Chapter 97
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 97
Fang Jun walked to the shack where the child named Wei Ying lived.
There are too many victims in the shanty town. Most of these victims are illiterate farmers, lacking self-discipline, and suffering from hunger and cold.
In the snow, in the secret places before and after the shack, people's excrement is everywhere. Although it was the middle of winter at this time, it was snowing continuously, and the smell of these filth was minimized, and there was no fear of an outbreak of disease. But the eyes full of filth and pickles still made Fang Jun's chest churned and he wanted to vomit.
The group of onlookers didn't know what the noble man was going to do, so they didn't leave, they followed behind to watch the fun and whispered.
These shacks are all temporary constructions, the materials in the county are limited, and there is no human management, so they are extremely simple.
Not to mention sheltering from the wind, it is impossible to block the snow.
Many of the shacks are simply a shelf, covered with rags of straw mats, teetering in the cold wind.
The shed where Wei Ying hid was even worse.
There are several wooden poles of different lengths around to support a dilapidated straw mat, lying in the shed, you can see the sun, moon and stars in the sky. On the north side, a broken door is set up to block the cold wind, but the door is in the wind. Shaking, as if it would be blown over by the wind in the next moment.
In the shack of less than five or six square meters, seven or eight people were crowded, each occupying a corner, it seemed that there were several different families.
On the other hand, behind the only door that blocked the wind, there was a woman lying. Wei Ying was kneeling beside the woman, softly calling "Mother"...
I don't know if everyone saw that this woman pitifully gave her this place to block the wind, or that Zhao Laosi's selfish bastard grabbed this place.
The woman was thin and thin, lying on a worn-out straw mat, completely silent, but her slightly undulating abdomen made it known that she still had a breath.
"Mother, open your eyes and see, my son asked you for a rice ball... It's a pity that that bastard robbed you and ate half of it, but I robbed it again, this is what I asked for my mother... Mother... woo woo... hurry up and open your eyes, hurry up and eat... woo woo..."
Wei Ying shoved half of the filthy rice ball into the woman's mouth while crying.
The woman still didn't respond at all, as if she was in a coma.
Fang Jun sighed lightly, his eyes a little sour looking at this human tragedy.
Since ancient times, regardless of the change of dynasties, natural or man-made disasters, or suffering, it is the common people who are like ants.
Even the "wise and martial" His Majesty Li Er, why did he really take these people in his heart?The words he said and the attitude he expressed were just to stabilize his rule.
This is an era of absolutely no human rights.
The dignitaries, nobles, and noble families do not treat these ordinary people as human beings, and even these ordinary people themselves do not even consider themselves human...
This is the greatest sadness.
There was a commotion outside the shed.
Someone asked, "Who was the one who beat him, and did he ever get away?"
"No, in the shack over there."
"Quickly take someone to arrest this person, it's simply outrageous, to beat him so badly!"
After a while, Fang Jun heard footsteps behind him.
A servant went out, stopped the man, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Some is a new | Fengxian yamen, what kind of slave are you, and you dare to stop a from arresting a murderer, and you are also a party member?"
One shouted loudly.
The servant of the house said calmly: "This is a servant of the house, and my family's Erlang is in the shed. Then Zhao Laosi's death is more than enough, and my family's Erlang will report this to the county magistrate, so I don't bother you."
The yamen was slightly startled and asked, "But the court servant's house?"
The servant straightened his back and said proudly, "Of course!"
The yamen hadn't spoken yet, when he suddenly heard the clamor of the victims onlookers.
"Is that Xiao Langjun just now Fang Jia Erlang?"
"Er Ditian, no wonder it's so arrogant, it turned out to be Fang Erlang!"
"What, it's actually Lord Engong in person?"
"Everyone is here, it's Fang Erlang who is here..."
"Which Fangjiro?"
"You have enough time, and which Fang Erlang is naturally the one who gives advice to King Wu, forcing those big households to donate money and grain, so that we can have a meal of gruel a day!"
"What did you say? It's the benefactor, so I have to kowtow to the benefactor..."
When these victims heard that Fang Jun was here, they were all grateful for the way he had brought to life through his strategy of "Le Shi Ji Gong", and they ran out of their shacks and gathered together.
Fang Jun looked at the more and more disaster victims gathered, and his heart was mixed.
When the victims saw Fang Jun, they didn't know who started the head. Suddenly, there was a commotion like the wind blowing wheat waves. All the noisy people knelt down and kowtowed to Fang Jun.
"Thank you for the grace of your life..."
"Emperor's long life is a hundred years old, and the prince and prince are all generations..."
Hearing these compliments, and watching hundreds of people kowtow to him in thanks, Fang Jun only felt that blood rushed to the top of his head.
These ragged, yellow-faced and skinny victims in front of them are the best people in the world!
They don't care who is the emperor, no matter what the country's name is, they only have one of the most simple, simple and primitive extravagances - to eat enough!
Whoever keeps them full is a good emperor!
Whoever keeps them full is a good country!
