Raising the Demon

Chapter 120 One Ship of Weapons and Five Ships of Food
When these ships arrived at the port of Mengcheng, they were all unloaded, and Zi Baifeng ordered another ship to be brought over.

It was a pendulum boat, a boat from a grain merchant in Zhongqushan. Because this kind of boat is not easy to travel and the cost is not high, the grain merchants in Zhongqushan often buy one and get one free.

Weapons that could not fit in seven or eight small boats were installed in the pendulum boat, and the waterline was only lowered a little. With the addition of a dozen big men, it was also safe.

But this time, it wasn't just this pendulum boat, there were five pendulum boats behind it, which belonged to the grain merchants in Zhongqu Mountain.

These days, apart from preparing for the weapons business, Zi Baifeng also planned another business.

In fact, Zi Baifeng had already started planning this business as early as when the refugees began to pour into Jiuyan Township. He knew that when the war came, the prices of many things would increase, especially the war materials, and the most important thing in the war materials was Grain and weapons.

So Zi Baifeng showed his strength to the grain merchants in Zhongqu Mountain, convinced them that he would provide protection, and let them go to the south with Zi Baifeng's caravan to sell grain.

Businessmen are always profit-seeking. As the so-called capital has a 20.00% profit, it will be active; with a 50.00% profit, it will take risks; with a [-]% profit, it will dare to trample on all laws; with a [-]% profit He dared to risk hanging his head.Cucumber is a very good food for war, and it can be sold at a higher price at this time.So what if it's a little dangerous?Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance!
Others say that Zi Baifeng has sharp eyes and sees business opportunities, especially Hu Caijun, who admires Zi Baifeng quite a lot. He finds that he is still inferior to Zi Baifeng in terms of courage. No wonder Zi Baifeng is so successful rise.But this time, he didn't intend to stand idly by anymore. He met the patriarch of the Hu clan again, his grandfather Hu Tianhua, and persuaded him to take a share, and then Hu Caijun came forward to lobby the grain merchants in Zhongqushan.Then, the number of grain ships heading to the south changed from three to five.

But only Luo Qianshan knew the reason why Zi Baifeng did this. Zi Baifeng had always felt guilty about transporting weapons to the south, so he could only compensate by transporting food.

Luo Qianshan didn't know whether he should tell Zi Baifeng that transporting grain to the south at this time was really not a good thing or a bad thing, but in the end, he still pretended not to know and held back in his stomach.

As long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough.

The north wind blows, the wind is cold, the sails hanging on the pendulum boat are tightened, more than a dozen long oars are stretched into the water, shake vigorously, one ship of weapons, five ships of grain, six ships in a row, break the water surface, set off Waves of waves slowly left the port along the Meng River to the Yang River amidst the blessings of everyone saying "Bon voyage".

A flag was raised from the ship in the front. It was a big "Zi" character, which represented that this ship belonged to Zi Baifeng.

Many people in Jiuyan Township and Mengcheng were standing on the shore at this time, watching the fleet carrying the hopes of many people slowly go away.

Little Shitou stood beside Zi Baifeng. It was rare for this little guy to suddenly become poetic, and he opened his mouth and said: "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man is gone..."

"Crack!" Zi Baifeng slapped him on his slightly prickly, green scalp, "Speak up!"

"Little Shitou, you read it wrong. You can't read this poem at this time..." Xiao Tuozi accused Xiao Shitou of being ignorant.

"Haha..." I don't know who laughed first, and then there was a burst of laughter on the shore.

Zi Baifeng couldn't help laughing, as if his depression and worries had been swept away.

"I'll definitely come back safely!" He clenched his fists tightly.

On the Meng River, the young fisherman put up an awning, looked at the huge grain ship in front of him, and shouted: "Father, step aside! Those bad guys are here again!"

"What are you talking about! Watch it!" The fisherman stretched out his hand and slapped his son on the head, "That's Master Xiucai's boat!"

The boy stood up, looked at the flag hanging on the boat, laughed, and said, "Sure enough, it belongs to Master Xiucai! Are you going to sell food?"

The young man suddenly showed envy: "I really want to go to the south too... Dad, what is the song that Master Xiucai sang?"

The fisherman sang the fisherman's song all day long, and he had a good voice. He shook the oar lightly, and the oar made splashes, cleared the waterway, and began to sing.

His voice is hoarse and full of metallic charm, but it is magnificent and loud, resounding over the Meng River.

"Egrets fly in front of Mount Xisai, peach blossoms flow in water and mandarin fishes are fat. Green bamboo hats, green capes, slanting wind and drizzle do not return." (I always feel that we should sing at this time and let us row our oars...)
Simple but unique singing voices sounded from all directions. The fisherman, the fisherman, the old man rowing, and the young man catching fish all raised their heads and sang this ballad from another time and space——

Green straw hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle don’t need to return, don’t need to return!
Winter is approaching, can spring be far behind?
……

As soon as the husband walked to a place not far in front of the study, he saw Zi Baifeng sitting on the threshold without any image, leaning against the closed door of the study, his head was biting, trying to catch up on sleep.

