Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

"Look, I didn't know you were coming today, and I didn't prepare anything." Aunt Zhang invited the two of them to walk into the house. Lin Shicheng walked quickly, took out a few pieces of silver from the purse, and handed them to Aunt Zhang. hand.

He smiled and said softly, "Aunt Zhang, take this to buy some new year's goods. The most important thing is to eat and wear warmly during the Chinese New Year."

"Xiao Lin, I don't want this!" Aunt Zhang pushed back the broken silver and shook her head, "You sent someone to give us a lot of silver before, we have hands and feet to make a living by ourselves, you should take it back."

Lin Shicheng stubbornly stuffed the money into Aunt Zhang's hand, "Aunt Zhang, you should know that this money is nothing to me, since I give it to you, it is a kindness, and today is the first day of the new year, so I will treat it as a picture. Geely, just take it."

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Aunt Zhang had no choice but to stuff the silver into her pocket, thanked her, and turned to move the wooden table at the base of the wall.

Lin Shicheng hurried up to grab the table, helped her move it over, put it on, took the small stool and put it on, wiped it with a rag, and asked Han Shiqing to sit down.

He was wearing a moon-white gown, and after working in this messy environment for a while, he inevitably got some dust, but he didn't care.

"Oh, you are a guest, why are you working with me!" Aunt Zhang pressed Lin Shicheng on the stool, went to get the teacup and teapot by herself, and poured the boiled hot water into the pot-bellied teapot filled with dried tea leaves. After boiling, Poured a glass each for Han Shiqing and Lin Shicheng.

"Thank you." Han Shiqing took the khaki earthenware cup, noticed the tiny cracks on the mouth of the cup, glanced at the rough layout of the room and Aunt Zhang's rough and callused hands, and felt mixed feelings for a moment.

He lowered his head and took a sip of his tea, and couldn't help frowning.

In the general's mansion, he drank good tea, which tasted light and lingered on his lips and teeth.

Now the tea is so bitter that it is hard to swallow.

But after all, it was his aunt who entertained him, so he had to drink it no matter how hard it was.

So he only frowned at the beginning, and finally drank the tea little by little.

The corners of Lin Shicheng's lips curled up, and he said, "Brother Shiqing, the tea is too bitter, if you're not used to it, just don't drink it, don't force yourself."

After speaking, he drank the teacup in one gulp, his expression unchanged, and even poured himself another cup.

Han Shiqing: "..."

Inexplicably not wanting to lose to Lin Shicheng, Han Shiqing followed him closely and filled his teacup as well.

The smile on Lin Shicheng's face became more obvious, but instead of teasing Han Shiqing, he turned his head and asked Aunt Zhang, "Auntie, why hasn't Uncle Zhang come back yet?"

Aunt Zhang put the pancakes in her hand on the table and sat down herself.

"He was worried about cigarettes, and walked all the way with those people yesterday..." Aunt Zhang glanced at Han Shiqing, and continued, "When I walked there, I stayed at night, and I guess I will be back soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and Aunt Zhang hurried out to open the door, and pulled the dusty old man in, dusted him off, held his hand to warm up, and poured him a cup of hot tea holding.

"Uncle Zhang." Lin Shicheng stood up and greeted him.

"Xiao Lin?" Uncle Zhang saw him, his eyes lit up, he stepped forward and patted Lin Shicheng on the shoulder, and said with emotion, "I haven't seen you in a few years, and you have grown so big."

Lin Shicheng introduced Han Shiqing to Uncle Zhang, and the four sat down.

"Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang." Lin Shicheng started the conversation first, and said, "You don't have to worry about Sister Qingyan's affairs. She has a sense of proportion and knows how to advance and retreat, so nothing will happen."

"En." Uncle Zhang suppressed his worries about Qingyan, nodded in response, and asked, "Xiao Lin, how long are you going to stay in Yong'an this time?"

"I'm temporarily staying in the Zhenbei General's Mansion." He glanced at Han Shiqing and said with a smile, "I'm preparing to welcome Chunwei with Brother Shiqing."

"Live in the General's Mansion..." The man hesitated for a moment, then restrained his emotions, and said, "It's fine as long as you're used to living here, and don't bother him too much."

Han Shiqing had a panoramic view of the faces of several people, and his confusion grew more and more.

It's just that he understands that he can't show too many emotions now, and he can't ask questions suddenly.

He waited until he said goodbye to the couple before he stopped and asked Lin Shicheng, "Xiao Lin, can you tell me why you brought me here now?"

He said: "I admit that I have never heard of Mo District, and I have never been to such a dirty place. This place has indeed subverted my impression of Yong'an. But there is no absolute fairness in one's life. Everyone's situation is different. You brought me here and let me see these, are you trying to tell me that just because these people have a bad life, I will hate this dynasty and those in power?"

Lin Shicheng also stopped. He quietly listened to Han Shiqing's words, and when he looked at Han Shiqing again, he was already a bit awe-inspiring.

"Brother Shiqing, the person I showed you just now is Zhang Deming, Zuo Pushe (ye) Zhang Deming, who was dismissed from office and exiled three years ago. Do you know the reason for his exile?"

