Meng Haoran was shocked. He thought for a while and said, "Son is afraid of Kuang. He said, 'Since King Wen is gone, what about culture?'"
All the children at the table said almost at the same time, "When Heaven is about to lose culture, the dead will not be able to live with culture. When Heaven has not lost culture, what will Kuang do?"
Meng Haoran was stunned. He stood up and looked around. He was sure that he was at a food stall and not at the Imperial College.
A group of children. He just asked a sentence from the Analects of Confucius and they knew it?
"You … how did you learn?" Meng Haoran knew that his children in Xiangyang were not as good as the children in Chang 'an.
"If you learn well, you will be rewarded. If you don't get the reward, you won't be able to raise your head."
The boy who asked the little girl gave the answer and took out his prize voucher.
Another child said, "Children from rich families can't get the voucher if they don't learn well. We look down on them."
"Sometimes we use the voucher to eat at the Li Family Zhuangzi's stall. They give us a big discount. Yesterday I ate 20 skewers and they only charged me one coin."
"In the winter, we learn to skate and ride ice bikes on the ice. One coin is included in everything, including food."
"The more rewards we get, the more things we can buy for our families."
"My parents can write now. My family subscribes to the newspaper."
The children spoke one after another, and the parents who brought them out had a proud look on their faces.
Meng Haoran nodded and ate again. He was silent.
What he saw was the situation of the people in the capital. He felt sad that his hometown, Xiangyang, was not comparable.
He did not have much foresight. If it were Bi Goo and the others, they would know that starting from the capital, everyone in the Tang dynasty would be literate.
Now he was suitable to write idyllic poems. He always wanted to attend the imperial examinations and did not want to take the imperial examinations.
His good friend Zhang Zirong took the imperial examinations and became a Jinshi. He then went to be a county magistrate in Jiangnan.
When he failed, he wanted to take the imperial examinations. In the end, he did not pass the imperial examinations. He did not pass the imperial examinations again.
He probably knew that he would not pass the imperial examinations, so he wanted to attend the imperial examinations.
"Come, come, come. Today's chicken drumsticks are leftover. Everyone gets one drumstick." The person from the braised food store came over with seven drumsticks.
One for each child. This drumstick was not the calf of a chicken that had been out of the pen for a few weeks. It was big.
"Thank you, Uncle Eight Fingers."
"Thank you, Uncle Eight Fingers."
The children stood up to express their gratitude. The person who delivered the gifts smiled and waved his hand. He was missing two fingers on his left hand, the thumb and index finger.
Therefore, he told the child to call him Uncle Eight Fingers because it was easy to remember.
"What kind of work did you do to hurt your hand?" Meng Haoran only dared to ask when he saw that the child could speak.
"When I was fighting with the Turks, they threw a condom over my left hand and dragged me on horseback. Someone tried to stab me in the middle.
I tried to free myself, but I could not get my two fingers free. I cut myself off and hacked to death the one who tried to prick me.
He was lucky enough to survive after suffering from a fever for half a month. This wound was closed with a soldering iron. "
The person from the braised food store spoke calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's business.
A serious look could be seen in Meng Haoran's eyes as he thought back to what it had been like to fight to the death.
With one hand trapped, he was dragged by the enemy on horseback. Then, the enemy took the opportunity to attack him.
In an instant, he cut off his own fingers and hacked the enemy to death.
He was calm and ruthless. He was ruthless to himself and even more ruthless to the enemy.
"You don't get a pension? Why do you have to come out to sell things? "Meng Haoran was distressed.
"I'm from the Li Family Zhuangzi. With the Winged Knights there, I was bored, so I applied to come out to play." The person who sold braised food finished speaking and turned back.
He was the guard that Li Chengqi found. His whole family was here.
The Winged Knights and the 16 guards maintained absolute respect for these people. Although they were missing two fingers, they could still kill you in a life-and-death battle.
The person in charge of cooking skewers came over with a piece of paper and wrapped the drumsticks for the children to take home.
Meng Haoran looked behind Eight Fingers and said worriedly, "How can he enter the account if he gives away things so casually?"
The woman who wrapped the drumsticks said, "You just need to tell him. He gave it to him, so it won't spoil. We can sell it tomorrow. Today, all the children who came are here for the reward voucher, so give them more food."
"Are you sure he won't be punished?" Meng Haoran knew that if his servant did this, he would definitely be punished.
"I'm sure. I'm his wife. He always gives things to the children.
Today, the children will eat skewers for free. I'll also tell him. "
The woman wrapped the drumsticks and patted the head of the child next to her.
"Thank you, Auntie Eight Fingers." The children continued to thank her happily.
Meng Haoran was sure. Yes, they were husband and wife.
He had a lot of questions. Why was Li Yi so indulgent with his servants? How could they give things away so casually?
What if they sold it and kept the money for themselves? How could they give it away just like that?
Thinking of this, he said, "You sold it and said that you gave it to the children and kept the money for yourselves. Li Yi doesn't know, right?"
"It's not worth it if we don't have much money. In the Li Family Zhuangzi, we don't have to worry about anything. Money is useless."
The woman smiled and shook her head. She looked as if she didn't want to earn money.
They had food and shelter. Needless to say, their children's education. If they lacked anything, Zhuangzi would directly give them money.
Why hide some money? Buy food outside to eat? Buy clothes to wear?
Moreover, the people in Zhuangzi didn't have cash on hand. They were all accounted for.
How could they enter the account with the voucher? Tell the accountant that they earned money from other places? Obviously not.
Or buy other things with money? Then bring it home to use?
But Zhuangzi gave it to them. Wouldn't it be stupid to buy extra?
In winter, there were watermelons in the cafeteria.
There were also watermelons sold outside. Buy them and secretly bring them home to eat? Why bother?
There were also dried fruits. They were placed in the cafeteria. If they wanted to eat, they could grab a few handfuls to eat at home.
They had everything they wanted. If they were caught playing any tricks, it wouldn't be as simple as being chased out of Zhuangzi.
There was no possibility of the Li Family Zhuangzi leaving alive. There were too many secrets.
Meng Haoran realized that he was like a fool who didn't know anything. How could a single Zhuangzi manage things like this?
The villagers casually gave things to others. No one was watching. All they had to do was say a word.
If it were his own family, the family property would be emptied by the servants.
The Li Family Zhuangzi's villagers were telling the truth as they gave things. Where did their loyalty come from?
He didn't know that Li Yi had many ways of managing things. There were different ways to deal with different situations.
When the Li Family Zhuangzi cooperated with others, Li Yi would calculate the non-working capital loss. There was a ratio.
It was just like when he sold medical equipment. The pharmaceutical sales representative's public relations expenses couldn't be controlled. It could only be controlled within a certain range.
It was completely controlled. It looked like the management was good, but the profits were low. This was because the pharmaceutical sales representative lacked flexibility when using funds. How could they bribe?
Public relations expenses were flexible. There was a data model when auditing.
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