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"In the theory of status, everyone is equal. Inspector Cai agreed after reading it!"

"Come and see, come and buy, "Legend of the Condor Heroes" has a new one!"

"Tar chieftain Nurhachi is Li Chengliang's slave!"

"The leader of the Tartars has no regard for human relations, and the secrets of the pseudo-gold palace are revealed."

"..."

Fei Chun and Fei Yu, two bookboys, are running around, just to sell "Ehu Xunkan" to merchants.

It's a pity that merchants are too mobile, and the serialization of novels is prone to fragmentation.

A merchant who had bought a magazine two days ago and had not had time to leave immediately said to his long follower, "Hurry up and buy the second issue of Xunkan!"

Not long after, Chang Sui bought the magazine back and said to the merchant, "Master, the price of "Xunkan" has been raised. The price has doubled, and the number of pages has decreased a lot."

The merchant actually smiled and said: "It is true that the price should be raised. It was sold too cheap before. I am afraid that they will lose money and will not release the second issue. Isn't the novel worth reading?"

"Master is benevolent and righteous." Chang Sui said flatteringly.

The merchant directly turned to the end, holding the novel and reading it slowly.

As I was reading and reading, it suddenly disappeared, which made the merchants feel itchy, so they could only turn back to read other content.

"Wonderful!"

Suddenly, the merchant slapped his thigh and praised: "This Tartar chief Nurhachi was born as Li's domestic slave, and he even seduced his aunt!"

Pang Chunlai bears the hatred of the country and the family, and writes articles to catch the tartars to death.

This issue of "On Liaodong" not only said that Nurhachi was Li Chengliang's domestic slave, but also exposed the heinous crimes committed by Houjin in Liaodong, and fabricated the dirty things about the palace among the nobles of Houjin.

Merchants have watched this article repeatedly, planning to collect it well and bring it back to Fujian to brag about it.

It was not until the end that the merchants began to read "Theory of Personality".

First I was horrified, then I felt reasonable, and then I was delighted.

He was born as a tenant, and because his family owed rent, he was sold to the landlord to pay off the debt. After doing odd jobs for several years, and following the young master to do business at sea, he was just an errand runner at first.

Relying on being smart and diligent, climbing up step by step, and working hard for thirty years, I have the current status.

He also set up a family business and even married a beautiful wife and concubine.

However, he is still a lowly domestic slave!

This kind of situation is very common. In the Jintan slave change in the late Ming Dynasty, Pan, the leader, was the garrison of the Beijing camp. When Li Zicheng captured Beijing, Pan fled back to his hometown with money, took a luxury car and servants to visit the county magistrate, and met his old master outside the county government hotel. He was beaten violently by his master, knocking out two teeth, and when he turned around, he incited all the slaves in the county to rebel.

A garrison in the Beijing camp, rich in money and many followers, turned out to be a domestic slave, and even the contract of sale is still in the hands of the master.

Such a domestic slave is not short of money or position, only status!

Well, there is still one thing missing, the equality of personality.

The businessman repeatedly read "Theory of Gestation", and even memorized it word by word, and then carefully put the magazine in his arms.

Covering it in his arms for a while, he took out the magazine again, stroked the cover and said to himself: "A wonderful article in the world, this Mr. Zhao Ziyue is really a strange man in the world. Next time you come to Hekou, you must go and ask for advice in person."

Suddenly, the merchant shouted: "Hurry up and buy books, and buy a hundred copies of "Ehu Xun Magazine"!"

on the pier.

"Buy a hundred copies?" Fei Chun thought he heard it wrong.

Chang Sui threw a piece of silver: "This is two taels, weigh it quickly, I have to go back to see the master."

Fei Chun was in a daze the whole time, not knowing why this person was crazy, thinking that the next issue would have to increase the price, at least to get back the cost.

The businessman immediately regarded it as a treasure when he got a hundred magazines.

His situation belongs to Haonu, and between Haonu and Haonu, Tongren Club will also be formed. Buy the magazine back and let the members secretly publicize that the more people know about "Gate Theory", the better!

...

Dingsheng Building.

Today's opera was finally over, Chen Maosheng went backstage to take off his makeup, he is a newly popular female role.

Maybe it's because she plays too many women, even if she leaves the stage, her gestures are charming.

Before Chen Maosheng could sit still, a servant came in and said with a smile: "Brother Mao, my master has invited me, so I must go tonight."

"I see." Chen Maosheng had no expression on his face, but his voice was charming.

The servant's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and then he felt chills all over his body, and hurriedly said: "Then...then I'll wait outside, and I've prepared the sedan chair."

"Just go and wait."

The house slave left, and Chen Maosheng sat there, not even wanting to take off his make-up, but was in a daze all the time.

Cuckolds and turtles are all names for the same group-men of happy background.

The lowly ones of the lowly ones usually have to wear green headscarves and red shoulders around their waists, so they can be recognized as soon as they go out.

