The scholar named Yi seemed to have never seen the changes in the lobby, and just sneered: "Brothers, Yi's original name is Yi Xingzhi, not Yi Zhixing. The so-called return from studying at the West is true."

But the following words were quite angry: "But, Yi is a good citizen of the Heavenly Kingdom, and is not a young scholar. Is Yi full of food and is full?"

The scholar surnamed Wang was also quite brave, but when he heard this, he said in a deep voice: "Brother Yi is careful when speaking. After all, although the Donglin Academy is apart from Donglin Academy, how many of the princes in the court are from Donglin? If the words of today are spread, aren't Brother Yi afraid of causing trouble?"

Yi Xingzhi continued, "Trouble? When Zi Shengming is better than the late emperor today, the Donglin Party has long been beaten into a dog of a broken family. What else is Yi afraid of?"

Without waiting for the other people to answer, Yi Xingzhi continued: "Yi's family originally lived in Qin for generations, and his grandfather was originally from the Northern Party. He moved to Dongjiang during the Wanli period and made a living by cloth yard. His family's livelihood is still good, but it can be considered as a heirloom of poetry and books. Because the three-screw fabrics were not easy to weave, my father has been studying hard and trying to improve the daily weaving of the three-screw fabrics."

Speaking of this, Yi Xingzhi's face showed nostalgia: "At that time, Yi was still young. He watched his father teasing the wood and iron tools every day, and he thought that this was the most magical thing in the world. Since Yi was seven years old, until Yi was over eleven, his father had made some trouble. Originally, the three shuttles were woven by the good weaving girl, and his daily income was only more than an inch."

"After my father finished the machine, a good weaver can get close to a foot every day. According to the price at that time, a three-pass cloth can be worth three taels and three cents of silver."

"If there is no change, even if you follow these three shuttles, Yi's family can become a wealthy family."

When he said this, the nostalgic expression on Yi Xingzhi's face disappeared completely, but what was left was just anger: "The land of Taicang is only a hundred miles away from Yi's home, hehe, Taicang two Zhangs."

Hearing this, many scholars in the lobby breathed a sigh of relief. Taicang Erzhang has now become a dog, and no one will come out to whitewash them and argue for them. Even if this matter is spread today, no one will have any responsibility.

Yi Xingzhi ignored the reactions of the people in the lobby and continued: "When Zhang Pu learned that a certain family had such a thing, he sent someone to ask for it. How could his father give it to him easily after several years of hard work?"

"The thief was unable to ask for it, but it was the secret envoy Zhang Cai and Wu Weiye who were restored to the society, and they secretly spread rumors, saying that the things created by their father would steal the livelihood of many weaving ladies in Songjiang. Among them, many Donglin gentlemen participated, and some even promised their father that as long as the loom was handed over, the gentlemen of the Donglin Party would speak out for their father and retreat to the people who were restored to the society. Haha, in my opinion, what these gentlemen do is just this loom."

Yi Xingzhi didn't care about the faces of the sergeants in the lobby when he mentioned the gentleman and the gentleman, but continued: "Where did the foolish men and women in the countryside come from? Only the things created by Taoist fathers will make them lose their livelihood. He thought that when this thing came out, they would make more three shuttles. Even if the price was lower in the end, they still had more income than before."

"Since the people in Fushe and the people in Donglin were unable to get it, they wanted to destroy it. The foolish men who were afraid of losing their livelihood rushed to Yi's home one night, instigated by Fushe and the people in Donglin."

In the Qingfeng Pavilion at night, although the lights were bright and did not appear dark, the swaying lights reflected on Yi Xingzhi's hideous face, it revealed a sense of cruelty to choose people: "Hehe, that night was not a dark and windy night, but my father and mother were pulled out of the bed and beaten to death by those bastards in the yard at home."

The scholar surnamed Wang interrupted Yi Xingzhi's words when he heard this: "If you follow Brother Yi's words, I'm afraid you will not be able to escape and die that day, why?"

Yi Xingzhi sneered, "If Yi hadn't been sleeping with his second uncle in the small courtyard next to him, he would have been unable to escape. The second uncle heard the noise in the courtyard and knew that something was wrong, so he hid with Yi overnight. Only then did Yi escape. Until the next day, when the second uncle returned home to check, the huge yard had already been burned to a piece of white ground."

"Uncle Er is cautious by nature and doesn't say anything. He just used charcoal to destroy his true self. He begged for a living with Yi, who was only twelve years old. Even if he has silver notes on his body, how can he dare to take it out and use it?"

Listening to Yi Xingzhi's words, the many scholars in the lobby had made up for the situation at that time, but they shivered. One year, a man burned his face with charcoal fire, and then took a child with him. He didn't dare to spend money and beg for a living. It was pitiful and terrible to think about it.

It was the scholar surnamed Wang who praised first, "I am impressed by my uncle Gao Yi." As he said that, he bowed to Yi Xingzhi to show his respect. Seeing that the scholars in the lobby were bowing, Yi Xingzhi bowed and replied, "Thank you brothers. Uncle Gao Yi, Yi Xingzhi will never forget you."

After thanking many scholars, Yi Xingzhi continued: "It was not until later that my uncle and nephew beg for food all the way to Lingnan. Finally, after Oi Jingao, my uncle sent Yi onto the Western Yi ship and asked Yi to study in the Western Yi."

"It was not until four years ago that Yi was almost the best, so he returned from the Western Yi Land, and was also named Yi Zhixing, and privately bribed the officials of Oyster Jingao and re-entered them."

"It was only after Yi came back and visited many times that he learned that after sending Yi on a boat to the Western Yi, he returned to Songjiang alone to find Zhang Pu, Zhang Cai and others to take revenge. However, Uncle Yi was originally a scholar who was powerless, and burned his face with charcoal and fell ill. Before he returned to Songjiang, he had already died of illness in a small town on the road."

"It's thanks to the kind-hearted person who buried it, so he was not thrown into a mass grave after his death. After Yi re-established a grave for his uncle, he participated in the imperial examination and then entered the Imperial College in the sixth year of the Tianqi period."

For a moment, everyone present was worried. The girls who pretended to be stupid and never retreated were already full of tears in their almond eyes and kept covering their faces with handkerchiefs and crying.
Chapter completed!