In the evening, Chang Yu woke up, opened the window and watched the sunset. He washed his face with water and felt refreshed.
The guards got up one after another to wash up, and the store had prepared meals. The Shandong steamed buns had meat and vegetables and soup. They were far more delicious than the dry army rations. Everyone devoured them.
"Did the monk get beaten when he went out to beg for alms?" Chang Yu asked in confusion when he saw the bruises on Hai Hong's face. The monk smiled slightly and said, "I fell down."
"Where did you fall? Can..." Chang Yu asked curiously, but his eyes accidentally glanced at Wuzhong, and he understood in his heart, "The monk's kick was not light, it broke the stone."
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Monk Haihong shook his head: "It can't be said, it can't be said."
If you don't tell me, I won't ask. I'll go back and ask the question. Chang Yu stopped talking and concentrated on eating.
When the sun was setting, Chang Yu and his entourage left the shop and threw ten taels of silver to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper watched them disappear with great gratitude.
That's right, ten taels of silver, two meals for more than sixty people, an afternoon's sleep, and two meals of feed for the war horses. Just like that, the store owner felt that he had made a lot of money.
As we walked south from Tai'an to Ma Pingchuan, we were no longer afraid of thieves blocking the road, and even some thieves couldn't bear their sprint, so we did not hesitate to choose to enjoy the cool weather at night and travel on our way.
"Master, are you grinding your teeth?" Chang Yu quickly caught up with Wuzhong and asked with a smile.
"What are you talking about, sir?" Wuzhong looked confused.
"Pretend, pretend as hard as you can" Chang Yu curled his lips.
"What are you talking about, sir?" Master Wu already had an impatient look on his face: "Oh, I'll go, I'm just pretending." Chang Yu rolled his eyes: "Isn't it time for me to be so awesome and coaxing today?"
"Sir, what are you talking about?" Wuzhong had anger on his face.
Damn it! Chang Yu cursed and galloped to catch up with Li Muchian: "Taoist priest, our family has decided, and the big family still has to eat."
Li Muchian's expression suddenly turned bitter and he frowned: "My lord, think twice."
"We were thinking about it before we went to bed, and we were thinking about it even when we were asleep. When we woke up, we thought about it for a while, and it was time to think twice." Chang Yu said with a smile, but Li Muchian didn't want to smile playfully with him, and looked solemn: "The consequences are too involved at this time, sir."
"Whether we send someone back to Beijing to discuss it with the emperor in advance will at least make the emperor more prepared, so that he will not be in a hurry to deal with it when the time comes."
"That's right." Chang Yu pondered for a moment, and then one of the guards whispered for a while, and then the guard rode back to Tai'an City to notify the Jinyi Guards in the city to report back to the capital.
"There are so many wealthy families in the world, why do you insist on eating from this one?" It is obvious that Li Muxian has been resisting Chang Yu's decision from the bottom of his heart.
"Because he is the richest man in the world, and he can't swallow this breath without eating." Chang Yu raised his head and looked at the bright starry sky: "How can such a good thing happen if you only eat and don't spit out the world?"
"But how do you plan to eat? If you open your mouth and bite, you will definitely poke a big basket. You will be very passive." Li Muxian said worriedly. Chang Yu looked at him and said, "We thought about it, and the people we rely on are only the mouths of the world's scholars. To put it bluntly,
The only thing is to create momentum through public opinion, but if we can strike first to create public opinion, and then fight back and then eat it, it will be easy to save."
"I'd like to hear from you, sir," Li Muxian raised his eyebrows, and Chang Yu explained his general plan.
After a long while, Li Muxian sighed: "Since you are determined to eat, let's try our luck. Maybe the other party has the intention of losing money and avoiding disaster, and will not intensify the conflict with you."
"Our family thinks so too. The worst case scenario is that everything will be dead in the end. It's worth it if I and a eunuch can defeat his thousand-year-old wealthy family!" Chang Yu sneered. Li Muchian smiled bitterly and shook his head. One is the pillar of the country, and the other is the foundation of the country. If we really fight,
The emperor must have had enough headaches.
Those who could be called a wealthy family by Chang Yu were by no means ordinary wealthy businessmen, and there were only a few in the whole of Shandong. However, he was also afraid that there was only one family in the whole country that could be called a wealthy family with a history of thousands of years: Qufu Yanshenggong Mansion.
In terms of power, he may not be as powerful as the emperor's relatives, princes and generals, but in terms of power, all the literati and poets in the world are his disciples. Even the emperor respects him as Yanshenggong. A single holy word can stand shoulder to shoulder with the emperor. In addition, there is Fu Jia.
