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Chapter 252: Do not suffer from widowhood but suffer from inequity (1)

Chapter 252: Don’t worry about lack of weight but worry about inequality (Part 1)

Because the examination of thousands of scholars was already over, but now it has not started until this day. A large number of scholars are talking about it, and they are even more happy after they win the exam.

Sun Baoya walked blankly on the street, her legs were all weak.

He was born into a family of scholars and officials, and was a local prominent family. His grandfather became a county magistrate and his father passed the imperial examination.

When he was young, he traveled and absorbed a lot of new ideas and political views. Because he was good at talent and learning, he gradually gained fame after the provincial examination. When it was time for the imperial examination, he actively contacted the juren of various provinces, gave speeches and talked.

Gradually, hundreds of scholars gathered around him, with sixteen people at the core, and they were incredible for a while, so thousands of people wrote to write to talk about the reform.

But unexpectedly, the imperial court issued an order and his fame was removed, and there were four words "never hired" on it, which means that not only can he not become an official, but no official institution will be able to hire him in the future.

Li Ya, Zheng Taoyi, Wei Pei, Yang Ya, Jiang Yuxuan and others who were excited to consider reform that day, saw him, as if he had seen a ghost. He was polite and smiled awkwardly, bowed his hand as a gift, and just pretended not to see him.

This is the worst thing

But how can I go back and explain to the family of the tribe?

It was already early summer. I don’t know how long I walked on the street. Sun Baoya realized that it was noon. He subconsciously touched his sleeves. There were three silver notes of ten silver circles and two silver circles inside.

This little money can be used for the first half of the year in the countryside, but in the imperial capital, I am afraid I can't live for ten days.

Sun Baoya was hungry and found a noodle shop casually and ordered a bowl of noodles.

A moment later, a girl came with a big bowl of egg noodles. Sun Baoya looked at her and saw that she was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a moon-white dress, washed clean and beautiful.

After serving, Sun Baoya ate in big mouthfuls, and then she heard outside shouting: "Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, and I'll test the tribute scholars today!"

In fact, there have been newspapers in China for a long time, this is a newspaper

It was founded more than 2,000 years ago in the early Western Han Dynasty. It regularly conveyed official documents such as imperial edicts, edicts, memorials of ministers, as well as political information such as palace events. This is the background of the emergence of the "Dibao".

It was originally copied by the court, and later posted it at the palace gate and copied it by the public, so it is also called "Palace Gate" and "Zhengmen Copy". In the Song Dynasty, there were merchants who specially copied the mansion newspapers and printed them for sale. In order to save trouble, officials were happy to spend some money to buy.

As early as the Emperor Changzhi period, live lead type printing, publishing and distributing Beijing newspapers

However, the real news newspapers only appeared after the new emperor ascended the throne in recent years. They were not run by the emperor. They just set up a news bureau to manage newspapers specifically, and changed from private to semi-official background.

With public permission, news newspapers have flourished in recent years, and five newspapers have suddenly competed with each other.

After hearing this, Sun Baoya felt aching in her heart, but she still shouted: "Come one!"

"Okay, this gentleman, you'll cost two cents a bill!" The man selling the newspaper hurried forward. Sun Baoya took out two copper plates, threw them up, took them out and looked at them carefully, flipping them over and over, and then found them.

The newspaper published the book before and after, and included opinions on disposal, so his name was logged on.

After watching it, I was confused. Now everyone knows it and everyone avoids it. What should I do in the future?

After eating the noodles, put away the newspaper and gave the money, he paved on the street with a little dull look. He looked calm, but he knew that he had lost his inch.

After a few rains fell, he came to his senses and realized that at some point it was already cloudy, with dark clouds rolling on it, dark sky, and darkness, and people on the streets had already escaped.

He also hurriedly avoided a roof, and as soon as he passed, he saw raindrops falling.

I heard the shopkeeper shouting from afar: "It's raining heavily, close the windows quickly, hurry up, don't get wet!"

Sun Baoya breathed silently, and the heavy rain could not be avoided under the eaves. The wind blew on her body with the rain, and she trembled for a moment, and half of her clothes were wet.

At this moment, the opposite side suddenly said "Huh": "Young Master Sun, why are you here?"

In a blink of an eye, it was a young man who was holding an oil umbrella, but he knew Yang Hongling before. This man was not a juren, but he also became a scholar. It is said that he changed to business.

I was very enthusiastic about the students in Shangjing. After several banquets, I could also speak some articles and poems. Although Sun Baoya was polite on the surface, she actually looked down on her a little bit, but now...

Sun Baoya stumbled her lips as if she was trying to say something, but the scholar's self-esteem stopped him, but his heart was blank and he felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Hongling stepped forward, stretched out the oil umbrella to block the wind and rain, with a little sad expression, and sighed: "I have read the matter of Mr. Sun in the newspaper... Mr. Sun, you are indeed a little wrong. The major affairs of the court should have been followed by the rules... In fact, it is just you who wrote the letter yourself, and there is nothing. How can you gather thousands of people to write the letter? Is this a memorial to the emperor or force the emperor? Besides, the emperor is only seventeen, and it is the time of youth and vitality..."

