This was perhaps the most serious time Xu Qinglang had been hurt;
Men like to show off in front of the opposite sex, bragging and showing off, just like gorillas who like to beat their chests when courting a mate, and keep making the following noises:
"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!"
In Zhou Ze's opinion, Xu Qinglang, with his coquettish look on his face, seemed to be the first person he had ever seen who was about to send out a courtship signal.
It’s a pity that the girl said: Your house is a resettlement house given by my company.
“Bang!”
Like something broke.
Xu Qinglang wanted to kneel down with one hand covering his chest.
pain,
it hurts,
It's heartbreaking.
The girl stood up slowly and said to Zhou Ze: "Boss, add me on WeChat. If you plan to cooperate in the future, you can contact me."
"Okay." Zhou Ze naturally wouldn't refuse.
After adding WeChat, the girl left with her Corgi dog.
Xu Qinglang let out a long sigh, waved his hand, slowly turned around, and left the bookstore.
He needs some time to recover.
A smile appeared on Zhou Ze's lips. It seemed that, at least in the recent period, the words "more than twenty houses" would no longer appear on Xu Qinglang's lips.
Turning back, Zhou Ze saw Bai Yingying sitting on a plastic bench in a daze. No, not in a daze. To be exact, she was reading a book called "Things about the Ming Dynasty".
"Boss, what did you mean by 'the water is too cold' when you told that ghost?"
A large part of the female corpse's memory was inherited from Mrs. Bai. In that era, there were not many types of books for women to read, so it was naturally impossible for her to be as "learned" as the men who were taking imperial examinations.
As for the talented women gathered together in "Dream of Red Mansions", they can probably only appear in the book.
"He was a leader in the literary world at the end of the Ming Dynasty. He seemed to have served as the Minister of Rites. When the Qing army entered the country and the Ming Dynasty was about to fall, he was ready to die for his country. His concubine Liu Rushi was ready to die with him, but she jumped. He did not dare to jump and said: The water is too cold. In the end, he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty."
"This guy is really a piece of shit. Boss, are you using this to mock that ghost?" Bai Yingying asked.
"In fact, although Qian Qianyi surrendered to the Qing Dynasty in the end, he had been secretly supporting anti-Qing forces and informing them of news, for which he was once questioned by the Qing court."
"This..." Bai Yingying didn't know how to evaluate this person.
She is very simple, just like the old people and children who like to ask directly when watching TV dramas: "Is this person good? This person is bad."
For many people, the world is either black or white. As for the gray area, it is too complicated and difficult to understand, so they just pretend not to see it.
"The person I just threw into hell is actually the same as Qian Qianyi in essence." Zhou Ze smiled, picked up the teacup, and sat down on the chair behind the counter.
"Then why are you sending him to hell?" Bai Yingying asked in confusion, "At least you can turn a blind eye and let him stay in the world of the living for a while longer, right?"
Zhou Ze shook his head. "Are you starting to feel sorry for him?"
"The water is too cold, it's human nature." Bai Yingying pouted, "I am dead now, a zombie. If I were still alive, I think it would be my choice not to be buried with the king and the court.
Death can certainly be praised, and immortality can also be understood."
"The ghost judge said that I should die on that day, which is actually correct." Zhou Ze put down the cup of water. "I was originally dead, and then I came back to life. I am actually trying hard to survive. I should not have the qualifications to ask others whether you should die.
Do you feel the same way? "
Bai Yingying nodded.
"Everything needs to be considered in a specific context. To think about the ancients and their behavior, we must consider the context of that era and its culture, customs, and other aspects.
From today's perspective, of course, ethnic harmony means the Chinese nation is one family.
But if it were the end of the Ming Dynasty, everyone should have their own stance.
Your idea is just like the old farmer in ancient times who thought that the emperor could eat ten fried dough sticks and ten big meat buns for breakfast every day. It is wrong and inappropriate for us to substitute our own small-time thinking for those great figures in history.
Yes, Qian Qianyi did a lot of things for the anti-Qing army after surrendering to the Qing Dynasty, and even ridiculed the Qing Dynasty in the documents he compiled, but that was not enough for him. "
"Not enough? Do we really have to let him die?" Bai Yingying asked puzzledly.
"He has to die." Zhou Ze answered seriously, "Including the ghost I just threw down, he has to die too!"
After saying this, Zhou Ze took a deep breath.
"It's okay not to die, to leave freely and become a rich man, to completely forget about the world, to abandon the glory and wealth, to be an unknown person from now on, that's okay too."
"Why?" Bai Yingying obviously disagreed, "Everyone's life should be in their own hands."
