The common people live a simple life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, busy with three meals a day, and multiplying.
The same is true for most of the people in Pingjiang, but Pingjiang is rich, so in addition to farming, the people can find a lot of work in the city.
Looking after the home, or doing some physical work, you can always find a bite to eat, even if you go up the mountain to chop firewood and carry it down to sell, be a porter of goods, and you will not starve to death.
If you are lucky, you can earn some money, and you can buy a few servants, and someone at home will serve you.
But these people all have one thing in common, that is, they don't know one big character.
Although the people are obedient, if they are too ignorant, they are easily instigated by those who have a heart.
Especially in times of turmoil, people are in constant panic, and they need to find spiritual sustenance.
Numerous cults have been born, and these cults wantonly recruit believers, asking them to provide money, food and their own daughters. They have accumulated strength and want to take a share in the troubled times.
There are several small forces in Pingjiang now, although it has not yet become a climate, but Lin Yuan is not ready to watch them sit.
On the surface, Song Lian was going to literacy, but in fact, he was going to fight against these forces. It just so happened that Lin Yuan could also see his abilities. If Song Lian couldn't do these things, Lin Yuan could only ask him to repair books.
"Master Song." Wu Changqing came to visit Song Lian with a gift. After all, he was a newcomer who was in the limelight recently. Wu Changqing did not want to offend him. He was an official in the same hall, and it was not a bad thing to have a superficial friendship.
Song Lian had already heard the report from the concierge. At this time, he put down the book and greeted him with a smile: "Master Wu, I have been looking forward to it for a long time."
Wu Changqing: "Master Song has come from a long way, but are you still used to it?"
Song Lian said with a smile: "Natural habit, the land in the south of the Yangtze River, heaven and earth."
Song Lian waved his hand sideways: "Master Wu, please take a seat."
Wu Changqing was sitting down, and the next person brought a pot of warm wine. The two sat and drank together, and the moonlight was thick outside the window.
"I often hear people say that Mr. Song has a good character and a gentleman. When I meet him today, it can be seen that his reputation is well-deserved." Wu Changqing said good things with a smile on his face. He faked it.
Song Lian didn't say anything, but said, "Song came here at the beginning, I don't know the current situation in Pingjiang, but I will trouble Master Wu to clarify."
Wu Changqing waved his hand and said: "How difficult is this, how can it be called trouble? Since Master Song has asked, I will naturally answer. The simplicity of the people."
Song Lian poured a glass of wine for Wu Changqing himself.
Wu Changqing raised his wine glass and drank it all in one go: "Those people are small roads, but water drops through stones, and streams gather into rivers. If we let them flow, they will surely become a big problem for our confidants one day."
Song Lian understood, he lowered his eyes, and after a while, he raised his head and said to Wu Changqing, "Thank you, Lord Wu, for clearing your doubts."
Wu Changqing also bowed his hands: "As ministers in the same hall, naturally we have to share the same hatred. The thing that adults hate most now is that the foreign enemies have not stopped, and the people around them are constantly suspicious."
This is the reminder.
No matter what little thoughts they have in private, they have to maintain harmony on the surface.
It caused trouble to the superiors, and they were the ones who were unlucky at that time.
Wu Changqing left Song Lian's mansion and got into the carriage. The old servant handed him the sober tea that had been prepared earlier. Wu Changqing took a sip of the tea and felt a panic in his throat. Today, dark clouds block the moon, tomorrow may be a rainy day.
With a smile on his lips, he let out a long sigh.
Newcomers will always come one after another, and these old people always have to show generosity.
How many officials below wanted to kill Song Shizhao, if not for Song Shizhao's own caution, a few lives would not be enough to lose.
Song Shizhao is now like the favorite concubine in the palace. The emperor only sees him and loves him. Other concubines will not be able to go up without killing him. They all serve the same person.
Don't blame others for hating him.
Wu Changqing smiled.
"The moonlight is just right tonight!"
The groom who was driving the carriage looked up at the sky. Is there something wrong with the old man's eyes? The moon is covered, where does the moonlight come from
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"Master!"
In the dark alley in the middle of the night, the man in commoner stood anxiously outside the house, and the voices of the men and women inside the house stopped.
The simple wooden door was pushed open from the inside. The man opened his chest wide, revealing a red-scarred chest. He was tall, with a square face and broad forehead. What's important? Can't come to find this leader tomorrow? In the middle of the night, if you don't sleep, the leader has to sleep."
The woman in the house said coquettishly, "Sect Master!"
The man said impatiently, "Sleep with you!"
He strode out, the man in plain clothes followed behind him, and the two went to a secluded room. After lighting the candle, the man in plain clothes said, "Master, since Nan Bodhisattva occupied Pingjiang, he has used a lot of scheming. There are already many members of the church who are not as good as before."
