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When the ships arrived at the port of Mengcheng, they were all unloaded, and Zibaifeng ordered another ship to sail over.

It was a pendulum ship, a ship from the grain merchants of Zhongqu Mountain, because this kind of ship was not easy to go on, and the cost was not high, so the grain merchants of Zhongqu Mountain often bought one and got one free, and bought grain and gave away the ship.

The weapons that seven or eight small boats can't put down are loaded in the pendulum boats, and the waterline has only dropped a little, plus a dozen big men, it is also stable.

However, this time it was not just this pendulum ship, there were five pendulum boats behind it, which were the ships of the grain merchants of Zhongqu Mountain.

These days, in addition to preparing the weapons business, Zi Baifeng also plans another business.

In fact, this business was already planned as early as when the displaced people began to pour into Jiuyan Township, and Zi Baifeng had already begun to plan, knowing that as soon as the war came, many things would rise in price, especially war materials, and among the war materials, the most important thing was grain, grass and weapons.

Therefore, Zibaifeng showed his strength to the grain merchants in Zhongqu Mountain, persuaded them, saying that he would provide protection and let them go to the south to sell grain with Zibaifeng's caravan.

Businessmen are always profit-seeking, and as the saying goes, capital will become active when it has 20 percent of its profits, and when it has 50 percent of its profits, it will take risks, if it has 100 percent of its profits, it will dare to trample on all laws, and if it has 300 percent of its profits, it will dare to risk hanging its head. Melon is a very good war food, and it can be sold at a higher price at this time. What's the point of being a little dangerous?

Others all say that Zi Baifeng is as wise as a torch, and sees business opportunities, especially Hu Caijun, and admires Zi Baifeng, he finds that he is still not as good as Zi Baifeng in terms of courage, no wonder Zi Baifeng is so prosperous. And this time, he didn't plan to sit idly by anymore, he met the patriarch of the Hu clan again, his grandfather Hu Tianhua, and said that he would be moved to participate in the shares, and then Hu Caijun would come forward to lobby the grain merchants in Zhongqushan. Then, the grain ships heading to the south changed from three to five.

But only Luo Qianshan knew the reason why Zi Baifeng did this, Zi Baifeng had always felt guilty about transporting weapons to the south, so he could only compensate by transporting food.

Luo Qianshan didn't know whether he should tell Zi Baifeng whether he should tell Zi Baifeng that transporting grain to the south at this time was really not necessarily good or bad, and after the worst, he still pretended not to know the way and held it in his stomach.

As long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough.

The north wind rose, the cold wind was cold, the sails hanging on the pendulum boat tightened the wind, more than ten long pulp stretched into the water, shook vigorously, a boat of weapons, five boats of grain, a line of six, broke the water surface, set off a burst of waves, in the blessing of everyone "all the way to the wind", slowly sailed away from the port, along the Meng River to the Yanghe River.

A flag was raised from the ship at the front, which was a big "Zi" character, indicating that the ship belonged to Zibaifeng.

Many people in Jiuyan Township and Mengcheng were standing on the shore at this time, watching the fleet that carried the hopes of many people slowly move away.

The little stone stood beside Zi Baifeng, and it was rare for this little guy to suddenly become poetic, and he opened his mouth and said: "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone......"

"Smack!" Zi Baifeng slapped his slightly prickly, swarthy scalp, "Mouthy!"

"Xiaoshi, you can't read it right, this poem can't ......be read at this time," Xiaotuozi accused Xiaoshi of not learning and not knowing.

"Ha Lu Ha ......" I don't know who laughed first, and then there was a burst of laughter on the shore.

Zi Baifeng couldn't help but laugh, as if he had swept away his depression and worries.

"I'll be back safely!" he clenched his fists.

On the Meng River, the fisherman's boy put his hand on the pergola, looked at the huge grain boat in front of him, and shouted: "Dad, get aside! Those bad guys are here again!"

"What are you talking about!" The fisherman stretched out his hand and slapped his son on the head, "That's Xiucaiye's boat!"

The young man stood up, looked at the flag hanging on the ship, laughed, and said, "Sure enough, it's Xiucaiye's! Is that going to sell grain?"

The young man suddenly showed a look of envy: "I really want to go to the south...... Dad, what's that Xiucai singing?"

The fisherman sang the fisherman's horn all day long, and he had a good voice, and he gently shook the oar, and the oar made a splash, got out of the way, and began to sing.

His voice was hoarse and full of metallic charm, but it was magnificent and loud, resounding above the river.

"The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossom flowing water is fat for mandarin fish. Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. (I always feel that this is the time to sing Let's Swing the Sculls...... ）

The simple but unique charm of the song sounded from all directions, the fisherman, the fisherman, the fisherman, the old man who swayed the oar, and the boy who caught the fish, all raised their heads and sang this ballad from another time and space-

Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return, do not need to return!

