roccoschili The First Champion Chapter 485
The First Champion Chapter 485
That's a real baby.
Chapter 549 There must be a battle to destroy its roots
"The words of a sage may not necessarily be what you want. My expectation for young people is to be down-to-earth and apply the sage's theory to practice."
Yang Lin opened a forum on the outskirts of the city, and many scholars came here admiringly, and many local people also came to join in the fun.
On the pulpit, there is not a single pretentious adage, but all plain and straightforward rhetoric.Yang Lin folded his hands behind his back, sometimes facing east, sometimes facing west, loudly preaching his theory.
On the outskirts of Datong, near the source of the plague, most of the people who are willing to come here are those who really care about the country among scholars.
"At the Imperial City Palace Examination, I once said that the knowledge of the ancients was inexhaustible, and the kung fu of the young and the old began to be perfect. What is done on paper is always superficial, and I know that this matter must be practiced. You are all the best students in the Song Dynasty. You are the pillars of the country, and sooner or later the official positions in the Song Dynasty will be yours. Only when you crawl down and truly understand the land under your feet, can you know how to govern it."
Yang Lin said that he was excited, and rolled up his sleeves. This does not conform to the traditional image of a scribe with a high crown and a dignified appearance, but many scholars below have an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
I always feel that this young master is not a high-ranking minister with power over the government and the public, but like his own teacher and elder brother.
"If our Central Plains Dynasty were a family, Yunnei was once a part of us. He was snatched away, but now we have taken him back. Taking back the land left by our ancestors belongs to the soldiers; rebuilding this This piece of land, let it reintegrate into the Central Plains dynasty, and you can also be in it. As long as we are sincere and sincere, future generations will always praise us today.
The ancient road of the Yellow River, the hills of Xuanyuan, the foothills of Zhuolu Mountain, and the place where the ancestors are buried are all rebuilt by you and me.When the sea is flowing, Fang shows his true qualities as a hero. It is an honor to participate in this wave. We are so lucky! "
Yang Lin paused at the right time, and the audience cheered thunderously and lasted for a long time.The scholars were excited and screamed with excitement. At this moment, the gentleness had long since disappeared, replaced by the madness that few scholars of this era possess.
When the shouting finally got quieter, Yang Lin pressed his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Officials, generals, and soldiers in Yunnei will select ten best-performing scholars to aid Yun. I personally present them with honorary awards, and I hope you will take them as a mark."
After finishing speaking, the scholars in the audience looked at the ten companions with red eyes and walked onto the podium.
The powerful Shaozai in this dynasty shouted their names loudly and gave away ten small gold hoes.
Everyone wore red ribbons on their chests, and Yang Shaozai whispered to them one by one.
What an honor this is, and how difficult it will be to make a smooth career in the future.
This is a person, and they all have flushed faces, and some of them are too excited to speak.
The bustling dissipated, and the curtain finally came to an end, and the crowd slowly dispersed amid strong nostalgia.
The next day, slogans were hung everywhere on the street, on the side of the road, and on trees and hills.
There are portraits of yesterday's award ceremony, which are placed in the most prominent position on the official road, and slogans such as "labor is glorious" are everywhere.
It is said that on the day of Yunnei's successful reconstruction, there will be another selection, and all the scholars will work hard and prepare to perform well.
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Yang Lin was basking in the sun, tied a hammock under an old tree, and a few little Taoist boys beside him were on the futon in front of him, chanting sutras with their eyes closed.
These Daoist boys of Qingxi Temple were newly recruited wartime orphans, and because they had nowhere to place them, they could only enter the temple.
On weekdays, they would follow Xu Shuwei to learn some simple medical principles. Of course, some of them were taken in by the Taoist temple. Now they follow Yang Lin to rub off the immortal energy of Patriarch Chiyang.
These people will inevitably become small followers, and they are quite handy for running errands.
As the sun was setting, a group of people stopped by the side of the road, and a young man with a horse came from a distance, and walked slowly under the leadership of his personal guard.
He has a tall figure, is young but has a resolute and mature face, travels long distances but is neatly tidied up in an official uniform, he looks like a person who is extremely strict with himself.It was Yang Lin's beloved disciple, Yu Wenxuzhong.
Seeing the familiar figure in the hammock, Yuwen Xuzhong's face brightened, the tiredness on his face disappeared, and he trotted over while calling "Mentor".