Seeing Han Shiqing shaking his head, Lin Shicheng continued: "Just because Emperor Yuan'an was going to the south to escape the cold and requested the construction of a 32-story observation building, Mr. Zhang, who was the left servant of the household department, thought that the treasury was empty. As soon as he asked, His Majesty was furious, and he was sentenced to lie about the finances, and he was guilty of an unfounded crime, his home was confiscated, his household registration was deprived, he was exiled to the south, and he would never be allowed to enter the officialdom again."

"In the past few years, there have been severe droughts in the south, followed by floods. Last year, there was a gap in the dam across the river in the north, which flooded hundreds of acres of fertile land, resulting in extremely low grain harvests. Countless refugees drowned and starved to death. But even so, Emperor Yuan'an still There was a big banquet, singing and singing every night, and the treasury ran out of money, so he listened to the advice of his loyal ministers to raise taxes.

"But where did the people get the money? To put it bluntly, the tax is their life, and if they leave, they will die."

Lin Shicheng said: "Brother Shiqing, you have a good life. You have no worries about food and clothing since you were a child, so you only think that others are not doing well because they do not have this situation and are not able to live a good life. But I can tell you this. , the salaries you received from the General’s Mansion are the taxes they earned and handed over to the country through their own hard work. Now that they live like this, your salaries have not decreased at all, which means that you are drinking from them blood, eat their flesh, and want their lives!"

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Han Shiqing, and when he stood beside him, he asked softly: "So, you said that as a superior, Emperor Yuan'an did this, right?"

Lin Shicheng's words shocked Han Shiqing deeply, making him freeze in place, unable to move for a long time.

The wind in early spring was dry and cold, someone poured swill from a bucket into the stinking ditch, and the stench surrounded the entire ink area with the wind, making people sick.

"Young master! What a handsome young master!" A woman with disheveled hair ran up to Han Shiqing staggeringly, caressing his fair face with her scrawny dirty hands, and smiled foolishly, "Young master, are you here to marry me?"

She asked, "Are you here to marry Yun'er?"

She lay on Han Shiqing's chest, closed her eyes, "Yun'er has been waiting for you for a long time, for a long time..."

Before she finished speaking, she pushed Han Shiqing away violently, holding Han Shiqing's collar with her ten thin fingers, widening her bloodshot eyes, and said in a hateful voice, "You heartless man! Give me back my child! Give me back my child!" !"

Han Shiqing's face was smeared black with her fingers, and the snow-white fox fur also became dirty as she pulled it.

He had never seen such a scene before, and he stared blankly at the crazy woman in front of him, not knowing what to do for a moment.

It was Lin Shicheng who separated the two people who were tugging at each other, took out the broken silver from the purse and threw it to the woman, saying, "Young master asked me to send you some silver, he still remembers you, and he will come to see you in a few days." You." Then he coaxed her.

He took Han Shiqing's cold hand and walked out of Mo District. This time Han Shiqing didn't break free again.

"If I say, Brother Shiqing, you probably look down on these prostitutes in your heart." Lin Shicheng clenched his hand and slowed down his pace so that Han Shiqing could slowly recover, "But in my eyes, they are just It's just trying to survive."

"I have told you so much today. I said in my heart that I am not afraid of you and your father. It is a lie to inform His Majesty, but I just want you to understand that the current Jiang Dynasty is no longer what we learned in history books. Yes, I saw the prosperity and prosperity under Jiang Gaozu's rule.

"He is on the verge of decline, and it is His Majesty who is now reigning, Emperor Yuan'an, that has caused this to happen."

Han Shiqing listened quietly, until Lin Shicheng had finished speaking, he pursed his lips and asked dryly: "Then you mean, do you want to rebel?"

The exit of Mo District was close in sight, but Lin Shicheng stopped. He turned his head and looked at Han Shiqing, and smiled slightly.

"Brother Shi Qing, what you said is wrong." He said: "We are not rebelling, but are going to rescue the late emperor who was imprisoned in Changlin Temple, and justifiably put to death Emperor Yuan'an who falsely preached the oracle."

Han Shiqing suddenly felt that he had caught something, and he immediately asked, "It's justified? Whose name do you want to do this in?"

"Ninth Prince." Lin Shicheng pinched Han Shiqing's tiger's mouth and said the name.

"Jiang Yu."

really.

Han Shiqing's mind cleared up, and he immediately understood the matter in general.

It turned out that Jiang Yu had already recruited Lin Shicheng from such an early age.

"Lin Shicheng!"

Just as he was thinking, there was an angry shout from a distance.

Then Han Shiqing felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and the next moment Lin Shicheng's hand holding him was grabbed by someone who came, and he lifted it up suddenly.

Jiang Yu's childish face was filled with hostility at this time, and the haze in his eyes was like a rainstorm.

He gripped Lin Shicheng's wrist fiercely, and threw it aside, trying to suppress his emotions to cover up his irritability.

He is only 13 years old now, and he is not as tall as Lin Shicheng, but his momentum is not inferior to the other party, and he even has a faint tendency to overwhelm him.

He asked Lin Shicheng in a cold voice, "Who told you to bring him here on your own?"