Infrastructure: I survive in troubled times

Chapter 86 Strength is respected (one more)
"Master, this old slave doesn't think so." Han Zhong heard the words and said quickly, "But as the old saying goes: The old lady is in charge of the house, and the wall collapses and the house collapses. Are you willing to submit to a woman?"

"As long as she believes in: the journey of the Great Dao, the world is the public. Why not!" Han Chuhu's clear eyes reflected his figure and said candidly.

Hearing this, Han Zhong opened his mouth and thought for a while, "That's just an ideal, how is that possible? Those who work hard govern people, and those who work hard govern others." Blame yourself for your bad life. The young master really wants to mingle with those idiots." He snorted coldly, "They don't even know a single big character. When you talk to them, it's like playing the piano to a cow."

"If you don't know how to learn, don't we just know it? Don't we all never learn it!" Han Chuhu said optimistically, "People are neither stupid nor stupid, so there's no reason why they can't learn."

"Young master, you really let these mud legs sit on an equal footing with you! Even sitting on top of the temple." Han Zhong couldn't imagine it, he shuddered, this scene was too terrifying.

"Why not, this gentry has managed the world like this? We should be ashamed." Han Chuhu said sarcastically, and said seriously, "Maybe we should change the way! Those who have the right will help more, and those who have lost will have little help. . Uncle Zhong, look at the large and small emperors who are as numerous as the hair of a cow, and some of them are sincere for the people and the world."

"Then it's not Lady Hong's turn!" Han Zhong said with a sad face, "Aren't all men in the world dead yet?"

"The world's men are not dead, but how is the world? We all see it in our eyes and keep it in our hearts." Han Chuhu snorted coldly, looked at him seriously and said, "We only admire capable people, It doesn't matter whether it is male or female!"

"Young master, you see that your speech has changed." Han Zhong looked at him with a sullen face and said, "I..." Tears fell, "Bah! This old slave's words are also tasteless. changed."

"Haha..." Han Zhuhu laughed when he heard the words, and he burst into tears.

"Master, stop laughing, this old slave already wants to die." Han Zhong looked at him with a layer of fog in his eyes and said.

"You! Don't think nonsense, what are you going to die for! We have to live well." Han Zhuhu looked at him softly and said.

"Don't you doubt it, young master? Even if this plague is real, she not only has both civil and military skills, but also understands medicine. With her grassroots background, she is still a refugee, and can come into contact with these profound knowledge." Han Zhong frowned and looked at him and said.

"Oh! These!" Han Chuhu looked at him amusingly and said, "Didn't you inquire about it, why don't you believe it?"

"Do you believe it? He studied on the way to escape the famine." Han Zhong said incredulously, "It doesn't feel very reliable."

"Why is it unreliable? It's normal to run away from the famine since birth, and it's normal to study for more than ten years. Seriously, we also escaped, but we are strong and strong, and no one dares to move us along the way. The lonely gentry , in the eyes of the refugees, that is fat." Han Chuhu looked at him with clear eyes and said, "I believe that people like Mrs. Hong, who can get the opportunity to read and read, will work harder and harder than me. I can't wait to use it for twelve hours a day." The corner of his mouth looked at him with a smile and said, "Uncle Zhong didn't see the energy of Zhongyuan and the others!"

"Master, Mrs. Hong broke the rules like this." Han Zhong reminded in a low voice.

"What are the rules?" Han Chuhu looked at him with puzzled eyes and said.

"It has always been the children of the nobility who read and read. There is no such thing as their dirty legs. Mrs. Hong taught them, which made us panic." Han Zhong said dissatisfiedly, "Take their souls away. Now, who will work for us from now on!"

"Haha..." Han Chuhu shook his head and laughed when he heard this, "Uncle Zhong doesn't agree."

"Of course, the more you learn, the more you will have an appetite, and it will be easier to become swayed." Han Zhong vowed, "Who would be willing to be subservient to others!" He complained, "This lady Hong is really simple. I don’t know if the disciples of the church starve to death the master!”

Han Zhanhu looked at him with dark eyes and said, "What should I say about some things? You didn't see Chen Zhongyuan and the others looking at Madam Hong full of admiration." He added amusingly, "Trust is mutual, Chen Zhongyuan. How could they be so heartbroken with their grateful expressions! I can't wait to stab a knife in both sides for Madam Hong." The conversation turned and said, "Besides, what you can think of, with Madam Hong's ingenuity, how can you not think of it, dare to teach They are not afraid of starving the master to death. Maybe what we see is just a little bit, we can't imagine her power. "

"How is this possible?" Han Zhong looked at him suspiciously and said, feeling a little exaggerated.

"Then wait and see." Han Chuhu turned his head slightly to look at the advancing crowd that was getting further and further away from him and said, "Let's go!" As he walked, he said, "Uncle Zhong, don't act well in the future, especially when it comes to Hong Kong. Lady's."

"The old slave dare not, but the old slave's attitude towards Mrs. Hong remains unchanged, and the loyal words are unfavorable. The old slave still has to say about her." Han Zhong said seriously.

"Speak! I'm listening." Hearing this, Han Chuhu raised his lips and smiled slightly.

The two quickened their pace and slowly caught up with the team.

When we walked outside the city gate, it was already noon, and the sun was poisonous!
"This city gate is wide open, is there any fraud!" Sixi said with her eyes fixed on the unusually quiet city gate.

"No! They didn't know we would come." Jiang Shuisheng said without thinking.

"I know it's a plague, but I don't have to run far!" Chen Zhongyuan echoed, "It seems that this city is not very good!"

"I still didn't save them." Hong Lianshuo looked at the people who were still hanging on the city wall. In the past few days, they had already been exposed to the sun.

"If there is a plague in the city, who would be in the mood to take care of them." Han Zhuhu stared at the city gate darkly.

"Why does it smell so bad?" Han Youxin said in a muffled voice, pinching his nose.

"Miss Hong didn't say that, after seven or eight days of this disease, many people developed symptoms of intestinal ulceration and diarrhea, and eventually died of exhaustion." Fang Dazhui looked around and said, "This smell is not the smell of a toilet."

"Then shall we still go in?" Si Xi swallowed and said.

"Come in!" Hong Lianshuo said decisively, "Let's see if there are any survivors." He took off a square cloth from his waist and covered the lower half of his face, a simple mask.

There is no way, there is no cloth, only to tear off a piece of cloth from the clothes, smear it with the juice of dandelion, make do with it!

Hong Lianshuo looked back at Jiang Shuisheng and said, "If your injuries are not completely healed, stay here, be careful."

(End of this chapter)