"In terms of position, everyone is equal, Inspector Cai said it was good!"

"Come and see, come and buy, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is new!"

"Tartar chief Nurhachi is actually Li Chengliang's slave!"

"The leader of the Tartars disregards human morality, and the filth of the pseudo-Golden Palace is revealed."

“……”

Fei Chun and Fei Yu, two scholars, ran around just to sell "Goose Lake Xunkan" to merchants.

It's a pity that the mobility of merchants is too great, and the serialization of novels is easy to break.

A merchant who had bought the magazine two days ago and had not had time to leave immediately said to Changsui: "Hurry up and buy the second issue of the "Xun Magazine!" ”

It didn't take long for Chang Sui to buy back the magazine and say to the merchants: "Master, the price of the magazine has been raised." The price has doubled, and the number of pages has become much less. ”

The merchant actually smiled: "It is indeed time to raise the price, it used to be sold too cheaply." I'm still afraid that they will lose money, and if the second issue is not released, won't the novel be read? ”

"The old man is benevolent." Long with flattery.

The merchant directly flipped to the end, holding the novel and reading it slowly.

Reading and reading, it was suddenly gone, which made the merchant itch and could only turn back to read other content.

"Wonderful!"

Suddenly, the merchant slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "This Tartar chief Nurhachi is actually a slave of the Li family, and he even seduces his aunt!" ”

Pang Chunlai was hated by the country and the family, and wrote articles to arrest the Tartars and blackened them to death.

This issue of "Liaodong Treatise" not only said that Nurhachi was Li Chengliang's domestic slave, exposed the heinous crimes committed by the Later Jin in Liaodong, but also fabricated the palace scandals between the Houjin nobles.

The merchants repeatedly observed this article, and planned to collect it and brag about it back to Fujian.

It was not until the end that the merchants began to read the "Theory of Position".

First he was shocked, then he felt justified, and then he rejoiced.

He was a tenant who was sold to a landlord to pay off his debts because his family owed rent. I did chores for a few years, and followed the young master to the sea to do business, and at first I was just a little minion who ran errands.

Relying on wisdom and diligence, climbing up step by step, and working hard for 30 years, we have our current status.

He also bought a family business, and even married a beautiful wife.

However, he is still a lowly house slave!

This situation is very common, the Jintan slave change at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the leader Pan is the Beijing garrison. Li Zicheng captured Beijing, Pan fled back to his hometown with money, took a luxury car and his servants to see Zhi County, and met the old owner outside the county government hotel. He was violently beaten by his master, knocked out two teeth, and turned back to incite the whole county's domestic slaves to rebel.

A Beijing camp garrison, rich in money, and a large retinue, turned out to be a domestic slave, and even the deed of sale was still in the hands of the master.

Such a house slave is not short of money, not lacking power, only lacking identity!

Well, there is still one thing missing, equality of personality.

The merchant read the "Theory of Position" repeatedly, and even memorized it word by word, and then carefully took the magazine into his arms.

Holding it in his arms for a while, he took out the magazine again, stroked the cover and said to himself: "Kuang Shi Qiwen, this Mr. Zhao Zi is really a strange man in the world." Next time you come to the estuary, be sure to ask for advice in person. ”

Suddenly, the merchant shouted: "Hurry up and buy books, buy a hundred copies of the Goose Lake Magazine!" ”

on the pier.

"Buy a hundred?" Fei Chun thought he had misheard.

Chang Sui threw a silver ingot: "This is two taels, weigh it quickly, I have to rush back to see the master." ”

Fei Chun was stunned throughout the whole process, I don't know what this person is crazy about, and he thinks that the price will have to rise in the next issue, at least he has to take back the capital.

The merchant was given a hundred magazines and immediately regarded them as treasures.

In this case, he belongs to the Hao Nu, and between the Hao Nu and the Hao Nu, a Tongren Club will also be formed. Buy the magazine back and let the members secretly publicize it, the more people know about the "grid theory", the better!

……

Prosperous Building.

Today's opera is finally over, Chen Maosheng returned backstage to remove his makeup, he is a newly popular Danjiao.

Maybe it's because she plays too many women, even if she leaves the stage, her gestures are charming.

Before Chen Maosheng could sit down, a house slave came in and said with a smile: "Brother Mao, my lord is invited, I must go tonight." ”

"I see." Chen Maosheng's face was expressionless, but his voice was delicate.

When the house slave heard this, his heart fluttered, and then he felt a chill all over his body, and hurriedly said, "That...... Then I'm waiting outside, and I've already prepared a sedan chair. ”

"Let's go and wait."

The house slave left, and Chen Maosheng sat there, not even wanting to take off his makeup, but he was in a daze.

Cuckolds, shrunken turtles, are all names for the same group - men from a happy background.

The lowly of the lowly people must usually wear a green headscarf and a red shirt around the waist, and they can be recognized as soon as they go out.

Even at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the government was not so strict, but on many special occasions, they still had to wear green headscarves.

