MTL - The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule!-Chapter 148 An Zisheng is such a fool (big

  Chapter 148 An Zisheng This Idiot (Big Chapter)

  Go to Yangcheng Gate.

  There was a team coming. Because of the snow, although these people had horses, they all got off their horses and led them.

  When the Grand Master of Shangyangcheng County approached with many government officials, the two burly men at the front immediately stepped forward to stop them.

   "I am the magistrate of Shangyang County, welcome to the chief assistant."

  Following the words of the magistrate of Shangyang County, the two guards stepped aside, revealing a man surrounded by stars.

   And Detective Yang, who was following behind, was stunned when he heard what his county magistrate said.

  Shou...Shoufu?

   If I remember correctly, Shoufu is the biggest official in the world, except for the emperor.

   Did my ears mishear?

  Master Shoufu came to their Shangyang County?

  Since he has served as a policeman for so many years, the biggest official that Shangyang County has welcomed is a fourth-rank official, and the first assistant is unthinkable.

  Lin Ye's gaze also followed the crowd who moved away, and saw the "chief assistant", and when he saw that again, he froze for a moment, turned around the next moment, and went back the same way.

   "Uncle Xu, thank you behind closed doors today, let me tell you that I feel uncomfortable due to the cold."

"it is good."

  Although Xu Bo was a little puzzled as to why his young master suddenly closed the door to thank guests after he had gone out for a while, since the young master said it, he would carry it out without hesitation.

  …

  …

   In a quarter of an hour!

   Outside the gate of the Lin Mansion, a group of people stood.

  Catcher Yang, who was in charge of leading the way ahead, saw the young Shoufu stop in front of the Lin Mansion, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Shoufu knew Mr. Lin?

  Just now, the magistrate of his own county invited Mr. Shoufu to go to the Yamen, but Mr. Shoufu refused. Mr. Shoufu bluntly said that he came to Shangyang City this time to visit friends.

   "Lin Fu, this is that..."

  The magistrate of the county looked at the door plaque of the Lin mansion, and the master next to him reminded: "My lord, this is the mansion of Mr. Lin, the most beautiful man in Shangyang City."

   "It's him."

  The magistrate of the county suddenly realized that he had been in Shangyang County for less than a year, but he had also heard of the reputation of Mr. Lin in Shangyang County.

At that time, after he took office, he hosted a banquet for the local gentry, and Mr. Lin did not show up. He was still a little dissatisfied, but now he was very grateful that he was just a little dissatisfied, and he did not give Mr. Lin small shoes to wear, otherwise he would have to rely on others As the friend status of Mr. Shoufu, he can handle himself easily.

   It's no wonder that people didn't come to participate. I'm afraid I haven't been recognized by others as a county magistrate.

   "Captain Yang, knock on the door."

  The magistrate of the county gave Yang Butou a look, and Yang Butou knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time.

   "Young Master Lin, Young Master Lin..."

   "Uncle Xu..."

   After knocking several times, the small door on the side opened, and Uncle Xu appeared.

  Looking at the group of Yang Butou standing outside the door, Xu Bo was taken aback. He had never met the county magistrate, but he had dealt with Yang Butou before, and Yang Butou had a good relationship with his son.

   "Yang Butou, are you looking for my son, he has caught a cold and hasn't seen any customers for a few days."

   "Caught a cold?"

  Yang Butou was puzzled, he had seen Mr. Lin with a rosy complexion just a moment ago, why did he catch a cold the next moment?

   Could it be that the cold wind just blows for a while?

   "Well, I'm very sorry. I will tell my young master about the matter of Catcher Yang's visit. When the young master recovers from his illness, I will ask him to apologize to Catcher Yang."

  The county magistrate on the side was in a hurry when he heard this. Lord Shoufu is here, and he still has to wait for his condition to recover, so he scolded: "Hurry up and tell your sons, just say..."

   "Uncle Xu, why, you don't know me anymore."

  The chief minister interrupted the words of the magistrate, and looked at Uncle Xu with a smile. Uncle Xu stared at him for a while, and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you..."

   "An Zisheng." The man reminded.

   "Oh, that's right, you are that Young Master An, who was taken by my Young Master..."

  The voice stopped abruptly, and Uncle Xu thought that there were so many people in front of him. If he brought up the matter of Mr. An in front of these people, wouldn't it make people feel uncomfortable.

