Chapter 547 Sound
Walking on the streets of Suzhou City, a faint scent of osmanthus lingers in your nose.
It was a little cold in the morning and evening, so I had to put on more clothes. Jiang Qingzhi felt much better. He walked around the yard for half an hour last night in a single layer of clothes, and when he woke up in the morning, his nose was a little stuffy.
The vendors selling breakfast on the street were shouting loudly, selling fried cakes, thin noodles, and buns... When the steamer was opened, the steaming buns looked grayish white, which reminded Jiang Qingzhi of the unnaturally white buns and steamed buns in later generations.
The more beautiful something is, the worse it is in essence... at least that's true for the human body. For example, steamed buns that are too white, noodles that are too soft, and food that has been stored for a long time but still does not go bad...
The closer the material is to the food itself, the better.
This was Jiang Qingzhi's realization after having been in Ming Dynasty for a long time.
Here, everything is made from the most essential ingredients, for example, whole wheat pasta, which you have to pay extra to buy in later generations, is everywhere here. And it is guaranteed to be pure whole wheat, without any technology or hard work.
To be honest, most whole-wheat foods of later generations have some tricks. Real whole-wheat foods can make you roll your eyes... and make your throat hurt.
"What's the filling?" Jiang Qingzhi asked as he found a small stall and sat down.
The stall owner was a woman. She deftly took out two buns from the steamer, put them on a plate, handed them to a customer, and said, "Meat filling, and tofu filling."
"Come here..." Jiang Qingzhi turned around and looked at Sun Chonglou, who was staring at the soup noodles beside him in a daze.
"Twenty buns each, and five bowls of noodle soup."
"Two more meat patties." Sun Chonglou added, "Eat less today."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled.
"Can you finish it?" the woman asked. When she looked up and saw Sun Chonglou's unusually large body, "Is it enough?"
I don't know what's in the filling, but the meat buns are delicious. Jiang Qingzhi tasted them and asked, "But is there seafood in them?"
"The customer has a good taste." The woman praised, but did not say what was put in it. This is an exclusive secret recipe. If it can be passed down, all the old brands will have to kneel down.
The tofu buns tasted even better, and Jiang Qingzhi's eyes lit up when he ate them.
Soft with a sticky, sweet taste.
"The addition of diced bacon adds the finishing touch." Jiang Qingzhi praised, "It turns out that delicious food is found among the people."
"Have you heard? Mr. Yang is now imprisoned in the prison, waiting to be escorted to the capital."
People in the Central Plains have a habit that when they get together, no matter whether they know each other or not, as long as someone starts a conversation, everyone will immediately become familiar with each other.
"The once majestic and awe-inspiring Yang Fuzun has now become a prisoner!" a diner said gloatingly.
"Those tyrants were even worse off. Last time, Chang Wei Bo killed more than ten of them, and later they captured many more. The officers and soldiers rushed in like wolves and tigers to confiscate their homes. The money was carted into Chang Wei Bo's residence in carts, and there was no end in sight."
"Long Wilbur has made it big this time."
"That's right, at least 30%!"
"30%? At least 50%."
Sun Chonglou was furious and was about to refute, but Jiang Qingzhi coughed dryly and shook his head slightly when Sun Chonglou looked at him.
The woman was now free and said, "I think it is reasonable for Long Wilbur to take whatever he wants."
A man in a green shirt sneered, "The money that was confiscated should have been put into the treasury. Why should it be so?"
The woman said calmly, "This year, many farmers in Suzhou Prefecture have increased their income by more than 10%, and every household has a lot more money and grain. Let alone other things, my small stall has also seen a lot of good business. I asked around, and they all said that they harvested more grain this year, so they have more money in their hands and can afford to eat out a few times."
The woman put away the bowls and chopsticks, but the guest was reluctant to leave. She continued, "Look around this street. There are more people this year than in previous years. Business is also much better. People say that when you drink water, you should remember the well digger. Who brought these benefits?"
The man in green snorted coldly, "It's just a small profit."
"A small profit?" The woman raised her voice. "Since you are a scholar, I'm afraid you don't know that the extra money and food can save lives, right?"
A customer said: "When there is a shortage of food, many families will tighten their belts and eat as little as possible. If they can't afford it, or if someone is sick, they have to borrow money.
But that is usury! It is easy to borrow when you borrow, but hard to pay back when you repay. The debts pile up more and more, and eventually the land will be taken away by the tyrants who lent the money, or they will abscond from their homes and become refugees. They will die on the roadside at any time, without even a grave. What is this called? "If you die on the road, you will be buried on the road; if you die in the ditch, you will be buried in the ditch."
The man in green took a bite of the bun and said, "Jiang Qingzhi is deceiving the emperor and disrupting the government. Sooner or later, he will cause disaster for the Ming Dynasty."
"Oh!" The woman looked at the man in green with a sneer on her face, "Look at what you said, what is a great disaster? Don't think we don't know what's good for us. I heard that someone asked Chang Wei Bo in front of the government office that day, which one is better for us, the Confucianism or the Mohism.
Long Wilbur said that it is not his decision as to whether this is good or bad, nor is it the decision of the government. Only we the people have the final say.”
The woman looked at everyone and said, "Whoever makes our family have more and more money and food is the real good one. How do you think that is?"
"really!"
"Not only is it true, I've also heard about the biogas tank, which was invented by the Mohists." A diner said, "This is a good thing that benefits the country and the people, but after it came out, it was suppressed by those scholars, saying it was a crooked way. So the things that can make us live a good life are all crooked ways, then what is the right way?"
