Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The people live a simple life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, busy with three meals a day, and multiplying. If they can marry a daughter-in-law and give birth to two fat babies, that would be great.

The same is true for most of the people in Pingjiang, but Pingjiang is rich, so besides farming, the people can find a lot of work in the city.

Looking after the house or doing some physical work, you can always find something to eat. Even if you go up the mountain to chop firewood and sell it, you can be a porter who transports goods, and you will not die of hunger.

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

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

Although the common people are obedient, if they are too ignorant, they can easily be instigated by those with a heart.

Especially in times of turmoil and chaos, people are in constant panic, so they need to find spiritual sustenance.

Numerous cults were bred and born. These cults wantonly recruited believers, asking them to offer money, food and their own daughters. They accumulated strength and wanted to get a share of the troubled times.

There are a few small forces in Pingjiang now. Although they haven't become a big force yet, Lin Yuan doesn't plan to watch them grow up.

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

"Master Song." Wu Changqing came to visit Song Lian with a gift. After all, he was a newcomer who was in the limelight recently. Wu Changqing didn't want to offend him. Since he was an official in the same palace, it would not be a bad thing to have a superficial friendship.

Song Lian had already heard the porter's report, and put down the book at this time, and greeted him with a smile: "Master Wu, I have been admiring you for a long time."

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

Song Lian said with a smile: "Natural habits, the land in the south of the Yangtze River is heaven and earth."

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

Wu Changqing was sitting down, and a servant brought a pot of warm wine. The two sat and drank together, and the moon was shining brightly outside the window.

"I often hear people say that Mr. Song has a good character and a gentleman. When I saw you today, you can see that his reputation is well-deserved." Wu Changqing said good things with a smile on his face. He is hypocritical.

Song Lian didn't say anything, just said: "Mr. Song came here and didn't know the current situation in Pingjiang, so I have to trouble Mr. Wu to clarify."

Wu Changqing waved his hand and said: "How difficult is this? How can it be called trouble? Since Mr. Song asked, I naturally want to answer. The Pingjiang River is beautiful and abundant, and the people are honest and honest. The simplicity of the people."

Song Lian personally poured Wu Changqing a glass of wine.

Wu Changqing raised his wine glass and drank it all down: "Those people are trails, but water drips through stones, and streams gather into rivers. If they are left to flow, they will surely become our confidants' serious troubles one day."

Song Lian understood, he lowered his eyes, raised his head after a while, cupped his hands at Wu Changqing and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wu, for clarifying the doubt."

Wu Changqing also cupped his hands: "As ministers in the same hall, it is natural to share the same hatred with the enemy. What you hate most now is that the people around you are constantly suspicious when the foreign enemies are not stopped."

This is a reminder.

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

They have caused trouble to the superiors, and they will be the ones who will be unlucky at that time.

Wu Changqing left Song Lian's mansion and got into the carriage. The old servant handed him the sober tea that he had prepared earlier. Wu Changqing took a sip of the tea and felt the pain in his throat. He shook the carriage together, lifted the curtain of the window and looked up. Today, dark clouds block the moon, and tomorrow may be a rainy day.

With a smile on his lips, he sighed leisurely.

The newcomers will always come one after another, and the old people like them always have to show generosity.

How many officials below wanted to kill Song Shizhao, if Song Shizhao hadn't been cautious, a few lives would not be enough to lose.

Song Shizhao is now like a favorite concubine in the palace, the emperor only has him in his eyes, he only loves him, other concubines can't get up unless they kill him, they all serve the same person, don't ask for average, but for rain and dew.

Don't blame others for hating him.

Wu Changqing smiled.

"The moonlight is perfect tonight!"

The groom driving the carriage looked up at the sky, something wrong with the master's eyes?The moon is covered, where does the moonlight come from?

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"Master!"

In the dark alley late at night, the commoner man stood anxiously outside the house, and the male and female voices in the house stopped.

The simple wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and the man opened his chest wide, revealing a chest full of red marks. He was tall, with a square face and broad forehead, and he was generous. What's the matter? Can't come to find the leader tomorrow? It's the middle of the night, if you don't sleep, the leader has to sleep."

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

The man said impatiently: "Sleep with you!"

He walked out with big strides, and the commoner man followed him, and the two went to a secluded room. After lighting candles, the commoner man said: "Master, since Nanan Bodhisattva occupied Pingjiang, he has used a lot of scheming. Now There are already many congregants in the church that are not as good as before."

