Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The people have a simple life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, busy for three meals a day, and thrive. It would be great if they could marry a daughter-in-law and give birth to two fat babies.

Most of the people in Pingjiang are the same, but Pingjiang is rich, so besides farming, the people can also find a lot of work in the city.

Looking at the nursing home, or doing some physical work, you can always find a bite to eat, that is, go up the mountain to chop wood and carry it to sell, and be a porter of goods, without starving to death.

If you are lucky, you can earn some money, and you can buy a few servants, and someone at home will serve you.

But these people have one thing in common, that is, they don't know one big character.

Although the people are obedient, if they are too ignorant, they can easily be incited by those who are interested.

Especially in times of turmoil, people are in panic all day long, and they need to find spiritual sustenance.

Numerous cults have been conceived. These cults wantonly recruit followers, asking them to provide money and food and their own daughters. They have accumulated strength and want to get a share of the troubled times.

Pingjiang now has a few small forces, although there is still no climate, Lin Yuan is not ready to watch them sit up.

On the surface, Song Lian was going to literacy, but in fact he was going to fight these forces. It happened that Lin Yuan could also see his abilities. If Song Lian couldn't do these things, Lin Yuan could only ask him to repair books.

"Master Song." Wu Changqing came to visit Song Lian with a gift. After all, he is a newcomer who has been in the limelight recently. Wu Changqing is not willing to offend. He is an official in the same hall. It is not a bad thing to have a superficial friendship.

Song Lian had heard the report from the concierge early, and put down the booklet at this time, and greeted him with a smile: "Master Wu, admiration for a long time."

Wu Changqing: "Master Song came from afar, are you still used to it?"

Song Lian smiled and said: "Natural habits, the land of the south of the Yangtze River, heaven and earth."

Song Lian waved his hand sideways: "Master Wu, please sit down."

Wu Changqing was sitting down, and the servant brought a pot of warm wine. The two of them sat and drank together, the moonlight was thick outside the window.

"It is often said that Master Song has a good character and a gentleman. When I see it today, it is clear that he is well-deserved." Wu Changqing smiled and said good things. He always did this. He exaggerated his integrity and made people not think. He is hypocritical.

Song Lian didn't say anything. He just said, "Song came to the beginning and didn't know the current situation of Pingjiang, so I have to trouble Master Wu."

Wu Changqing waved his hand and said: "How difficult is this? How can it be called trouble? Since Master Song asked, I naturally want to answer. Pingjiang is rich in water and the people are honest and honest, but there is no shortage of villains who want to take advantage of it. The people are simple."

Song Lian personally poured a glass of wine for Wu Changqing.

Wu Changqing raised his wine glass and drank it in one fell swoop: "Though those people are trails, they can drip through rocks, and streams gather into rivers. If we let them run freely, they will one day become our confidant."

Song Lian understood. His eyes drooped, and after a while he raised his head, and said to Wu Changqing, "Thank you, Mr. Wu, for your doubts."

Wu Changqing also handed over: "As ministers in the same palace, naturally we have to share the same hatred of the enemy. What adults hate most now is that the foreign enemies are not stopped, and the people around them will continue to suspect."

This is the reminder.

No matter what they think in private, they have to maintain harmony on the surface.

It has caused trouble to the superiors, and they will be the unlucky ones.

Wu Changqing left Song Lian’s mansion and got on the carriage. The old servant held the sober tea that he had prepared earlier and handed it to him. Wu Changqing drank a sip of tea, feeling panic in his throat. He shook with the carriage and lifted the window curtain to look up. In the sky, dark clouds block the moon, and tomorrow may be a rainy day.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth and sighed leisurely.

Newcomers will always come one after another, and they, old people, always have to be generous.

How many officials below want to kill Song Shizhao, if Song Shizhao is not cautious, there are not enough lives to lose.

Song Shizhao is now like the favorite concubine in the palace. The emperor has only him in his eyes. He only loves him. He can't go up unless other concubines are killed. They all serve the same person. They don't ask for average, but ask for rain and dew.

Don't blame others for hating him.

Wu Changqing smiled.

"The moonlight is just right tonight!"

The horseman who drove the car looked up at the sky, the master's eyes had problems?The moon is covered, where does the moonlight come from?

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"Master!"

In a dark alley late at night, a man in commoner stood anxiously outside the house, and the voices of men and women inside the house came to an end.

The simple wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and the man opened his chest wide, revealing a chest covered with red marks. He was tall, with a square face and a wide forehead, and he was generous in life. At this time, his brows were furrowed and he rushed to say: "What What matters? Can't you come to find the leader tomorrow? This is the middle of the night, you have to sleep if you don't sleep the leader."

The woman in the room said softly: "Master!"

The man said impatiently: "Sleep you!"

