The fate of writers

Seeing the bright lights in the room, Xiao Ping knew that the eldest lady had suffered from insomnia again. Since arriving in Yin County, the smile on the eldest lady's face had become less and less.

Xiao Ping walked in with the late night snack. Jiang Ling's eyes lit up when she saw the late night snack. She didn't eat dinner because she had no appetite. The hunger in her empty stomach now made her feel that this simple late night snack was also the ultimate delicious food.

"Miss, please slow down. No one is trying to grab you. If my wife sees her, she will definitely talk about you again." Xiao Ping didn't know why Jiang Ling ate at such an unusual speed. Both his wife and husband chewed slowly. people.

Jiang Ling glanced sideways at the vial: "I'm not active in eating, and I have a problem with my thinking."

"Then why don't you actively eat at night?"

"There are many different situations regarding positivity..."

"Miss!" Xiao Ping was staring at her with almond-shaped eyes, as if to say stop teasing her. The same trick would not work the second time.

"Is it because of the letter? But after reading it, you still laughed and said that today, oh, I could eat three taels more rice yesterday." Xiao Ping looked at the night and corrected.

The corners of Jiang Ling's mouth drooped and he sighed: "It's a good thing that the anti-drug ambition is sweeping across the country like a spark of fire, but is it really a good thing that a country without independent sovereignty always has such a firm will? As far as I know, 'opium' The profits are very considerable, a person can take risks, but what about a country?"

"Miss, isn't banning opium a good thing?" Xiao Ping blinked. She couldn't quite understand what the eldest lady said about independence and sovereignty, but she knew that banning opium was a good thing for the country. A good thing that benefits the people.

"It is a good thing, and it must be banned, but there will still be..."

"Is that enough, or do you regret it?"

"No, if you ask me if I don't regret it, my answer will always be never!" Jiang Ling seemed to have caught the thread.

That's right, when did you have to consider the thoughts of evil people when doing good things?

Since something is right and must be done, there is nothing to hesitate about.

Without "opium" there would be other triggers. After all, this land is too rich and too weak.

"Thank you, Teacher Xiaoping, for the solution. Teacher Xiaoping, it's already very late and it's time to rest."

"You always have one theory after another, so you should do it yourself first. Don't stay up late, it's not good for your health, and your wife will worry about it." Xiao Ping muttered. Jiang Ling had already finished eating, so she put away the dishes and left. Got out.

Jiang Ling paid attention to Xiao Ping's red cheeks and light steps. It turned out that Teacher Xiao Ping was embarrassed.

Jiang Ling took out the letter and read it again. He was indeed happy. What the enemy opposed was exactly what we wanted to do.

In fact, Jiang Ling received two letters. One was a good news letter from a friend. The letter vividly described the disgrace of one after another "opium" parlors closing down.

The other letter was a silent threat.The letter didn't use any strong words. Instead, he put himself in her shoes and seemed to be thinking about her.The letter writer is well aware of some of the bad habits of literati. They speak uprightly but keep their mouths shut for the sake of the country. If someone is not firm in his thoughts, it would not be surprising if he is sold in a daze and pays for others.It was signed only with the surname "Steiger", which reminded her of her scapegoat friend Robert.

This sent shivers down Jiang Ling's spine.She didn't know if Robert was secretly doing a huge profit business, but Robert's arrogance made him disdain the Yan culture. His understanding of the Yan culture was only superficial, so who wrote this letter if he knew a lot about the Yan culture? What about?Or where does the unconcealable malice come from?