Chapter 58

This may be the deepest injury to Xu Qinglang;

Men like to show themselves in front of the opposite sex, boasting about their arrogance, like orangutans who like to beat their chest when courting, and keep saying:

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

In Zhou Ze's view, Xu Qinglang, who looked obsequious, seemed to be the first time he had seen that he intended to release that courtship signal.

Unfortunately, the girl's sentence: your house is a resettlement house given by my company.

"Pa!"

It seems that something is broken,

Xu Qinglang wanted to kneel down with one hand over his chest,

Pain,

so painful,

The pain pierced my heart.

The girl stood up slowly and said to Zhou Ze, "boss, add a wechat. If you plan to cooperate in the future, you can contact me."

"OK." Zhou Ze will not refuse.

After adding wechat, the girl left with her kerky dog.

With a long sigh of relief, Xu Qinglang waved his hand, slowly turned around and left the bookstore.

He needs some time to recover.

Zhou Ze's mouth showed a smile. It seems that at least in recent days, the words "more than 20 suites" should no longer appear on Xu Qinglang's mouth.

Looking back, Zhou Ze saw Bai Yingying sitting on the plastic bench in a daze. No, not in a daze. To be exact, she was reading a Book of "things of the Ming Dynasty".

"Boss, what do you mean by 'the water is too cold' with that ghost?"

A large part of the memory of the female corpse is inherited from Mrs. Bai. At that time, there were not many kinds of books for women, so it was naturally impossible to be as "well-educated" as the men who wanted to test for fame.

As for the talented women in a dream of Red Mansions, they may only appear in the book.

"He was the literary leader of the late Ming Dynasty. It seemed that he had also been the Minister of rites. The Qing soldiers entered the customs. Daming was dying. He was ready to die for his country. His concubine Liu Rushi was ready to die with him. As a result, his concubine jumped down. He never dared to jump, saying: the water was too cold. Finally, he surrendered to Manchu."

"Then this person is really not a thing. Boss, are you satirizing that ghost with this?" Asked Bai Yingying.

"In fact, although Qian Qianyi was finally cleared, he has been secretly funding the anti Qing forces and informing the anti Qing army. He has also been questioned by the Qing court for this reason."

"This......" Bai Yingying didn't know how to evaluate this person.

She is very simple, like old people and children watching TV dramas. She likes to ask bluntly, "this person is good, this person is bad.".

For many people, the world is either black or white. As for the gray area, it is too complex and difficult to understand, so it is simply not seen.

"The one I just threw into hell is essentially similar to Qian Qianyi." Zhou Ze smiled, picked up the tea cup and sat down on the chair behind the counter.

"Then you send him to hell?" Bai Yingying was puzzled and said, "at least, it's OK for you to open and close one eye and let him stay in the sun for a longer time?"

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Are you beginning to pity him?"

"The water is too cold. It's human nature." Bai Yingying tooted her mouth, "now I'm dead and a zombie. If I'm still alive, I think it's my choice not to be buried with the emperor and the court.

Death, of course, can be praised. If you don't die, you can understand it. "

"The ghost judge was right when he said he should die on that day." Zhou Ze put the water cup down, "I was dead and came back with a corpse. In fact, I'm trying to live. I shouldn't have the qualification to ask others whether you should die.".

Do you think so? "

Bai Yingying nodded.

"Everything needs to be put into a specific situation to think about, thinking about the ancients, thinking about the behavior of the ancients, we must be put into that era, into the culture, customs and other backgrounds of that era.

From the current perspective, of course, national harmony is a pro Chinese situation.

But in the late Ming Dynasty, everyone should have their own position.

Your idea is like that the ancient farmer thought that the emperor could eat ten fried dough sticks and ten big meat buns every morning for breakfast. It is wrong and inappropriate for us to substitute our own thinking of small people for those big people in history.

Yes, Qian Qianyi did a lot of things for the anti Qing army after he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, and even ridiculed the Qing Dynasty in his own documents, but that was not enough for him. "

"Not enough? Do you really have to let others die?" Bai Yingying didn't understand.

"He has to die." Zhou Ze answered seriously, "including the ghost I just threw down, he must die!"

With that, Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

"It's OK not to die, to leave freely, to be a rich man, to forget the Jianghu completely, and to abandon prosperity and wealth. Since then, it's OK to be unknown."

"Why?" Bai Yingying obviously disagreed, "everyone's life should be in his own hands."

