Chapter 341 The death of a gentleman is inevitable

The envoy of the Son of Heaven came quickly, but to everyone's surprise, except for a guard who delivered the order, there was no arrested sergeant of the Military Intelligence Department.

The guard also ignored Deng Ruoshui, Zhao Jingyun and the others, his expression was cold, he always had a smile on his face when he came to the weekly office with the Son of Heaven in the past, but this time he was indifferent from thousands of miles away. He is a close minister of the Son of Heaven, and his attitude naturally reflects the likes and dislikes of the Son of Heaven, Wei Liaoweng's heart jumped when he saw it, but the guard didn't say anything, but just sent an edict to the Son of Heaven to summon Wei Liaoweng back to discuss matters.

Wei Liaoweng glanced at everyone, smiled bitterly and ordered a few words, and then let his attendants stay here, and left in a hurry. At noon, news came that Wei Liaoweng was reprimanded by His Majesty and made him think about it behind closed doors in the palace.

This seemed to be a signal, and all the people who were concerned about this matter moved up, and in the afternoon of the same day, a messenger from Lin'an Mansion came to the "Weekly" outside, saying that they wanted to enter the "Weekly" office to investigate, turn the "Weekly" office inside and out, and after obtaining the manuscripts of Zhao Jingyun and Zhang Duanyi, they quickly collected the team and went back.

Immediately afterward, a group of businessmen came to the "Weekly" in a fit of indignation, and with their servants, they poured a basin of sewage on the door of the "Weekly" office, and then left.

The stench was so bad that the basin of sewage turned out to be the dung water scooped out of the manure pit.

For Sven Land, this is a great humiliation, but at this time, Deng Ruoshui is not in the Weekly Office, he is in front of the former Prime Minister Cui He Mansion of Zhishi.

In recent years, Cui He's health has become worse and worse, and after Zhishi, except for occasionally taking the train to Huating and Jinling to see, he almost didn't move at home. In order to avoid having too much influence on the government, Cui He often said that he was sick when he asked for a meeting with hundreds of officials, and only when Zhao Heju came, he would really come out. However, Deng Ruoshui is not an official, so he has seen Cui He a few times this year.

"Mr. Deng, my master has already gone to Jinling, saying that he is going to meet the new plant of Jinling Smelter, and he went out early in the morning." Hearing his intention, the porter bowed his hand apologetically: "Mr. Deng, please go back for the time being, if the old master comes back, the villain will definitely tell Mr. Deng about his visit." ”

The news was not unexpected, Deng Ruoshui smiled bitterly and arched his hand and returned to his car.

If there is anyone else in Lin'an City who can influence the Son of Heaven and let the Son of Heaven deal with Zhao Jingyun lightly, it is Cui He. Deng Ruoshui knew that Wei Liaoweng was ordered to reflect on it, and he knew that this time he was only afraid that it would be difficult to be good, although he himself was fearless, but he did not want to see Zhao Jingyun, Zhang Duanyi and others convicted for this, so on the one hand, he sent someone to tell Zhang Duanyi and asked him to hide quickly, and on the other hand, he came to visit Cui He, hoping that he could let the Son of Heaven temporarily calm the wrath of thunder.

However, Cui He, an old slippery head, the older a person gets, the more cunning he becomes, and as soon as he sees an article in the newspaper in the morning, he immediately buys a ticket to avoid Jinling. Although the porter said that he was going to see the new building of the smelter, in fact, he was just avoiding the thunderstorm that was forming.

"That's it...... That's all we have to do at this point. Deng Ruoshui sighed in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of the weather, or if I smell the smell of wind and thunder, there are not many pedestrians on the road. As we passed through the newly opened Moxiang Fang, there was a sudden increase in the number of pedestrians, and the streets were full of people, with dozens of vendors weaving through the crowd.

This is the north-south longitudinal street closest to the Weekly Office, and more than a dozen newspapers in Lin'an City, large and small, are concentrated on this street, including the printing houses and commercial press of these newspapers. This is where the name of Moxiangfang comes from. Deng Ruoshui heard the sound of "selling newspapers and selling newspapers" outside, and secretly felt a little strange in his heart, according to the usual progress, the newspapers were taken out for sale in the morning, and now it is past the afternoon, why are those small newspaper sellers still selling?

"Is it a great rebellion or a treacherous forgetfulness, a review of the two Miao articles of the Great Song Times Weekly!" A newspaper seller shouted: "Come and buy it, and see how the Jinghua Daily criticizes the traitor!" ”

"The initiator, there is no aftermath! The special issue of "Lin'an Business Daily" bombarded "Time Magazine"! ”

"Look at the world today, whose world it is!"

The noisy shouts came into the carriage, and Deng Ruoshui was still a little gray at first, but he was a character who became stronger and stronger, and the world wanted to be his enemy, which aroused his anger.

The carriage was soon discovered by these people, and over the years, the carriage with the words "Great Song Times Weekly" painted with white paint on it was always light and proud when walking on the streets of Lin'an, but today not only the wheels seemed to be trapped in a mud pit, but the coachman was also depressed, feeling that he had lost his usual pride. Everyone who saw the car looked at them with unfriendliness, even contempt and hostility.

