Simao looked at the old man with a black head and a black face scolded by his mother, and did not say a word, nor did he stop it, and when the old lady finally stopped, Simao said slowly: "Dad, you don't have to work when you go, you are responsible for watching those guys every day, beautiful and decent, and you are in charge of the young and old, just like Chun Niang's style." Simao used Chunniang's boss as a metaphor to give him a more intuitive experience.

When Lao Zhang heard this, his eyebrows couldn't help but loosen a little, but he still didn't open his mouth or nod.

Of course, Simao knows what Lao Zhang is thinking, and the real killer is still to come: "Three meals a day, all of which are eaten in a small stove, two meals of wine, two meals of meat, and a penny every month, all of which are kept for themselves, and they don't need to be handed over to their mothers. ”

Delicious and lazy to spend money, this is the highest standard of happiness in Lao Zhang's mind, thinking about the pain of being out every day, hungry and full, and then thinking about the meat and wine in the meal, and pointing at Erlang's legs, that is the life of the gods. What's more, there is a monthly money, a hanging money is converted into a tael of silver, for the helper, it is not a small amount, I have nothing to do to go to the teahouse, and my own gang of foxes and dogs and friends blow nonsense, what a scenery it should be. Lao Zhang's eyes flickered rapidly, and he almost blurted out that he was going to accept it, but he thought about it, forced himself to suppress his excitement, and continued to put on an indifferent expression.

Simao saw it in his eyes and smiled in his heart: "One hangs and half ........" Lao Zhang did not move.

"Two hanging ......." Lao Zhang still remained silent.

Zhang couldn't help it: "You old thing, I won't give you a copper plate, what do you like, it's better to die outside." ”

Simao was still not in a hurry or annoyed, and smiled: "Dad, if you really don't want to, forget it, but the ugly words are ahead, you have three meals a day, three illnesses and two pains, I have covered them, but if you want money, I don't have a hammer." ”

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, Lao Zhang was in a hurry, and he couldn't care about holding the shelf and bargaining, so he agreed to it in one bite: "Two hangings are two hangings, a word is a certainty, can you advance a month first?" ”

"Half a month's advance first, but there is one condition." Simao slowly took out a piece of paper from his arms and put it in front of Lao Zhang.

"What's that?" Lao Zhang was a little puzzled.

"Deed." Simao then handed over a pen and a box of cinnabar ink, but this time the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were no longer the tattered ones found by rummaging through the cabinets, but the four treasures of the new study: "If you go into the casino to play money again, you will win or lose at your own risk, and the debt has nothing to do with Zhang's and his son. ”

Lao Zhang jumped and howled: "You conscienceless rabbit cub, I worked hard in vain, and pulled you big with a handful of and urine, and now the wings are hard, aren't they?" You want to separate from me and live another life, right? Lao Tzu really doesn't eat your set, even if you starve to death and freeze to death outside, Lao Tzu won't come to you to beg for rice. As he spoke, Lao Zhang snorted and walked away, leaving behind a resolute back and disappearing at the gate.

Seeing that Zhang's was a little overwhelmed, Simao patted the back of his mother's hand for comfort, took out a bag of copper coins from his arms, threw them on the table with a bang, and then raised his fingers and whispered: "One................ two..........."

The word "three" has not yet been exported, and the door is like a whirlwind, and Lao Zhang's ape-like figure rolled in with great flexibility, and while reaching out to get the copper coin on the table, he muttered: "It is natural for my son to raise his son, and Lao Tzu is not so stupid, and he was almost fooled by your boy." ”

"Sign and draw first, and then get the money." Simao seemed to have been prepared, and his hand shrank, letting Lao Zhang catch an empty one, but he didn't take back the bag of money, so he dangled in front of Lao Zhang, and deliberately opened the mouth of the bag, revealing the shiny copper plate inside.

"Okay, line, line......" Lao Zhang dragged out his voice, staring at the yellow, orange and orange copper plate in his eyes, his heart was itching, he grabbed the deed and pen, and signed his name: "Zhang Ruoyu" The three big characters are also strong and powerful, and the pen is through the back of the paper. Then he stretched out his thumb, printed cinnabar, and stamped it heavily on the place where the deed was signed, and finally picked it up and looked at it carefully, as if admiring his own calligraphy.

Simao didn't wait for Lao Zhang to finish appreciating it, reached out and took the deed, put the money bag in front of Lao Zhang with the other hand, blew the ink cinnabar on the deed, folded it carefully and put it into his arms: "Ming'er, you go with me to protect it." ”

"What are you doing in Dibao?" Lao Zhang, who was counting the number of copper plates, was stunned.

"I told the local security that tomorrow will prepare the deed in the local security case early in the morning, which is equivalent to leaving evidence in the official's house, if you break the contract in the future, if I kick you out, even the official family will not care." Of course, the land protector also said that if your father is not available, it is okay not to come, as long as there is your father's painting and handprint. ”

Lao Zhang grabbed the copper plate and was counting whether it was enough, and when he heard Simao's words, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

The Qing Dynasty still followed the general ethics of ruling the world with filial piety, and the so-called husband as the wife, the father as the son, and the monarch as the minister were in the same line, and it was also the spiritual shackles that the feudal ruling class relied on to rule and enslave the people. Since ancient times, the prince of heaven and earth has been the largest, the king is the third, and the elder and the teacher are at the bottom, so you have to listen to heaven and earth, that is, obey the arrangement of fate, don't the sons of dragons and dragons, phoenixes and phoenixes have to make holes? Be honest and obedient, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you won't be able to get along with God. The king's words naturally have to be listened to even more, the Son of Heaven, you can't see the heavens and the earth, but the Son of Heaven is real, he is sent by God to rule over the people, his words represent the will of heaven, and cannot be violated, otherwise it is the same sin as disrespecting heaven and earth. The Son of Heaven has passed, and the next thing is to rank up his parents and teachers, this logic makes everyone irrefutable, and they can really understand and listen to the words of the imperial court. Take the strength of your filial piety to obey the rule of the king, this is the ideological basis on which the feudal dynasty depends.

Simao even wondered why the feudal emperor chose Confucianism as the orthodox theory and guiding ideology, and the root was here. "Respect for heaven and ancestors, filial piety and obedience, loyalty to the monarch and patriotism, respect for teachers and education" until the later development of "the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, the father wants the son to die, the son has to die" sounds high-sounding, in fact, it is to take the concept of filial piety under the set, infinitely expand his connotation and extension, and fool the people. Although there are additions such as small and big walks, it is still a legal interpretation given from the perspective of absolute obedience.