His father's room was in front of him, and although it was noon, the dim daylight could not illuminate his door, so the birch door in front of him was dark and gloomy, like the bloody mouth of an ancient beast, and it was eagerly waiting for the arrival of its prey. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How similar this door is to this house, the same eerie and cold silence, the same devouring the lives and youth of poor people, and not spitting out a single bone after eating their flesh and blood!" Thinking so, Cen Hu'er nodded to the servant guarding the door, and knocked lightly on his father's door.

One, two, three.

"Come in." The father's voice, deep and gloomy, resembles a crocodile, lurking in a quagmire swamp, ready to hunt all animals attracted by the water.

The tearful crocodile, which seems to be gentle and generous, is actually hiding a murderous motive.

"You have to face him, you have to face him, if you can't face him, how will you take revenge on him, on this house, on this family!" Cen Hu'er secretly admonished herself, tidied up the crown of her head again, slowly walked into the room, and said softly, "Father." ”

"You're here."

The father sat on a desk, and because there was not enough sunlight, an oil lamp was lit in front of him, and the bean-sized lamp was not enough to illuminate the whole space, but only enough to make the father and the thick account book in front of him legible. This is a good thing, because then the father will not notice the hatred in Cen Hu'er's eyes.

Cen Hu'er thinks that his acting skills are not as good as Liu Gong, so he decides to use every opportunity to hide himself instead of showing off his acting skills in front of his father.

"Did you get here?" The father asked in a gentle voice. If a person who doesn't know the inside story, he will be moved by his father's gentle tone and caring look, thinking that the latter is a rare good father in the world, a good father who cares for his son, but since Cen Hu'er saw with his own eyes that this man forced to death a family of loan sharks who couldn't afford to pay off the loan shark, he no longer believed every nonsense of this man.

This man can smile and tell you that "there is no problem, and it is no problem to pay back later", while using ruffians to kidnap your family and tell you that "every day if you don't pay back, you will cut off one of your wife and children's hands and feet".

It is really cut off, and only one hand or one foot is cut off every day, never too much, never too much, from this point of view, honesty and trustworthiness are one of his few good qualities.

He has the cunning of a wolf, the ferocity of a tiger, the tenacity of a jackal and the greed of a hyena. All this man's life was to expand his wealth, to expand what he had inherited from his ancestors. And he is indeed an excellent offspring, because in the few decades he has been the head of the family, the wealth of the Cen family has expanded at least tenfold, and the land has increased about three times.

As for the blood on these belongings, no one cares, no one notices, no one minds.

It's just that those unjust souls entangled in finances really won't launch revenge? Are these fragile and insignificant cries for help and cursing really so insignificant?

No one answered, and perhaps it was only when the day of the final judgment came that all this would be understood.

And Cen Hu'er hopes that this trial will be carried out by himself.

Cen Hu'er listened to her father's question, secretly thinking about her father's crime, and slowly replied in the most respectful voice: "Back to my father, the road is not easy to walk, but it can barely pass." There are so many affected farmers on the side of the road that almost every few steps you walk can see a family affected by the disaster. ”

"Oh?" The father placed the thick account book on the table, revealing his face, and looked at Cen Hu'er with his eyes.

It was the face of an old man in his fifties, and the skin on his face had begun to sag, and the weak skin was not enough to pull the fat on his face, so the fat swayed in the air as he spoke. His forehead was covered with fine wrinkles, and the corners of his eyes and jaw were also filled with fine lines, all of which showed that he was an old man. However, if you look at his eyes, you will know that he is by no means an old man - his eyes are still sharp, still full of pride and control to direct wealth, his eyes still reveal an infinite desire for finances, and he still retains an infinite passion for taking other people's property.

A person who desires to acquire other people's possessions will definitely not be an old man.

The old man is gentle, lovable, and benevolent, and is by no means a person who lends usury and then uses the lives of other people's family members to force debts.

The father looked at Cen Hu'er with his wolf-like eerie eyes: "Tell me, you look at these peasants, what do you see?" ”

"What do you see?" Cen Hu'er muttered to himself, he didn't know for a moment what answer his father wanted from him, but he knew it was a test.

If he can pass this test, he will enter the decision-making level of the Cen family and become one of the owners of the Cen family's wealth, which will also greatly promote his revenge progress.