"Traitors, everyone gets and is punished!" A Confucian with a fluttering beard raised his arms and shouted.

"Punish this thief for the world!" Someone responded immediately.

Dozens of people rushed over in an instant, surrounding the carriage, and then it was as if all the people in the street were surrounding it. Deng Ruoshui's coachman trembled with fright, threw away the reins and hugged his head, but barely rolled into the crowd and fled.

Deng Ruoshui lifted the curtain of the car and watched this scene calmly, and then he straightened his clothes and pinned a badge with the words "Heart for the People's Livelihood" on his chest, which was given to him by Zhao Youju on the tenth anniversary of the weekly, encouraging him to also point out the direction of the weekly's future publication.

Stretching his clothes, he lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.

Greeted by vigorous anger, Deng Ruoshui almost felt that the eyes of these people were breathing fire. He couldn't help but think of eight words in his mind: what a thousand people refer to, and he died without a problem.

But he quickly froze, straightened his chest, and smiled, just like when he used a scholar to raise a sword to kill Wu Xi, who led an army of hundreds of thousands.

"He's still laughing, he's still laughing!"

Someone was so angry that he threw something in his hand at him, and if there was one who took the lead, there was a second one at once, and the raindrops of things smashed into the carriage, and in the midst of the turmoil, this little carriage was like a flat boat that could be swallowed up at any moment.

Deng Ruoshui took a sudden step, stepped on the wheel, and stood beside the coachman, he felt that it was not good enough, so he climbed to the top of the carriage with great difficulty, and then straightened his clothes, as if the dirty things that had been smashed on his body did not exist.

"It is inevitable that a gentleman will die and be crowned!"

Deng Ruoshui raised his arms on the roof of the carriage and shouted, his voice like thunder. In front of him, more and more people gathered.

Zhang Duanyi's hand trembled a little, and the pen fell from his fingertips a few times, he picked it up again, and then replaced the soiled paper.

Except for the ink marks, there is not a single word on the paper.

After he wrote "Iron House", he became one of the hottest authors of the Great Song Dynasty overnight, and successively came out with "Pillow Huangliang", "Qilang" and "The Man on the River", but he still rarely published miscellaneous comments in the newspaper, and only when Deng Ruoshui asked him for an offer, he would write spicy essays in the vernacular. In the past few years, Runbi has made a lot of money, and the life at home is far better than before, but the old wife is used to working in the textile factory, but she has never quit her job. Every time he thinks of this, Zhang Duanyi is a little apologetic, but he feels that he is really useless in his life except for his old wife.

But today I have to do something more sorry for my old wife......

Looking at the telegram on the table, Zhang Duanyi smiled bitterly, Deng Ruoshui was too bold, and he dared to notify himself to avoid it through the telegram, all these telegrams were stored in the telegraph office, and after the incident, the Son of Heaven would be investigated, and Deng Ruoshui would have to add another crime.

Thinking of this, Zhang Duanyi finally settled down and began to write hard, which was a letter for his wife.

After the letter was written, he didn't wait for it to finish, he pressed it with an inkstone, packed up some things by himself, and walked out quickly. As soon as he went out, his wife entered the room through the side door, with tears in her eyes, and stroked the paper repeatedly with her hand.

"If you want to practice the Great Dao, why are you worried that I will pull you back, I have not quit my job all these years, isn't it just preparing for this day!" The old wife looked at the empty door and thought.

Zhang Duanyi, who left home, didn't know what was going on at home, he called a car, and rushed directly to the station, and there was a car to Lin'an in the afternoon, and he arrived at Lin'an Station at midnight.

In the past two or three years, the development of Suzhou Prefecture has suddenly accelerated, with a large number of factories open, a rapid increase in shops, and a rapid population growth. The policy of rewarding births, which began to be implemented at the beginning of the Son of Heaven's accession to the throne, has now shown its effect in Suzhou, with children everywhere and the cries of hope for the future. Zhang Duanyi was originally very afraid of noise, but when he saw these carefree children, he felt happy.

The parents of these children, so that they can start higher in the future, are toiling in front of cold machines or exposing themselves to construction sites in the scorching sun. They are still good, in the Central Plains, there are more parents of children who are working hard to earn three meals a day. Although the Son of Heaven took money from the inner government to open a large number of schools across the country, and invested a lot of money in the finances of the Ministry of Household Affairs for the education of these children, how could these money solve all the problems? When the children leave the school in the future, they also want to make a living, buy a house, and have children, but these are beyond the control of the imperial court.

Only by their own hands...... But those wealthy businessmen want to use all kinds of means to deprive them of all the wealth they have created!

Although Zhang Duanyi opposed the mercantile policy of the Son of Heaven, he did not oppose industrialization, although he saw the existence of this kind of high-intensity exploitation, but there was no way to solve it, he could only express his attitude towards this unfairness by opposing the mercantilization policy of the Son of Heaven.

As a result, this time it was a big disaster...... If it weren't for Zhao Jingyun's article, his article wouldn't have attracted too much attention, but when it was put together with Zhao Jingyun's article questioning the existence of the Holy Monarch and the Virtuous Minister, this was clearly pumping the face of the Son of Heaven!