The woman put away the washed dishes, wiped her hands on her apron, and said, "I think it's right to let our descendants work like slaves for them."
"That's not true. My neighbor is a scholar who carries books in and out every day. When he sees me, he becomes extremely arrogant and looks down on me.
I once heard him say to his parents that when he passed the imperial examination, he would have everything, including money and a house. People like me would become their slaves in the end...Listen, this damn scholar is thinking about this, and he still talks about morality, bah! "
The diner stared at the man in green shirt, "You think so too, right?"
The man in green sneered and said nothing.
"Look at your poor appearance. Even if you become an official, you will definitely be a corrupt official!" The diner stood up. "The neighbors are thinking about how to thank Chang Wei Bo. When I get home from work, I will also think about it. We can't let Chang Wei Bo think that we Suzhou people are not authentic." "That's right."
The man in green shirt said slowly: "The Mohists were the remnants of our Confucianists in the past. Now they are just a dozen people including Jiang Qingzhi. Our Confucianists are all over the world. Jiang Qingzhi is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He will surely be crushed to pieces..."
The diner got angry when he heard this and turned around to look at him, "So what if it's all over the world?"
The green-shirted man's face flushed, and he felt an inexplicable sense of superiority. "Why? He can't move an inch! He's surrounded by enemies everywhere!"
The diners blushed, but they also knew how powerful scholars were, and were speechless for a moment.
The man in green sneered, "Nothing more than that."
The woman suddenly took away his bowl and chopsticks. The man in green shirt was shocked and said, "You woman..."
"I don't want to do business with you!" The woman put her hands on her waist and pointed at the man in green. "No matter how many Confucian people you have, do you think you have more people than us?"
"Just fools." The man in green said sarcastically.
"Who said they were fools?"
"What you said, sir..." When the man in green shirt heard Jiang Qingzhi speak, he wanted to scold him, but when he saw Sun Chonglou staring at him, his tone softened a lot.
Jiang Qingzhi put down his chopsticks and felt warm and comfortable in his stomach. He stood up and said, "As I said before, who is good and who is bad depends on their own wallets and dining tables. Don't think that the people are easy to bully. Look at these people."
Jiang Qingzhi pointed at the people around him and said, "In the past, public opinion was controlled by Confucianists, so whatever you said was true. The people had no way of getting other information, so whatever you said was true. This is not ignorance, but lack of information. The Suzhou incident made the people of Suzhou suddenly realize it. So, what will happen in the future?"
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "I heard that the Mohists are working on something that will benefit the country and the people. Once it comes out, how many people will wake up? They have felt the tangible benefits brought by the Mohists, so they will inevitably wonder, what about the Confucians? The Confucians who control the Ming Dynasty, the Confucians who are spread all over the world, the Confucians who eat our flesh and blood, what have they done for us?"
"My Confucianism teaches the world..."
"First, educate the hypocrites you are waiting for, and then talk about educating the world!" Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Let's go."
Behind him, the man in green was immediately besieged by the crowd and soon fled in embarrassment.
Jiang Qingzhi went to the Ye family's old house.
Liang Yun was waiting for him. "Young Master, someone from the Ye family came to ask for forgiveness yesterday, and asked Young Master to give them a way out for the sake of our family."
From that day on, the Ye family's reputation in Suzhou Prefecture was ruined.
In this era, reputation is the foundation of a person or a family.
Jiang Qingzhi said, "What does it have to do with me?"
"Yes! That's what I said." Liang Yun smiled and said, "I said that the young master said that day that he would have nothing to do with the Ye family from now on. Those people kept chattering, and I got angry, so I asked someone to drive them out with a stick."
Jiang Qingzhi came here to see the residence of his original parents. He knew that after going to the capital, he would most likely never come to the Ye family's old house again.
"The floor is swept and dried every day, and the table is wiped clean and shiny..." said the manager who stayed behind attentively.
Jiang Qingzhi touched the table and looked at the bed.
It seemed as if I saw the woman lying on the bed, looking at the baby in the cradle with her last breath until she closed her eyes.
"By the way, would you like to take the things that my lady left for me?" Liang Yun asked.
"No." Jiang Qingzhi left home almost empty-handed.
"Nothing else matters, but the clothes..."
Liang Yun called for help and pulled out a wooden box from under the bed.
After opening it, Jiang Qingzhi saw neatly stacked clothes inside.
"Why are there children and adults here?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Liang Yun took out the clothes one by one and placed them on the bed.
"This is for one year old, this is for two years old, and this is..." She spread out the clothes on the bed one by one, and the last one was a blue shirt.
“This is twenty years old.”
Liang Yun looked at Jiang Qingzhi, "My wife's pregnancy was not good at that time, and a doctor once advised my wife to abort the baby. My wife refused. I don't know if she had some premonition, but from then on, my wife kept making clothes, and no one could persuade her.
My wife once said that those motherless children in the tribe were pitiful, and it would be heartbreaking to think about my child being like that.
People say that if a child calls his mother twenty times, he will be with her for the rest of his life. I will make twenty pieces of clothing, and my child will call him mother every time he wears one. After twenty times, I will follow him throughout his life and protect him for the rest of his life.
Jiang Qingzhi reached out and touched his clothes.
Lower your head.
"mother!"
"mother!"
"mother!"
"..."
(End of this chapter)
