"Master!"

The girl in yellow held Zhang Heng's hand: "One person is a wood, two woods form a forest, and three woods form a forest. It is because there are too many people like you that we are unable to fight for a long time and have been humiliated."

Feel the softness of the arms touching.

Zhang Heng pulled his hand back calmly: "Just stand and say it, don't touch your feet."

"Master, you are too cold."

The woman in yellow looked so angry: "You are the cold and numb Chinese people in Mr. Lu's writings. Seeing you, I understand the meaning of this trip even more. I am willing to use my passion to awaken your conscience, if..."

"If you talk nonsense, I'll kick you out."

Zhang Heng was speechless: "I know that you have lofty ambitions and your heart is in harmony."

"But we are not all the people. I respect you as the pioneers and are willing to send you sincere blessings, but you don't have to pull me in. You just want to say, I will listen. The words are different, and we will not make plans for each other."

"And I don't think you can succeed. Throughout history, only those who hold the gun can have the right to speak. The pen is not good. If you make a fuss, you can make a fuss. Will the Six Gentlemen of Wuxu die in vain?"

Zhang Heng said earnestly: "What can really change this country are those who hold guns, have great ambitions, great courage and a big picture."

"It's not you, not me."

"In my opinion, you should go home and have more children and more trees. This is more effective than protesting and parades."

Have more children and more trees?

The two girls looked at Zhang Heng with their expressions as if they were looking at an idiot.

They are progressive students, and to do the greatest thing, how can they compare them with ordinary women who only know how to have children?

But they didn't know that the person in front of them, who made them hate him, rented tens of thousands of acres of land under their name to tenants who had no land to farm tenants at a very low price.

At the same time, he is also planning to build a factory. Once the factory is completed in the future, it will directly solve tens of thousands of jobs, indirectly allow 100,000 people to have enough food, and drive the economic foundation of a county.

Industry will prosper the country, and empty talk will ruin the country.

Do they understand? Don't.

...No speculation...

The two little girls sat beside each other and went sulking.

Zhang Heng ignored them. Both sides had different beliefs. He didn't think that just by saying a few words, they could change their thoughts.

This is unrealistic, and there is no distinction between belief in this thing, nor is it right or wrong.

Zhang Heng’s ideas may not be suitable for others, and other people’s ideas may not be suitable for him.

It's enough for me to have no regrets all the way.

The next afternoon.

After two days and one night's drive, we arrived at Tianjing Station.

Since being labeled as ignorant and numb, the two girls have never spoken to him again.

Just when he thought this silence would continue, before getting off the car, the girl in white came to him: "Master Taoist, this is the fare for us. Although we are not fellow passers-by, I look forward to the day you wake up."

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to reply, the girl in white put down her money and ran away.

Looking at her back, and the girl in yellow who was walking in front and waving goodbye to her, Zhang Heng murmured to herself: "The blessings of the infinite Heavenly Lord will save all those who think of goodness, good men and good women, so that they will not suffer from evil consequences and will not encounter evil deeds..."

I don’t know that I am a guest in my dream, but I can’t calm down.

If this world is a normal world, perhaps he would also join the battlefield and drink horses and rivers.

Or technology can help build the country and industry can save the country.

Unfortunately, this is not a normal world.

"Your heart is a little confused."

"I know..."

Zhang Heng leaned on a bamboo squad and carried a bamboo basket on his back: "Do you know, I can actually do more. If I don't care about life and death and do my best, I can even change this era."

"Then what?"

"Yeah, then what?"

Zhang Heng's eyes seemed to reflect mountains and rivers.

immortality, immortality.

Zhang Heng withdrew his gaze, and hit the bamboo pole on the floor tiles, muttering something in his mouth.

"The supreme treasure of Tao, I wish all living beings to serve the Heavenly Lord forever and escape from reincarnation forever."

"The supreme sutra treasures should wish sentient beings to hear the Dharma in life."

"The Supreme Guard, I wish all living beings to learn the best and not to fall into evil views..."

noon.

Zhang Heng found an inn to settle down, and then sent a telegram to his hometown at the Telegraph Bureau.

The content of the telegram is very simple, with only a few words: I have arrived in Tianjing. If there is any urgent matter, you can call the Tianjin Telegram Bureau and hand it over to me... Signature: Zhang Heng.

"Little brother, if there is a telegram from Yangjiang County, please go to the inn opposite Zhengyangchun and hand it over to me. My name is Zhang Heng. If you come, you won't let you go for nothing."

After Zhang Heng said that, he suppressed two oceans.

......

afternoon.

"Mr. Zhang, I have your telegram. As soon as I send it, I will send it to you all the way. You touch it, but the ink on it hasn't dried yet."

It’s easy to do things with money.

The young man working in the Telegraph Bureau moved forward with a diligent look on his face, with a very enthusiastic attitude.

"Thank you for your hard work, the duck opposite the door is good, go and try it."

Zhang Heng took the telegram and handed over three oceans at the same time.

"You are busy. If there is still a telegram later, I will send it to you in a quick way."

The young man nodded and left.

After Zhang Heng waited for him to leave, he closed the door and opened the telegram and started reading.

The telegram is not one, but two.

The first one was sent by Zhang Zhenhu.

In order to save space, the content is written in classical Chinese, which roughly means this.

......After Zhang Heng left, he heard that he left Yangjiang and went to another place.

The gentry in Yangjiang was a little active, and in the name of garrisoning grain, they refused to supply grain to the grain store under Zhang Heng's name.

Why is this happening?

Because everything has its pros and cons, Zhang Heng bought land some time ago and rented the land to tenant farmers who had no land to farm at a low price. He took care of ordinary people and also caused these gentry to suffer a lot of losses.

Let’s give the simplest example.

Zhang Heng only rents 40% of the land, and the other people's land should be 70% or even 80%.

I had no choice before, so I could only rent 70% or 80% of the rent.

Now that Zhang Heng is there, the tenants have it and said, "Look, why do you need 80% of your land rent? Mr. Zhang only needs 40%, so you have to reduce it by 20%. Otherwise, I won't rent your land, I will rent Mr. Zhang's land."

One or two said this, the gentry who had thousands of acres of fertile land at home didn't care.

But everyone said this, and the gentry and master had to bow their heads, and they dared not let all these tenants run away.

Therefore, most of the land rents in Jiangyang County are around 60%, which is one or two percent less than before.

This is less land rent and more benefits for the people. The less is the loss of the landlords.

When Zhang Heng was there, no one dared to say anything.

Now that Zhang Heng is not here, he has become more thoughtful. I will not fight with you in front of you or drums.

I won’t sell grain to your Zhang family’s grain store, right?

As a result, the grain in the grain store began to emerge, and the grain prices rose, and in the end, the landlords lost 10% of the land rent, which could not be made up for the rising grain prices.

Of course, there is no right or wrong to say right or wrong.

Those who sell umbrellas ask for rain, and those who sell fans ask for sunny days.

Who was wrong?

No one is wrong, but the locations they stand are different.

Zhang Heng had known this day long ago, but he was more willing to stand on the side of ordinary people and let a few more people have enough food than to get along with those gentry and oppress the people together.

These days, it is really difficult to have enough food.
Chapter completed!