Flying Clouds in Another World

Huishui City was still as prosperous as it was four years ago, with cars and people on the road and boats passing by on the water. However, Liu Feiyun still felt some changes. On the busy streets, there were many more beggars in ragged clothes than four years ago. And on the canal, there were many cargo ships that were originally used to carry goods but were now filled with poor people. Looking at the people who filled the cabins and decks like cargo, Liu Feiyun felt very uncomfortable.

As a modern person in his previous life, he only knew the sufferings of ordinary people in ancient society from fragments of history books. Now standing on the canal dock, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but think of the famous sentence that describes the sufferings of the poor people. "It's sad to see the rise and fall of dynasties, thousands of palaces have turned to dust! Rise! The people suffer! Fall! The people suffer!"

Liu Feiyun chanted unconsciously. Liu Shihu was extremely talented in martial arts, but when it came to poetry, he only understood nine out of ten and didn't understand anything at all. "Young Master, you also know those sour and rotten words of the literati! When did you learn them? How come I don't know!"

"Don't call me Young Master in front of outsiders. You can call me Young Master or Young Master. Remember that!" Liu Feiyun said. After many years in this world, Liu Feiyun already knew the special meanings of some titles. For example, "Young Master!" is a term that not everyone can be called. In formal occasions, only the future heirs of aristocratic families with a certain amount of power are qualified. Of course, it is another matter if some unqualified dude likes to be flattered and called by his own servants!

Although Liu Shihao is only an earl, his fiefdom only covers one township, and he actually controls only a few thousand households. But he retired from the position of a general who led tens of thousands of troops. A group of former soldiers in the army followed him to his territory as slaves, so he was able to train a group of hundreds of Tiger Guards as his private army, and he was not afraid of old grudges coming to his territory to seek revenge. Besides, he also has the official position of county lieutenant, managing hundreds of rural warriors in a county. With his financial support and the training of former soldiers in the army, their combat power is not comparable to that of rural warriors in other places, and naturally they only obey the orders of Liu Shihao. Chu Bihe runs the Green Willow Business Company and is known as the female god of wealth in Yunzhou. With the huge wealth she has earned, she also employs hundreds of people from the Jianghu to serve as Green Willow guards, including many human-level masters at the level of cultivators. With the title of a noble, a powerful private army, a county's militia, a huge amount of wealth, and many green willow guards who are no worse than the small sects in the martial arts world, these forces combined together have already become a considerable local force. As the heir of this force, Liu Feiyun is qualified to be called the young master. However, he does not want to be high-profile in front of outsiders, especially in a foreign land.

"It's Young... Master, no, it's Young Master. Young Master is used to address the sons of the local rich people. Calling them Young Master is not vulgar. You can only call them Young Master, Young Master, right!" Liu Shihu said with a smile. "Not vulgar? What do you mean by not vulgar? That's called elegance! You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!" "Yes, yes, Young Master is right!" Liu Shihu responded hurriedly. "Speaking of Young Master, besides the rise and fall of this sad dynasty, thousands of palaces have turned to dust. What does it mean that when a dynasty prospers, the people suffer, and when a dynasty perishes, the people suffer?"

"What a sad story of the rise and fall of dynasties. Thousands of palaces have been turned to dust. Only the people have suffered for a long time. Sir, may I ask your name?" An old voice suddenly sounded from behind! Liu Feiyun turned around and saw an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a simple and clean Confucian robe, showing his elegant demeanor. Behind him, several young men and women in Confucian robes followed two martial artists who were obviously good at fighting.

Seeing this strange group of people, Liu Feiyun was surprised at first, then he hurried forward and performed a common junior etiquette, saying: "Please excuse my behavior, old man. I am Liu Yun from Anya County, Yunzhou! I said some nonsense abruptly, and I didn't want you to hear it. I'm sorry to make you laugh!"

The old man smiled and said, "Yunzhou Anya County, Liu Yun, is from the same county and surname as the much-criticized Liu the Butcher! It's rare that you don't have the same murderous intent as that Liu the Butcher! You also understand the sufferings of the poor people, so I guess we are of the same surname but different clans!"

"Uh!" Liu Feiyun looked a little embarrassed. It seemed that his father's reputation in the empire was not very good. "Hehe! Judging from your speech, behavior, and clothing, you are obviously the son of a noble or wealthy family, right?" the old man asked with a smile.

"What are you talking about? My father is just a minor official with a little extra money. May I ask your name?"

"I am just a rotten and sour scholar, often called an inkstone washer. Look at the people on this cargo ship, most of them are poor people who sold themselves into slavery and could not survive, how miserable they are!"

Xiyanke looked at the cargo ship going farther and farther away and said leisurely, "Yes! I just remember that a few years ago, although there were cases of people selling themselves into slavery, it was far less common than it is now. I don't know why this is the case. Do you know?"

Liu Feiyun had not come down the mountain for several years and did not know much about the situation outside. Xiyanke said: "Alas! I guess you have just left home to travel! Over the years, the health of Emperor Ren has been getting worse and worse, and it is difficult for him to manage state affairs as diligently as before. Now the court is dominated by the powerful, and the princes are busy fighting for the throne. In the local area, the powerful have emerged and dominated one side, bullying the people. Who can take care of the lives of the people? What about the Great Chen Dynasty now? Alas! It's better not to say!" Xiyanke sighed continuously!

Liu Feiyun also sighed and said, "I understand now, thank you for your guidance! But it is hard for these hundreds of millions of people! I just don't know what will happen to the world if so many people have no way to survive! Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it!"

The Inkstone Washer said, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it! Well said! Young man, you are from a wealthy family, but you feel sorry for the suffering of the people. This is already very good. You also understand the principle that water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. You are many times better than those dandy boys who only know how to bully men and women and do evil things!"

Liu Feiyun was very uncomfortable again, and hurriedly said that he dared not accept such an award. He had originally planned to indulge in the addiction of a playboy after returning home this time, so as to fulfill his daydream in his previous life.

"Yes! Our ship is here, young man, see you later!" Xiyanke said as he looked at an official ship approaching. Liu Feiyun saw that the official ship was not very gorgeous, but there was a team of soldiers standing on the deck. Although they were not as murderous as his own iron guards, they were also very majestic. Several officials in official uniforms stood at the bow.