Chapter 62: Xin's
"Doctor Yi ......"
Xin Wuzuo was very surprised to see Xin here again.
He just wanted to go over, but was pulled by Xin Duan.
"Let's see, what the hell he wants to do." Xin Duan said.
Xin didn't do anything, just helped a few people to carry the loaded grain to the ox cart.
When it comes to farm work, Xin is not good at it.
Suffice it to say he won't at all.
Xin can only rely on his own strength to do some things within his power.
"Gentleman, take a break." Xiao Wu gasped.
"You go and rest, you must pack this food today." Xin said: "Food is the most precious! After loading our Xin's grain, a few people in the past helped other people to load the grain, and tomorrow evening, we Xinyi will finish all these things!"
"Yes!"
The people of the nation shouted, and they worked hard again.
"This ......"
Xin Duan was a little surprised, when did the Chinese people listen to Xin You's words so much?
This Xin again, can it really be "spell"?
Xin stretched his waist again, and saw the hard work here.
"Uncle, why are you here?" Xin walked over again and greeted Xin.
"Patriarch, my uncle will take a look at the farming affairs of the clan every few days, and it has never changed for so many years." Xin Wuzuo Dao.
In the tone, there was a resentment towards Xin.
Xin and silently.
His father, Xin Wuxian, and his grandfather, never seemed so concerned about these matters.
The Xin clan has always regarded itself as the eldest prince.
They abide by the weekly etiquette, like to study the classics, and always use the weekly etiquette to demand themselves.
It also requires the clansmen to do things with the ancient Zhou etiquette.
In the case of agriculture, it is sufficient for each family to pay enough tribute from the public land.
But what the weather was like, what the harvest was like, what the soil was like after a few years of planting, whether the river was diverted, and whether better seeds were needed, few people asked.
These things are all taken care of by the Xin clan's small sect, that is, the Xin branch.
Every spring, the patriarch of the Xin clan would also go to the field to cultivate, but after farming, they would hide at home again, study the six arts, and study the classics.
For the Xin family, running a public estate is too small.
They were born to administer the affairs of the whole country above the temple.
Over time, Xin You's vein has gradually drifted away from the people.
Rao is that they often take out their own food to serve as tribute, but in the eyes of the countrymen, this is just to keep their position as a doctor.
So when Xin heard Xiao Wu relay Xin Duan's sentence "Xin's family has me alone", Xin did not refute it.
For so many years, the Xin family's big sect has actually relied on the small sect to raise.
It's just that because Dazong is the descendant of the eldest prince and has a respected status, he was selected as the doctor of Yi.
But Xin You's branch is not good at managing Yicheng at all, and he is too lazy to manage it.
Slowly, the power fell into the hands of others.
"After so many years, Uncle has worked hard."
Xin bowed to Xin again.
This is the highest etiquette that juniors perform to their elders, which makes Xin Duan feel a little at a loss.
"What do you mean, gentleman? Hurry up. ”
Although he is Xin You's elder, Xin You is a doctor after all.
"I'm telling the truth." Xin was still kneeling on the ground, this was his respect for Xin Du.
After so many years, if it weren't for the hard work, the Xin clan would have declined long ago.
It is a fact that he endured this worship.
As a doctor, he never thought of keeping the Chinese people fed and clothed.
Even such a small gongyi can't be managed well, but the Xin clan has always been delusional about returning to the court.
It is no wonder that they are controlled by others everywhere, because they do not have the support of their countrymen at all.
But Xin You, a traverser, first defeated the Rong people, founded the township school, and now he also gave all the money to the poor.
The people's perception of Dr. Yi has long changed.
Over the years, Xin is probably the most popular among the Chinese doctors in the past.
Today, Xin personally went to the ground to help the people work, and naturally many people supported him.
"For so many years, Dr. Yi has never thought about how the Chinese people live and how they should live. Therefore, even though Xinyi is in fertile land, it is still so barren. Xin shook his head again: "This is our great responsibility. ”
Xin Duan was surprised, he didn't expect Xin to say that again.
But soon, Xin Duan returned to his old attitude.
"The gentleman can know this, and he is already much better than the previous doctor." Xin Duan said: "But people's hearts are not something that can be gathered in a day or two, just relying on a year's food and doing some work from the field, I'm afraid it's not enough for the people of the Xin family to listen to you." ”
Xin was silent again.
Because what Xin said was the truth.
"Buying hearts, if I say I never thought so, do you believe it......"
"I don't believe it."
Xin exhausted his words to the point.
Xin smiled again: "Sure enough, it's uncle, but whether I'm buying people's hearts or doing things for our Xin family, you'll soon know." ”
"For the sake of the Xins? That's what every generation of Yi doctors say, but you just want to go back to the court and be an official, but the people can't even eat! ”
The crutch of hard work slammed the ground with a hard pestle.
That's what he's wanted to say for years.
Successive generations of Xinyi doctors will make it their responsibility to restore the Xin family to its past glory.
They never really cared about the Chinese people, but only regarded them as a tool for them to become a doctor.
Other towns are clearing wasteland to feed more people.
But Xinyi has been guarding those old places, and would rather starve to death than violate the "etiquette law".
I hope that one day the Son of Heaven will be able to see them, a small town that abides by weekly etiquette.
It's a pity that all this is just wishful thinking on their part.
If it weren't for a pragmatism like Xin Duan, the Xin clan would have collapsed long ago.
"I'm not like them." Xin said again: "I want the people of Xinyi to be fed, and I also want the Xin family to return to the temple." ”
"It's enough to feed the people and have new wine, and you do a good job of this, even better than me." Xin Duan said: "But it is not so easy to return to the temple. ”
There are some things, Xin Duan and Dazong, there is a big difference.
Xin was silent again, this is indeed not easy.
"Xinyi used to be rich." Xin Duan said: "But your grandfather Xin Gen insisted on going his own way, and took the Yizhong Accumulation Committee to the important ministers of the court, and wanted to ask for an errand from the foreign court, do you know about this?" ”
"I ...... Never know. "Xin is embarrassed, it seems that this is an ugly family.
"Later, Rong Gong lost power, your grandfather's vision failed to be realized, and we experienced a great drought in the city, and many people died." Xin Duan said: "Since then, the population and power of the Yin and Fan clans have begun to surpass our Xin clan. ”
Xin then understood.
Why does Xin Duan have so many prejudices about himself, a doctor?
His grandfather, Xin Gen, used the capital in the city to seek an official position for himself.
When there was a famine in the city, he could not do anything but borrow grain from large households to help the victims.
As a result, this snowball is getting bigger and bigger, and Xin is not good at governance, and he has more and more debts.
Even the heaviest power is slowly losing power.
"Doctor Yi, you are a smart person, you should understand what I said." Xin Duan said: "The Xin family, or whether your great sect can return to the dynasty as an official, is not the most important thing for the people. Having food and living is the only wish of the Chinese people. Above the temple, the waves are treacherous, and if we are not careful, we don't even have Xinyi anymore! ”
After saying that, Xin Duan left.
Leaving Xin to stand there again, pondering alone.