a handkerchief and handed it to the girl, "Wipe your tears. I am a grown-up girl, and I still wipe my tears and snot on my sleeves."
The girl took the handkerchief and glanced at him quietly: "I know you are from a young master... you look down on a poor girl like me."
Hao Yuan smiled: "Don't say this again." His face became very serious: "I am not a young master. I am not here to be a noble or a good person."
The girl's bright eyes suddenly flashed. She seemed a little confused. After a moment of hesitation, she asked: "Then what are you doing here?"
Hao Yuan avoided answering, his face was both solemn and cheerful. The girl was a little confused. Suddenly she clapped her hands and said with a smile, "I understand, Mr. Hao, you are here to help the poor."
Hao Yuan smiled and nodded: "Tell me, why are the poor so poor?"
"It's a bad fate - I didn't find myself in a good family."
"So those rich people have a good life?"
"Then tell me why their lives are good?"
"Because... because..." the girl couldn't think of it anymore, "The master in the temple said that it is earned by accumulating good deeds."
"But look at those rich people, how many of them are doing good deeds?" Hao Yuan asked, "Even if there are a few rich people, is it more or less?"
"Young Master -" the girl hesitated and said, "But the master in the temple also said that the merits in the previous life are also important."
"I accumulated good deeds in my previous life, but do evil in this life? This is too weird."
The girl couldn't speak, and her eyes were a little confused.
"Then why do you think this is?"
"Because this world belongs to their rich people, not to us poor people." Hao Yuan said, "Your father carries a burden every day and goes out to do small business. The Shuigen family next door does part-time work for people growing vegetables... in the fields.
Food, vegetables, clothing, satin cotton, and house utensils, aren't they made with the blood and sweat of our people? Your family makes rice dumplings and boils lotus root starch every day, but you can't even give me a bowl of lotus root starch rice balls - we have worked so hard
Where did the hard work go?"
The girl is a little confused - she has never thought about this. She only thinks that her family is poor. As for why she is so poor, she has never thought about it.
Hao Yuan continued: "Because this world belongs to them. With just one word, they can take away what we have worked so hard to create."
"Isn't this world Emperor Zhu's?"
"Emperor Zhu also conquered the world from the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. He was originally just a poor monk. During the famine, he had to go out and beg for food to avoid starving to death." Hao Yuan said, "Do you think his life was good or bad? Why would a person who was originally a poor monk have to go out and beg for food to avoid starving to death?" Hao Yuan said, "Do you think his life was good or bad?
Can a man who is about to starve to death become an emperor in the end?"
"Well..." This truth is a bit difficult for a teenage girl to understand. But her originally dark mind seemed to be suddenly shone with a light, illuminating something in an instant.
Hao Yuan said firmly: "So there is no 'fate' in this world. Even if there is, we can change it."
"Really?" The girl's face showed a look of doubt and excitement.
"That's right. Since you feel that God's fate is unfair," Hao Yuan said, "you can only change yourself by yourself."
"How to change, how to change?" the girl asked. "Sir, you must be able to change your fate. I have long wanted to change my own fate - or I can change my parents' fate. No need to ask.
I can eat fish and meat, silk and silk, at least a few meals of fine food, and some decent clothes to wear."
Hao Yuan was amused by her words: "I'm not a fortune teller, how can I change my fortune? Even those who say they can change their fortune are also lying - they don't understand the truth. They can only play some magic tricks.
It’s not the right way.”
The girl was confused: "Then what is the truth?"
Hao Yuan stopped talking and asked, "You want to know?"
"think!"
"Ever studied?"
"Of course not..." The girl shook her head.
"If you want to understand the Dao, you must first be literate. Otherwise, you will be blind, and the rich will bully you." Hao Yuan said, "I teach children to read here every night, you can come too." He looked at it.
He looked at the oil lamp and said, "It's getting late. You should go back to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow."
"Okay!" The girl stood up in response and said, "Mr. Hao, don't blame me for talking too much. There are two people here today. They don't look like good people. One of them has scars on his face and looks like a gangster."
Hao Yuan nodded: "They are indeed not good people. But their badness has not yet reached the root..."
"If the gangsters committed murder and arson, why haven't they gotten to the root of it yet?"
"The great thief, he kills people and sets fires to gain wealth. However, the power of one person or a few people is always limited. What he can destroy is nothing more than killing a few people, taking some property, and using it for himself. But once the news leaks,
If you are caught by the government, or if you are intercepted and killed by Tuan Yong during robbery, you will inevitably die. The blade of the knife will lick the blood and go out to fool around. No matter how good you are, it will not end well in the end.
"The real traitors and villains are all sanctimonious people. They are decent people who are called masters on weekdays. If there is a disaster, they have to spend money and rice to help the public - but when they do evil,
How many families were destroyed and people were killed, and they still didn’t know that he was the cause of the trouble - not to mention, he took away everything from the people, and gave some of the residue to charity, and the people still cried with gratitude. It was really like killing people and wiping out households invisibly.
ah."
"Ah, there are such bad people?!" the girl said angrily, and then became worried, "Doesn't it mean that no one can do anything to them?"
"That's right, because this world belongs to them. We ordinary people are deceived by them and cannot see who the real bad guys are. We regard a few gangsters as heinous bad guys." Hao Yuan said, "But as long as we let more and more people
The more people see their true colors, they will no longer be able to deceive and bully people like this. Not only that, we also have to take back what originally belonged to us—"
When Hao Yuan said this, he felt that he had said too much. After all, the other party was just a girl and might not fully understand what he was saying. If he told her too much at once, he might suffer from indigestion.
"I understand." The girl said, "To change everyone's poor life, we must first understand the truth. Once we know the truth, those bad people can no longer lie to us."
"Yes, you are so smart." Hao Yuan smiled and nodded, "Go back to sleep."
"Uncle Hao, you have to be careful..."
"It doesn't matter." Hao Yuan said, "I'm here, with everyone, and I'm not afraid of anyone."
After sending the girl away, Hao Yuan once again checked the straw curtain covering the open tiles. He also arranged the straw curtain used as a door and put bricks on the corners to prevent light from leaking out.
After doing all this, he lit the wick of the oil lamp, added two more wicks, sat in front of the wooden board that served as a desk, spread out a few thin pieces of white paper, and began to draft an announcement. He took another one
A battered book on current affairs and a half-smeared window course paper were placed next to them.
If someone comes in suddenly, they will only see a poor scholar studying hard.
Hao Yuan was grinding his ink while thinking about the content of the post. This was to expose Zhao Yingong's collusion with the government and manipulation of silk prices. He had been thinking for several days about how to write it in a way that was easy to understand and used the fewest words.
Express.
The post requires printing in large quantities, it is too long and complicated to write, and it takes too long to be rigid - time is tight.
Hao Yuan was thinking while writing on the thin paper. His calligraphy was the most common Yan style calligraphy. The calligraphy was not pretty, but the writing was very powerful.
After writing the post, he corrected it once and copied it clearly again. After the ink was dry, he carefully put the manuscript in a bamboo tube and stuffed it into a hole in the corner. Then he took out another copy that he had just taken out today.
I went to the Weimin Information Bureau to get the letter, took out the letter paper inside, and carefully baked it in the light.
Brown writing gradually appeared on the blank space of the letter paper under the baking of the flame. Hao Yuan read it carefully several times, put the letter and the draft of the post to the lamp, lit it, and watched them burn.
After doing all this, he washed his hands, poured himself a bowl of cold water, sat at the table, took a bite of the multigrain cake, and ate it with the cold water.