"I saw the refugees, I saw a lot of mouths waiting to be fed, and I felt that as the new village councillor, I should unite with the local squires to give porridge, so that these refugees can survive the winter, and not lose the kindness of the court's education. If there is a squire who is active in disaster relief, I will report it to the court and give him merit. Cen Hu'er told him about his official position, and he felt that doing so, even if he didn't say it well enough, could make his father realize his value.

A complex light flashed in his father's eyes, there was both a hint of relief and a little disappointment, positive relief and negative disappointment existed in a man's eyes at the same time, which made Cen Hu'er, who had been carefully observing his father's expression, a little confused.

Am I both right and incorrect?

But how is this possible?

How could I be both right and wrong!

Cen Hu'er pondered and meditated, and was puzzled.

Seeing the patience in his father's eyes fade away, he knew that if he couldn't say anything more worthwhile, perhaps today's conversation would be over, and his revenge plans would be seriously frustrated.

He would never allow that to happen.

He racked his brain to think about why he was wrong.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

How could I not be both right and wrong at the same time!

If my interests conflict with my father's, this is both right and wrong!

Thinking like this, Cen Hu'er burst out: "If you think about it from my father's standpoint, these farmers are all walking land deeds!" ”

The father grinned like a crocodile: "You are right! After a pause, he saw that Cen Hu'er did not continue to speak, and said slowly: "A catastrophe from heaven is a disaster for everyone, but some people can turn this disaster into a good thing!" Poor families have no overnight food, as long as they don't work for a day, their families have to be cut off, and as long as they suffer disasters, they have to borrow money to get by! But we are different, we are everyone, we are wealthy families, there are mountains of food at home, even if it snows heavily in the last ten or eight years, our food is indispensable! So, it's a good time, it's a good time for us to annex the land! ”

What viciousness, how clever, and how good at seizing the moment!

Cen Hu'er admired in his heart, and remembered Liu Gong's description of the landlord class: "Their thirst for land is rooted in their bones, and the greatest meaning of their lives is to expand their land ownership, although their efforts are doomed to be in vain, because they have always been the landlords of iron and flowing water, but they still can't change their fate!" And in order to achieve this goal, these people do not care to use even the most vicious, vile, and obscene means, and do not hesitate to stain the obtained title deeds with red blood! China's more than 2,000 years of monarchical **** history since the Qin and Han dynasties (Note 1) is the continuous cycle and repetition of this history of 'cannibalism'! ”

"How well he said, look at the behavior of the old man in front of him, isn't it a living 'land cannibalism'!" Cen Hu'er sighed in her heart at the precision of Liu Gong's judgment, while trying to think about her own countermeasures.

His own interests and his father's interests conflicted, because he wanted to be a good official, to relieve the township, and to let Rhubarb Village starve to death, so that he could be promoted in the future; But the father wanted as many dead people as possible so that he could take possession of as much land as possible. It's better if all the people in Rhubarb Village are dead, so that he can take all the land in this area!

Liu Gong said that "the conflict of economic interests is irreconcilable", and now that he and his father are in such a situation, how should he deal with it?

Cen Hu'er thought hard and didn't speak for a while.

Seeing that Cen Hu'er didn't speak, his father said in a mocking tone: "What, do you think I'm doing something wrong?" ”

Cen Hu'er hurriedly explained: "Absolutely not, the child is just, the child is just ......" In the face of this ruthless and cunning man, the young village councilor was incoherent.

"Hehe, I know, if there are too many dead people and it doesn't look good on it, then you won't be this sesame-sized 'village councilor'." The father smiled darkly, and suddenly said this sentence: "But have you ever thought about how long you think you can live if you insist on disaster relief and do not allow the landlord to annex the land?" ”

Note 1: The author does not use the term "feudal system" here, because Marx's so-called "Asian production model" and "feudal society" have great problems in themselves, which have been refuted by many later scholars, and they not only do not reflect the essence of ancient Chinese production relations, but also cannot accurately outline the distribution of power in ancient society. For the sake of accuracy, the terms "monarch **** history" and "monarch **** society" are used here, which are somewhat large and inappropriate, and are hereby informed. If you have a different opinion, you are welcome to submit it in the book review. (To be continued.) )