Loyal and patriotic?
We don't understand, we only know that whoever gets eaten by me, I support whoever!
Perhaps, His Majesty Li Er is a good emperor who has fed more people for thousands of years, so the people support him!
Killing your brother to take the heir, forcing your father to abdicate?
no problem!
Killing his younger brother, taking his wife, and occupying his younger sister-in-law?
No problem!
As long as you keep me full, you are the emperor of the prosperous world and the emperor of the ages!
Anything about morality, etiquette, righteousness and shame is not as good as a bowl of food to survive!
So simple, so pure!
If His Majesty Li Er was like Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, he caused chaos in the world, and the people were in trouble, you can imagine how history would black him!
Fortunately, he has fed most of the common people, so all his stains and mistakes have become forgivable flaws.
You don't need to paint right and wrong in the history books, the people will speak for you...
Who is wrong?
This is the reason why His Majesty Li Er, who is extremely scumbag in morality, has become an emperor through the ages!
********
Suddenly there was a scream from behind.
"Mother...Mother, are you awake?"
Fang Jun looked back, but it was the woman who was awakened by the shocking voice of the victims, and was slowly opening her eyes.
Those eyes were cloudy and empty, as if they had no life.
But all of a sudden, these dead eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, and the woman suddenly got up from the straw mat with her strength from nowhere. She wanted to stand but couldn't, so she gritted her teeth and scattered With his hair down, he climbed to Fang Jun's feet.
The woman was crawling on the ground, her voice so weak that she could hardly hear it.
"Lang Jun... You are a saint with great joy and great compassion. The woman's life is not long, please take in my child... As long as you give him a bowl of rice to eat, even if you are a cow or a horse, a slave or a maid... You Well, take him in, or he'll end up starving here..."
This woman was already weak and weak, and she had been sick for a long time. When she said something, her tired pale face was sweating like rain, and she was panting.
At this time, Wei Ying also suddenly ran over and knelt down, hugged Fang Jun's thigh, raised a dirty little face, and cried and begged: "I beg you, save my mother, she is sick. It's very heavy, you can hire her a middle-aged man, okay? It won't cost much... As long as you save her, I will be your servant, a cow and a horse... I'm not too young, I can do anything , I have strength, and I eat less than others... I beg you..."
Fang Jun sighed, what else could he say?
He turned around and instructed his servant, "Bring the mother and son back to Zhuangzi, and hire a gentleman for this woman."
The woman was relieved, and suddenly fainted.
Wei Ying was startled and quickly hugged his mother.
(End of this chapter)
Fang Jun walked to the shack where the child named Wei Ying lived.
There are too many victims in the shanty town. Most of these victims are illiterate farmers, lacking self-discipline, and suffering from hunger and cold.
In the snow, in the secret places before and after the shack, people's excrement is everywhere. Although it was the middle of winter at this time, it was snowing continuously, and the smell of these filth was minimized, and there was no fear of an outbreak of disease. But the eyes full of filth and pickles still made Fang Jun's chest churned and he wanted to vomit.
The group of onlookers didn't know what the noble man was going to do, so they didn't leave, they followed behind to watch the fun and whispered.
These shacks are all temporary constructions, the materials in the county are limited, and there is no human management, so they are extremely simple.
Not to mention sheltering from the wind, it is impossible to block the snow.
Many of the shacks are simply a shelf, covered with rags of straw mats, teetering in the cold wind.
The shed where Wei Ying hid was even worse.
There are several wooden poles of different lengths around to support a dilapidated straw mat, lying in the shed, you can see the sun, moon and stars in the sky. On the north side, a broken door is set up to block the cold wind, but the door is in the wind. Shaking, as if it would be blown over by the wind in the next moment.
In the shack of less than five or six square meters, seven or eight people were crowded, each occupying a corner, it seemed that there were several different families.
On the other hand, behind the only door that blocked the wind, there was a woman lying. Wei Ying was kneeling beside the woman, softly calling "Mother"...
I don't know if everyone saw that this woman pitifully gave her this place to block the wind, or that Zhao Laosi's selfish bastard grabbed this place.
The woman was thin and thin, lying on a worn-out straw mat, completely silent, but her slightly undulating abdomen made it known that she still had a breath.
"Mother, open your eyes and see, my son asked you for a rice ball... It's a pity that that bastard robbed you and ate half of it, but I robbed it again, this is what I asked for my mother... Mother... woo woo... hurry up and open your eyes, hurry up and eat... woo woo..."
Wei Ying shoved half of the filthy rice ball into the woman's mouth while crying.
The woman still didn't respond at all, as if she was in a coma.
Fang Jun sighed lightly, his eyes a little sour looking at this human tragedy.
Since ancient times, regardless of the change of dynasties, natural or man-made disasters, or suffering, it is the common people who are like ants.
Even the "wise and martial" His Majesty Li Er, why did he really take these people in his heart?The words he said and the attitude he expressed were just to stabilize his rule.
This is an era of absolutely no human rights.