"When Duoduo's army entered Nanjing, Qian Qianyi was the highest-ranking official in Nanjing at the time. He led the crowd to kneel and welcome the Qing army into the city, and surrendered to the Qing.
He cannot surrender, and he is not qualified to surrender.
His reputation, his identity, his power, his status, his enjoyment, and his extraordinary treatment were all given to him by the court, which can also be understood as being given to him by the country.
The more benefits you get, the more responsibilities you should bear.
You have received so much from the country and have reached a high position in the government. Even if your waist can hardly move, you still want to pursue Liu Rushi, who is so carefree and unrestrained that she can outshine the crabapple tree.
Then when the country needs him, he naturally has the obligation to fulfill his responsibilities.
This is a kind of spirit of contract.
When the country is in trouble, every citizen has a responsibility. In fact, even if ordinary people raise their heads,
Look up to the sky,
No one says anything bad about them.
But those officials in ancient times who received salaries and enjoyed the people's money had the obligation to do everything they could to hold the ship back when it was about to sink, and they could even be buried with the ship.
It is difficult to be a hero, but it is easy to be a villain. We should applaud the heroes instead of trying to excuse the villains.
It’s not that I can’t be a hero, so it’s understandable that I can be a villain, but it’s never been that way.”
After hearing this, Bai Yingying nodded, not quite understanding.
"For example, the one in the Confucian Temple was an imperial censor in the Ming Dynasty, similar to today's prosecutors, but not yet the chief prosecutor. But later he became one of the Nine Ministers, similar to today's ministers.
After surrendering, he is still doing so well and getting promoted step by step. Do you think he should be killed
A high-ranking official in the Ming Dynasty once said, "The country has nurtured scholars for 150 years, and they are now fighting for justice and dying for justice." This is what he meant.
"My head is dizzy." Bai Yingying shook her head.
"This is a bookstore. Although there are mostly novels, you can also read other books." Zhou Ze twisted his neck, "You don't have anything else to do anyway."
Bai Yingying glanced at Zhou Ze, and said it as if you had something to do.
Zhou Ze stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. When he came out, he saw Bai Yingying filling her teacup with water. Bai Yingying asked again:
"By the way, Boss, what happened to that high-ranking official who said 'The state will support scholars for 150 years'?"
"Oh, the emperor sent Jinyiwei to beat him severely with sticks in front of Zuoshun Gate."
Zhou Ze wakes up his nose.
“And then nothing happened.”
“… …”Bai Yingying.
The master and servant were rarely literary, and talked about history and worldview;
Of course, this good atmosphere did not last long, because the female corpse immediately dropped the book, picked up her mobile phone and started playing Glory of the Dead.
However, another customer came to the store, a middle-aged man, probably in his forties, wearing a black down jacket. His face was a little rough, his clothes were a little torn, and he looked a little honest.
"Boss, can I post a notice here?" the man asked Zhou Ze humbly.
"What notice?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Missing person notice." The man answered honestly.
"Post it." Zhou Ze stood up, walked to the door of the store, and watched the other party post notices on the wall.
"No photos?" Zhou Ze saw that there were only text but no photos on the notice.
"She was still a kid when she was taken away, only a few months old, so there are no photos of her." The man rubbed his hands and handed Zhou Ze a cigarette, "Don't despise me."
Zhou Ze took the cigarette and asked, "Kidnapped?"
"No, she was given up for adoption. She already had an older sister, and there was no two-child policy at the time. I couldn't afford the fine, and I was afraid of losing my job, so I had no choice but to give her up for adoption.
Over the years, we have been thinking about her day and night, hoping to see her again, but we have not had much contact over the years. After all, she was given to someone else to raise, and the other family just needs to treat her well. It is not convenient for us to disturb her, and it is not good for her either. "
"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded.
"This time, her brother was unlucky and got leukemia. I only know that the family who adopted her more than ten years ago lives nearby, so I can only look for her here.
The child's eldest sister was not successfully matched, and now her brother's life depends on her, and our family can be reunited."
"Brother?" Zhou Ze frowned and asked, "How old is she this year?"
"Seventeen."
"How old is her brother?"
"sixteen."
"Poor thing." Zhou Ze sighed.
"Yeah, how could a healthy young child get this disease? Boss, please keep an eye on it for me. I'll continue posting. I've already contacted the media and there may be an interview tomorrow.
I think we will find her soon, and then our family will be reunited, and her brother will be saved."
The middle-aged man smiled very honestly.
Then he walked to the front.
After he walked away and his figure disappeared into the night,
Zhou Ze looked at the missing person notice on the wall at the entrance of the store and said softly:
"Pitiful."
Then,
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand.
Tear down the notice that had just been posted.