"Today, my subordinates went to investigate, ten or two, and already wanted to leave the sect!" The plain-clothed man burst into tears, "Sect Master, if we don't do it again, we are afraid that Nan Bodhisattva will deceive people's hearts. I'm afraid that after a while, there will be no one out of ten."
This sect is called the Little White Lotus Sect, which is not the same thing as the White Lotus Sect.
Before Lin Yuan's future, this little white lotus sect had already become a bit of a climate in Pingjiang, causing the original yamen to have a headache.
The leader pursed his lips tightly. It was a coincidence that he established this little white lotus sect. He was just a porter and made a living by pulling goods. At first, he just wanted to have a good life and be a porter in Pingjiang, although he would not be hungry. He died, but his status was low. Anyone could step on his feet. He bumped into nobles on the road, and scolded him was a common occurrence. He couldn't eat meat twice a year. At that time, his wish was to be able to eat meat until he was full one day.
Slowly, under the guise of the White Lotus Sect, he gathered a group of people, with believers, worshippers, and beauties.
He likes days like this, eating, drinking and having fun every day, with beautiful women on his left and fine wine on his right. He doesn't want to fight against those in power. He knows very well that there is no chance of winning if he wants to fight against tens of thousands of troops only by relying on thousands of church members— He is from ordinary people. Although he is living a good life now, he is still afraid of power.
He wanted to say, "We're doing fine now, and we're living a good life. Why should we fight against those who hold heavy arms? Isn't it good to be content and happy?"
But he couldn't say that.
The people who follow him have ambitions. If he says so, he has no doubt that these people will kill him, and then support a person who agrees with them to become the leader.
He looked at the man who was crying in front of him, and had no doubt that if he said that he did not want to be an enemy of Nanan Bodhisattva, this man would have taken his life immediately.
So he can only say: "That Nan Bodhisattva is sinister and vicious, and his methods are cruel. Why don't we take it slowly? If we are an enemy now, I am afraid that we are not fully fledged, but we will send sheep into the tiger's mouth."
The man in plain clothes said quickly: "The leader needs to know, that Nan Bodhisattva took over Pingjiang for more than a month, and he is the king of heaven, and it is difficult to make the people loyal and loyal at this time. If we really do it slowly, I'm afraid we won't even be able to strike at that time."
"Stop talking!" The sect leader scolded, "Am I the sect leader or are you? Is it true that my words work or your words do? You still want to control me now? It can be seen that your wings are hard, and even the leader will not let go. In my eyes, why don't you take the seat of the leader? I think I'm sitting in your seat with my buttocks, making you sleepless!"
The man in commoner hurriedly knelt down, walked a few steps on his knees to the sect leader, and said: "Sect leader! Don't miss this opportunity, this is our last chance. Master!"
"Get out!" the leader shouted, "I told you to get out! Get out!"
The commoner man looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. He still remembered how sweet the words he said when he was invited by this man. He always thought that he was with a broad-minded and ambitious master, but he didn't expect it. At this moment, the man was too timid to do anything.
Is this the master he chose for himself
"Sect Master... think twice!" The man in commoner kowtowed a few times before leaving the room.
The leader sat alone in the room, and when the others left, his disguised anger disappeared without a trace.
He saw with his own eyes that Pingjiang was beaten down by the iron hooves of Nan Bodhisattva. It was the first time he saw the real fire of war. The troops of the imperial court had no resistance. He still remembered the huge roar he heard, and he still remembered him. The huge catapult he saw, the forbidden army, the sharp swords in the hands of the soldiers, those people did not enter the city of Pingjiang, but he was in the village beside the city at the time, and he clearly knew that he was facing What a behemoth.
He is afraid, he is afraid of death, he can hide in the corner and make a fortune, but he has never thought of really fighting against authority.
When the imperial court was weak, he did not dare to do anything, not to mention that this Nan Bodhisattva is more powerful and popular than the imperial court now. It has made him very satisfied.
But the people around him always push him.
If they wanted to be rich and rich, they pushed him forward, and he also needed their strength to consolidate his position.
But now, they were going to push him to his death.
They all wanted to make a last-ditch effort, but the leader knew that this was the last-ditch effort.
But he couldn't tell them the truth yet.
The sect leader sat dry all night, and when the morning dawned, he looked at the sun.
After thinking about it all night, he came up with a solution.
He wants to live, he wants to live a good life, and he won't listen to those people.
"Prepare the car!"
"Where is your son going?"
"Go to Wu Mansion."
He heard that Wu Changqing is a good person, no matter if he is or not, at least his reputation is here. For the sake of fame, if he surrenders himself, it is impossible for him to kill himself.