After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 393

The doors of the shops in Qifen Alley were open.

But there are also few pedestrians on the streets and alleys, which seems very deserted.

At this moment, Li Chenan sighed and said:

"Brother, I really want to do something for Ningguo and the people of Ningguo. It's not pity, but this damn conscience!"

"When I say tired, I don't mean tired physically, but...tired in my heart!"

"A large number of officials in the court had their heads beheaded and their homes were ransacked. The remaining half of the officials, these people are capable ministers, but in my opinion, many of them can obey orders, but subjectively Mobility is too low!"

As if worried that Hua Manting could not understand the word subjective initiative, Li Chenan explained again: "I mean, including the six ministers, they are used to step-by-step procedures, and lack the initiative, planning and foresight of their work. wait."

"Of course, the reason why they beat a stick and jump one step at a time may be the result of Ji Tai's power in the past 20 years. They are worried about making mistakes, worrying about taking responsibility, worrying about offending people, and worrying about losing their black hat."

"This kind of official can be conservative, but he is less determined to forge ahead."

"The other is the officials from all over the place. The Imperial City Division has their details, but I have no one to use them, and I can't do anything to them for the time being."

"That's why I plan to open an additional autumn event next year to select a group of young officials. It's just that I'm probably not in the capital at the time of the autumn event. Who will preside over this matter?"

"One is bad, kill a group of corrupt officials, and replace them with another group of corrupt officials!"

"For the common people, it's just worse for the common people to leave a picker and a cooker!"

"Why is the world peaceful?"

"In fact, the so-called world is what the king values. For the common people... they just hope to have a sheltered home where they can live and work in peace."

"That's their ideal, but it's hard to realize."

"In the eyes of many rulers in the past dynasties, they are sheep with an unlimited supply of wool!"

"It's fine to squeeze the wool, but at the end of the dynasty, the rulers disliked the fact that the wool could not grow, so they simply raised their swords and slaughtered the sheep!"

"Do they have people in their eyes?"

"No."

"The only thing they have in their eyes is the authority that is hard to give up!"

"While sucking the blood of the common people, they told the common people that this is your honor!"

Hua Manting turned his head in surprise, looked at Li Chenan, and saw Li Chenan laughing at himself, "Why do they dare to be so unscrupulous? Because the people are easy to bully!"

"The people are at the bottom of the social structure. They are the cornerstone of a country, but the cornerstone bears the weight of the buildings built on it!"

"People who stand on the top of the building can hardly see the pain of the foundation stone."

"Everyone in this building can't appreciate the hardships of the cornerstone, and they all think that this is a matter of course!"

"So, when distributing social wealth, from top to bottom, the benefits don't come to the cornerstone."

"They are forever trampled under the ruler's feet!"

"As far as the current national scientific examination system is concerned, studying is a luxury. It is almost impossible for the cornerstones to climb up through the imperial examination."

"They don't even have three meals a day. How can there be extra money for their children to pass their studies and get into official positions?"

"This door is closed to them, and it is difficult to push open."

"But when the country is in danger, the people sitting in this building will think of the cornerstone below, so tell them, it's time to defend their home and country!"

"A government decree draws people from among the people and sends them to the front line. Those who die are still the lowest level people, and those who enjoy the fruits of victory are still the old men in the building!"

"How many of the officials in the court have the lofty thought of worrying about the people if they are high in the temple, and worrying about the king if they are far away in the rivers and lakes?"

"How many people have the great ambition of worrying about the world's worries first, and enjoying the world's happiness later?"

Having said that, Li Chenan shook his head and turned his mouth, and looked at Hua Manting's shocked expression: "It's getting too far,"

He stopped suddenly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the right:
"Look over there."

Hua Manting turned his head to look, just at the side of this street, in the midst of the wind and snow, stood a charcoal seller in thin clothes!
It was a stooped little old man wearing a bamboo hat.

He folded his hands in his sleeves and hugged him tightly in front of his chest. He kept walking on the ground with his feet, huddled together in the cold.

In front of him was an ox cart full of charcoal.

The top of the charcoal has been covered with heavy snow, which means that he has been standing here for a long time, and he hasn't sold any charcoal for a long time.

But even though he was so cold, he didn't light a fire of charcoal to keep him warm.

Seeing that it was getting late, he seemed to have no intention of going back.

Li Chenan took a deep breath, and there was a hint of sadness in his low tone:

"This is for living!"

"Live, and live hard!"

"Obviously the price of goods has risen a lot this year, and this year's winter is colder than before, but his charcoal can't be sold... because the people don't have much money left in their pockets!"

"As long as the cold doesn't kill you, everyone will tighten their clothes and make do with it."

"As a result, his charcoal is more difficult to sell."

"But he's still selling, even if it's getting late."

"Maybe he needs the money from selling this cart of charcoal to buy some miscellaneous grains for his family, or maybe he needs to buy a cotton-padded jacket for his family to survive this cold winter."

"Looking at Ningguo, how many people like him are there?"

When the three of them walked in front of the charcoal seller, the little old man had already raised his head.

There was already a gleam of hope in those old eyes on his dark face.

"Master, young master, do you want to buy some charcoal?"

"The charcoal fired by the villain is very good, how about selling it to you at a lower price?"

Li Chenan nodded, then turned his head and told Amu: "Take him to the Plum Garden."

"what would you do?"

"I'm fine."

"……it is good!"

Li Chenan looked at the charcoal seller, and said with a smile: "Old man, you let him go, I want all your charcoal, go to my house to pay the bill."

The little old man obviously did not expect to meet such a big buyer. He was so excited that his body was trembling and his speech became stammer:

"Many, thank you son!"

He fell to his knees!

He kowtowed three times to Li Chenan!

"My lord is a good man, little old man, little old man, I wish you a long life!"

His barren words could not express the excitement in his heart at the moment, but what he did, already made Li Chenan's heart extremely sad.

Seeing the old man driving an ox cart following Amu in the wind and snow, Li Chenan watched for a long time.

Suddenly blurted out:

"A charcoal seller, cutting fuel and burning charcoal in the southern mountains.

His face was dusty and smoky, and his temples were grey and black with ten fingers.

Where can I get the money from selling charcoal?The clothes on the body and the food in the mouth.

Poor body coat is single, worried about charcoal cheap wishing the weather cold. "

He steps forward.

Hua Manting watched him follow closely behind, and heard him recite again:

"At night there was a foot of snow outside the city, and Xiao drove a charcoal cart through the ice ruts.

……

A car of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, the imperial ambassador will not regret it.

Half a bolt of red yarn and one zhang of silk, tied to the bull's head and filled with charcoal. "

"Brother, Xing, the people are suffering, death, the people are suffering!"

"Who did the common people provoke whom?"

"Why should it suffer?!"

"This fucking old society!"

(End of this chapter)