He strode out, and the man in commoner followed behind him. The two went to a secluded house. After lighting the candles, the man in commoner said, "Master, since Nanan Bodhisattva occupied Pingjiang, he has used a lot of scheming now. Many members of the church are not as good as before."

"My subordinates are going to investigate today, eleven, one or two, I already want to divorce!" The commoner man burst into tears, "Master, if we don't do anything, we are afraid that the South Bodhisattva will confuse people. I'm afraid that after some time, ten will not save one."

This religion is called the Little White Lotus Sect, which is not the same as the White Lotus Sect. It is just borrowed from the name. The people still think that the Little White Lotus Sect is also a branch of the White Lotus Sect.

Before Lin Yuan's future, this little white lotus religion had already become a bit of climate in Pingjiang, which made the original Yamen a headache.

The leader pressed his lips tightly. It was accidental that he established this little white lotus cult. He was originally just a footman, relying on sourcing goods to make a living. At first, he just wanted to live a good life and work as a footman in Pingjiang, although he would not be hungry. He died, but his status was low. Anyone could step on his feet, bump into nobles on the road, and spit and scold him. He couldn't eat two meals a year. At that time, his wish was to one day be able to eat all the meat.

Slowly, under the guise of the White Lotus Sect, he gathered a group of people, with believers, offerings, and beauties.

He likes days like this, eating, drinking and having fun every day, with beautiful women on his left and fine wine on his right. He doesn't want to fight against those in power. He knows very well that relying on thousands of congregations to fight against tens of thousands of troops has no chance of winning— -He was born as an ordinary citizen. Although he is doing well now, he still fears power.

He wanted to say: "We are doing well now, and our lives are going well. Why do we have to confront someone with a heavy hand? Isn't it good to be content with Changle?"

But he can't say that.

The people who follow him have ambitions, and if he says so, he has no doubt that these people will kill him, and then support someone who agrees with them to become the leader.

He looked at this person who was crying in front of him, and he had no doubt that if he said that he did not want to be an enemy of the Nan Bodhisattva, this person would be able to take his life immediately.

So he can only say: "The Nan Bodhisattva is sinister and vicious, and the methods are fierce. Why don't we take it lightly? If we are enemies right now, we are afraid that we will not be full of wings, but send sheep into the tiger's mouth.

The man in commoner hurriedly said: "The leader needs to know that the Nan Bodhisattva took over Pingjiang for more than a month, and he is the king of heaven. It is also difficult for the people to be loyal at this point. At this time, he is not standing firm. We still have a chance. If it's really slow, I'm afraid we won't even be able to hit even by that time."

"Stop talking!" The leader scolded, "Am I the leader or are you? Is it useful for me to speak or yours? You still want to control me now? You can see that your wings are hard, even the leader does not let go In my eyes, do you want to take the seat of the leader? I think I am sitting in your seat, making you sleepy and sleepy!"

The man in commoner knelt down quickly, walked a few steps before the leader, and worshiped: "The leader! Don’t miss it, this is our last chance. If we don’t fight hard, we will become the fish of the South Bodhisattva. Master!"

"Get out!" the leader shouted, "I tell you to get out! Get out!"

The common man looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. He still remembered how beautiful the man said when he was invited by this man. He always thought he was following a broad-minded and ambitious master, but he didn't expect it. At this moment, this person was still timidly afraid to act.

This is the master he chose for himself?

"The leader...think twice!" The commoner kowtows a few times before leaving the house.

The leader sits alone in the house, and when people leave, his disguised anger disappears without a trace.

He witnessed Pingjiang being beaten down by the iron hoof of the South Bodhisattva. It was the first time he saw the real war. The imperial court’s forces had no resistance. He still remembered the huge roar he heard and remembered him. I saw the huge trebuchet, the army forbidden by the order, the sharp knives in the soldiers’ hands. Those people didn’t break into the city of Pingjiang, but he was in the village on the edge of the city. He knew clearly that he was facing What a behemoth.

He was afraid, he was afraid of death, and he could hide in the corner to dominate, but he never wanted to truly fight against authority.

When the court was weak, he dared not do anything. What's more, this Nan Bodhisattva is more powerful and popular than the court. He just wants to live a good life, wear gorgeous clothes, have servants on his side, and beauties by his side. Has made him very satisfied.

But people around him always persecute him.

They want to be prosperous and wealthy, so they push him forward, and he also needs their strength to consolidate his position.

But now, they are going to push him to death.

They all want the last fight, but the leader knows where this is the last fight. This is obviously a self-determination.

But he can't tell the truth to them yet.

The leader sat down all night, looking at the daylight when he got up in the morning.

After thinking about it all night, he thought of a way.

He wants to live, he wants to live a good life, he won't listen to those people.

"Prepare a car!"

"Where does the son go?"

"Go to Wu Mansion."

He heard that Wu Changqing is a good person. Whether it is or not, at least his reputation is here. For the sake of his reputation, he can't kill himself.