[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

After that day, Yin Liting really didn't give Song Qingshu a second chance, and deliberately avoided all topics related to Ji Xiaofu, and even Song Qingshu's daily task of protecting the Dharma while practicing underwater was transferred back to Mo Shenggu.It's not that he didn't think about talking to his father about the sixth uncle's marriage, but Ji Xiaofu also came from a famous family, and he has never made any bad deeds known to the world. If Song Qingshu dared to doubt her, it would be because he, a junior, made mistakes first.Seeing the passing of time day by day, according to the memory of the last life, the news of Ji Xiaofu's death came only within a year or two, Song Qingshu's heart became more and more anxious but completely helpless.There is no evidence, not to mention that he is a junior, even Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng himself, there are not many things that can intervene in the foregone marriage between Yin Liting and Ji Xiaofu.Song Qingshu was worried that Yin Liting was inattentive in his daily practice and was caught by Mo Shenggu and severely punished twice. He suffered both mentally and physically.So a few days later, when Lu Min came to talk to him about the disaster victims, Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't wait to drag Lu Min down the mountain.

Lu Min came to Song Qingshu because of the disaster victims. It has been more than a month since Song Qingshu came back as a merchant. During this time, Wudang has taken in many disaster victims. Now the total number of disaster victims relying on Wudang to survive has exceeded [-], but the victims are still coming one after another. have come.If you want to resettle these people, the entire Wudang Mountain area is already stretched. If the Wudang faction does not want to see the victims of the disaster in the Zixiao Temple live on the ground, they must find another way; They can find a piece of land for them to cultivate and support themselves, but the wasteland under the name of the Wudang faction is far from enough.Song Qingshu closed the account book casually, sighed, and said: "Mr. Lu seems to have some reservations. What you said now should be the two problems that need to be solved most urgently. Although the business has made huge profits this time, if you want to support I am afraid that the needs of the victims will still be beyond their means.”

"Song Shaoxia is really smart," Lu Min smiled softly, looking at Song Qingshu with some appreciation.Being able to calculate the daily needs of the more than 4 disaster victims far more than the income from selling tea with just a running account, Song Qingshu is already a more qualified accountant than Song Yuanqiao. "This was originally the third matter. 30 taels of silver will support the livelihood of more than [-] people. Based on the current daily expenses, the silver taels will be exhausted by March next year at the latest. Song Shaoxia should make plans early. As for this The last thing, Song Daxia originally planned to buy a new set of clothes for everyone in Wudang after resettling the victims, but now it seems that it is an extravagant wish."

"Be safe and don't be impatient, be safe and don't be impatient!" Song Qingshu muttered to himself with his hands on his forehead, as if he was comforting Lu Min and himself. "Did Daddy ever know about these things?"

Lu Min smiled slyly, and seemed to bring up another topic inadvertently. "The day before yesterday when I was settling accounts with the tea farmers, Song Daxia happened to bump into him, and I was very upset!" Lu Min knew that Song Yuanqiao had a square personality and was not good at ingenuity. If he knew these things, what he thought would be to save money, but what he wanted in his heart was to increase income. And only Song Qingshu will fully support it.

Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing. He knew that if his father knew that he used Wudang's reputation to buy tea from tea farmers on credit, he would not be happy to go to Quanzhou for business. Now the incident is expected. The only thing to be thankful for is that at least the business is still made.And just based on Lu Min's words, Song Qingshu knew that his father would not know about these things that Lu Min mentioned to him, because his father would not agree to the solution that Lu Min could think of. "The Wudang faction is out of a chivalrous heart to help the victims, but the local prefect's responsibility is to protect the land and the people. I wonder if the prefect has any arrangements for these victims?"

Lu Min said contemptuously: "Those officials are all vegetarians, how can they care about the life and death of ordinary people like us?"

Song Qingshu shook his head with a wry smile, and said after a long time: "From tomorrow, Mr. Lu will select a few helpers from the victims to set up a porridge shop in Yizhuang in the city. If there are victims of disasters coming, we will arrange them to live in Yizhuang first."

Lu Min nodded knowingly, Wudang faction bears the expenses needed to relieve the victims by themselves, just borrowing the land of Yizhuang, even the magistrate can't make a mistake, but he is still worried about other situations. "I'm afraid that wealthy households in the city will put pressure on the prefect because of public security issues."

