Hong Kong Zongli Monks

Chapter 317 The Peasant's Sorrow
Early in the morning, Yu Dachu ran to the newspaper office.

"I never imagined that the costumes for the drama are so beautiful!" Shu Ning said while looking at a poster.

"So-so!" Yu Dachu looked at her and said involuntarily.

"Don't bully me when I come back from a foreign country. I don't know anything. I know that not everyone can act in big dramas!" Shu Ning said with a glance at him.

Lin Zhijian suddenly interjected and said, "A-Ning, haven't you seen a big drama?"

Shu Ning shook his head and said, "No!"

"Hey, then I'll take you to have a look!" Yu Dachu interrupted.

Lin Zhijian said: "You? There are no tickets for sale. People started queuing up to buy tickets last night!"

"Didn't it start selling after the day after tomorrow?" Shu Ning asked suspiciously.

"How can I buy a ticket when I go the day after tomorrow?" Lin Zhijian said.

Yu Dachu stood up, feeling nervous!
"It's just right, Ah Chu, help me line up!" Shu Ning glanced at Yu Dachu and said.

"I?"

"If you don't help me line up, am I going to line up as a girl!"

"No, as soon as I open my mouth, there are not too many tickets. There must be no problem with more than ten tickets!"

After hearing this, Lin Zhijian turned his head away, but didn't see it!

"Is it true?" Shu Ning asked.

"of course it's true!"

"You country bumpkin, don't just talk about some things, but do what you say!" Lin Zhijian stood up and said.

"Four-eyed boy, let me tell you, of course I can do what I say, because I am a man, I will definitely do it!" Yu Dachu said, patting his chest.

"I hope so!" Lin Zhijian said, turning his head.

Shu Ning looked at the two and smiled.

After Yu Dachu left, he went outside and saw a long queue, so he ran to Zhou Yuan's place and asked for ten yuan.

You know, the average rickshaw driver only earns about ten yuan a month, which is the cost of food, clothing, housing and transportation for a family of three.

Compared with later generations, a big ocean costs about 250 yuan, and it costs more than 2000 yuan to watch a big show.

Zhixing ignored the hustle and bustle, bid farewell to Mao Xiaofang and continued on the road.

In the past, I used to go to the wilderness to catch ghosts and slay demons, wherever it was dark.

But this time, I walked into the city, the small city and the big city, and I saw the people of this era thoroughly.

As Lu Xun said: "If an iron house has no windows and is extremely difficult to destroy, there are many sleeping people in it, and they will soon be suffocated to death.

However, from drowsiness to death, I don't feel the sorrow of dying.

Now that you are yelling, you startled the more sober people, and caused this unfortunate few to suffer irreparable dying pains. Do you think you are doing them a favor? "

"However, since a few people got up, you can't say that there is absolutely no hope of destroying the iron house."

In this era, the semi-feudal and semi-colonial villages are increasingly bankrupt, and the peasants are increasingly impoverished under the heavy oppression of soldiers, bandits and gentry.

The physical pain caused by economic exploitation has been like a walking corpse under the poison of feudal ideology for a long time.

Under all kinds of persecution, the peasants had to live in a contradiction between their revolutionary living status and their subjective lack of democratic revolutionary consciousness.

"Mourning for misfortune, anger for not fighting", without the revolutionary education of Enlightenment, if the peasants do not get rid of the ideological influence and poison of feudalism, they will not be able to completely turn over.

Indifference, numbness, ignorance, disunity, and even taking the suffering of others as material for appreciation and entertainment.

In the upsurge of the revolution, these are the first to be awakened, have ambition, have achievements, have democratic revolutionary ideas, and dare to fight.

But during the low ebb of the revolution, when the dark feudal forces were still powerful and oppressive, they became weak, and some even compromised.

Lu Xun's articles clearly described an entire era.

Whether it is whipping or encouraging, spurning or praising, his pen and ink never leave the social reality.

He pronounced the death sentence on feudalism, revealed the weakness of the bourgeoisie, and demanded that intellectuals get rid of "emptiness" and "vacillation."

In "Diary of a Madman", the writer summed up the evil nature of feudal society with the word "cannibalism".

Expose the ferocious and hateful faces of the landlords with extreme disgust and contempt, and mercilessly expose their ugly souls and criminal deeds.

In the final analysis, the 300-year slavish rule of the Qing court over this nation has deeply rooted the tea poisoning of thought.

Suddenly, I found that the farmers in the small towns where I lived were free and happy despite their hardships and lack of food.

When I went outside, I was powerless to save others. The more I saw, the more confused I became.

It is only now that I realize that killing all the Japanese is not a good thing, and people must go through blood to wake up.

Many things are different from what I knew in my previous life, but the time is still this time, the farmers are still the farmers I know, and the experience is still the experience I know well.

Zhixing didn't know much about the 5000-year history in his previous life, but in modern history, there are countless descriptions and countless movies and TV shows. At least he has a general understanding.

There are many different characters, and some major events that should have happened still happened.

Returning to Shatian Township with a lot of thoughts, the more remote this era is, the safer it is. Of course, it’s good that there are no bandits making trouble. If there were, no one would know about the destruction of the village.

As soon as Zhixing returned, Liu Yicheng came to the door.

"Village chief, how is the harvest this year?"

"It's not bad. Although many places are dry this year, our villages still have enough water!"

Liu Yicheng laughed and said.

"That's good, the days outside are getting more and more difficult!"

"I've heard that too, there's nothing anyone can do about it!" Liu Yicheng nodded and said.

"By the way, village chief, what can I do for you!"

"Some time ago, Uncle Jiu from Tanjiaji came to look for you, and saw that you were not at home, so he left again!"

Zhixing was a little surprised, how did he find it?
"Do you know him, village chief?"

"It doesn't count as acquaintance. We have often heard his name in several villages, but it's too far away. Otherwise, there would be no business for me in the village!"

Liu Yicheng said straightforwardly.

He was talking about Feng Shui business.

Although he is from a family of Fengshui, and I don't know how much success he has inherited, but compared with people like Uncle Jiu, there should still be a big gap.

However, his grandfather may have some real talent and can find this quiet place.

Zhixing has lived for so long, and he also understands how they found this place.

They were at the end of the Ming Dynasty, because of turmoil, more than a dozen families moved here together in the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River.

Gradually, there were intermarriages with the surrounding villages.

After almost 400 years of development, the three villages now have a population of over a thousand.

It is said that the chosen place was chosen by Liu Yicheng's ancestor, who was a Fengshui master back then.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Village Chief, do you know why he came to see me?"

"I didn't say anything. I stayed at my house for one night and discussed Feng Shui knowledge with him. I benefited a lot. Sure enough, the master is the master!"

Liu Yicheng said excitedly, then looked at Zhixing and asked, "Mr. Wang, how do you know Uncle Jiu!"

"I did him a favor last time. I stayed at his house for two days, and I got to know him slowly!"

Zhixing said.

(End of this chapter)