Chapter 59

This may be the deepest injury to Xu Qinglang;

men like to show themselves in front of the opposite sex, brag and brag, just like chimpanzees like to beat their chests when they are courting, and keep sending out:

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

In Zhou Ze's view, Xu Qinglang, who looks like he is fawning, seems to be the first time he intends to release that courtship signal.

It's a pity, girl's saying: your house is our company's resettlement house.

"Pa!"

If something broke,

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

pain,

good pain,

pain.

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

"Good." Zhou Ze will not refuse.

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

Xu Qinglang took a long breath, waved his hand, slowly turned around and left the bookstore.

He needs some time to heal.

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 in Xu Qinglang's mouth.

Looking back, Zhou Ze saw that Bai Yingying was sitting on a plastic bench and was dazed. No, not dazed. To be exact, she was reading with a book "the 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. In that era, there were not many kinds of reading for women. Naturally, it was impossible for women to be as "rich in learning" as men who wanted to test their fame.

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

"He was a literary leader in the late Ming Dynasty. He seemed to have been a minister of rites. The Qing army entered the pass. Daming was about to die. He was going to die for his country. His concubine Liu Ru was going to die with him. As a result, his concubine jumped down. He never dared to jump. He said," the water is too cold. ". At last, he surrendered to the Manchu. "

"Then this man is really nothing. Boss, do you take this to satirize that ghost?" Asked the warbler.

"In fact, although Qian Qianyi was finally demobilized, he has been secretly supporting the anti Qing forces and reporting information to the anti Qing army, which has also been questioned by the Qing government."

"This The warbler didn't know how to evaluate the man.

She is very simple, just like the old people and children watching TV series like to ask directly, "this man is good, this man is bad.".

For many people, the world is either black or white. As for the gray area, it's too complex and hard to understand, so it's just like not seeing.

"The one I just left in hell is essentially like Qian Qianyi." Zhou Ze smiled, picked up the cup and sat down in the chair behind the counter.

"And you sent him to hell?" At least, you can keep one eye open and one eye closed and let him stay in the sun for a long time

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Are you pitying him?"

"The water is too cold. It's human nature." Bai Yingying Dudu said, "I'm dead now. I'm a zombie. If I'm alive, I think it's my choice not to bury the monarch and the court together.

Death, of course, can be praised, not dead, can also understand. "

"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 I came back from the dead. I was trying to live. I shouldn't have the right to ask others if you should die.

Do you think so? "

The warbler nodded.

"Everything needs to be put into a specific situation to think about the ancients and their ways of behavior, so it 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 the situation of the Chinese nation's family.

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

Your idea is just like the ancient old peasants thought that the emperor could eat ten fried sticks and ten big meat buns every day for breakfast. It is wrong and inappropriate for us to replace the great figures in history with our own thinking of small figures.

Yes, Qian Qianyi did a lot for the anti Qing army after he surrendered 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 you really have to let people die? " The white warbler did not understand.

"He has to die." Zhou Ze replied seriously, "including the ghost I just lost, he must die!"

After that, Zhou took a deep breath,

"it's OK not to die, to leave freely and freely, to be a rich man, to completely forget the Jianghu, to abandon the splendor and wealth, and since then, it's OK to be unknown.""By what?" "Everyone's life should be in his own hands," said the warbler

"When the army of Dodo entered Nanjing, Qian Qianyi was the highest ranking official in Nanjing at that time. He led the people kneeling to welcome the Qing army into the city and surrendered to the Manchu.

He can't surrender, and he's not entitled to surrender.

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

You should take as much responsibility as you get.

You get so much from the country. Even if you can't shake your waist, you still need to pursue Liu Rushi. You can make a tree of pear blossom and a tree of Begonia.

So when the country needs him, he is naturally obliged to fulfill his responsibilities.

This is a kind of contractual spirit.

In fact, even if people with flat heads look up, no one can say that they are not.

But those ancient officials who were paid and enjoyed the wealth of the people were obliged to support the ship at all costs when the ship was going to sink, or even die with it. "

The white warbler listened and nodded.

"For example, the man in the Confucian temple was the imperial historian in the Ming Dynasty, similar to the prosecutor now, not the prosecutor general, but later he became Jiuqing, similar to the minister today.

After the surrender, he can still get along so well. He's getting better and better. Do you think he should die?

There was a great official in the Ming Dynasty who called out that the country's soldiers had been raised for one hundred and fifty years. Today, they died on the day of war. That's the reason. "

"I'm dizzy." The white warbler shook his head.

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

Bai Yingying glances at Zhou Ze, which means it's like you have something to do.

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

"by the way, boss, what happened to the senior official who called out" fifty years of national support "

"Oh, the emperor sent the royal guards to take a stick in front of zuoshun gate and beat it hard."

Zhou Ze wakes up his nose,

"then it's gone."

“…………” White warbler.

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

of course, this kind of good atmosphere didn't last long, because the female corpse immediately left the book and picked up the mobile phone to play the glory of the dead.

However, there was another guest in the shop. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was wearing a black down jacket. His face was rough, and his clothes were damaged. He looked simple and honest.

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

"What notice?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Notice to find someone." The man replied very honestly.

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

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

"When I was carried away, I was only a few months old. I didn't get any pictures." The man rubbed his hands and gave Zhou Ze a cigarette. "Don't be disgusted."

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

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

All these years, we have been thinking about her day and night, hoping to see her again, but these years we have nothing to do with it. After all, we have given it to someone else for support. If someone else's home is good to her, we are not convenient to disturb her, nor is it good to her. "

"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded.

"This time, her brother's life is not good. He has leukemia. I only know that the family who nursed her lived near here ten years ago, so I can only find it here.

The eldest sister of the child didn't match successfully. Now her brother's life can only be saved by her. We also happen to have a family reunion. "

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

"Seventeen."

"How old is her brother?"

"Sixteen."

"Pitiful." Zhou Ze sighed.

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

It's estimated that she will be found soon. Then our family will be reunited and her brother will be saved. "

The middle-aged man smiled sincerely, and then went to the front.

When he was far away, his figure disappeared in the night,Zhou Ze looked at the notice of looking for someone on the wall at the door of the shop, and said softly:

"poor."

Then,

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and tore off the notice that had just been pasted.