"Woo woo" "Okay, sell me books" "Woo woo" Just as the whole city was celebrating and the entire Gulou Street was immersed in the festive atmosphere, a desolate cry at the corner of the cross street attracted the attention of the vast majority of people.
I saw an old woman dressed in coarse cloth village clothes, sitting down in front of the door of Shihan Hall, crying heartbroken.
A little guy dressed as a guy stood in front of her, full of embarrassment, holding a bookcase in his hand.
The old woman was crying so badly that it was hard to ignore, and the people in the street came forward with sympathy.
Even the prisoners, who were about to disperse, turned to their feet in unison after looking at each other.
Today is the time to become famous, and since you have encountered something that the people are concerned about, how can you miss it "This lady, please don't cry, you see, everyone has been recruited I don't know, I thought our Shihan Hall was going to do something with you?"
The guy at the gate of Shihan Hall saw the crowd crowd squeezing over, and he was a little panicked, and pleaded with the old woman on the ground.
This guy looks like he is in his twenties, but he also has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he does not look like a treacherous person.
There was no scolding and humiliation of the old woman on the ground, but seeing the old woman crying more and more sadly still made everyone more and more curious.
"Hey, man, what's going on, you're bullying" In the crowd of onlookers, someone finally couldn't help but ask.
The guy couldn't help but jump to his feet and hug and said: "Heaven and earth, conscience, we have bullied people in our Shihan Hall."
"Then what's going on, people's aunts will cry at your door for no reason" Someone in the crowd questioned again, causing a wave of echo.
The guy sighed, and said helplessly: "This lady has to buy a set of thirteen scriptures in our Shihan Hall."
"If you sell her, it's over" "But this lady doesn't have enough money."
"Then you sell her cheaper, on this happy day, the merchants next to her have reduced their prices" "That is, there is enough money to make money, don't be black-hearted" In the face of all kinds of criticism, the guy was really guilty and couldn't tell it, and his face turned red.
But the eldest lady, maybe she saw someone supporting her, and she didn't get up, so she sat on the ground and cried: "Ladies and gentlemen, the old woman is also an old person, how can she have the face to do the debt."
But the old woman brought the money she had saved for five years to buy a set of books for my son who was dying of illness, but they wouldn't sell me My poor son."
"Wow" Originally, everyone thought that the old woman cried because she had no money to buy it, but who knew that she had money to buy it and the store didn't sell it This simply makes no sense The crowd exploded, and countless people were indignant.
"If you have a black heart and dirty things, where is the profiteer, why don't you sell it, it's not a dog who looks down on people" "People don't sell their money, so you can do a fart business and close the door" "Wow, don't be angry for the New Year, don't stop me, I have to smash this bird shop for him today" "Everyone, listen to me, listen to me" The young man was sweating profusely, and he was making a gesture and bowing, and his face was full of grievances.
But at this time, the crowd is constantly crowding forward, and there are not many who want to beat him, who wants to listen to his noise.
Fortunately, at this time, the prisoners of the country, who had been watching, felt that it was finally time for them to play.
Squeezed into the core from all around, the leaders whispered a few times, and the prisoners next to them began to maintain the scene.
"Quiet" "Please be quiet for now" "Fellow villagers, please wait for the time being" They were dressed in Confucian shirts and wore green heads, and they were already officials and masters, and after some words and deeds, they finally settled down the faintly out of control scene.
At this time, the first prisoner clasped his fists and smiled around him: "Fellow villagers, please wait."
Although today's events are hateful, the students seem to have something to say when they see the guys in this bookstore.
Let's listen to what he has to say first, and then it's not too late to make plans.
If he can't make sense, this is where the imperial archway of the country is located, and there is no room for such unscrupulous profiteers. ” "Good" "Well said" It was quite touched by the fact that the Lord Qingtian was the master of the people, and the people around him applauded.
Seeing this, a flash of joy flashed in the prisoner's eyes, and then he turned around and said to the guys in Shihantang: "I am Zhang Yuan, the prisoner of the Guozi Prison, and the word is hard."
Today's village sages are all civilized and courteous, and they will not do things that are not taught and punished.
What do you have to say, let it be said?
” The guy glanced at Zhang Yuan in awe, bowed down and said honestly: "This big man" The surrounding prisoners burst into laughter, and Zhang Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, and said, "I don't deserve to be called a master, just call me a father." ” When he said this, Zhang Yuan's face was faintly unnatural.
There is a difference between calling him a husband and calling him a master.
If you are a prisoner, you will fail the test, and you are qualified to be called a master.
Because lifting people is the master.
Ke Yin Prison, only the qualifications to participate in the township examination, which is equivalent to the identity of Xiucai, can only be called Xianggong.
Although the shadow eunuch does not look down on the top lifters, he is still envious of their identity.