Taxue stretched her neck and arched him so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

The husband felt a little distressed. This child, I don't know how busy he is these days. Sometimes, I really want to help him share some of it.

Gently patted Zi Baifeng's shoulder, Zi Baifeng was talking in his sleep over there: "Sir, don't hit me, I was wrong..."

The husband was angry and funny at the same time, and pushed him again, which made Zi Baifeng open his eyes bewilderedly.

"Why are you free to come to see me today?" Some time ago, if Zi Baifeng came to Mengcheng, he would often come to see Mr., but these days, he is really too busy.

It seemed that the boy's cheeks were sunken and he had lost a lot of weight.

"Sir, I came to ask you to borrow books." Zi Baifeng said.

"Borrow a book? Borrow what book?" The gentleman was taken aback. Zi Baifeng is famous for his knowledge and memorization. Whenever he read a book, he would firmly engrave it in his mind. It is almost impossible to forget it. So I want to It is really difficult to find a book that Zi Baifeng has never read.

"No one else has this kind of book, but you must have it." Zi Baifeng said.

"About... cultivating immortals?" After thinking for a while, the gentleman could only ask these questions.

Zi Baifeng shook his head and said, "No, I want to read history books."

History books?The gentleman stared at Zi Baifeng with wide eyes, as if he had heard something shocking: "Why do you want to read history books?"

"Using copper as a guide, you can straighten your clothes; taking people as a guide, you can tell gains and losses; taking history as a guide, you can know success and failure." Zi Baifeng shook his head, "I always thought it was strange before, but I didn't remember where it was strange, but now I understand." Zi Baifeng said, "I have never read a history book since I was a child."

Zi Baifeng thought about it for himself. Among the books he had read, there was not a single compiled history book. The closest to a history book he had read was the Mengcheng County Chronicle. But that's just the county annals.

Others are the genealogy of each village, such as Yan's "Jade Classic".

"I asked a lot of people, but none of them had any history books, so I came to find Mr. Zibaifeng." He looked at Mr. Wang with hopeful eyes, hoping Mr. Wang could give him some hope.

The gentleman smiled wryly, and said, "I don't have history books here either."

"Why?" Zi Baifeng felt strange. He thought it was because Mengcheng was located in a remote place, so there were fewer books, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"The reason, haven't you already said it?" Mr. repeated the sentence that Zi Baifeng just read: "With copper as a mirror, you can straighten your clothes; with people as a mirror, you can understand gains and losses; with history as a mirror, you can know success and failure." .That's really good...it's a pity, what if someone doesn't want to let others know?"

Zi Baifeng frowned, thinking about Mr.'s words, indeed, in the history of previous lives, there were countless people who were convicted of crimes due to historical reasons.Most of the history books compiled in the previous life are also in the hands of the imperial court.

"But there will always be people who are curious and plan to write it." Zi Baifeng said, "History is always written by the victors. Don't the victors want people to record their victories?"

"History is always written by the victors..." Mr. was stunned for a while, and then savored the sentence carefully, then shook his head and smiled: "This sentence is really good, but... if there is no victory who?"

"There will always be a winner." Zi Baifeng said, how could there be no winners in this world?
"What if the victors are always those people? No matter how hard they struggle, what kind of result, they will always win in the end..." Mr. raised his head and looked towards the sky. At that moment, his eyes seemed to flow The long river of sadness condensed into the whole life almost drowned Zi Baifeng.

Zi Baifeng hurriedly turned his head away, he suddenly remembered the person who killed Senior Badao.

A glance like a knife... no, a glance of a thousand years!
It couldn't be Mr. who killed Senior Ba Dao, because Luo Qianshan refused to worship him as his teacher, and became angry from embarrassment, so he killed Luo Qianshan's master?

And if this is the case, will I help Luo Qianshan or my husband?It's so confusing.

"What are you thinking about again?" The gentleman stretched out his ruler and lightly tapped on Zi Baifeng's head, which woke Zi Baifeng up. He quickly avoided the master's ruler. Nothing good.

"Yes, with history as a mirror, we can know the ups and downs, but if there is no ups and downs at all, if the winner is always the same person, or the same force, they will naturally cover up the history and prevent anyone from knowing the history." Zi Baifeng suddenly He slapped his hands and said: "But there will always be people who want to know, go investigate, go record."

The more active the thinking of human beings, the more difficult it is to maintain a political system for too long. Therefore, since ancient times, there have been burning books and burying Confucianism, there have been seclusion, and there have been literary inquisitions. Every dynasty and every generation has never stopped.

(End of this chapter)