Jiaohua

Chapter 284 History Books
It was not until evening that Lao Tong and Zhi Changle came back from outside.

The inn business here is cold, and it is meal time, and there are not many tables of diners when passing through the hall.

Old Tong went straight to the counter and asked, "Has the food upstairs been delivered?"

The accountant was making some calculations, and knowing who Old Tong was referring to, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Not yet, they didn't come down to shout."

"It's the same as yesterday," Old Tong said, "Go up faster."

"Okay, little one, I'll go to the back and give orders."

Old Tong and Zhi Changle went back upstairs, while Pang Yi was blowing the wind by the window, watching the twilight outside the window silently.

There is no light in the house, the sky is dim, and the old and short are learning to read the characters according to the light and shadow outside.

Hearing the movement, Lao Duan looked up and blinked his eyes.

"Very hardworking." Zhi Changle said, and went to light a candle.

"Ali is back, is it next door?" Old Tong looked at Pang Yi.

Pang Yi glanced at him: "Yes."

"Let's go." Old Tong pulled Zhi Changle up.

Xia Zhaoyi was reading when she came back. There were four candles burning in the room, one on the round table, a stack of papers, a inkstone, a pen, and a pot of cold tea in her hand.

There was a knock on the door, and she turned a page of the book and said, "Come in."

Old Tong gently opened the door, and after entering with Zhi Changle, he turned around and closed the door.

"A Li, you are reading too." Old Tong came and said.

Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and smiled: "What's the matter, can I gain anything today?"

Old Tong put down a bag of rice cakes that were still warm in his hand: "Ali, this is for you, it's delicious."

"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi brought it, "Thank you."

"I didn't find a good location," Zhi Changle said, "We plan to find a job tomorrow and earn some money while looking for a shop."

Xia Zhaoyi paused and said, "If you're looking for free work, what are you looking for?"

"Go and see who wants us. We can build a house and cut wood. If it doesn't work, the two of us will be porters. Anyway, we are strong." Old Tong said.

"Be porters," Xia Zhaoyi said in a low voice, frowning slightly, "If you want to be porters, there is one thing I have to mention. Whether you are porters, or any hard work, you are very There is a possibility of being arrested and sent to corvee.”

"Corrette? But we see quite a lot of strong and strong adult men on the street." Zhi Changle was puzzled.

"Because this is Kyoto," Xia Zhaoyi looked at them, "There are so many nobles in Kyoto, and some wealthy children like to go to the streets in light clothes. Countless guards and soldiers, if they have no duties, they usually prefer plain clothes, so you are not surprised to see them on the street. But you two are so strong and doing hard work, you think you will not be taken away Is it? What is most lacking these days are soldiers to fight and hard labor for hard work.”

Old Tong looked uncomfortable, frowning and looking at the candlelight on the table.

Seeing his expression, Zhi Changle knew that he remembered that the two of them were deserters again, so he was speechless for a while.

After a long silence, Old Tong said, "Ali, will you look down on us?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"I, the two of us are greedy for life and afraid of death," Zhi Changle said in a low voice, "The two of us are deserters, and we are still there now. Even if there are no people in the Jiangnan camp, but we escaped, we have to go to other barracks to continue. Serving as a soldier is... I think, for deserters like us, it’s okay to be caught as hard labor.”

Xia Zhaoyi blinked his eyes, did not speak, and looked down at the book in his hand.

Old Tong looked at her, the girl looked calm and quiet.

"Ali?" Old Tong called softly.

"En." Xia Zhaoyi responded for a long time, raised his eyes to look, and suddenly bent his lips into a smile.

Old Tong and Zhi Changle were stunned for a moment: "Ali, you..."

"You are all veterans. Even if I haven't experienced how much hardship a veteran has endured, I can still tell nine out of ten," Xia Zhaoyi said. Look down on the two veterans?"

Old Tong's eyes were slightly red, and he looked aside.

Zhi Changle gritted his teeth: "But Ah Li, we are deserters."

"You should have your own difficulties," Xia Zhaoyi bent her lips, "but don't tell me, I'm not a man of good manners, and I don't like to interfere with others. You can live as you want, don't rape, prostitution, captivity, plunder, murder Just set it on fire."

"Food is here!" At this moment, the voice of the waiter came from outside the door, knocking on the door next door.

Old Tong and Zhi Changle looked back and said, "Ali, why don't you eat something first."

"You guys go first," Xia Zhaoyi raised his hand and stroked the pages of the book in his hand, "I haven't finished reading it, so I can't eat it."

"Then let's bring it to you? We won't disturb you, and you eat here alone?" Zhi Changle said.

"Well," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "thanks a lot."

Zhi Changle and Lao Tong left, and quickly brought food, big fish and meat, and a big bowl of delicious rice.

After putting it down, they asked Xia Zhaoyi to shout after eating, and they immediately came to clean up, and then left, closing the door gently.

The candlelight in the room returned to calm, Xia Zhaoyi looked at it, raised his hand and gently placed it on it.

The heat of the flame was burning under the palm, warm and warm.

If you lower your hand a little bit, it will be very hot.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at the book in her hand, her expression became serious.

Today I only read one book a day, and there are half of the books here. There are not many words, and the statements are concise, without any emotion, just coldly stretched on the page.

But Xia Zhaoyi vaguely felt that every word, every sentence was more terrifying than a murder knife or a poisonous medicine.

She has always known that exorbitant taxes are heavier than mountains and fiercer than tigers, and it has been like this in all dynasties, but only after seeing and touching these words with her own hands, she knows how bloody it is.

The most stringent is the former dynasty. Each hectare of field must pay two-thirds of the harvest and an additional two stones of herbivorous food, all of which are collected according to the number of granted fields. It is all kinds of torture.

In addition to all kinds of miscellaneous taxes, there are heavy and terrible corvees, and cruel and cold-blooded punishment methods.

Xia Zhaoyi thought of the few history books he had read in the past. In all dynasties and dynasties, every emperor, except those who were brutal, had praises for them in the books.

Among them, several emperors of the last dynasty perished due to civil unrest and foreign invasion. There are also words of lament and pity in the book to sing elegy and generosity, and then discuss merits and demerits.

Xia Zhaoyi suddenly felt ridiculous now.

The writing style of the history books is really powerful, so many people who are clearly bullying the common people and arousing people's resentment are portrayed as sad men who have humiliated their ambitions and are helpless in the face of the established overall situation.

After all, who is the real thug?
　The writing of this chapter is a bit sloppy. Today, I will temporarily update QAQ twice, and the two are guarantees, which are not considered debt repayments, so I only repaid one chapter in these two days. .I must work hard tomorrow

　　
　
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