   "Xu Bo has a good memory."

  An Zisheng also looked a little embarrassed, remembering what happened back then, he came to ask Mr. Lin for money, but was stopped by Uncle Xu, and later he was **** at home by Mr. Lin.

"You didn't rebel with the rebel army, oh yes, you're an officer and soldier now, Mr. An, are you an official now?" Although Xu Bo had never met the magistrate, he was wearing an official uniform, so he could still recognize him .

   "I would also like to thank your son for reminding me that year, I was lucky enough to have an official position."

  An Zisheng was very modest. The county magistrate at the side was about to say that Uncle Xu was presumptuous, but he didn't dare to open his mouth after hearing this.

  Hearing Mr. Shoufu's words, it seems that he has a very different relationship with this Mr. Lin, so he should not interrupt.

   "Uncle Xu, it's okay for me to meet your son."

  Uncle Xu looked a bit embarrassed. He knew that his young master hadn't really contracted the cold, but he had just explained what he had said a moment ago, so he could only say, "Mr. An, I'm really sorry. My young master has contracted the cold, and it's inconvenient to see guests recently."

   "Housekeeper, go and report, this is Lord Chief Assistant."

  The county magistrate on the side finally couldn't hold it back. This Lord Shoufu came to the door, not to mention the cold, as long as he was still breathing, he couldn't refuse.

   "Shoufu?"

  Uncle Xu was stunned, and An Zisheng said modestly: "It doesn't matter what official position, Uncle Xu just go and inform Mr. Lin."

  Although he didn't intend to show off, An Zisheng thought that the county magistrate had already applied for his official position, so Uncle Xu wouldn't stop him, but what he didn't expect was that Uncle Xu shook his head after being dazed for a while.

   "My son is seriously ill, so he really can't see guests."

   This time, it was An Zisheng's turn to be stunned, and Yang Butou on the side even gave Xu Bo a thumbs up in his heart, rejecting the chief assistant. Old Xu, the butler, was definitely the most powerful butler he had ever seen.

   "Presumptuous, how dare you speak to Mr. Shoufu like this, if you don't inform your son, I will let people..."

   "Shut up."

  An Zisheng scolded the county magistrate directly, and then said to Xu Bo: "Since Mr. Lin is unwell, I will stay in Shangyang City for a few days and send a letter to the capital by the way, asking the imperial doctor to come and see Mr. Lin."

  Xu Bo didn't answer the call, because he didn't know how to answer, so he had to wait a while to report the situation to the young master, and wait for the young master to deal with it.

   "Since Mr. Lin is temporarily inconvenient, I will visit an old friend again."

  An Zisheng glanced at Qingfeng Temple on one side. If the priest of Qingfeng Temple hadn't brought out the food, the uprising would have failed in Shangyang County.

  Although the uprising failed, at least the spark of hope remained.

  …

   A quarter of an hour later, An Zisheng came out of Qingfengguan, dumbfounded. In Qingfengguan, he was also late and closed the door.

  According to what the Daoist Taoist in Qingfeng Temple said, the old Taoist priest is in retreat, and all matters of Qingfeng Temple are handled by Mr. Lin, and Mr. Lin is sick now, which means that Qingfeng Temple is closed to thank guests.

   "Let's go to the government office first."

  An Zisheng was a little helpless. Is it so unfortunate that he came here?

  The magistrate of the county no longer dared to say anything. I didn’t even see that Lord Shoufu didn’t force him to see him. The water here may be very deep, so he was responsible for entertaining Lord Shoufu.

   When Detective Yang quickly followed and left, he took a deep look at the gate of the Lin Mansion. Mr. Lin is really hiding something.

  The most important thing is that Mr. Lin knows such nobles as Shoufu, and he is so kind and polite to them, unlike those officials who come and go as soon as they are called.

   Government Office.

  An Zisheng refused the reception banquet that the county magistrate invited the gentry from the city to accompany him, but after the simple dinner, he prepared to rest in the yard arranged by the county magistrate.

  Late at night!

  An Zisheng had just entered the room when a light appeared, and then a long sword was attached to his neck.

   "Mr. Lin, your habit of putting a cold gun behind your back has not changed."

