The girl in yellow took Zhang Heng's hand: "A single tree is a tree, two trees are a forest, and three trees are a forest. It is because there are too many people like you that we have been unable to fight and have been humiliated."
Feel the softness of your arms.
Zhang Heng calmly withdrew his hand: "Just stand and say it, no need to move your hands or feet."
"Taoist Master, you are too cold."
The woman in yellow looked full of hatred: "You are the indifferent and numb Chinese in Mr. Lu's writings. Seeing you, I understand the significance of this trip even more. I am willing to use my blood to awaken your conscience, if...
..”
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will kick you out."
Zhang Heng was speechless: "I know you have high aspirations and your hearts are aligned with heaven."
"But we are not from the same place. I respect you as forerunners and am willing to send you my sincere blessings, but you don't have to drag me in. You just have to listen and I will listen. We have different paths and we don't want to conspire against each other."
"And I don't think you can accomplish anything. Throughout the ages, only those who hold the barrel of a gun have the right to speak, not the pen. If you make a fuss, you will get results. Didn't the deaths of the Six Gentlemen of 1898 be in vain?
"
Zhang Heng said earnestly: "Those who can really change this country are those who hold the barrel of a gun and have big ambitions, courage, and a big pattern."
"It's not you, and it's not me."
"In my opinion, you should go home and have more children and trees. This is more effective than protest marches."
Have more children and more trees?
The two girls looked at Zhang Heng as if they were an idiot.
They are progressive students who want to do the greatest things. How can they be compared with ordinary women who can only give birth to children?
But they didn't know that the man in front of them, whom they hated, had rented tens of thousands of acres of land under his name to tenant farmers who had no land for farming at a very low price.
At the same time, he is also planning to build a factory. Once the factory is completed in the future, it will directly create tens of thousands of jobs, indirectly feed 100,000 people, and boost the economic foundation of a county.
Industry will prosper the country, but empty talk will harm the country.
Do they understand? They don’t understand.
...not speculative...
The two little girls sat aside and sulked.
Zhang Heng ignored them as they had different beliefs. He didn't think that he could change their minds just by saying a few words.
This is unrealistic, and there is no superior or inferior belief, nor is it right or wrong.
Zhang Heng's ideas may not be suitable for others, and other people's ideas may not be suitable for him.
It's enough that I have no regrets as I go all the way.
The next afternoon.
After two days and one night of driving, we arrived at Tianjing Station.
Since being labeled as ignorant and insensitive, the two girls have never spoken to him again.
Just when he thought the silence would last, before getting off the bus, the girl in white came to him: "Taoist priest, this is the fare for the two of us. Although we are not the same travelers, I look forward to the day when you wake up."
one day."
Without waiting for Zhang Heng's reply, the girl in white put down her money and ran away.
Looking at her back and the girl in yellow who was walking in front and waving goodbye, Zhang Heng murmured to himself: "Blessings are immeasurable, God will save all people with good intentions, good men, and good women, so that they will not touch her." Evil consequences, no evil deeds..."
In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and it is difficult to calm down.
If this world was a normal world, maybe he would join the battlefield and drink from the rivers.
Or maybe science and technology will rejuvenate the country and industry will save the country.
Unfortunately, this is not a normal world.
"You're a little confused."
"I know..."
Zhang Heng leaned on a bamboo pole and carried a bamboo basket on his back: "You know, I can actually do more. If I don't care about life and death and go all out to do it, I can even change this era."
"Then what?"
"Yeah, what next?"
Zhang Heng's eyes seemed to reflect mountains and rivers.
Live forever, live forever.
Zhang Heng withdrew his gaze, tapped the bamboo pole on the floor tiles, and muttered something.
"The Supreme Taoist Treasure, I wish all living beings to always serve the Heavenly Lord and escape reincarnation forever."
"The supreme sutra treasure, I wish all living beings to hear the true Dharma in all their lifetimes."
"Supreme Master Treasure, I wish all living beings to learn the best and not fall into wrong views..."
noon.
Zhang Heng found an inn to stay, and then went to the telegraph office to send a telegram to his hometown.
The content of the telegram was very simple, with only a few sentences: I have arrived in Tianjing. If there is any emergency, please call the Tianjing Telegraph Bureau and hand it over to me... Signed to: Zhang Heng.
"Little brother, if there is a telegram from Yangjiang County, please go to the inn opposite Zhengyangchun and hand it over to me. My name is Zhang Heng. If you come, your trip will not be in vain."
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he suppressed two ocean coins.
...
afternoon.
"Mr. Zhang, I have your telegram. As soon as it was sent, I ran all the way to deliver it to you. You can touch it. The ink on it is not dry yet."
Money makes things easier.
The young man working at the telegraph office came forward with a diligent look on his face and a very enthusiastic attitude.
"Thank you for your hard work. The duck across the street is good. Go try it."
Zhang Heng took the telegram with one hand and handed over three ocean dollars at the same time.
"You are busy. If there is a telegram later, I will send it to you as quickly as possible."
The young man nodded and walked away.
Zhang Heng waited for him to leave, closed the door, opened the telegram and started reading.
There was not one telegram, but two.
The first one was from Zhang Zhenhu.
In order to save space, the content is written in classical Chinese, and the general meaning is this.
...After Zhang Heng left, I heard that he left Yangjiang and went to other places.
The gentry in Yangjiang were somewhat active, and they worked together in the name of collecting grain and refused to supply grain to the grain store under Zhang Heng's name.
Why is this happening?
Because everything has pros and cons, Zhang Heng bought land some time ago and rented the land at a low price to tenant farmers who had no land to farm. This took care of ordinary people, but also caused these gentry to suffer a lot of losses.
Let’s take the simplest example.
Zhang Heng's land only costs 40% of the rent, while other people's land requires 70% or even 80%.
In the past, I had no choice but to rent at 70% or 80%.
Now that there is Zhang Heng, the tenant farmers also say: "Look, why does your land require 80% rent? Mr. Zhang only charges 40%. You have to reduce it to 20%, otherwise I will not rent your land."
, I’ll rent the land from Mr. Zhang’s house.”
One or two people say this, and the gentry whose families have thousands of acres of fertile land don't care.
But everyone said this, and the gentry had to bow their heads, and they did not dare to let all the tenant farmers run away.
Therefore, the current land leases in Jiangyang County are mostly around 60%, which is 10% or 20% less than before.
This means that there is less land rent and more benefits for the people. The less is the loss of the landlords.
When Zhang Heng was here, no one dared to say anything.
Now that Zhang Heng is away, everyone has their own thoughts. I won't fight with you face to face, but will fight with you on the opposite side.
I won’t give you the head office where Zhang’s grain store sells grain, right?
As a result, the grain stores began to run out of food, and grain prices rose. In the end, the 10% of land rent lost by the landlords would have to be made up for by the rising grain prices.
Of course, there is no right or wrong.
The umbrella seller wishes for rain, and the fan seller wishes for sunny weather.
Which of them was wrong?
No one is right, it's just that the position they stand in is different.
Zhang Heng had long known that this day would come, but rather than mingle with the gentry and bully the people together, he would rather side with the ordinary people and let a few more people have enough to eat.
These days, it’s really hard to have enough to eat.