"Let's prepare a gift. Mr. Lu and I will go to pay a visit to the magistrate. By the way, we can also find out if there is any wasteland nearby to buy. The prefect will not refuse the achievement that is delivered to the door. In addition, please Mr. Lu Choose 5 strong men from among the victims, and I will tell my father to teach them a set of Wudang boxing to maintain law and order. Also, leave me [-] taels of silver in the account, I am afraid it will be inconvenient soon I have to go to Quanzhou again! As for buying new clothes, I would like to trouble Mr. Lu to find some female needleworkers among the victims to take care of the matter, and explain to these women that my Wudang faction will pay the full commission for these new clothes. The new clothes will be sent to Wudang before the completion of the work.” Every year around New Year’s Day, many believers go to the mountain to pay homage, and the Wudang sect’s people wear too shabby clothes, but it is a great embarrassment, and it will also affect the amount of sesame oil money they get.

"Now that the autumn tea has been harvested and the spring tea has not yet arrived, I wonder what Song Shaoxia plans?" Lu Min was already very satisfied with Song Qingshu's performance, but he couldn't help but make things difficult for him again.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu suddenly smiled lightly at this time, looked at Lu Min and said in a low voice: "Transportation officials, buying and selling land, putting pressure on wealthy households, teaching boxing skills, Mr. Lu is inconvenient to do things that cannot be mentioned, Qingshu has already done it Shoulder responsibility. This matter of business is originally the origin of Mr. Lu's family, so Mr. Lu can't teach me?"

Song Qingshu was so smart and Lu Min couldn't help laughing, and quickly replied: "This year the Yellow River flooded, and I heard that the price of Ruzhou porcelain has dropped continuously, so I have sent people there."

"If that's the case, there will be Mr. Lao Lu!" Song Qingshu said with satisfaction, got up and left the account room, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said with an unpredictable expression, "Today's matter..."

Lu Min knew the elegant meaning when he heard the string song, and immediately replied: "Let's wait until the matter has a clue, and I will report to the Ming Song hero!" The two "wretched" men looked at each other and smiled, and they clasped their hands and left in satisfaction.At that time, neither Song Qingshu nor Lu Min realized what their plan meant to the victims who lost their homes and the Wudang faction.The growth of the land under Wudang’s name and Wudang’s tolerance for tenants made more refugees choose to come to Hubei to rely on Wudang for a living at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and Song Qingshu’s decision to teach the victims martial arts even made a fighting force invisible. Great team.The trend of Wudang spread rapidly to the state capital in just a few years, and eventually spread across Hubei and Hunan, even the government dared not intervene.As far as Song Qingshu is concerned, what he does today is to atone for the sins of his previous life, and Lu Min, who is more far-sighted than him, can only imagine that all the concubines of the Wudang School must hand over all of them to Song Qingshu in a few years. .

Song Qingshu talked with Lu Minshang about resettling the victims of the disaster. When he returned to Wu, it was getting late. As soon as he entered the Zhaitang, he saw his father Song Yuanqiao sitting silently at the table, almost merging with the darkness.Song Qingshu was startled when he saw Song Yuanqiao's serious expression, he was stunned at the door for a moment, then he forced a smile and said, "When did Daddy arrive, why didn't you light the lamp?" Then he stepped forward to light the oil lamp in front of the table, and saw He wrote a letter that was in Song Yuanqiao's hand. On the envelope was written "Designed by Wudang Yin Liting", which was exactly the handwriting he imitated Ji Xiaofu.

Song Yuanqiao saw that Song Qingshu's complexion changed when he saw the letter, and he had no doubts in his heart. He looked up at Song Qingshu coldly and said mockingly: "Because of you, I took the time to meet your sixth uncle today. Let your sixth uncle read this letter. Although your sixth uncle has a marriage contract with Miss Ji of the Emei School, but there is not much contact, and it is not uncommon to not recognize Miss Ji's handwriting. I won't mistake my child's handwriting!" Song Qingshu's face lost all color in an instant, and his knees softened and he immediately knelt down.Song Yuanqiao ignored him and asked slowly: "How did Miss Ji of the Emei Sect offend you, and want you to deliberately ruin her reputation like this?"

Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Yuanqiao in disbelief, his pale lips trembling for a long time before he murmured: "Boy, I didn't wrong her! Boy and Aunt Ji have no grievances or enmity..." Seeing Song Yuanqiao's expression was cold, he obviously didn't understand a single word. Not wanting to believe him, he was even more terrified in his heart. He swallowed hard and said, "It's in Dadu! My boy happened to meet Aunt Ji in Dadu, and I saw it with my own eyes..."

