. "Haha..." The old man was amused by him, but he was still reserved and did not speak. The person in charge of the side couldn't help saying: "You old man, you can't make a fuss. If you don't tell me, I'll tell you for you!"

He smiled silently, "In this way, you can sit down, let's drink and talk."

The shopkeeper sat down without hesitation, poured himself a cup of "October White" and started talking... It turned out that the old man was from Kunshan County, named Wei Youtian, with children and daughters. He had land in his family, and was originally a family of middle and beautiful. However, there were unexpected events in nature, and he was only a bad person to think of it. Sun Wu, a rogue in the same county, falsely claimed that Wei's land was "his own business" and dedicated it to the wealthy and noble family. The Wei family naturally dissatisfied and sued the government. Who knew that the county magistrate also flattered the wealthy and won the land to the noble family (not seen here)

There are two types of offerings. One is self-promotion, and the other is a false offering. The former still has the intention of protecting itself. The latter is a traitor who clings to power and seeks credit for rewards. They use the land of a master, liars or unowners, to be a noble official as a family member, slave, and a village head. Relying on the power of the noble official family, colludes with the government and harm the people, which is very hateful!

The Wei family was completely unintentional, so their three sons naturally refused to accept it. They threatened to defend their family business to the death, and repelled the person who came to take over several times, which eventually caused a huge disaster. Dozens of officials came and killed one on the spot, and the other two were captured and put into prison. The old man's wife died with a heartache, leaving only the father and daughter, and was expelled from Kunshan and allowed to fend for themselves.

When the shopkeeper talked about this, the old man was already in tears. He took the conversation with a sob and said, "I have been here the day before yesterday. Thanks to the shopkeeper's kindness, I allowed my father and daughter to perform here." After the prelude of Yang, my daughter opened her red lips and sang: "Sing a sound of red flowers, and occasionally walking leisurely. Trying around to see the world's feelings, running around and driving the dust. I will get up carefully. Although the poor and humble are the same as grass, wealth and honor are ultimately clouds. Those who suffer misfortunes may not be blessed. Those who receive misfortunes may not be a blessing. The news of the times and changes with the world are all a dream." Sure enough, a sweep of worries and thoughts are heavy, and the pure and beautiful fireworks are not in the world... Although the silent couple has heard many Kunqu operas, they all have to be set off by the gongs and drums. And it looks a little straight and unrhymeless, but I have never heard of a cappella singing, so it can be so relaxed and gentle, clear and distant. It makes people more beautiful and refreshing, and they become addicted to it unconsciously.

That night, the couple rested in a hotel near the clear river.

The lamp was like beans, and she sat in front of the window with her clothes. She tapped the windowsill with her hands, hummed the lyrics in her mouth and said, "I laugh at you for driving Ronggui. Or are they him?"

I laughed at me running around in the dust. Finally, we are us. I remember the words of fishermen and woodcutters in ancient times.' It seems that I am still immersed in the flowing and distant water grinding cavity.

After a day of traveling, Ruohan was a little tired and leaned against the head of the bed and chuckled, "If my husband likes it, why don't we invite Weiliangfu from Taicang to Suzhou and ask him to sing it to you every day." After asking, I found out that the father and daughter were singing Weiliangfu's newly modified water mushroom singing style, which is currently only circulated in Taicang and has been circulated in Kunshan.

"Weiliangfu is not an ordinary opera singer." I couldn't help but laugh and said, "I heard Gui Youguang say that he was a Jinshi in the fifth year of Jiaqing and became the fifth governor of Shandong. After retiring, he lingered in Liyuan and determined to reform the Kunshan accent." He said, "I saw that he was going to call him "Master", how dare I ask him to issue it?"

Ruohan said in surprise: "There is such a strange person like Jing? I thought..." He felt that the following words were abrupt, so he stopped talking.

But the couple was in the same mood. After hearing the first half of the sentence, Xi Mo knew what she was going to say later and said, "Did you think that officials make money when they are in power, and don't build a garden at night after retirement?" Ruohan said with a sweet tongue: "I didn't say that." As he said, he said, "It can't be said so absolutely. For example, when Hai Rui was in power, he didn't make money when he was in power; Wei Liangfu did not build a garden after retirement."

Chen Shu shook his head and smiled, "You can't generalize it by any means. In fact, if you open the sixteenth, you open the sixteenth, you will have the same virtue." He said, "Hey, you sang well in the opera,'

There are thousands of houses in your home, only three feet wide to sleep, and thousands of hectares of fertile land in your home, and you can only eat three meals a day. Why do you think those people in the world don’t know what to stop?”

Ruohan whispered: "My husband is thinking about the Xu family."

Silent smiled bitterly and scratched his head, lay down on the bed and said, "This is something I am not right, I can make things difficult for myself."

Ruohan leaned over and gently rubbed the sun for him and said, "I know that my husband has the beauty of heaven and earth, and his heart is filled with the country and the people. He refuses to just join in the rivers and the people."

"Those who don't know me say what I want, and those who know me say I am worried." Silently felt the softness of his wife, but with a faint sadness on her face, "The righteous one can even destroy their relatives, but the most greedy Xu family is really disgusting and discouraged like eating a fly!"

"Why'" Ruohan asked softly: "Can you never be enemies of Mr. Xu?"