   Facing the long sword on his neck, An Zisheng was not shocked at all, as if all this was within his expectation, the next moment the long sword disappeared, and Lin Ye sat on the seat in front of him.

   "You've learned to be smart."

   "Mr. Lin closed the door to thank guests so coincidentally, isn't it because he doesn't want to see me, an uninvited guest?"

An Zisheng calmly picked up the teapot that his servants had put in, and poured a cup of tea for Lin Ye: "I thought Mr. Lin would be very happy to see me when the ancients met, but I don't know where the misunderstanding happened. Master Delin doesn't want to see me."

  Lin Ye looked at An Zisheng. After a few years, this kid became much smarter, and he also guessed that he would come at night.

   "Since you have guessed it, then you know why I came, and start to argue."

  An Zisheng's mouth twitched. Mr. Lin still likes to do this, but he is used to it, and he explained with a serious expression: "Mr. Lin's misunderstanding is probably because of General Qiao."

"At the beginning, I followed General Qiao to the north, but I was accidentally surrounded by officers and soldiers from the former court. I wanted to accompany General Qiao to die, but General Qiao scolded me and a few others to leave. General Qiao said, the few of us joined The time of the rebel army is still short, and they are unarmed scholars, the officers and soldiers will not chase us to the end, I did not agree at that time, but General Qiao asked his personal guards to take us away forcibly."

  Lin Ye just stared at An Zisheng like this, apparently judging the authenticity of An Zisheng's words.

"Mr. Lin, what I'm telling is the truth. There were five of us at that time. After we left, we hid our names and secretly accumulated and developed our strength. It was not until another uprising later that we overthrew Qian Chao. Even the current emperor is one of our five." one of men."

   "The Holy Majesty has ordered that the Qiao family be granted the first-class duke, and there will be no succession."

  Lin Ye sneered, everyone is dead, so what's the point of giving him a title.

  But I can't blame An Zisheng and the others. Based on my understanding of the senior brother, this is indeed what the senior brother would do.

   "So our An Shoufu came back this time to show off?"

"Don't dare, this time I went back to Shangyang County to visit Mr. Lin and Qingfeng Temple specially. The kindness of Qingfeng Temple back then, I and the Holy Majesty both remembered it in our hearts. Feng Daochang is a first-rank great celestial master."

   "No need." Lin Ye directly refused for the old man.

  He believed that it would be the same even if the old Taoist was around, and it was absolutely impossible to become a first-rank great celestial master based on the old Taoist temperament.

  An Zisheng was a little puzzled: "Young Master Lin, Qingfeng Temple will be sealed as a township Taoist temple. In the future, the incense of Qingfeng Temple will be very prosperous. All officials will go to Qingfeng Temple to burn incense. Military generals dismount, civil officials get off their sedan chairs, and the surrounding people..."

   "Qingfengguan is a Taoist temple of practice."

  Lin Ye's words made An Zisheng's words stop, practice...

  This world has the rules of this world. Practitioners do not participate in secular dynasty changes, and the same dynasty will not get too close to the practice sect.

"I understand." An Zisheng was a little disappointed, but then he said: "Mr. Lin, I am here to tell Mr. Lin that I want to recommend you to the Holy Majesty. With Mr. Lin, your intelligence is more suitable for this position than mine." Shoufu."

   "Stop!"

  Lin Ye waved his hands quickly, to be the exhausted chief assistant by himself?

  He didn't know about the different world. As far as the chief assistants in the history of the real world were concerned, no matter how good or bad they were, none of them had good results, and he was even more exhausted.

   Wouldn’t it be nice for him to be a happy little landlord?

   "Mr. Lin, I am sincere. At that time, I didn't quite understand what you said to me. Since I became the first assistant, I feel more and more the deep meaning in Mr. Lin's words."

  Looking at An Zisheng's sincere gaze, Lin Ye sighed. This kid...maybe he asked him out of the mountain, but the real purpose is to ask him for advice.

   "I'm just talking casually. In the words of you scholars, it's empty talk. Empty talk will only harm the country. If you want to ask me for advice, I'm afraid you're asking the wrong person."

  Lin Ye squinted his eyes and looked at An Zisheng. An Zisheng knew that his thoughts had been guessed, but he was not embarrassed. In his heart, Mr. Lin himself was a very smart person.