"When the Dodo army entered Nanjing, Qian Qianyi was the person with the highest official rank in Nanjing at that time. He led the people to kneel to welcome the Qing army into the city and surrendered to the Manchu Dynasty.

He cannot surrender, and he is not qualified to surrender.

His reputation, his identity, his authority, his status, his enjoyment, and his super standard treatment are all given to him by the imperial court, which can also be understood as given to him by the state.

How much benefit you get, how much responsibility you should take.

You have got so much from the country. Even if you can't shake your waist, you still want to pursue Liu Rushi. You can press a pear blossom against a Begonia Xiaoxiao.

Then when the country needs him, he naturally deserves and has the obligation to fulfill his responsibilities.

This is a kind of contract spirit.

Every man is responsible for the difficulties of the country. In fact, even if ordinary people look up,

Looking up to the sky,

No one said they were not.

But those ancient officials who earned salaries and enjoyed the wealth of the people had an obligation to support the ship at all costs when the ship of the country was about to sink, and even to be buried with the ship.

Heroes are hard to do, but villains are easy to be. We should clap our hands in praise of heroes rather than substitute ourselves to find excuses for villains.

It's not that I can't be a hero, so villains are understandable, never. "

Bai Yingying listened and nodded vaguely.

"For example, the man in the Confucian temple was the censor in the Ming Dynasty, which was similar to the current prosecutor, not the procurator general, but later he became Jiuqing, similar to today's minister.

After the surrender, he can still get along so well and rise higher and higher. Do you think he should die?

There was a senior official in the Ming Dynasty who once called out that the country had been cultivating scholars for 150 years, and that the war festival was a day of death and righteousness, which is today. That's the truth. "

"I'm dizzy." Bai Yingying shook her head.

"This is a bookstore. Although there are many novels, you can also read other books." Zhou Ze twisted his neck. "Anyway, you have nothing else to do."

Bai Yingying glanced at Zhou Ze, meaning to say as if you have something to do.

Zhou Ze got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. When he came out, he saw Bai Yingying storing water for his tea cup. Bai Yingying asked again:

"By the way, boss, what happened to the senior official who shouted 'the country has been cultivating scholars for 150 years'?"

"Oh, the emperor sent the royal guards to take a stick and severely beat it in front of the Zuo Shun door."

Zhou Ze wakes up his nose,

"Then there's no then."

"........" Bai Yingying.

The master and servant had a rare chat about history and world outlook;

Of course, this good atmosphere did not last long, because the female corpse immediately dropped the book, picked up the mobile phone and began to play with the glory of the dead.

However, another guest came to the store. He was a middle-aged man, about 40 years old, wearing a black down jacket. His face was a little rough, his clothes were also a little damaged, and he looked a little naive.

"Boss, can you post a notice here?" The man asked Zhou Ze humbly.

"What notice?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Missing person notice." The man replied honestly.

"Post it." Zhou Ze got up, walked to the door of the store and watched the other party put up a notice on the wall.

"No photos?" Zhou Ze saw that there were only words but no photos on the notice.

"I was still young when I was carried away. It was only a few months. I didn't get a photo." The man rubbed his hands and handed Zhou Ze a cigarette. "Don't dislike it."

Zhou Ze took the cigarette and asked, "abducted?"

"No, she was sent for adoption. At that time, she had a sister. At that time, there was no second child policy. I couldn't afford to pay a fine, and I was afraid of losing my job, so I had to send someone else for adoption.

Over the years, we have been thinking about her day and night, hoping to see her again, but we have no contact over the years. After all, if we give it to someone else to raise it, as long as someone else's family is good to her, it's not convenient for us to disturb her, and it's not good for her. "

"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded.

"This time, her brother was unlucky and got leukemia. I only know that the family that adopted her lived nearby more than ten years ago, so I can only look here.

The eldest sister of the child didn't match successfully. Now her brother's life can only be saved by her, and we happen to be able to get together as a family. "

"Brother?" Zhou Ze frowned and asked, "how old is she this year?"

"Seventeen."

"How old is her brother?"

"Sixteen."

"Poor." Zhou Ze sighed.

"Yes, how can a good young child get this disease? Boss, please help me pay more attention. I'll go to the front and continue to post. I've contacted the media, and there may be an interview tomorrow.

It is estimated that we will find her soon, and then our family will be reunited, and her brother will be saved. "

The middle-aged man smiled innocently,

Then walked to the front.

After he walked away and disappeared under the night,

Zhou Ze looked at the missing person notice on the wall at the door of the store and whispered:

"Poor."

then,

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand,

Tear down the notice just pasted.