Chen Si nodded slowly, closed his eyes and said, "What can I do if the heaven, earth, the king, the teacher, the general things? Everyone can do with Mr. Xu, I am silent but not able." He sighed and said, "In this officialdom, I can be a hypocrite, but not a real villain!" Seeing his husband's entangled look, Ruohan hugged him tightly with heartache, trying to share his pain as much as possible, and murmured softly: "When will Zhang Han go back to his hometown to retire? You and my husband want to farm and weave men. How good it is to have children..."

The silent depression was only a moment. He didn't want to convey negativeness to his lover, so he smiled with a slight smile: "When I say that I have children, I think it's time for the talons to hold on." He began to tug in with both hands.

The man, Ruohan moaned secretly, "Just 16 just now, I came to 16 so sad like a child who lost a kite. Why is it like this in the blink of an eye?" He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why, have you figured it out?"

"I figured it out." Chen Si smiled greedily, "As the teachings of his wife, fame and fortune are like clouds. How can you know the joy of fish? I am not me, how can you know the joy of fish and water? "Hate^" Ruohan was so shy that he was teasing. He glanced at the red candle and said, "Let's turn off the lights first."

"It's too late!" The silent ghost screamed, and when the waves turned red, King Xiang met with a goddess.

The next morning, he set off to leave this gentle water town and returned to Suzhou City. On the way, he was silent and ordered Tiezhu to take his handwriting and mail it to the Kunshan County Magistrate Zhu Ganshou to meet him. As soon as he returned to Suzhou City, before he could sit firmly in the signing room, Wang Yongji hurriedly came over and said, "Overall, the food is gone."

"What?" The silence was shocked and said in a panic: "Why didn't it?!" Thanks to the troubles of the past few days. He couldn't listen to these four people the most.

Wang Yongji said, "I've finished eating, there are too many victims, and the 20,000 stones you gave are already gone."

"Damn, I was scared." Simon sat down, cursed Sixteen, and then came to Sixteen, and said, "Speak more accurately in the future. Do you know if I am timid?"

"Haha..." Wang Yongji laughed dryly, thinking that you are timid and you dare to disturb others if you dare. Then you are not brave enough, so he said, "Sir, you have to make some more food."

"How much food has you eaten?" Silence disturbed his cheeks. What officials are most willing to do is to provide relief to local disaster victims, and what they are most unwilling to do is to provide relief to local disaster victims in other places. Because the former can be legitimately allowed local gentry to donate, and can also ask superiors for tax reduction and exemption of taxes and allocate disaster relief grains. All of these are squeaking oil.

But it is very different to the victims in other places on the stalls... The people of your own have not suffered disasters, and you will not do any rituals without donating their faces. The superiors also exempt you from taxes, and the grains of disaster relief are also cut off. If you use the grain from the Yi Cang to provide relief, the people will still be unhappy and say, "That is our life-saving food." It can be said that it is thankful, and there are no people inside and outside.

It's a tangle... and the northern disaster victims in Suzhou City have been in Panheng for three months, which means that the silence has been supporting them for 100 days. After reading the relief books, they have eaten 100,000 stones of grain. This is a loss, Suzhou, but if it is an ordinary Zhongxia Mansion, it will be eaten up directly.

But the white food is all money! This is particularly profound for the silence after the 'food crisis this spring'. He felt distressed and said with a grief: "The landlord's family has no surplus food. Do you have to fill this hole all the time?"

"It seems like this," Wang Yongji said: "When Lord Chonggu was in power last year, he raised those people for a year. Finally, Dongli couldn't stand it, so she gave them the autumn harvest food and let them go back to celebrate the New Year."

"What's the result?" Chen Si looked at him with a slanted eye.

"As a result, I went back for the New Year. Is this year back?" Wang Yongji said with a wry smile.

"Damn, I'm not stupid." Chen Si scolded Yi Sheng: "It really embarrasses the people of Shanxi."

Wang Yongji smiled and said, "Do you want to approve it?"

"Oh." The snake demon picked up his pen and stopped again, "I can't raise idle people. I couldn't help but raise it in vain a few days ago. Now that I'm settled down, I can't find a way to find some work for these people?"

"The factory county in Chengli is generally in full swing, and the locals have no work to do it." Wang Yongji said: "Besides, mechanics are all skilled in their work. Those who are rough-handed and sturdy in the north cannot do it at all."

"No, look at it." Chen Si had long discovered that in this tendency, the people of Jiangnan in this era had an extremely superior sense of superiority, looked down on the northerners, the Bashu people, the Fujian people, and the people, and even the people of the northwest and southwests. It can be said that there is nothing that can be looked down on except for the light of Jiangxi Lake.

Of course, Chen Si also agreed that people do have this capital. Before the Japanese riots, the taxes paid in Jiangsu and Zhejiang accounted for 70% of the country. Now that the Japanese riots are in trouble, Jiangnan is unable to take care of themselves, and the court's finances are immediately in a dilemma. No wonder they say that they would rather be an Yangtze River dog than a Yellow River person. The gap is too big.

After thinking about it, he said silently: "It is not a solution to continue like this. Choose a sample and don't give the grain first. Please find Gui Youguang, let us take a total of three of us to see if we can find a job for them." Undoubtedly, he thought of that era. To promote employment and stimulate the "Jidibi" and the government will build a large-scale project. Although the times are different, some methods are suitable for both ancient and modern times.
Chapter completed!