"Today, my subordinates went to investigate, one or two out of ten, and I already want to leave the sect!" The clothed man burst into tears, "Master, if we don't do anything, we are afraid that Nan Bodhisattva will deceive people's hearts. I'm afraid that after some time, there will be no one in ten."

This sect is called the Little White Lotus Sect, which is not the same thing as the White Lotus Sect. It is just a name, and the common people think that the Little White Lotus Sect is also a branch of the White Lotus Sect.

Before Lin Yuan's future, the Little White Lotus Sect had already become popular in Pingjiang, causing the original yamen a headache.

The leader pursed his lips tightly. He founded this Little White Lotus Sect by chance. He was just a porter at first, relying on hauling goods for a living. He just wanted to live a better life at first. Being a porter in Pingjiang, although he would not be hungry He is dead, but his status is low, anyone can step on him, he bumps into nobles on the road, and it is common to spit and scold him. He can't eat meat twice a year. At that time, his wish was to be able to eat meat to his full one day.

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

He likes this kind of life, eating, drinking and having fun every day, with beauties on his left and fine wine on his right. He doesn't want to fight against those in power. He knows very well that there is no chance of winning with just a few thousand congregants and tens of thousands of troops— ——He was born as an ordinary citizen. Although he is living a good life now, he is still afraid of power.

He wanted to say: "We are pretty good now, and we are living a good life. Why do we have to confront people with heavy soldiers? Isn't it good to be content?"

But he can't say that.

Those who follow him have ambitions. If he said so, he has no doubt that these people will kill him and support someone who thinks the same as them to become the leader.

He looked at the tearful man in front of him, without any doubt that if he said he didn't want to be an enemy of Nanan Bodhisattva, this man would immediately take his life.

So he could only say: "That Nan Bodhisattva is sinister and vicious, and his methods are cruel, why don't we plan it slowly? If we are an enemy right now, I'm afraid we are fledgling, and we are just sending sheep to the tiger's mouth."

The clothed man hurriedly said: "The leader needs to know that Nan Bodhisattva has only taken over Pingjiang for more than a month, even the heavenly king Laozi, it is difficult for the people to be loyal in this period of time. At this time, he has not gained a firm foothold. We still have a chance If it's really done slowly, I'm afraid we won't even have the power to strike at that time."

"Stop talking!" the leader scolded angrily, "Am I the leader or are you? Is it effective for me to speak or yours? You still want to control me now? It can be seen that your wings are hardened, and even the leader will not let go In my eyes, why don't you take the seat of the leader? I think I just sat in your seat with my buttocks, making you sleepless!"

The clothed man quickly knelt down, took a few steps to the leader, and bowed down: "Master! Don't miss this opportunity. This is our last chance. If we don't fight to the death, we will become the fish under the knife of Nan Bodhisattva. Hierarch!"

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

The commoner man looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. He still remembered how pleasant the man said when he was invited by this man. He always thought that he was following a master with a big heart and great ambitions, but he didn't expect it. At this moment, this person is still too timid to make a move.

This is the master he chose for himself?

"Master...Think twice!" The clothed man kowtowed a few times before leaving the room.

The leader sat alone in the house, and when the people left, his pretended anger disappeared without a trace.

He watched Pingjiang being beaten down by Nan Bodhisattva's iron hooves with his own eyes. It was the first time he saw a real war. The huge trebuchets he saw, the prohibited army, and the sharp long knives in the hands of the soldiers, those people did not enter Pingjiang City, but he was in the village on the edge of the city at that time, and he knew clearly what he was facing. What a behemoth.

He is afraid, he is afraid of death, he can hide in the corner and do his best, but he never thought about fighting against authority.

When the court was weak, he didn't dare to do anything, not to mention that now Nan Bodhisattva is more powerful and popular than the court. He just wants to live a good life, to be able to wear gorgeous clothes, to be served by servants, and to be surrounded by beauties. It has made him very satisfied.

But the people around him always persecuted him.

They wanted to be prosperous and rich, so they pushed him forward, and he also needed their strength to consolidate his position.

But now, they were going to push him to die.

They all want to make a last fight, but the leader knows that this is not a last fight, it is clearly suicidal.

But he couldn't tell them the truth yet.

The leader sat all night, and when he got up in the morning, he looked at the sun.

After thinking all night, he came up with a solution.

He wants to live, he wants to live a good life, he will not listen to those people.

"Prepare the car!"

"Where are you going, son?"

"Go to Wu Mansion."

He heard that Wu Changqing was a good man, whether he was or not, at least he had a reputation here, and for the sake of his reputation, he would not be able to kill himself if he surrendered himself.