After hearing this, Sun Baoya felt like she was stabbed by a needle. She woke up in shock. She seemed to understand everything in her heart. He shook his whole body slightly and was in a daze to the rain. After a while, she said: "That's true, I'm losing my composure!"

But now that things have come to this point, I can’t regret it. I was stunned and heard Yang Hongling say, “It’s come to this point, I wonder what Mr. Sun plans?”

After a moment of silence, he said sincerely: "We all know that Mr. Sun is a great talent. If there is no such thing, there will definitely be a Jinshi who is not talented later. He has two sons. It was during the enlightenment period. Mr. Sun had no place to go for a while. Why not come to my house and let my son become a disciple and toast him and make plans later?"

Generally, enlightenment teachers are not real teachers. They hire teachers and are tutors. However, it is completely different to be a teacher who is a teacher for a day and a father for life. They are on par with the master's family, which is not considered a disgrace to be a gentleman.

At this time, someone was taking care of her. Sun Baoya felt warm and said with a reluctant smile: "I didn't expect that there would be Brother Yang at this time... Then I'd better obey my duty than respect."

"Since that's the case, Mr. Sun, please come in together!" As he said that, he pointed to a carriage.

In the rain, the two got on the carriage and disappeared into the street in a blink of an eye.

It rained in the imperial capital, and it seemed that the heat in early summer had disappeared, but it only brought coolness.

Prime Minister Nicholas, is the first-class

Dafan works at 7 o'clock and has a meal at noon. As for the cabinet, it has a special kitchen. In the afternoon, Qin Haozhong doesn't have to stay in the cabinet.

Qin Haozhong returned to the mansion and saluted the soldiers in front of the door. In the gatehouse, there happened to be a manager Zhang. Seeing the sedan chair falling down, he hurried over to lift the curtain for Qin Haozhong and helped Qin Haozhong out of the sedan chair.

Qin Haozhong asked casually: "Has anyone been here today?"

"There is no important person, but in the morning, Xu Shuyu and Uncle Xu came!" Manager Zhang said as he served: "He didn't say anything, so we naturally didn't dare to ask more questions."

As he spoke, he arrived at the second party. Manager Zhang's father, the housekeeper, welcomed him. This was the old man in the mansion who grew up with Qin Haozhong. Although he was a servant, his relationship was different. He smiled at him and said, "You are also a seventy-year-old, so there is no need to do this. You can give more work to your son in the future!"

"Yes! This is the grace of the master!" The housekeeper Lao Zhang bowed and said, "Master, Uncle Xu will send you a gift for your 66th birthday. You should have a look."

Qin Haozhong was stunned. He was the prime minister, neither the clearest nor the clearest water was nor the same as greed. Greedy could easily cause trouble. Besides, his status and strength did not have to rely on "receiving gifts" to make a fortune.

Generally, the gifts are handled by the housekeeper Lao Zhang. If he wants to see them, the gifts are heavy and he will decide whether to return them.

When he arrived at the study, the butler took out the gift list. Just as he saw that Qin Haozhong frowned slightly

White fox fur, white marten fur, sable fur, Ruyi, rice paper, jade belt, Su silk, Dongzhu, deer antler, ginseng, and a complete set of gold and silver utensils and wine utensils, as well as a gold and gold

When Qin Haozhong saw this list, a sudden flash of inspiration and fell into deep thought.

The housekeeper was a little surprised. Although this order was a little bigger, it would not make the prime minister so serious!

It took Qin Haozhong a long time to wake up and asked, "How much does this order cost?"

"If you want to go back to the master, it will be about 100,000 silver dollars."

"One hundred thousand silver dollars!" Qin Hao moved in the center, and suddenly became brighter, and he asked casually: "Then how much money does the Xu family have?"

This question was ridiculous and rude. The housekeeper was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know, but the Xu family has been a count and has been a title for a hundred years. They have opened many businesses, and there are always tens of millions of silver dollars!"

Qin Haozhong heard this and put the list on it, saying, "Give me the Analects of Confucius given by the Emperor."

"Yes, Master!"

When the thin Analects of Confucius was brought, Qin Haozhong found a page as soon as he picked it up, reading: "Those who have a country and a family should not worry about being weak but not being equal, and not being anxious. No poverty or being uneasy. No poverty, no harmony or being peaceful, and not being in peace. Therefore, if people far away do not accept it, they will cultivate their literary virtues and come to them. Since they come, they will be at peace."

I suddenly understood completely in my heart.

Here, "not worrying about the lack of worries but not worrying about the inequality, not worrying about poverty but worrying about uneasiness" is not a worry about the gap between the rich and the poor in society, but the increasingly unbalanced distribution of strength between the court and the nobles.

The mere Xu family is just an earl and has only been passed down for a hundred years. With one move, it can be 100,000 silver dollars, and the family's wealth is at least tens of millions of silver dollars, let alone other noble families?

You should know that although the imperial court earned 95 million silver dollars, it was necessary to raise soldiers, officials, and scholars.

The real emperor owns only one million silver dollars every year, and there are other numbers

No wonder the emperor was worried about this gap. What is the difference between this and land annexation?
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