"Shut up!" Up to now, Song Qingshu is still making excuses and denying it in every possible way. Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but hate and anger. He slapped the table hard and raised his voice to ask, "If I saw it with my own eyes, why didn't I tell your sixth uncle earlier?"

Song Qingshu replied dejectedly like an eggplant beaten by frost: "Sixth Uncle has a deep love for Aunt Ji, and my child is afraid that Sixth Uncle will be sad."

"Can he not be sad for what you have done now? Seriously! Even if it was a coincidence to meet your Aunt Ji, is it also a coincidence to forge this letter?" Song Yuanqiao's expression became more severe, and his voice was stern. "I'm your father, so I know your skills. You can imitate anyone's handwriting with just a glance. It's just that your sixth uncle is naturally shy. How could you show your fiancée's letter to a junior like you? Could it be that you still want me?" Looking for your sixth uncle to confront you?" Song Qingshu's expression was miserable and he was speechless, and Song Yuanqiao sternly asked in his ear, "Say! What kind of plan are you planning in such a perverse way?"

Song Qingshu's brow was full of cold sweat, and a layer of water in his eyes flickered slightly under the oil lamp. After a long time, he said softly: "Boy, baby is your own son, what is the nature of baby, doesn't Daddy understand?"

"It is precisely because you are my own son that I understand you better than anyone else!" Song Yuanqiao suppressed his anger, his voice was low, cold and sharp like an interrogation. "Qing Shu, tell me honestly that most of you went to steal medicine for your third uncle. Is it a coincidence or a plan? If you went to Quanzhou to sell tea at the merchants, if I had known that you used the name of Wudang to sell tea to the tea farmers. Credit is not allowed, so you will insist on going your own way and insist on doing it? You are hurting your internal energy and it is difficult to make any progress. If your father asks you to give up the method of practicing underwater, will you agree?...Qing Shu, you are too angry Gao, you are too stubborn! You will never admit defeat!" The so-called knowing son is like a father, how could Song Yuanqiao not know Song Qingshu's nature?Among the three generations of Wudang disciples, Qingshu may not have the highest talent, but as a senior brother, he is never willing to bow his head and admit defeat, so he is the most diligent and hardworking among all the disciples.Practicing sword in the water for two hours every day, no one except him has been able to do so far, and finally got his wish, and has firmly occupied the first place all these years.A father is naturally happy to have such a hard-working child, but his heart is as arrogant as Song Qingshu, and Song Yuanqiao can't help but worry.It is true that such characters have abilities, but they cannot stand setbacks and cannot withstand hardships; "It's your junior brother, Feng Mozhi... You never let go of every little thing that offended you in the past. How did your Aunt Ji offend you, or is it your sixth uncle?"

There is no evidence to prove that Ji Xiaofu, a high-ranking student of the Emei School, has cheated on Hongxing, and he himself has secretly plotted beforehand. Song Qingshu knows that it is impossible to argue.But father is born with a clear distinction between good and evil, so the selfishness and viciousness of breaking up love with him is no different from summer insects talking about ice.Even himself, didn't he believe in the cause of Ji Xiaofu's death that the Emei Sect said in the last life?In his last life, he really regarded himself as very tall and magnanimous. The so-called country is easy to change and nature is hard to change, so what can I say?Song Qingshu took down Hanguang hanging on the wall, and lifted it to Song Yuanqiao with both hands. "My son has nothing to say. If Daddy wants to punish me, my son will suffer!"

Song Qingshu was so unrepentant, and Song Yuanqiao was even more furious. He drew his sword and pointed at Song Qingshu, but Song Qingshu closed his eyes slowly and turned his face slightly as if he didn't see him.Song Yuanqiao saw that his son's face was pale and tears were rolling down, but the sword couldn't go through, so he finally threw the long sword on the ground and said sharply: "Go to the quiet room and kneel! When will you say it? When will you come see me again?" !"

Song Qingshu staggered out of the door, but Mo Shenggu and Ming Zhan were standing outside at some point.As soon as Ming Zhan saw Song Qingshu, he hurried forward to grab him, and repeatedly urged him to apologize to Song Yuanqiao.Song Qingshu just ignored him, slammed his sleeves hard and walked towards the quiet room.But Mo Shenggu, who has never been impulsive and can't hide his words, actually didn't say a word this time, he just stared blankly at Song Qingshu's retreating back with a puzzled look on his face.