"Mr. Lin, to be honest, I remember what you said back then. Since I became the chief assistant, I have issued several decrees, allowing the government to govern towns and villages, and setting up civil affairs departments in each village. Go directly to the Department of Civil Affairs to sue the local tyrants and squires, and at the same time, the evaluation of officials has also been changed, and the evaluation of ten ordinary households in the jurisdiction will be selected for the evaluation of officials."

  Lin Ye looked at An Zisheng. This kid really dared to do it. Officials in this world must fall out.

"These decrees have been promulgated since the establishment of the new dynasty. It was okay for the past one or two years, but since this year, the voices of opposition from the officials have become louder and louder. Some people are illiterate. How can they understand the policies of officials? Besides, they are not allowed to let the chief The gentry managed the villages and towns, and a group of troublemakers emerged in many places."

  An Zisheng looked a little distressed. He was full of confidence in promulgating these decrees, but he didn't expect the actual effect to be very different.

   "Mr. Lin, dare to ask where is the problem?"

   "The problem lies in the means of production or in the hands of the gentry."

   "Means of production?" An Zisheng was puzzled. He understood what this word meant when taken apart, but he didn't understand what it meant when put together.

   "Let me ask you, how many literate people in the village?"

An Zisheng thought for a while, and replied: "Not many, only those who can read...I understand, the only ones who can read and write to sue are actually only the gentry and landlords in the village. These so-called troublemakers are all created by them. of."

   "It's almost like this." Lin Ye has been in the different world for so long, and he also knows something about the different world. Ordinary people can only understand some basic words, and most of them are trading numbers.

   "Then how should I change it?"

"No matter how you change it, it's useless. Unless you can make the people of the world read and write, otherwise, in a few years, new interest classes will still appear, and then they will wantonly gobble up the land of the poor people. After years and months, the people will be unable to sustain themselves , and embarked on the road of rebellion together.”

  Even if An Zisheng was the chief assistant, what Lin Ye said was very straightforward. The change of the feudal dynasty cannot be stopped by one or two people.

   "Is there no way?"

   "There is a way that may be able to delay the change of dynasty."

   "What method, please ask Mr. Lin to teach me?" An Zisheng humbly asked for advice.

   "Develop business and improve the status of merchants."

   This is the only way Lin Ye can think of. Only by developing commerce and allowing economic circulation in various places can the limitation of using land as a means of production be broken.

   "Improve the status of a businessman?" An Zisheng's face changed a bit: "But businessmen value profit. If the status of a businessman is raised, wouldn't the common people all talk about profit, and the atmosphere would be ruined."

   Talking about profit is the behavior of a villain.

  A gentleman does not talk about profit.

  An Zisheng’s thinking is avant-garde, but still maintains the characteristics of a scholar.

"The status of the merchants I am talking about is just to improve the convenience of their business. In addition, for some merchants with good management and good reputation, the government can reward them. This reward can be in terms of status or reputation. "

Seeing An Zisheng's incomprehensible expression, Lin Ye sighed in his heart. Looking at it from the perspective of modern people, he naturally felt that this was a normal thing, but for a person from another world like An Zisheng, , What he said is subverting the three views.

   But this is the best way to crack the land is the means of production.

  Businessmen seek profit, so they will develop and stimulate productivity...

  Of course, if Lin Ye is willing to bring some modern technologies to the other world, the development of the other world will also advance by leaps and bounds, but Lin Ye does not intend to do so.

  This is a world with ghosts and ghosts, he doesn't want to attract too much attention, and under appropriate circumstances, it's okay to set up a business.

   Half an hour later, An Zisheng's face was bright. He didn't expect that developing business would bring so many benefits.

  "Mr. Lin, if you are willing to come out of the mountain, I will definitely advise the Holy One that you will be the chief assistant." This time, An Zisheng really had the idea of ​​giving way to Lin Ye.

  He doesn't care about the position of chief assistant, what he cares about is how to govern the country well so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment.

   "I'm not interested, let's give up on this idea."

  Lin Ye shook his head, and then said: "In order to prevent people all over the world from talking about profit, you can organize scholars and storytellers in Shilin to fabricate some stories about Confucian businessmen and spread them among the common people."

   Confucian businessmen.

