Xia Yuanlong ignored Wei Huai's gloomy look, stood up and said: "I have to say something. According to Yuanlong's previous plan, the top priority is to curb the momentum. If the new plaque is hung, it will promote the hard-won political participation The power will be spread by word of mouth among the people and become popular in Jianghuai. After hearing the news, various places mistakenly believe that the government is about to relax the new policy. If you don't know how to measure it and give it to others, you will be deeply worried. It's better to find a reasonable excuse and temporarily put this plaque on it. It is logical to hide it and implement the new policies first, and then hang up the big plaque after the situation becomes clear."
Wei Huai clicked his tongue twice and shook his head with great difficulty: "My new policy has touched the interests of the government. They agreed to our request, how can I break their trust? If Wan Dang is angered, they will If you go against the academy, all your previous efforts will be wasted. This method is too risky, please consider it more, my dear brother."
"Can……"
Xia Yuanlong was about to persuade him again, but Wei Huai lowered his head, waved his hand, and limped out of the house.
The plaque was finally put up. Wei Huai and several people from the alliance personally carried the new plaque to the door. The surrounding people almost crowded the entire street until they saw Wei Huai coming out. Everyone hurriedly backed away, and thunderous applause suddenly broke out.
Wei Huai was speechless, only smiled gently at them, then turned around and ordered: "Take down the old plaque and nail the new plaque on!"
Two big men walked up to the left and right, climbed up the ladder, wiped off the dust on the edge of the old plaque, and then slowly took it off; they then held the new plaque, hung it high, fixed it tightly with copper nails, and then climbed down the ladder. Come on, give Wei Huai a fist in the air: "Mr. Wei, you're done!"
As soon as these words came out, all the people looked at each other with joy, and shouted in unison: "Okay!"
Although Xia Yuanlong was worried, when he saw the large crowd and looked at the four golden characters of 'Participating in Political Science Academy' above his head, his feeling of depression was gone. Maybe my guess is wrong, he thought to himself, and couldn't help but also said "Okay".
It's a pity that everything seems to be going according to Yuan Long's ideas. As expected, the news of the establishment of the Political Participation Academy spread throughout the streets and alleys. Because it was in Nanjing, a treasure land that was deeply influenced by the academy's ideas, the response was far more enthusiastic than that in Suzhou, causing an unprecedented wave.
Within two days, the academies in Zhenjiang also learned of this inspiring feat, and they were all delighted, thinking that that day was not far away from their own homes.
The name of the dean here is Song Deyuan, who is about thirty years old. He was overjoyed when he heard people say that "Mr. Wei will implement a new policy next, and the government will not stop him."
Dean Song and the scholars said: "Now that Nanjing's major events have been accomplished, how can we lag behind? Tomorrow we will plan the return of farmland to farmers, win over the public's support, and shock Lu Fangxuan and others into handing over the political participation academy. What do you think of the name?"
Everyone was full of ambition and worshiped one after another: "We have to take advantage of the situation to show off the majesty of Zhenjiang!"
"Zhu Che of Suzhou was confused by others, and the shame of destroying the academy is still unforgettable. We will use this to regroup, and all the major states and counties will rise up, and the great cause of the academy will be under control." After saying this, Song Deyuan actually I cry with emotion and have tears on my sleeves.
"Humph, they are really a bunch of rabble, so they fell into a trap..." Fang Jiancai walked in with disdain and threw the official document in his arms on the table, but Lu Fangxuan held it down with his left hand.
"Look, these scholars are so audacious!" He lifted his soap robe angrily and sat down next to him.
Lu Fangxuan put on his Western glasses, glanced at it coldly, then crumpled a pile of official documents into a ball and threw it into the basket.
"It's just waste paper. He thought he dared to intimidate me with his back to Nanjing, so he overestimated his own capabilities." Lu Fangxuan sneered, "At the beginning, Wan Heshun's tens of thousands of troops, I still regarded them as trivial. It was just the rhetoric of rotten Confucianism, and it was nothing to worry about. .”
Fang Jiancai stroked his palm and said, "However, Tian's advice does not violate the king's law. It must be followed with a reason before the arrest can be carried out."
"I've been tired enough these days, and you're smart enough to help me think about it."
Fang Jiancai picked his teeth and said, "Let the prefect inform those people that Zhenjiang can participate in politics and invite them to come to the government office to welcome the plaque. Now that they are arrogant and impatient, they will definitely go; then send people to spread rumors and say Song Deyuan was brought to the court for interrogation because of his admonishment to Ji Tian. The people gathered in the government office for their own benefit. Taking advantage of the chaos, they blamed the Song family and others for "provoking civil uprising and conspiracy." Arrested and jailed.”
"Although this method cannot be denied, it may cause riots and cause public resentment."
Fang Jiancai smiled sinisterly: "When Fang was in Nanjing, there was trouble in the dyeing workshop, and many people even died, but in the end they were all safe and sound? The so-called public resentment is just based on the fierceness of the academy. Once the academy is killed, His majesty is like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, and no one dares to speak out."
Lu Fangxuan laughed wildly and said: "It is still Fang Yuan who has an insight into the world!"
"Mr. Song, please." The young official pulled the curtain of the sedan chair and went to hold it up with both hands.
Song Deyuan nodded his head high and said goodbye to everyone in the academy: "Song is here to welcome back the plaque and put other things aside first. Wear some festive clothes. It's best to invite a few people." Deputy of the musical instrument, prepare a banquet and wait until I return victorious!" After saying that, he strode down the steps, took the hand of the servant, and jumped into the sedan chair.
"Master Futai, and other gentlemen, I have given some instructions to my brothers, so I am a little late, I hope you can understand me." Song Deyuan wandered over and said a few words calmly. Bow lightly.
"Sir, you are committed to the New Deal. Although I hold a high position, I still admire you very much. I can understand your sincerity." The prefect deliberately grinned his mouth wide, trying to hide his original expression.
"May I ask if the mansion invited me to see the plaque?" Song Deyuan straightened his sleeves and sat down.
"Ah...I've already asked someone to pick up the plaque," the prefect lowered his head and secretly sweated, "Send it to you immediately, send it to you immediately."
"Is it the same as the 'Shangzheng Academy' in Nanjing?"
"Same, same..." The prefect picked up the tea bowl, hid his face to his side, and then glanced to the left. The clerk understood and quietly left.
"Your academy is getting better and better..." The prefect wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, as if he had really taken a sip of tea.
"With the government's full support, it will be difficult for the academy not to succeed."
Just when the magistrate didn't know how to reply, there was a sudden noise and curses outside the government office, which made everyone present turn their heads in shock.
"Where are you from?" the prefect shouted, throwing the bowl.
"Your Excellency!!!" The junior official just now staggered over, "A group of people gathered outside, even fighting to beat drums and smashing fences. It was almost a chaotic situation. It seemed that... they were planning a popular uprising!"
"What are they shouting about?"
"What you're shouting is...give me back Dean Song."
