Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 190 A Different Viewpoint
under night.

Chen Chuanwang sat alone in the pavilion, playing with ceramic cups in his hands, feeling suspicious.

I went shopping with Miss Ren this afternoon and bought some things, but not many. After all, this small town doesn't have too many new things, and Miss Ren, who has seen the world, doesn't have much interest.

After returning home, Miss Ren went into the boudoir with the things she wanted, and told Master Ren what to do.

Chen Chuanwang was so happy that he asked the housekeeper to tidy up the rest of the things, but at that moment, he noticed that there were three sets of beautiful bowls and chopsticks in the things he bought.

This is strange.

When father and daughter go out, even if they see bowls and chopsticks, they usually buy two sets, not many. If they are afraid of being broken, they should buy a few more sets, not just one extra set.

And in memory, Master Ren and Miss Ren didn't seem to mention buying an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Chen Chuanwang looked at the wooden house with green tiles behind him, feeling very strange. Could it be that this monster is hiding at home, and no one knows his existence?
There were basically no clues all afternoon, so Chen Chuanwang went into the room and untied his clothes without thinking too much.

Master Ren suddenly said, "Daughter will not go to school in the future. Shencheng is not peaceful recently. I heard from the fourth son who came back from Shencheng that there are some sports and parades going on there recently, and many people died."

Mrs. Ren put Master Ren's long gown aside, called a servant and asked him to bring a pot of hot water. After doing this, she said: "This world is not peaceful now, but there are teachers in the school. I heard from my daughter that her teacher is the famous one who often writes in newspapers..."

"That's useless. It's just talking on paper. I'm still a scholar, but let alone a scholar now, even if I'm a Jinshi, I have to kneel down when I should kneel down, and I have to admit my counsel."

"What scholar, didn't you even pass the examination as a scholar?"

"...You can't say that. I was just a little short. If I hadn't suffered from the cold and my head was dizzy, I would be a scholar now."

"Heh~ Just blow it up." Mrs. Ren chuckled and said, "I don't know you yet, the Four Books and Five Classics in your study are almost moldy."

"I clearly asked Lao Hu (the housekeeper) to take out the books to bask in the sun every two months."

"You, you, there are so many books in the study, the one you hold the most in your hands is probably the Jin Ping Mei?"

Master Ren blushed, and he lost a little bit of confidence when he spoke: "Nonsense...Nonsense, the Three Kingdoms is the one I read the most, and the hero Cao Cao is my favorite."

"Forget it, do you like Cao Cao, or the beauties that Cao Cao hired?"

"...How could you wrong me so much, I'm the head of the family..."

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.

Master Ren coughed, "Come in."

A servant came in with a basin of hot water.

Master Ren sat on the bed and stretched out his feet. The servants took off his shoes and socks and carefully put them into the water basin.

Master Ren frowned first, then he relaxed a little, and said to the servant: "The water is a little hot today, add more cold water tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

After washing his feet, the servant retreated.

Master Ren was lying on the bed, patting his stomach: "It's been a bit hot these days."

Mrs. Ren was sitting by the bed, holding a cattail fan in her hand, and gently shaking Master Ren: "Then take a bath tomorrow."

After one night, Chen Chuanwang felt refreshed.

This Master Ren's family didn't have any big business, so he didn't need to use Chen Chuanwang for everything, so he had a lot of free time.

Perhaps because of the habit of this body, Chen Chuanwang pushed open the door and realized that it was only around six or seven o'clock.

Seeing Chen Chuanwang, the butler hurried over and said from the side, "Master, breakfast is ready."

Chen Chuanwang said: "Bring it up and wake up the young lady."

The housekeeper said: "Miss has already woken up."

"Oh? What is she doing now?"

"Miss took the newspaper early in the morning and is still reading it."

While having breakfast, Miss Ren was still reading the newspaper. Chen Chuanwang didn't understand what was so interesting about it. He didn't have the habit of reading newspapers, even in the future, he didn't read much news.

But Chen Chuanwang can also understand. After all, in this era, newspapers are one of the only ways for ordinary people to understand the world, and the other is word of mouth.

People with a little knowledge will not let go of a newspaper in this era.

After Chen Chuanwang drank a bowl of porridge, he said, "It's enough for now, eat quickly, or it will be cold."

"Father, I don't know what happened two days ago. A lot of students were imprisoned in the parade in the north. The principal over there has come forward."

"Oh, it's normal. If it were me, I would have to shut down some students."

Chen Chuanwang said: "You college students, you are young and energetic, and you can do what others say. Six out of ten sentences are true, so you believe them all. With a little encouragement, you can become guns in the hands of others... ..."

Don't say that people in this era are innocent, such an idea is pure fucking nonsense.

No matter when, even 1000 years ago, even 100 years later, people in an era will never use simple words to summarize.

Simple is a passionate young man with little knowledge and experience, but the whole society has always been in the hands of the old fritters, and he has never been innocent since ancient times.

The good thing about this era is that there are not many scholars, and scholars are highly respected. Otherwise, if there are more scholars, those college students may not just be closed.

To be accused of any crime by those in power, whether you are encouraged or not, and whether you are innocent or not, shooting or beheading is nothing.

Miss Ren rolled her eyes and said, "Father, what you said is really ugly. What does it mean to be used as a gun? Do you think we can't distinguish between good and bad words?"

"What's the use of distinguishing between good and bad? Sometimes good words can do bad things, and sometimes bad words can also do good things. It depends on the person who speaks and how he wants to use it."

Chen Chuanwang raised his hand: "Let me make an analogy. If I am in the town now and call on everyone to donate money and materials to pave roads and bridges for every village, do you think it is a good thing? Is it a good thing?"

Miss Ren nodded without thinking.

Laying bridges and building roads has been a great thing since ancient times.

In ancient times, no matter how bad a person was, once he paved a bridge and built a road for the other party, the name of a good person would always be on his head.

Chen Chuanwang smiled.

He said: "You think it's a good thing, and those who want to do business also think it's a good thing, and those who have some spare money also think it's a good thing, but the premise is that I call on everyone to build bridges and roads. Among them, there is no poverty at home. Is this a good thing for those who don’t have much food left over and even have to beg for a living?”

"For them, I may be a kind person, and such a call may also be kind, but such a thing is not a good thing for them."

"After all, in this troubled world, if you even donate the remaining food, you will really not be able to survive."

Miss Ren was stunned.

Building bridges and building roads is a good thing no matter from the feudal point of view or in the wave of new ideas.

But why is it not a good thing for dad to say that.

How strange!
Chen Chuanwang also knows that his statement is very reluctant. From a macro point of view, building bridges and paving roads is indeed a great thing. It is not a matter of blessing for decades, not to mention blessings for decades.

But from a microscopic point of view, his method of calling on everyone to donate regardless of you and me is indeed a big problem. Everyone is friendly. Building bridges and paving roads is beneficial to everyone. Naturally, most people will donate more or less. , some people who are difficult to donate will become early birds.

In this day and age, the "early bird" may be burdened for a lifetime, so what he said, from a certain angle, has a certain impact on enthusiastic college students.

(End of this chapter)