The so-called conversation meeting is actually a kind of high-pitched talk that has been passed down from the Han Dynasty and is a favorite among literati. It is initiated by one person and everyone responds. They talk endlessly about a single point of view, citing the past and discussing the present.
It even led to a unique way of playing, called Qu Liquor Drinking. Everyone sits on both sides of the river, placing wine glasses in the upper stream, and the wine glasses flow down the river. Whoever stops in front of them will take a cup and drink, make quotations from poems, and answer opinions. .
Wang Fufeng couldn't drink alcohol, and there were no hot springs to drink in in the winter, so he simply chose an open area at the city gate.
The reason why it is at the west gate is because the direction of Anshui County is to the west.
The city defense office had already greeted them, and the chairs and benches had been moved there in advance. A high platform was set up in the middle, surrounded by scholars and ordinary people who came to watch the excitement.
As the New Year approaches, Fengjing is even more prosperous than Anshui County. Large shiny lanterns are hung on the street beams, and red ribbons are fluttering in the wind. More than 90% of the people are wearing new clothes, carrying cloud cakes and cakes in their hands, and The must-have candied haws.
The young students who received the news sat down early and looked at the high platform expectantly, then turned and looked around, trying to find Mr. Fufeng as soon as possible.
The teachers and commanders from Anshui County also had their own seats and gathered together to murmur.
Master Qian said, "Fengjing is richer than Anshui County, and the lanterns are much bigger."
The Master said, "You are talking nonsense. Fengjing is the richest place in the Chongqing Dynasty."
The master stroked his beard, "But I still love Anshui County."
Who doesn’t love his hometown?
Maybe I won’t stay for a long time, and maybe I will get tired of it occasionally, but the familiar living environment and the streets and alleys that can be traced with closed eyes will be memories that will be unforgettable no matter where you are.
Several teachers looked at each other and smiled. Master Qian was younger and sharp-eyed. He saw the street at a glance and said, "They are coming, they are coming."
The host of this conversation has arrived.
There is clearly a flow of people, and the figures are clearly intertwined, but they can be clearly distinguished in the crowd.
The one wearing a long white coat with a ring of fox fur around his neck is Fufeng.
The one in the blue robe, always as straight as a pine tree, is Xu Mo.
Their relatives followed them on both sides, their steps were big or small, but the only thing was the same determination.
"Master Fufeng is here!"
"Master Qingzhu is here too!"
The crowd was in commotion again, and the writing students seemed to want to stand up, but were restrained by each other and sat down again.
They raised their heads in admiration, watching Mr. Fufeng slowly walk up to the high platform holding his guqin, and watching Mr. Qingzhu standing beside him with his younger brothers and sisters.
One step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time.
Halfway through the journey, Wang Fufeng seemed a little tired. He took a deep breath and regained his energy, sitting cross-legged on the high platform.
He did not speak or say hello, but picked at his fingertips, a calm and serene tone came out, and the noise around him disappeared.
The five-stringed guqin has a clear and simple tone, which has the power to penetrate people's hearts. Even unsuspecting passers-by will feel at peace when they pass by.
To say that the people who are surprised and doubtful are probably the only people who are spying in secret.
After the song ended, Wang Fufeng picked up the guqin again and said, "Today's topic is whether class can cross boundaries."
All the scholars were silent, even Xu Mo, who stood upright, was surprised.
When talking about class in Fengjing, I don’t know whether to say Mr. Fufeng is bold or aloof.
"The so-called class is created by money and status. Common people are a class, small families are a class, and big families are a class. They are low-class people, middle-class people, and high-class people."
"I know that some people are displeased and think that common people should not be considered low-class people, and aristocratic families should not be considered high-class people. But ask yourself, isn't the life we live just the difference between low-class people and high-class people?"
"Aristocratic families are powerful, and people surrender and swallow them, not daring to fight against them. Common people are lonely, and they struggle all their lives to achieve their goals, and it is difficult to rest in peace."
"Because enough power has been passed down, ordinary civilians have no chance. The lives of the upper-class people are monopolized, and the lower-class people have no choice but to accept their fate. But who is willing to accept their fate."
His eyebrows were crescent, and he looked around and landed on a thin student, "I dare to ask, brother, are you willing to accept your fate?"
