Chapter 342: When and When It Is Not Right

In the crowd, Deng Ruoshui stood on the top of the carriage, his heart surging.

He can roughly guess the reasons why so many newspapers publish special issues and supplements to refute the weekly magazines: First, the wind in the court is obviously unfavorable to the weekly, and these newspapers have long been jealous of the favor of the weekly magazines by the officials, so they naturally want to jump out and fight to replace them; second, because of Wu Wenying's report some time ago, many newspapers sent famous pens to Jingxi Province to investigate the mining accident accepted bribes, which not only sent some famous pens to prison, but also completely offended their colleagues.

In the past, they had the Son of Heaven behind them, and the support of the most powerful and wise people in the world, but now, what they want to challenge is the authority of the Son of Heaven!

There's no way back......

At the beginning, Deng Ruoshui was still a little uneasy in his heart, feeling that he and others were really sorry for the Son of Heaven. But at this juncture, he had forgotten all those uneasiness.

Although he is sorry for the current Son of Heaven, he is worthy of the people of the world, even if he is misunderstood because of this.

"In the past three hundred years, the dynasty has never killed a soldier because of his words, and today the court has not yet punished us, and Er Cao intends to damage the reputation of the dynasty because of his own selfishness?" He said loudly.

These words made the besiegers quieter, Deng Ruoshui heard countless insults rushing to him, but he was unmoved, he stretched out his index finger and pointed at himself: "I, Deng Ruoshui, if I am a man without a king and a country, how can I have the intention of slashing Wu against me in the first place?" If I had been an unfaithful and unrighteous man, would I have written a direct rebuke to the thief in the first place? ”

This is what Deng Ruoshui once did, and it was widely spread among readers, and when he brought up these two things, everyone's scolding was quieter again.

"I am deeply rooted in Dien, if it were not for the favor of today's officials, how could I have today's reputation? But why did I still publish those two articles in the weekly magazine, have you ever thought about it? ”

He is not tall, and he is dark and thin, but his voice is like a bell, and he stands on a high place and speaks it, which is really moving. The tide of opposition in the crowd became smaller, which made Deng Ruoshui feel refreshed, and he said: "At the end of the third year of Yanhuang, for the expansion of Jinling, Yelu Chucai and Zheng Qingzhi argued in Boya Building, and both sides did their best, which was praised by His Majesty, and praised as a gentleman's dispute, and the reputation has been passed down to this day!" ”

"Today's weekly article is a theory of throwing bricks and leading jade, and the person who does it is not grandstanding, nor is it a reputation for fame, just to start the dispute between gentlemen again, and seek the right way for the foundation of my great Song Dynasty. If the weekly is wrong, I am willing to listen to it, respond to it, and change it, but if you are wrong, can you listen to it, respond to it, and change it? ”

"The kings are raging, I am really afraid of them, but I don't accept them, you want to convince my heart with force? Want to convince my heart with a loud voice? Do you want to convince my heart with the crowd? ”

He did not directly confront everyone, but first justified himself, using the earth-shattering events he had done in the past two years as an example to show that he was not an ungrateful person, and what he did had another purpose. Then, taking the debate between Yelu Chucai and Zheng Qingzhi in the third year of Yanhuang as an example, he pointed out that the weekly magazine threw out two articles, and only the dispute between gentlemen could convince the people of the weekly magazine, and they would never succumb to external forces. Most of the people gathered around this ink fragrance shop were Confucian scholars, and when they heard his words, they couldn't help but be moved.

It must be known that since ancient times, all those who can write and ink have boasted of this, since Zhao and Ju ascended the throne, although the Great Song Dynasty is still martial, but there are only a few people who are as aggressive as Chen Anping. Dispelling evil and promoting righteousness, being able to win with articles, and at the same time achieving a good reputation, is really an irresistible temptation for these readers.

"Then I followed him, and everyone saw knives and guns on paper!"

Some people shouted, so these Confucian scholars began to roll their fists and sleeves, and one by one they scraped their stomachs, thinking about how to make a brilliant article, so as to refute all the two articles in the "Weekly".

The crowd got out of the way, and Deng Ruoshui felt the cold swishing behind him, and his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. The coachman came to help him down, and he thanked him a little tiredly, and then sat back in the car. The carriage roared, and he leaned back into the carriage and let out a long sigh.

