Chapter Seventy-Three: He Shen

In the small living room, the two of them are working opposite each other, and there are a lot of crushed medicinal herbs packed in sealed bags in the middle.

Zhang Yi sighed: "I remember when I was a child, which village did not have a wine-making family, as soon as the wine came out, the whole village could smell it, what about modern people, there was no previous good-neighborly energy, calling the police, disgusted and disturbing the people, the small workshop did not make money, slightly expanded, what industry and commerce, the health bureau people will come to the door, the loss can kill you, and most of the wine-making factories are pig factories in the suburbs, while selling wine, while fattening pigs with distiller's lees, no one can do it."

The land I found you is also a pig farm, because you are getting medicinal wine, the taste is heavy, and people have to tidy up and wash it later, so the price is more expensive, and you can use a wine pot of 5,000 oceans a day. ”

"Okay!"

As long as you can get things done, money is a floating cloud, Su Ren nodded and said, "You help find a place, make the tiger bone bear bile into foam, and then get a trolley to accompany me on a trip." ”

Zhang Yi is a quick man, anxious, and never willing to delay doing things, so he immediately went back to arrange it as soon as he agreed.

Seeing that there were no outsiders, Nie Zheng drilled out the wooden beads on Su Ren's wrist, picked up the medicine hammer on the side, and silently worked on the work of crushing the medicinal materials, many times, Nie Zheng was more like a shadow, silent, and easy for people to ignore.

He Shen is a lazy guy who sells his mouth and plays well, and he has recently become obsessed with TV series, so he ran to Lao Wang's house next door to watch some soap operas with tears in his eyes.

Yesterday I watched "The Legend of Zhen Huan", and when I came back, I said that the performance was good, and the performance was good, but it was cruel and almost strong, and there were not many people who died back and forth.

"Ji Shorty, Ji stammered, he Ji Yun and Ji Xiaolan are just a nerd, writing books, what qualifications does he have to compare with me and Shen? Still turning my brush around? Couplet with me? Does he have that grade? Does he have that qualification? Is he worthy?

He is not a copyist of the Hanlin Academy, how can he be so reasonable... How can this be true? ”

Su Ren glanced at it from behind, and He Shen came out of the wall scolding, his round face was full of anger, and his eyes were red with anger.

"Master, master, how can TV series be arranged randomly, how can it be made up randomly!"

He Shen flicked his sleeves, brushed the thick braid at the back of his head, glared and shouted: "This is tampering with history, slandering, and smearing me Niu Hulu and He Shen." A bunch of nonsense is pure nonsense. ”

Su Ren blinked, couldn't figure out the reason for He Shen's anger, and asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

""Iron Tooth Bronze Tooth Ji Xiaolan".

As soon as he said this name, He Shen became furious again, and shouted angrily: "Still iron-toothed and copper-toothed, I'm sorry, he Ji Xiaolan is a stammering fool who can't understand what to say." ”

Su Ren's heart rose and gossip, Ji Xiaolan and He Shen, that is a story from a small age! Listen to He Shenyi, what's wrong with this? What's so funny? Immediately became interested, holding a water glass, sitting on a chair and posing to watch a play.

The little milk cat stared at the blue eyes, looked at Heshen, looked at the small strip of cloth on the ground, and then flicked its big tail and jumped into Su Ren's arms and rolled into a ball.

Nie Zheng silently lowered the frequency of the hammer on the side.

"When the "Siku Quanshu" was revised, he Ji Yun and Ji Xiaolan were just one of the many compilers under me and Shen, and the biggest position was just a co-organizer of the university, which was barely regarded as a first-grade grade, still an elegant shortage, and no real job.

Once Ji Xiaolan talked about the government in front of the saint, what he said was nonsense and unrealistic, and he was angrily reprimanded by the saint. Calling you Ji Xiaolan just a "rotten Confucian", how dare you talk about military affairs! made Ji Xiaolan blush-faced on the spot, master, you said, such a person just wants to fight, does he have that qualification? ”

He Shen's shrewd eyes also began to show emotion, with memories of the past, said: "Ji Yun is brilliantly written, quick in thought, and the way of couplets is a must, known as the genius of the river, these and a certain do not deny, but to say that the two of us are hostile, he plays with me and Shen all day long, which is absolutely impossible."

Ji Yun writes fluently, the handwriting is mellow, it looks graceful and luxurious, the calligraphy is both large and small, the combination of collection and release, dense and decent, vigorous and colorful, he was appreciated by me by virtue of this, and then he often wrote official documents for me, and I gave Ji Xiaolan a position that can give full play to his talents. ”

He Shen put his hand on his chest and said: "Delete and revise the "Siku Quanshu", Ji Yun offended Long Yan and was sent to Xinjiang by the Holy Lord for three years, it was me and Shen who pleaded many times before we could return to the capital and continue to compile the "Siku Quanshu". Being an official, governing the country, discussing the current situation, and talking about government affairs, Shen and I don't understand anything, and I don't understand anything. This kind of nerd has left his name in history, but Shen and I have been stinking for thousands of years, how unfair God is. ”

He Shen's tone was mixed with anger, pointed into the distance with one hand, and said in a condensed voice: "At that time, Shanxi, Shaanxi, Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou, the four provinces were in drought, there was no harvest, the people were easy to eat, they were displaced and homeless, and the displaced people could be seen everywhere.

Who went to the disaster relief? It's me and Shen! Who rescued the people of the four provinces? Or me and Shen!

If there is not enough food for disaster relief, and it is about to be catastrophic, who will solve it? Me and Shen!

Mobilize the rich people in the world to exchange the milled rice for disaster relief for dregs, how did they become a cholera world in their mouths and make a fortune? One pound of polished rice for five pounds of bran, which is more? Which will feed more people? Which will save more people?

Is that a fortune? No! It's definitely me and Shen who want to get rich, it's to save more people, why can't they figure it out!

What is Rice Milling? That's what dignitaries eat! What do ordinary people eat? It's nothing more than coarse grains and wheat bran.

Helping the victims with polished rice is a shame that they came up with.

Have they seen the victims? Have you ever seen Yi Zi eat? Have you ever seen someone who has not yet run out of breath and then been boiled in a cauldron by the disaster? Have they ever seen the victims eat dirt and die of indigestion? Have they ever seen a little lady and daughter-in-law who can't even afford to wear a single piece of clothing and walk around bare-fart/stock? ”

He Shen angrily reprimanded: "No! They haven't seen anything, they just talk some fake nonsense!

What do the victims need? Fill the belly, Guanyin soil, grass roots, tree bark······ The hungry people are animals without humanity, and they can do anything. If you don't replace the polished rice with coarse grain dregs that can save people, what will you do with me and Shen?

Shen and I are greedy, but we have never coveted the people's shares, the people in the city, does he have a rich family with a lot of money? There are so many big merchants, as long as they relax some levels, with their rights, how much silver can't be reached? ”

He Shen said a lot, and in Su Ren's view, it was nothing more than a kind of venting, a vent for himself to become a corrupt official, or the head of the corrupt officials in history, and leave a stench for thousands of years.

He Shen has done a lot of good things, this is a fact, no one can deny it, but is he greedy? Greedy, very greedy, but then again, in that era of the Qing Governor's Mansion and 100,000 snowflakes of silver in one year, is there anyone who is not greedy?

No, if you are not greedy, you will not be able to stand, and the whole society will exclude you, let alone become a big official.