The young man didn't seem to understand much of this, so he only nodded ignorantly and said, "Oh, yes, Master Xianggong Mingjian: I, Shihantang, am by no means a person who hates the poor and loves the rich, or is black and greedy.
Although due to hardship, we were not allowed to sell a set of the Thirteen Classics and this lady, but our owner paid his own money and bought a set of the Thirteen Classics from elsewhere and gave it to this lady for nothing.
It's just that this lady doesn't want to ask for it, and we really can't help it."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they became more and more confused, and most of them didn't believe it.
But when I saw the bookcase in the young man's hand, I had to believe it.
Zhang Yuan was also stunned, looked at the old woman, and said, "Old man, this guy is telling the truth."
The old woman was still weeping, but she nodded and said, "It's the truth." ” "Huh" Everyone was in an uproar again, and they couldn't figure out what to do.
Zhang Yuan also frowned, looked at the woman, then at the man, and then said to the old woman who was full of sadness: "Old man, why do you have to buy his books?"
The old woman said: "This husband doesn't know that the old woman was originally the wife of the Zhao family in Erxian Village, fifteen miles west of the city, and her first husband died of illness for eight years, and she only depended on one son for her life.
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Because I was old and had a son, when my husband was there, he taught my son every day to study hard, and in the future, he would be a man who would be famous and famous.
The late husband heard that there was a bookstore in the capital that was Shihantang, and the books in this bookstore were the best books.
Therefore, he saved money and saved for a few days before he entrusted Zhuangzi Limeng to learn the teachings and brought back a set of four books and five classics from the capital.
I only hated life, and a few days after that, my husband died of illness, leaving us orphans and widows to live.
Fortunately, my son is angry, not greedy or naughty, and he studies hard every day, and even the gentlemen in the school praise him for his good reading, and he will be able to go to school.
I was planning to pass this year, so I went to catch the exam.
But who knows, my miserable son actually got hemoptysis, and he couldn't afford to get sick, and he didn't live long."
"Alas" There was much compassion among the people, and when they heard of such a tragedy, they all felt sympathy.
I heard the old woman say again: "How many Langzhong have been invited, they all say that they can only survive their lives, but no, the old woman's eyes are about to cry and blind, and it is useless."
But I have a big heart, I only say that my life should be like this, I don't need to bother too much, and I persuade my wife not to cry all day long. ” The more he talked about it, the more miserable it became, and the people around him had red eyes.
There are those who come up with ideas to hire famous doctors, those who contribute home remedies, and those who are willing to donate some money to help.
But the old woman refused: "There are three acres of thin land at home, and the old woman can still do farming, have food to eat, and clothes to wear.
The only thing that saddens me is that I still have a wish for my miserable child."
Zhang Yuan originally felt that something was wrong, and today's events were too coincidental, but when he saw the old woman so sad, and even gave up the money donations from the people around him, he no longer doubted it, and he said: "Old man, Ling Lang wishes, but I want to buy another set of books from Shihantang."
As he spoke, Zhang Yuan looked up at the Zhu Building of Shihan Hall, which was not visible.
He actually knew that there was a bookstore here, but most of his books were purchased by the housekeeper comprador, and he rarely needed to buy them himself.
Most of the prisoners in the Guozijian are in this situation.
Therefore, although Shihan Hall is very close to the Guozi Prison, these prisoners rarely go in to have a look When the old woman heard this, she burst into tears again, and said with a desolate face: "The book that my husband bought for me has been torn and torn by him, he is extremely filial, and he misses his father very much, so, so" At this point, the old woman choked up.
But everyone finally understood why the old woman had to buy Shihantang's book.
There is nothing to say about the son who is about to die, and it involves filial piety.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yuan looked at the embarrassed young man and said, "Since this old man has such a hard time, he has to buy your books, and your bookstore should be fulfilled."
Why don't you go get a set of books for her?"
The young man looked like he was about to cry, and said, "Master Xiang, I really can't sell her."
"What" "How can this be justified?"
"Bastard stuff" The crowd around them became angry again and scolded one after another.
Zhang Yuan's face sank, and he shouted: "Open a store to do business, if you can't tell a reason if you don't sell it, I will send you to see the official."
When the young man heard this, his face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof", and cried: "Master Mingjian, it's not a small black heart, I don't know how to pity the poor and the weak, and I have to take care of it."
It's true, the small owner has a group training, and the books of this Shihantang can't be sold unless they wear Confucian shirts and green shirts."
"Hmm" Zhang Yuan's face froze, and he was surprised.
However, his complexion softened slightly.
He didn't expect that this Shihantang would respect scholars so much At the end of the crowd, across the street, Jia Cong's eyes did not fall on Zhang Yuan, but always looked at the young man, and said softly: "That little guy is Qiu San."
Ni Er suppressed his voice and said with some excitement: "It's that kid, how does the son look?"
Jia Cong smiled and spit out two words: "Drama spirit
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