He is also thinking carefully, strictly speaking, he is still different from Zhao Jingyun and Zhang Duanyi's concepts, he thinks that the Holy Monarch still exists - when today's son is the most typical Holy Monarch, generous and benevolent, open-minded and upright, not good for luxury, not greedy for women, not indiscriminate punishment and no private reward, is really a model of the Holy Monarch. When Deng Ruoshui talked to others in private, he always thought that Gu Zhiyao Shun was no better than this. However, he also saw that such a holy monarch was born only after the 300 years of the Great Song Dynasty, and even the 3,000 years of China's unique endowment gave birth to such a saint. Since the ancestral dragon, the emperors of all dynasties have been able to be called Ming Jun, and there is only one in ten who can be called a holy monarch.

So, what should be done after the Holy King?

Deng Ruoshui sighed softly, even if the Son of Heaven teaches his son properly, the next emperor is still a Ming monarch, but what about the next one? If after the fifth generation, there will be emperors like Hui and Qin, what should be good?

This kind of worry is not that Deng Ruoshui is worried, in fact, when Zhao and Ju called him to talk, he also expressed this worry many times: born in sorrow and died in peace, now the Great Song Dynasty seems to be a harmonious group, there is no strong enemy outside and no treachery inside, but in fact, it has planted hidden dangers for future generations. After all, the current technological monopoly of the Great Song Dynasty cannot be maintained forever, and after this technological advantage disappears, the surrounding enemy countries will rise, and the Great Song Dynasty is used to living a comfortable life from the monarch and the commoners, how to deal with this crisis?

At this time, Deng Ruoshui's cognition of the world has long been not confined to the Great Song Dynasty and its surroundings, there are many countries in Taixi, and there is also its own civilization in Dongshengzhou, although the Great Song Dynasty is strong enough to sweep the entire land, but it is impossible to destroy and occupy all countries.

Therefore, although Deng Ruoshui does not absolutely agree with Zhao Jingyun's "people know, the people have, the people govern, and the people enjoy", he also thinks that it is a way out when there is no saint in the world.

At the end of the Moxiangfang, the carriage stopped, Deng Ruoshui only felt that his heart was still in a mess, he took a breath, lifted the curtain, and smelled the stench.

The feces splashed on the gate were still there, Deng Ruoshui frowned slightly, and then shook his head with a wry smile.

"These people actually did such an insulting thing!" The coachman had been with him for a long time, and he spoke with some civility, and scolded angrily: "It's nothing more than seeing that we are in trouble...... Mr. Deng, don't panic, who doesn't have three disasters and six difficulties, we don't have a good time today, and we will be fine tomorrow! ”

"It'll be fine tomorrow......" Deng Ruoshui repeated his words, and said with a smile: "Old Hu, ask you to pick up your mouth...... Hey? ”

The reason why he made a startled sound was because he heard the noise of the crowd behind him suddenly fell silent, and then a neat step came.

It was a group of guardsmen, with iron-blue faces, cold eyes, neat formations, and the glowing bayonets of their muskets. This group of silent soldiers, exuding a fierce murderous aura, they did not squint, and went straight to the office of the "Great Song Times Weekly".

"Are you here?" Deng Ruoshui's heart sank.

Although the number of guards in this group was not large, only sixteen people, but if you come to arrest the people in the weekly office, where do you need so many sergeants?

Zhang Duanyi looked carefully at the young man who interjected, and the young man's words were extremely sharp, which surprised him quite a bit.

Looking at the appearance, this young man should be a reader, Zhang Duanyi even saw the badge on his chest, since the Son of Heaven set the imperial medal system, many people like to have a badge similar to a medal on their chest, most of them are their own "units". Zhang Duanyi saw the words "Jinling University" above, and his heart was a little abrupt, this should be a student of Jinling University, or it may be a teaching.

However, there were a few people around the young man, but they did not have the badge pinned, and their expressions were a little restrained, as if they were a little uncomfortable arguing with people on the train.

"The current government of the official family is all about facilitating and benefiting the people, and Zhang Duanyi and Zhao Jingyun are really ...... It's ......."

After being silent for a while, some of the businessmen couldn't help but speak, but they wanted to refute Zhang Duanyi and Zhao Jingyun's views, but they couldn't say it for a while, and after holding their faces red, they shook their heads and said: "It's really inappropriate, the ancients abandoned food because of choking, that's it!" ”

The young man smiled and stood up, the train was moving slightly bumpy, which made his body shake slightly, and he turned to the scholars again, and said half-defiantly: "How, what do you think?" ”

Jinling University...... Are you also an ungrateful person with the emperor's grace? One of the scholars also noticed his badge and scolded him.