The opera troupe partners around him all went downstairs to eat, leaving Chen Maosheng to sit alone.

He sighed to himself and began to continue removing his makeup.

After removing the makeup, I still don't want to move. I caught a glimpse of a book next to it, and I took it and looked at it, but I don't know who left it.

As for the house slave, just wait slowly.

"The Theory of Position"?

The good and the humble are in their place; Good and low are equal, in their qualifications!

Chen Mao stared at that line of words for a long time, and his mind couldn't calm down for a long time.

Good and low equal!

Good and low equal!

Good and low equal!

Today, a new issue of the magazine came out, and Zhao Han came to the restaurant again, and by the way, he made friends with the three religions and nine streams.

At this moment, he was sitting at the counter reading a book, and suddenly a handsome young man came.

It looks like he's fifteen or sixteen years old, and he doesn't walk properly. The water snake's waist twisted unconsciously, driving the hips and chest up and down, and the whole person was like a python.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Zhao Ziyue?" Chen Maosheng deliberately suppressed his voice to make himself as strong as possible.

Zhao Han asked rhetorically: "Do you know me?" ”

Chen Maosheng said: "I often sing in restaurants, so I naturally know Mr. ”

"Oh, so you're singing." Zhao Han said with a smile.

This smile is very sincere, there is no discrimination, Chen Maosheng can feel it.

He hesitated again and again, and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, can the good and the poor really be equal?" ”

Zhao Han explained: "When it comes to personality, all people are created equal. Of course, if this person does bad things and misbehaves, then he is not equal, and his personality is very despicable. ”

Chen Maosheng asked again: "I haven't done anything bad, am I more noble than the old men who have done all the bad things?" ”

"Yes, in terms of personality, you are more noble than them, and they are not worthy of lifting your shoes." Zhao Han cut the railway.

Chen Maosheng suddenly laughed, happy from the bottom of his heart. But he soon wondered: "But why, these despicable masters can have the money and power to practice us?" ”

Zhao Han replied: "Some of their positions of power are inherited from their ancestors, and they are the blessings passed down from their ancestors. Some of them are earned by themselves, and they have done all the bad things, and they have gained benefits without cultivating virtue. ”

Chen Maosheng became more and more puzzled: "If you do all the bad things, your personality is despicable, but you can get benefits." I don't do anything bad, I am a noble person, but I am humiliated. How can there be such a reason in the world? ”

Zhao Han asked rhetorically: "The Manchu Dynasty is a beast and occupies a high position. Corrupt officials and corrupt officials, cruelty to the locality. They still boast of being virtuous, and there are not many such truths in the world? ”

Chen Maosheng suddenly said angrily: "Then what is the use of your "Theory of Personality"? Write it out for the amusement of us? ”

"I'm also a pariah, I'm a homeless, I'm a house slave." Zhao Han said.

Chen Maosheng was stunned and asked in a low voice: "Then what is the way to make God open his eyes?" ”

Zhao Han said: "You are singing, it should be Lehu, right?" Why are Lehu born lowly? Even if your ancestors did something wrong, it has been two or three hundred years, more than ten generations, how can you still hold on. You say, isn't that the truth? ”

"That's it." Chen Maosheng nodded again and again.

Zhao Han also whispered: "Since this is the truth, it means that the rules of the imperial court are wrong, and the imperial court must change the rules." ”

Chen Maosheng asked: "How can we get the imperial court to change the rules?" ”

Zhao Han said with a smile: "If the imperial court wants to change, it will be changed a long time ago." Even if the emperor agreed, neither did the officials. If they agree, will they be free to insult you? They refuse to change the rules, just to ride on the head of the lowly to make a fortune! ”

Chen Maosheng was silent.

Zhao Han said again: "Since the court does not change the rules, and you want not to be bullied, then you can only build a new court." ”

Chen Maosheng raised his head suddenly and looked at Zhao Han with a shocked expression.

Zhao Han smiled and said: "If you want to report to the official, then go ahead, anyway, I don't admit it." I'm a child, you're a play, and I see who the official believes. ”

Although Chen Maosheng felt frightened, he was a little excited for no reason.

After thinking about it, Chen Maosheng asked, "Mr. Zhao, can I still talk to you in the future?" ”

Zhao Han nodded and said, "I come to the restaurant for three days a month, if you have anything to say, just come to me." You are a happy household, I am a house slave, we should be brothers. ”

"Then I'll go first."

Chen Maosheng clenched his fists and walked towards the door, and the water snake's waist was no longer twisted.

As soon as he thought of spending the night with the bad old man, he vomited with nausea, and his mind was full of the words that Zhao Han said.

"Brother Mao, please!" The house slave stood by the sedan chair.

Chen Maosheng resumed his style, moved the lotus step lightly, slowly sat in the sedan chair, and commanded in a coquettish voice: "I'm tired, help me buy a copy of "Goose Lake Magazine". ”