The dignitaries, nobles, and noble families do not treat these ordinary people as human beings, and even these ordinary people themselves do not even consider themselves human...
This is the greatest sadness.
There was a commotion outside the shed.
Someone asked, "Who was the one who beat him, and did he ever get away?"
"No, in the shack over there."
"Quickly take someone to arrest this person, it's simply outrageous, to beat him so badly!"
After a while, Fang Jun heard footsteps behind him.
A servant went out, stopped the man, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Some is a new | Fengxian yamen, what kind of slave are you, and you dare to stop a from arresting a murderer, and you are also a party member?"
One shouted loudly.
The servant of the house said calmly: "This is a servant of the house, and my family's Erlang is in the shed. Then Zhao Laosi's death is more than enough, and my family's Erlang will report this to the county magistrate, so I don't bother you."
The yamen was slightly startled and asked, "But the court servant's house?"
The servant straightened his back and said proudly, "Of course!"
The yamen hadn't spoken yet, when he suddenly heard the clamor of the victims onlookers.
"Is that Xiao Langjun just now Fang Jia Erlang?"
"Er Ditian, no wonder it's so arrogant, it turned out to be Fang Erlang!"
"What, it's actually Lord Engong in person?"
"Everyone is here, it's Fang Erlang who is here..."
"Which Fangjiro?"
"You have enough time, and which Fang Erlang is naturally the one who gives advice to King Wu, forcing those big households to donate money and grain, so that we can have a meal of gruel a day!"
"What did you say? It's the benefactor, so I have to kowtow to the benefactor..."
When these victims heard that Fang Jun was here, they were all grateful for the way he had brought to life through his strategy of "Le Shi Ji Gong", and they ran out of their shacks and gathered together.
Fang Jun looked at the more and more disaster victims gathered, and his heart was mixed.
When the victims saw Fang Jun, they didn't know who started the head. Suddenly, there was a commotion like the wind blowing wheat waves. All the noisy people knelt down and kowtowed to Fang Jun.
"Thank you for the grace of your life..."
"Emperor's long life is a hundred years old, and the prince and prince are all generations..."
Hearing these compliments, and watching hundreds of people kowtow to him in thanks, Fang Jun only felt that blood rushed to the top of his head.
These ragged, yellow-faced and skinny victims in front of them are the best people in the world!
They don't care who is the emperor, no matter what the country's name is, they only have one of the most simple, simple and primitive extravagances - to eat enough!
Whoever keeps them full is a good emperor!
Whoever keeps them full is a good country!
Loyal and patriotic?
We don't understand, we only know that whoever gets eaten by me, I support whoever!
Perhaps, His Majesty Li Er is a good emperor who has fed more people for thousands of years, so the people support him!
Killing your brother to take the heir, forcing your father to abdicate?
no problem!
Killing his younger brother, taking his wife, and occupying his younger sister-in-law?
No problem!
As long as you keep me full, you are the emperor of the prosperous world and the emperor of the ages!
Anything about morality, etiquette, righteousness and shame is not as good as a bowl of food to survive!
So simple, so pure!
If His Majesty Li Er was like Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, he caused chaos in the world, and the people were in trouble, you can imagine how history would black him!
Fortunately, he has fed most of the common people, so all his stains and mistakes have become forgivable flaws.
You don't need to paint right and wrong in the history books, the people will speak for you...
Who is wrong?
This is the reason why His Majesty Li Er, who is extremely scumbag in morality, has become an emperor through the ages!
********
Suddenly there was a scream from behind.
"Mother...Mother, are you awake?"
Fang Jun looked back, but it was the woman who was awakened by the shocking voice of the victims, and was slowly opening her eyes.
Those eyes were cloudy and empty, as if they had no life.
But all of a sudden, these dead eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, and the woman suddenly got up from the straw mat with her strength from nowhere. She wanted to stand but couldn't, so she gritted her teeth and scattered With his hair down, he climbed to Fang Jun's feet.
The woman was crawling on the ground, her voice so weak that she could hardly hear it.
"Lang Jun... You are a saint with great joy and great compassion. The woman's life is not long, please take in my child... As long as you give him a bowl of rice to eat, even if you are a cow or a horse, a slave or a maid... You Well, take him in, or he'll end up starving here..."
This woman was already weak and weak, and she had been sick for a long time. When she said something, her tired pale face was sweating like rain, and she was panting.
At this time, Wei Ying also suddenly ran over and knelt down, hugged Fang Jun's thigh, raised a dirty little face, and cried and begged: "I beg you, save my mother, she is sick. It's very heavy, you can hire her a middle-aged man, okay? It won't cost much... As long as you save her, I will be your servant, a cow and a horse... I'm not too young, I can do anything , I have strength, and I eat less than others... I beg you..."
Fang Jun sighed, what else could he say?
He turned around and instructed his servant, "Bring the mother and son back to Zhuangzi, and hire a gentleman for this woman."
The woman was relieved, and suddenly fainted.
Wei Ying was startled and quickly hugged his mother.
(End of this chapter)