Even at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the government was not so strict, but they still had to wear green headscarves on many special occasions.

All the troupe partners around him went downstairs to eat, leaving Chen Maosheng sitting alone.

He sighed secretly and began to continue removing makeup.

After removing makeup, I still don't want to move. I caught a glimpse of a book next to it, and took it to read it, but I don't know who left it.

As for the house slave, just wait slowly.

"Gate Theory"?

The good, the honorable and the humble, are in their place; the good and the humble are equal, in their character!

Chen Mao stared at that line of words, unable to calm down for a long time.

Good and bad are equal!

Good and bad are equal!

Good and bad are equal!

Today the magazine released a new issue, and Zhao Han came to the restaurant again, and by the way, made acquaintances with all kinds of scholars.

At this moment, he was sitting at the counter reading a book, when suddenly a handsome young man came.

It looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he walked in a rough manner. The water snake's waist unconsciously twisted, driving the hips and chest up and down, and the whole person was like a boa constrictor becoming refined.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhao Ziyue?" Chen Maosheng deliberately suppressed his voice, trying to make himself as strong as possible.

Zhao Han asked back, "You know me?"

Chen Maosheng said: "I often sing in restaurants, so naturally I know Mr.."

"Oh, so you are an opera singer." Zhao Han laughed.

This smile is very sincere, without any discrimination, Chen Maosheng can feel it.

He hesitated again and again, and couldn't help asking: "Sir, can good and bad really be equal?"

Zhao Han explained: "When it comes to personality, everyone is born equal. Of course, if a person does bad things and behaves badly, then he is not equal. His personality is very despicable."

Chen Maosheng asked again: "I haven't done any bad things, am I more honorable than the gentlemen who have done all the bad things?"

"Yes, in terms of personality, you are more noble than them, and they are not worthy of carrying your shoes." Zhao Han said firmly.

Chen Maosheng suddenly laughed, happy from the bottom of his heart. But he soon wondered again: "But why, these despicable masters have the money and the right to abuse us?"

Zhao Han replied: "Some of their powers and positions are inherited from their ancestors, and they are the blessings handed down from their ancestors. Some are earned by themselves. They have done all the bad things, and they have not cultivated virtues, but they have gained benefits."

Chen Maosheng became more and more puzzled: "I do all kinds of bad things, and I have a low personality, but I can get benefits. I don't do bad things, and I have a noble personality, but I am bullied. How can there be such a reason in the world?"

Zhao Han asked rhetorically: "The beasts of the Manchu Dynasty occupy high positions. Corrupt officials corrupt officials and harm the local people. They also claim to be virtuous. How can there be such a reason in the world?"

Chen Maosheng suddenly said angrily: "Then what's the use of your "Legacy Theory"? Is it written to amuse us lowly households?"

"I'm also a poor family, I'm a refugee, I'm a domestic slave." Zhao Han said.

Chen Maosheng was stunned, and asked in a low voice: "Then what can I do to make God open his eyes?"

Zhao Han said: "Your singer should be Lehu, right? Why is Lehu born lowly? Even if your ancestors did something wrong, it has been two to three hundred years, more than ten generations, how can you still hold them? Don’t let it go. Tell me, is this the truth?”

"That's the reason." Chen Maosheng nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Han also said in a low voice: "Since this is the truth, then the court's rules are wrong, and the court should change the rules."

Chen Maosheng asked: "How can the court change the rules?"

Zhao Han said with a smile: "If the imperial court wants to change, it has already been changed. Even the emperor agreed, and the officials did not agree. If they agreed, can they still bully you at will? They refuse to change the rules, just to ride on the cheap Domineering on the account!"

Chen Maosheng remained silent.

Zhao Han added: "Since the imperial court does not change the rules, if you want to avoid being bullied, you can only build a new imperial court."

Chen Maosheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Han in horror.

Zhao Han smiled and said, "If you want to report to the officials, then go ahead, anyway, I don't admit it. I'm a Tongsheng, you're an actor, let's see who the official trusts."

Although Chen Maosheng felt terrified, he was a little excited for no reason.

After thinking about it, Chen Maosheng asked, "Mr. Zhao, can I still talk to you in the future?"

Zhao Han nodded and said, "I come to the restaurant three days a month. If you have anything to say, feel free to come and talk to me. You are a Lehu, and I am a house slave. We should be brothers."

"Then I'll go first."

Chen Maosheng squeezed his fists and walked towards the door, the water snake no longer twisted its waist.

At the thought of spending the night with the old man, he vomited with nausea, his mind was full of what Zhao Han said.

"Brother Mao, please!" The servant stood by the sedan chair.

Chen Maosheng resumed his style, walked lightly with lotus steps, slowly sat in the sedan chair, and said sweetly: "Please, please help me buy a copy of "Ehu Xun Magazine."