Some people who took part in the imperial examination accepted their fate. They studied hard for ten years just to change their fate.
"I don't want to." The student replied sonorously.
Wang Fufeng smiled more and more, playing with his fingertips, two crisp notes flowed out.
"If you look at it carefully, I can barely be considered a superior person. I know very well what superior people think. I guard against the efforts of inferior people, because compared with not getting something, losing is the saddest thing."
"A hundred taels of silver is like dung to me, a thousand taels of silver is nothing to me, but I can take out ten thousand taels of silver. My year's worth of food and clothing is enough for a family of five to be rich for half a lifetime."
"And I am just a superior person who can be seen everywhere in thousands of territories. There are more noble and superior superior people above me. They use their power to suppress others, they rob others by force, and they play with the truth."
His voice was too beguiling, and his plain narrative was enough to anger those around him. The passionate young man clenched his fists, ready to stand up and refute at any moment.
This conclusion is too dangerous. Although it is a metaphor for aristocratic families, the royal family is also a superior person and needs the lower class to serve them.
If someone with intentions sends these words into the ears of Tianjia, Mr. Fufeng will be in danger.
Xu Mo's face was ashen and he was ready to interrupt at any moment.
"You live in this world. You can't cross the class. You can't study hard for ten years. You can't work hard for three generations. You can't do it with all your strength. In the final analysis, it's the upper class who have guarded you." Wang Fufeng still spoke slowly, "But If there is no point in working hard, then who is willing to put in the hard work?”
When these words were spoken, countless people nodded.
The people passing by were stunned, and the vendors around him were silent.
"The world may be unfair, but hard work must be rewarded and hard work must be fruitful. An aristocratic family may be powerful, but it must give opportunities to those with outstanding abilities and allow those with wisdom and wisdom to climb."
"If they don't want to, if they cut off your way to climb, do you know what you should do?"
The young master's voice suddenly rose, and as he stroked lightly with his fingers, the originally gentle music became passionate.
One student couldn't help but said, "We must resist, we must be fair, and we must have opportunities."
Without resistance, there is no fairness, without fairness, there is no opportunity, and without opportunity, why should they work hard.
These words were like fire, igniting the grief and anger of countless low-level people. They screamed for fairness and clenched their fists to resist.
They tried to break the shackles, and in the horrified eyes of the family, climbed up and took over.
There is only so much wealth in the world. If one more person shares the pie, the harvest will be less.
The louder the students roared, the more frightened the snooping family became.
But in the same way, the Tian family who tries to suppress the aristocratic family will be even more happy.
Mr. Fufeng did not choose the topic randomly. All his words were carefully thought out. He knew that the relationship between Xu Mo and the Fang family was not just a matter of imperial examination fraud, but also a class conflict between common people and aristocratic families. It was a struggle for power and a struggle for interests.
He used the conversation to tell the truth about the class, and he encouraged the students to resist.
What Xu Mo, a civilian student, cannot do, countless civilian students can do.
"Isn't this how the Fang family bullied others before? They bullied our Young Master Qingzhu." Wang Mingyu shouted from below.
The originally excited students became even more furious, waving their fists and shouting, "Let the Fang family give an explanation."
"The Fang family cheated in the imperial examinations and slandered civilian students. They are afraid that we will cross class, and they are blocking us."
"Resist, be fair, and have a chance!"
"Deal with Fang Yuan! Reject fraud in the imperial examination!"
The passionate students who were once exploited by the Fang family are now on the right track.
They scattered in all directions, their anger turning into eloquence, and they resisted passionately, using their meager strength.
The conversation ended with snowflakes falling from the sky, forming a polar opposite with the anger of the students.
Xu Mo's heart was complicated and full of emotions, just waiting for the people on the high platform to come down.
He wants to express gratitude, condemnation, helplessness, melancholy, sigh, and tears in his eyes.
But he didn't have time to do anything.
The figure on the high platform was swaying, the guqin in his arms fell away, and the person also fell to the sky.
Something splattered out, was it blood?
It's blood.
"Brother Fufeng!"
"Brother Fufeng."
"younger brother……"
Countless figures were flying towards him.