Winter is coming, will spring be far away?

......

As soon as Mr. walked to a short distance in front of the study, he saw Zi Baifeng sitting on the threshold without any image, with his back against the closed door of the study, his head little by little, making up for sleep.

Treadsnow stretched his neck and arched him so that he would not fall to the ground.

Mr. felt a little distressed in his heart, this child, I don't know how busy Lu Dao has been these days, and sometimes, I really want to help him share some of it.

Gently patted Zi Baifeng's shoulder, Zi Baifeng said in a dream over there: "Sir, don't hit me, I was wrong......"

The gentleman was angry and funny, and pushed him again, which made Zi Baifeng open his eyes in a daze.

"Why do you have time to come to me today?" Some time ago, if Zi Baifeng came to Mengcheng, he would often come over to see Mr., but these days, he was really busy.

It seemed that the boy's cheeks had sunken and he had lost a lot of weight.

"Sir, I'm here to borrow a book from you. "Zibai wind channel.

"Borrow a book, borrow a book?" Mr. was stunned, Zi Baifeng is well-known and well-read, but any book he has read has been firmly engraved in his mind, and it is almost impossible to forget, so it is really difficult to find a book that Zi Baifeng has not read.

"This kind of book, no one else has, but you certainly have. "Zibai wind channel.

"About ...... Cultivating immortals?" the gentleman thought about it, and could only ask these questions.

Zi Baifeng shook his head and said, "No, I want to read history books." ”

Mr. Shi Shi stared at Zi Baifeng with wide eyes, as if he had heard something shocking: "Why do you want to read history books?"

"Taking copper as a mirror, you can be dressed properly, taking people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses, and taking history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall. Zi Baifeng shook his head, "I always thought it was strange before, but I don't remember where the strangeness was, but now I know it." Zibai said, "I have never read a history book since I was a child. ”

Zi Baifeng thought about it for himself, among the books he had read, there was not a compiled history book, and the closest thing he had ever read to a history book was the Mengcheng County Chronicle, which he saw when he was settling accounts and checking it, but it was just a county chronicle.

The others are the genealogies of each village, such as the "Jade Classic" of the Yan family.

"I asked a lot of people, but no one had a history book, so I came to my husband. Zibai said, he looked at Mr. with hopeful eyes, hoping that Mr. could give him a little hope.

The gentleman smiled bitterly and said, "I don't have such a thing as a history book." ”

"What are you doing?" Zi Baifeng felt strange, he thought that it was because of the remoteness of Mengcheng, so there were fewer books, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Haven't you already said the reason?" Mr. repeated the sentence that Zi Baifeng had just recited: "Taking copper as a mirror, you can be dressed properly, taking people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses, and taking history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall." That's a good point...... Unfortunately, what if someone doesn't want others to know about it?"

Zi Baifeng frowned, thinking about Mr.'s words, indeed, in the history of the previous life, there were countless people who were convicted because of historical reasons. And most of the historical books compiled in previous lives were also in the hands of the imperial court.

"But there are always people who are curious and want to write about it. Zibai said, "History is always written by the victors, don't the victors want people to record their victories?"

"History is always written by the victors......" Mr. was stunned for a moment, savored this sentence again, and then shook his head and smiled: "This sentence is also really good, but ...... What if there is no winner?"

"There will always be a winner. "Zibai Fengdao, how can there be no victor in this world?

"What if the victors are always those people, no matter how they struggle, what kind of results, it is always ......them who gain in the end," Mr. raised his head and looked at the sky, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to flow with a long river of sorrow condensed by his whole life, almost drowning Zibaifeng.

Zi Baifeng hurriedly turned his head, and he suddenly remembered the person who killed the predecessor of the sword.

One eye like a knife...... No, a thousand years at a glance!

It won't be Mr. who killed the predecessor of the sword, because Luo Qianshan refused to worship him as a teacher, and he was annoyed and angry, so he killed Luo Qianshan's master?

And if that's the case, will I help Luo Qianshan or help Mr. at that time?

"What are you thinking about again?" Mr. stretched out the ring ruler and gently knocked on Zi Baifeng's head, knocking Zi Baifeng awake, he hurriedly dodged Mr.'s ring ruler, anyway, as long as he was knocked by Mr.'s ring ruler, it would be nothing good.

"Yes, if history is a mirror, we can know the succession, but if there is no succession at all, if the victor is always the same person, or the same force, they will naturally cover up history and not let anyone know about history. Zi Baifeng slapped his face suddenly, and said, "But there will always be people who want to know the Tao, go to investigate, and record it." ”

The more active the human mind is, the more difficult it is to maintain a political system for too long, so in ancient times, there were book burning pit Confucianism, there was seclusion and seclusion, and there was a literary prison, and every dynasty and generation never stopped.