Don’t think that the wealth of the world is fat enough for those feudal kings. It is not enough in front of him. More importantly, his position is irreplaceable and unshakable. No matter who wants to offend him, there is no need for me to say a word. Big v
The official media and self-media can beat you to pieces and never get over it.
This is what Li Muxian is worried about.
But the little eunuch is a stubborn donkey. He can't hold his breath. Why?
Why do seventy-six generations of domestic slaves and twenty-seven dynasty ministers enjoy such super treatment?
Why do they enjoy such great wealth despite not contributing to the imperial court?
Why can you eat the king's salary but not be able to do anything when the country is in crisis?
Although the imperial court also maintains a bunch of useless nobles, most of their ancestors were founding heroes and served in the defense of the country. What about the Duke Yansheng's Mansion?
Just because they are descendants of Confucius, just because their surname is Confucius?
My fucking surname is Chang!
It was less than two hundred miles from Tai'an to Qufu. Chang Yu spent two days traveling day and night. In the early morning of the second day, he arrived five miles north of Qufu city and found a forest to unload and repair his saddle.
After traveling all night, the guards fell asleep due to exhaustion. Chang Yu was extremely energetic and did not feel sleepy. He stared at Qufu County in the distance in silence.
"Shenggong Ruona Yan is not easy to talk to. To avoid future troubles, I will help you kill him." Su Jing appeared beside him at some unknown time and said harshly in a low voice.
Chang Yu was frightened by her: "Don't talk crazy, this person can't be killed."
"Didn't your Excellency say that he is a seventy-sixth generation domestic slave? It would be a pity to kill such a villain just for the sake of fame and reputation?" Sujing snorted coldly, and Chang Yu was startled: "This governor told you these words
What?"
Su Jing's eyes were a little erratic: "The monk can eavesdrop, but I can't eavesdrop?"
Hey! Chang Yu was speechless. The monk still has this hobby.
Qufu, the hometown of Confucius, is an old county town, but it is also a young county town.
Because during the Zhengde period, brothers Liu Liu and Liu Qi from Hebei rebelled and "broke Qufu, destroyed hundreds of official temples and residences, and turned the county into a ruin." Emperor Wuzong ordered a new city to be built in the southwest of the old city of Lu with the Confucius Temple as the center, which is the city of Qufu in front of him.
Even before the Zhengde period, the Duke Yansheng's Mansion was not located within the city of Qufu, but ten miles outside the city. During the Jiajing period, in order to protect the Confucius Temple in the Confucius Palace, orders were ordered to be moved to the city to defend the temple. It took ten years to build a new city, build high walls, and dig deep rivers.
, and also played a certain protective role when the Qing army entered Shandong twice.
"Walk with the Governor" Chang Yu couldn't sleep, so there was a village in the distance, so he and Sujing rode there.
The village is as dilapidated as usual, and most of the villagers are sallow and skinny and not fully clothed. Many people in later generations must have seen old photos of the late Qing Dynasty on the Internet. The poor people in them are what they look like in front of them.
Extremely poor, extremely miserable.
The two of them visited three villages within a radius of more than ten miles, and they were all very similar.
Perhaps Li Muxian's profession could come in handy. Chang Yu strolled back, woke up Li Muxian who was snoring under the tree, and whispered for a while.
"This is exactly what Pindao is good at." Li Muchian jumped up.
"If not, why would our family value you so much and care so little about you?" Chang Yu patted her shoulder, and Li Muchian looked proud: "Leave this matter to the poor man, sir, just rest here and wait for good news.
He is sure to make the city full of trouble."
"Then it's Taoist Priest's fault." Chang Yu cupped his hands, and then Sujing took a step forward: "I'm responsible for this!"
Well, Chang Yu and Li Muchian were stunned: "This is not murder..."
"Who said I can only kill people?" Su Jing snorted: "I have been in the world for a few years in vain. I am not familiar with this kind of thing."
"Hey, if we really have so many helpers, I would be much more relaxed." Li Muchian smiled.
"It's also considered a poor monk." At some point, Monk Hai Hong came over. The three of them were startled. Su Jing and Li Muchian both looked at Chang Yu.
"Great monk, monks don't lie, but this is...ahem, this job is not suitable for a monk." Chang Yu smiled awkwardly.
"Buddha can cut his flesh and feed it to eagles, but it doesn't matter if a poor monk goes to tongue-pulling hell for the sake of the world. What's more, what the adults say seems quite reasonable and can't be considered a lie." Haihong looked serious.
"That's the case, then it's all your fault." Chang Yu is actually very afraid of chatting with Haihong. This monk is very talkative. Come on, since you monks and nuns want to work together to do something, then go ahead. Maybe you will be criticized.