Chapter 13 The Small Town Tibetan Great Confucianism
There is no heating equipment in the empty living room.
It stands to reason that if they can distribute steamed buns twice a month throughout the winter, the Wang family must not be unable to light a stove. But why, as a big family, the living room where they show their face to others does not even have a stove.
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Butler Wang next to him, although the big cotton shoes on his feet were as thick as stones, he couldn't help but tap his feet lightly.
On the other hand, the head of the Wang family wore thin clothes, but there was no hint of coldness at all.
"Chief Wang, then the Wang family only distributes steamed buns to the first 100 people every month. This matter should have some profound meaning?" Xiao Chen sat on the chair and said calmly.
"An ancient saying goes: If you live high in a temple, you worry about its people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king. Although my Wang family is just an ordinary citizen of the Ming Dynasty, I cannot see the residents of Qinghedian being so poisoned."
"The steamed buns are given out to the first 100 people, which is a last resort. I just want to let everyone understand that only by working hard to be in front can you get something that others cannot have."
"Has the Royal Patriarch ever thought that there might be a fight or a fight for the first one hundred spots? Is this what the Royal Patriarch wants to see?" Xiao Chen frowned slightly.
The royal family leader stood up, put his hands on his back, and slowly walked to the door of the living room.
"In this life of a person, who is not fighting against the sky, the earth, and the people? If we are content with the status quo and look forward to the coming food, the fighting spirit of our people in the Ming Dynasty will be completely wiped out bit by bit. With these first hundred
I just want them to fight for the quota. I want them to understand that if you are not strong, you will only be stepped on by others."
Under the winter sun, the emaciated figure of the royal patriarch looked unusually tall as he was pulled away.
"Chief Wang has good intentions, but how many people can truly understand you? I have heard many people in the town talking about how you only distributed the buns to the first hundred people because you wanted to imitate Zhang Shanren and win a good one.
I have a good reputation, but I don’t want to really give it to everyone.”
Xiao Chen said with a smile.
"As the saying goes, the pure will become clear from themselves, and the turbid will become turbid from themselves. Then again, after death, what is the difference between being famous for a lifetime and being unknown?"
Patriarch Wang turned around and looked at Xiao Chen quietly with his deep eyes.
Looking at the thin face of the royal family leader, Xiao Chen silently felt a sense of admiration in his heart.
He stood up and raised his fists respectfully: "Listening to your words is better than ten years of reading. I have learned from you. I guess this cold living room was deliberately made by the royal family leader?"
The royal family leader nodded, walked up to the vigorous and powerful calligraphy picture, and looked up.
"Although the Wang family, compared to other residents in the town, has no worries about food and clothing, and lives a better life. But this cannot be a reason for the people to be lazy. Goshawks cannot fly out of the greenhouse, and we, the Wang family, dare not slack off."
The whispers uttered from the emaciated body of the royal family leader seemed unusually sonorous and powerful.
"The patriarch of the royal family, isn't he from Qinghe Inn?" Xiao Chen asked with a smile.
The first thing that can make him smile is the person he wants to protect, such as San'er. The second is the person who impresses him, like the royal family leader in front of him.
In the past, I had been treating everything around me indifferently. Even every mission I performed was done as a last resort due to my position. Everything was just to make a living.
However, the royal family leader in front of him, who did not hold any official position in the imperial court, could care about the people of the world and use his own efforts to awaken the people around him. This fact made Xiao Chen feel a little ashamed.
"My ancestral home is Linyi." The royal family leader said calmly.
"Linyi? It's a long way from the capital. Why would the head of the royal family come to live in Qinghedian?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but become more curious about the origins of the Wang family.
"Linyi is quite far away, isn't it? That's just the ancestral home of my Wang family. We moved to the capital from Hangzhou. By the way, it wasn't the capital at that time, it was called Yanjing." The royal family leader turned around and said with a chuckle.
"Yanjing? Did you move here when you were the emperor or King Yan?"
"Yes, decades have passed in the blink of an eye. At that time, I was still as young as you, and now, I am almost octogenarian." The royal family leader chuckled.
Even so, there is no hint of decadence in it.
The thin body and back are straight. Like a flag, although it is fluttering in the wind, the flagpole remains firm and motionless.
Looking at the figure of the royal family leader, Xiao Chen stood in awe.
"The royal family chief cares about the people of Li and has such a strict family tradition. It would be a waste of talent if he does not seek an official position in the court." Xiao Chen said sincerely.
"No, no, no." The head of the royal family shook his head, "The family motto of the Wang family is never to serve as an official in the court. As a layman, you may be able to do a few things, but if you become an official, you will be restricted everywhere. Examples before How many of the honest officials in several dynasties will end up well? Instead of going against my own will and becoming a foolish official, I, Wang Changlian, would rather be a commoner and live in poverty in this world."
The entire living room was silent, and Xiao Chen didn't know how to answer the words of the royal family leader.
This seemingly abhorrent attitude towards officialdom deeply expresses the helplessness in the heart of the royal family leader.
Not only the royal family leader was helpless, but Xiao Chen himself was also helpless.
Looking at the officialdom of the world, except for the emperor, no one else can influence its atmosphere.
Even the emperor must go through many years of hard work to bring order to the chaos, and perhaps the entire officialdom can be brought to a clean state.
After being silent for a long time, Xiao Chen spoke up: "Clan Chief Wang, actually there is one more thing I want to ask you when I come here this time."
"What's the matter? Please tell me."
"Ordinary people in Qinghe store will definitely not know about this matter, so I can only visit you. Of course, if you are taboo, you don't have to say it. Of course, I don't want Zhang Shanren to appear again in Qinghe store. The ending." Xiao Chen straightened his body and said seriously.
"Ask me. If someone wants me to die, they won't let me go just because I say less."
The royal family leader turned around, with a kind of indifference in his deep eyes.
"It is said that Shanshan Zhang has interacted with people from the government. Every time that person comes, he will sit in a sedan chair and be protected by guards riding court horses. Chief of the Royal Family, do you know who this person is?"
"If you are riding a military horse, you must be someone in the army. If you are riding a sedan, it is either to deceive others, or if you don't know how to ride a horse at all, then you are a civil servant. Are you satisfied with my answer like this?" The royal family chief smiled lightly, There are indescribable meanings hidden in the words.
Xiao Chen shook his head: "I can't say I'm satisfied, but I still want to thank the royal family leader for the finishing touch. I've been interrupting you for a long time, so I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the living room door in a few steps.
"Recently, a man in black often appears in the Qinghe store with a sword on his back. The knight holds a sword in his hand. He must be someone with special skills. Don't you want to meet him?"
Behind him, Butler Wang, who had never spoken a word after entering the living room, suddenly said something.
Xiao Chen's raised right leg stopped suddenly in the air.