   This is the way Lin Ye thought of for An Zisheng to control those businessmen, and this is also an example in the real world.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

   This is a benchmark for Chinese people to conduct themselves in the world.

Generally, when encountering disasters, some people on the Internet stare at those entrepreneurs to see if they have donated money. If they donate less, they will yell at them. Many netizens think this is hatred of the rich. own business.

   But in fact, this is brought about by the Confucian businessman concept accepted by people for thousands of years.

   To be a businessman in China, you must be a Confucian businessman, otherwise, even if the government is not doing much, the common people will spray you to death first. In history, starting from Zigong, there have been generations of Confucian trademarks standing there.

  All businessmen can only move towards those people.

   This is not the so-called hatred of the rich.

What Lin Ye wants An Zisheng to do now is to establish an environment for Confucian businessmen in the same world. As long as the common people know that being a businessman must be a Confucian businessman, then there will be no such thing as in the West, where they would rather drink milk than they can drink. Dump things out.

   "Okay, thank you Mr. Lin for preaching and clarifying the confusion. It is a blessing for the people of the world to have you here." An Zisheng looked very serious when he said this, and he really thought so.

   "It's not easy to do this, at least your resistance will not be small."

Lin Ye said meaningfully that the rise of businessmen is a challenge from new forces to old forces, and those with vested interests will never sit idly by. If An Zisheng dares to do this, he will face thousands of hostile forces, including him. Those allies in the court may turn against each other.

   "General Qiao was able to do it, so could I." An Zisheng's expression was very firm. For some reason, Lin Ye thought of a sentence: Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go.

  An Zisheng, like the big brother, is a rational and pure person.

  For such a person, persuasion is ineffective.

   "If you can't get along in the future, you can come to Qingfengguan, and I will leave you a meal."

  Lin Ye patted An Zisheng on the shoulder. An Zisheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Lin, can you please stop hitting me."

   "I'm not attacking you. I'm telling the truth. None of the reformers in ancient times ended well. You should dig a tunnel at home to avoid being wiped out."

After saying this, Lin Ye didn't care about An Zisheng's reaction, and walked towards the door with his long sword in hand. An Zisheng looked at Lin Ye's leaving back, and slightly arched his hands. He knew that Mr. Lin's words were not true. Ridiculous and unfavorable towards him.

  Master Lin is leaving him a way out.

   If he really came to this step, he would not come to this step. General Qiao once said that Zuo Gong woke him up.

  In his mind, General Qiao is Zuo Gong.

   And he is willing to be the next Zuogong.

   "This fool!"

  Lin Ye climbed over the wall and left the mansion, shaking his head and sighing.

  …

  Next day!

  An Zisheng set off to leave, which made the county magistrate and Yang Butou very puzzled. Didn't they say to wait for a few more days to wait for the imperial doctor to see Mr. Lin?

   "That's right, what is the status of Mr. Shoufu, he has so many opportunities, how can he have time to wait here, this Mr. Lin also missed it."

The magistrate of the county sighed in his heart, no matter what the relationship between Mr. Shoufu and Mr. Lin, this time Mr. Shoufu Qingche Jiancong came back to visit you, but he was stopped by the housekeeper. If he was Mr. Shoufu, he would feel a little bit Not happy.

  The group was about to reach the city gate, and An Zisheng was about to get into the carriage, when a voice came from behind.

   "Mr. An and so on."

   Xu Bo ran over panting, An Zisheng motioned for the guards to get out of the way, and personally went forward to catch Xu Bo.

   "Mr. An, my son asked me to give this to you."

  Xu Bo took a package and handed it to An Zisheng. An Zisheng took the package with a smile on his face. He looked towards the direction of the Lin Mansion in the city, and said with a raised corner of his mouth, "Thank you, young master, for me."

"it is good."

   "Master Qi, there is no need to give it away."

  An Zisheng got into the carriage, opened the package immediately, looked at the brand new book inside, opened the first page and could touch the wet ink, so he knew it was the book written by Mr. Lin overnight.

  …

  …

  Lin Fu, Lin Ye lay on the rattan chair and shook his hands. In one night, he combined Das Kapital, Zi Zhi Tong Jian and even some red theories into one book, but it took a lot of his brain cells.

   "I hope this fool can understand and live longer."

  PS: Two chapters in one, and another chapter in the early morning

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