Thinking of this, Zhang Duanyi couldn't help but sigh again, and vaguely felt sorry for the Son of Heaven in his heart.

If it weren't for the appreciation of the Son of Heaven, he would still be an unknown down-and-out scholar, useless, relying on his old wife to support him, where would he have his current reputation? If it weren't for the promotion of the Son of Heaven, how could the vernacular writing that he directed could become a banner in today's literary world, and even compete with the new ancient literature?

There is also Wei Liaoweng, this old friend did not discriminate against the deceased because of his height, and he was still as enthusiastic as usual, but this time he was miserable by himself and Zhao Jingyun......

Zhang Duanyi is different from Zhao Jingyun, so he hesitated for a while at the station, and waited until the train was about to leave before making up his final decision. He wants to enter Lin'an overnight, and the trouble he has caused to the Great Song Times Weekly will naturally have to be faced by himself, whether it is from a personal point of view or from a moral point of view, he can't just walk away.

Most of the passengers on the night train went to Qingyuan Mansion from Jinling, and they slept on the train, and arrived at Qingyuan Mansion in the morning of the next day. Because it has entered the peak season at this time, many people who have not bought a seat ticket will take a newspaper and sit on the aisle, the carriage is filled with the smell of sweat, although the train attendant opens the ventilation hole at the top of the carriage can not change much.

Zhang Duanyi listened to the people around him greet each other, although most of them were strangers, but the Great Song Dynasty has always been a state of etiquette, and there is a new saying of "ten years of repairing in the same boat, and a hundred years of repairing together", so the people who went out in the car were still very polite.

"This Zhang Duanyi should be killed, Zhao Jingyun should be killed!"

The busy and noisy carriage originally calmed Zhang Duanyi's heart, but the sudden sound in his ears frightened him again. He looked over there, and it was a fat-headed man, covered in sweat because of the stuffiness in the carriage. With him were also a few businessmen-like people, and they were all angry.

"Such a rebellious statement can be published in the "Great Song Times Weekly", and this newspaper will not be able to avoid it!" There is a merchant Jia Ying and Dao.

"It is precisely that Zhang Duanyi is the most hateful, we just rely on our wealth and intelligence to make some money, he is red-eyed, and has written many unreliable articles, saying that we exploit workers, I bah, if we don't work hard to open a factory, those workers don't even have a livelihood, and it is impossible to be exploited!"

"Those who work hard govern people, those who work hard govern people, those who govern others eat people, those who govern people eat people! Mencius has long said this truth, that Zhang Duanyi is still a scholar in vain, and he doesn't even understand this! ”

"Zhao Jingyun is more hateful than Zhang Duanyi, since the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the reason why I have survived calamities is only ten words, 'The Son of Heaven and the scholars rule the world together', Zhao Jingyun has no monarch and no saint, and regards the saint and the virtuous minister as nothing, but he wants to rule the world with those small people who are rising to fight - how can this world be governed by those illiterate villains?" An old Confucian said dissatisfiedly: "The Son of Heaven is heroic, and the articles teach Er Cao, everything is inferior, only reading is high." ”

"It is clear that Zhang Duanyi is more hateful than Zhao Jingyun, as the saying goes, cutting off people's financial paths, such as killing parents. This Zhang Duanyi intends to cut off our financial means, how is it different from killing our parents? However, Zhao Jingyun thought that he could not let the scholars monopolize the power of the court, but it was a righteous word, we businessmen, I have also read the books of sages, and donated money for the country, which can be regarded as Confucian businessmen. One of the merchants, dissatisfied with the old man's contempt, said indignantly.

"Nonsense, you stinky people, also vainly trying to get involved in power, you see profit and forget righteousness, only wealth is a move, living in the people is still peeling people to fatten yourself - Zhang Duanyi's words are true, if you are allowed to go to the court, then the court will be full of corrupt ministers!"

"Now that there are fewer corrupt officials in the court, which of those corrupt officials in Jingxi Province that caused this turmoil is not a scholar?"

Originally, the two sides jointly condemned the two articles in the weekly magazine, but as they talked, it turned into their own infighting. Zhang Duanyi was about to shout and kill at first, and he couldn't help but see cold sweat on his forehead, but after hearing it, he couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Don't be noisy, noisy and shouting, it makes people feel that Mr. Zhang Duanyi and Mr. Zhao Jingyun are reasonable." A young man suddenly interjected: "The businessman only wants to monopolize the benefits of the world, and the scholar only wants to monopolize the authority, one of the two is unwilling to share the benefits with the people, and the other is unwilling to share the power with the people!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the two groups were dumbfounded.

Note 1: The death of a gentleman is inevitable, the words of Confucius's disciples when they died, among the disciples of Confucius, I like this person the most, he is straightforward and lovely when he is born, and he is pedantic and fierce when he dies.

Note 2: The sentence of the Son of Heaven is the "Prodigy Poem" of Wang Zhu of the Northern Song Dynasty, in which there is a sentence "Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty is full of scholars", and the scholar monopolized the power of the court, which can be seen.