"Aren't there any new words?" The young man smiled lazily, his eyes flashed, and then he said to the merchant: "You have collected taxes from the treasury every year, and now the Great Song Dynasty army is strong and the national strength is abundant, you have made great contributions, and you should not have your own power above the court?" ”

"Naturally!" After more than ten years of innovation in the Great Song Dynasty, the merchants were no longer the only ones they were at the beginning, and they also dared to express their opinions in public, and they responded immediately after listening to the words of young people.

Over the years, businessmen have opened factories and circulated goods, and some wealthy businessmen have even done business to the west of Dashi, because of a complete set of commercial laws in the Great Song Dynasty, the cost of tax evasion is too high, and it is easy to make money, so Zhao Heju is quite satisfied with paying taxes. In the national finance, the contribution of industry and commerce is more than eighty percent, and this figure is published in the newspaper every year, and businessmen naturally understand it.

"Now that the officials of the DPRK and China are all scholars, they rely on the taxes you pay to enjoy wealth and wealth, and it is not natural for some official titles and positions to come out with you?" The young man from Jinling University asked again.

Shang Jia glanced at the group of scholars, but did not answer immediately this time, until a sneering look appeared on the young man's face, and one of them whispered: "If the Son of Heaven is gracious, and the court allows us to have a place, then it is also ...... It's a matter of course. ”

The young man nodded, and turned back to the readers, "What do you think?" ”

"Merchants are vulgar, they forget their righteousness for profit, if they are in charge of the court, I am afraid that even the entire Great Song Dynasty will dare to sell it, or damage the country to enrich themselves, or abandon benevolence for self-benefit!" One of the scholars sneered: "How can you let the husband who chases the smell become elegant?" ”

The young man nodded again when he heard this, and then said: "Now that the country provides preferential policies for merchants to get rich, if the trade route is not passable, the land and water will go hand in hand, and if the trade route is uneasy, the elite soldiers will go out, and every penny they earn is the result of the painstaking efforts of the scholars and doctors to hold the authority, so they take out more wealth to make the world's reading seeds have a golden house, a face like jade, and a valley Wanzhong, should they not?" ”

When this question was asked, no matter how stupid the person was, he understood what he meant, and the scholar suddenly turned red and reprimanded: "You are provoking!" ”

"It's provoking, but dare you say that's not what you're thinking?" The young man's face suddenly became solemn, and then he raised his arms and pointed: "Whether it is a scholar or a businessman, they are all responsible for the country, and they want something in return, what is there to be ashamed of?" This is a matter of course, so scholars should naturally enjoy good fortune, and businessmen should naturally have celebrities! ”

The two groups looked at each other, but they didn't expect the young man to say such a thing, although they felt that it was not entirely from their own standpoint, but at least they could reluctantly accept it.

"And then there's them!" The young man pointed to his companions: "Merchants can make money because they toil in the factories, scholars can govern, and they can defend the frontiers." They are also like businessmen, they have to pay taxes, and they have to share the glory and disgrace with my Great Song Dynasty, even so, they want to live a richer life and have a place in the court, should it be or not? ”

The last sentence of "when or not" is not to ask those businessmen and scholars, but to ask the passengers in the whole carriage, at first no one responded, asked the second time, Zhang Duanyi was the first to say: "Naturally! ”

"It is your sisters who work in the factory, it is your father and brother who fight on the battlefield, you run around under the scorching sun, just for the livelihood of your family, you shed blood and sweat, and anoint the land of my Great Song Dynasty. Whether you are a worker or a peasant, or a merchant, or a sergeant, or a clerk, you should not be able to have dignity and wealth? ”

"Naturally!" This time, there were more people responding.

In the whole carriage, except for a few wealthy merchants who did not buy high-class carriages, most of them were ordinary people, and even if they were merchants, they were just small merchants. Hearing what the young man said, he couldn't help but be moved in his heart, and some people took the lead, thinking of the words "the law does not blame the public", whether it was for coaxing, or sincerely agreeing, there were more people who responded.

As soon as there were many people, the momentum was raised, and the crew immediately came over to stop the young man from continuing to clamour: "Don't be chaotic in the car, you can talk well, don't cause trouble." ”

The young man was a little unsatisfied, muttered two or three, took out a booklet and pen, and began to write and draw on it, Zhang Duanyi smiled slightly, this young man should not be finished, so he should write it down.

The storm stirred up by those two articles can also be felt on this train, so what kind of general scene will Lin'an at the center of the storm look like now?

Zhang Duanyi suddenly looked forward to his trip.