Yang Lin took off the hat on his face and said with a smile: "Shutong, why did you come so fast?" He took the guards of the Longevity Camp and arrived in less than half a month. Slow, it's only 20 days away.
A little Taoist boy moved a seat, and after Yuwen Xuzhong sat down, he said with a smile: "Teacher, I don't dare to be negligent in this mission, so I came here to ask my teacher a few things."
Yang Lin sat up straight and said, "Speak."
Yu Wenxuzhong took the tea from a little boy, took a sip to moisten his throat, and said, "Master, is it possible for this Jurchen and our Da Song to shake hands and make peace and not invade each other?"
"It's absolutely impossible." Yang Lin said firmly: "How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch. If the Jurchens are not destroyed, I don't think I can sleep well."
Yu Wenxu nodded silently, and then asked: "Then between Song and Jin, is it possible that, like Song and Liao, they attacked each other but maintained great peace?"
"There must be a battle to destroy its roots." Yang Lin's tone was very firm. This matter has long been in his heart and he has not let it go.
Yu Wenxu continued to ask: "Master, when do you think we will fight again?"
Yang Lin supported his knees, pondered for a moment, and said: "The Jin people will definitely commit small-scale crimes in the next few years. They have the territory of Daliao, but they have lost the sixteen important taxpayers in Youyanyun. The local Han’er’s plowing food, they will definitely go south in a famine year. But if we talk about a big war, we must wait until our territory is peaceful and the army is strong.”
The former Daliao was supported entirely by You Yun's taxation. It can be said that the difference between them and the past grassland overlords is that they occupied You Yun.Otherwise, it is inevitable that it will be fleeting like those heroes of the prairie.And Daliao relied on the Han'er in Youyanyun, and insisted on Guozuo for more than 200 years.
Yuwen Xuzhong stood up and said: "With the words of my mentor, the disciple will know what to do."
Yang Lin was very relieved of him, and said with a smile: "I am relieved of Shutong's work, otherwise I would not have replaced you. But you still have to pay attention to safety, after all, there is no more fierce and ruthless Jurchen than Song Dynasty. , unlike human beings, safety is the main priority in everything, and you must not be arrogant and violent."
Yu Wenxu bowed deeply, turned his head and led the horse to leave, instead of staying here to meet with his mentor, he continued to go to Jin Guoxing with a group of mission members who were complaining.
5 Chapter Fifty The Taste of Power
Jingchu Province, Tanzhou, outside Nongxiang County, in a cottage.
"Oh, you kill a thousand knives, how can anyone come to steal money in broad daylight? Is there any law?" A woman with disheveled hair grabbed a package desperately, and dragged it into the yard.
Behind the woman was a simple and honest peasant man, holding a swaddling baby in his arms, who wanted to go up to help, but didn't dare, and cowardly hid in the shadow of the door frame.
The captain of the Captain's Mansion, who was pestering this woman, pulled hard, and with a snort, the package in the woman's hand was broken, revealing a corner of yellow cloth.
The woman's complexion suddenly turned pale, and her shouting voice became a bit sharper.
A fan, dressed in common people's clothes, came forward with a sinister smile, picked up the cloth and asked, "What is this?"
The woman rolled her eyes, and immediately changed her face, and said with a charming smile: "This is a new dress I made for our family, it will be my father's birthday in a few days, isn't this going to my mother's house. When the son-in-law comes to pay his respects, he should dress better, so that the parents can rest assured."
The fan sneered and said, "Really, why do I look at it, so it looks like Maitreya's hundred Buddha clothes?"
The woman's expression changed a little, but it changed quickly, almost in a blink of an eye, and squeezed her throat and said: "Hey, what kind of hundred Buddha clothes, none of our family believes in that monk."
At this time, the man under the door frame burst into tears, crying and shouting: "I told you earlier, this thing is harmful, you have to follow them!"
Fanzi smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand slightly, and said, "Take it away!"
The woman showed a sly look, and said viciously: "Who are you?"
The captain of the Captain's Mansion had already stepped forward, tied up the couple, the leader hugged the child, touched the woman's cheek, and said with a smile: "Hehe, you will know when the time comes, take it away!"
The few fans didn't speak, they were surprisingly silent, and walked out with a family of three.
The leader of the Captain's Mansion lifted the wrapping cloth of the infant, his eyes became even uglier.
There are some strange characters drawn on the chest of this little baby, and there are also obscure symbols on his close-fitting clothes.