The news from the Huaben Walled Forum reached the ears of the owners of Qingping Study and Dingfeng Study.
The two were slightly surprised.
"Uncle Fu's idea is really good. It can help strengthen the communication between readers and writers and inspire their creative enthusiasm."
“I suggest that we also let our group of writers participate in this kind of post exchange, especially Qingyunlou, I also suggest that he go there.”
On the third day.
Young students, as usual, came to the walled forum to see if that "Sanren" had reposted.
This surprised him quite a bit.
"Has the Hermit of the Countryside started posting again?"
The young students were somewhat excited, but when they saw the content, they frowned slightly.
"What is this all about? Isn't this supposed to be a discussion of storybooks?" I suddenly felt bored.
"Hey, brother, don't go! You're already here, and you have nothing better to do. Aren't you curious about what strange things this free spirit might write when he's not writing stories?"
They watched patiently.
Their first sentence astonished them.
[It's infuriating! When will farmers be able to earn money with their heads held high?]
Some students exclaimed in surprise.
What does this mean?
The opening scene is full of suspense.
As a rural hermit, my daily work involves eating at the market and enjoying the scenery. I like to observe the lives of the vendors and laborers, which provides me with endless material and inspiration for my writing.
I wonder if any of you have heard of Cheng's Shop in the food street of Laomiao Town next door.
The braised pork sold at his place is really delicious.
Smooth and tender, rich but not greasy, soft but not mushy.
That feeling cannot be expressed in pale words.
But recently, I witnessed something that deeply saddened me.
The braised pork sold at Cheng's shop is a type of oily soup dish.
The stalls they occupied were naturally managed by the sanitation department, and each vendor was required to pay at least one coin per day.
For some reason, there was a servant in the cleaning department named Yu San, and the reason was perfectly legitimate.
Because Cheng Jiamei's food contaminated the ground and made it difficult to clean, he demanded that the Cheng family pay at least thirty coins a day for food hygiene management.
On a side note...
Before this, the old man had eaten a meal at Cheng's shop, but for some reason, they hadn't set up their stall for a long time.
I secretly regretted that I might not be able to eat such cheap and delicious food again in the future.
I only found out after asking around.
Prior to this, staff from the cleaning company had demanded that the Cheng family pay a cleaning fee of ten coins per day.
The Cheng family paid for a day's cleaning, but didn't set up their stall again for a very long time.
The old man thought it couldn't be a threat from some minor official in the sanitation department; it couldn't be.
The matter was thus dropped.
But recently I was surprised to find that the Cheng family has come to set up their stall again.
What angers me even more is...
The handyman named Yu San first said that his family needed to pay ten coins every day. The old man smiled reluctantly, but still took out ten coins. Then, Yu San continued, "Twenty coins." Although the old man was reluctant, he still gritted his teeth and took them out.
Finally, Yu San arrogantly snatched the thirty coins, and the Cheng family man, his face numb and expressionless, stingily pulled out a handful of copper coins and handed them over.
They paid for three days in total.
The old man was furious. Originally, this was none of my business. I was just a country bumpkin with no power or influence. I had no way of interfering in the injustices of the world.
But I saw that sad look in his eyes.
The old man could only stand there in a helpless rage, too afraid to step forward!
The old man was afraid. After all, he was already fifty-six years old and his body was nothing but bones. He couldn't possibly withstand those fierce and ruthless constables.
The old man wanted to live a few more years.
I could only stand there silently, shivering with anger and cold.
The old man didn't sleep a wink all night after returning home; his heart was filled with turmoil and his mind was in turmoil.
Fortunately, there is still a walled forum here, so the old man can only vent his helplessness and rage on this post.
He wrote over a thousand words in one go, venting his frustrations.
I urge everyone: please do not cause trouble for that servant. I don't know if anyone is behind Yu San, but I'm sure they aren't. I trust the government.
It's not easy for the Cheng family to run a stall business; they are a family that makes a living by farming.
Having finally acquired another means of making a living, they cherish it greatly.
If everyone insists on seeking justice for them, then it's fine if everyone ends up happy.
However, if things are not handled well, or if things are messed up, Cheng Jiahan will definitely be regarded as a thorn in the side by the relevant officials such as the Cleaning Department, and will certainly not be allowed to set up a stall in the food street.
They might even be severely beaten by the ruthless servants, and their families could very well be ruined.
The dynasty has been established for a century, but the laws and regulations have fallen into disarray. With a long period of peace, many dark things have begun to slowly emerge.
The old man thought that if these corrupt officials were allowed to maliciously bully farmers and merchants, everyone knew that a common man's anger could lead to bloodshed. But what if the farmers got angry?
The old man dared not speak, fearing that the sanitation department would come to his door in the middle of the night to check his household registration.
The old man got completely drunk last night and poured out his pent-up frustrations on a piece of paper.
Written by a recluse in the countryside at 7:00 AM on the 29th day of the sixth month.
The students watched with great excitement, their fists clenched tightly in their hearts.
"If this is true, we scholars will surely punish the wicked and restore justice to that farmer. There is no such justice in the world. A farmer is being bullied, yet he dares not show his teeth and swallows his anger. It is so frustrating to watch!"
Someone frowned.
"Brother, don't be impatient. After all, this is just the one-sided account of a country bumpkin. We still need to investigate slowly."
His words poured cold water on those passionate young people.
Someone in the crowd muttered something under their breath.
"Everyone, please calm down. I know what the country folk are talking about regarding food."
A sudden remark drew everyone's attention, and they all looked over.
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