The seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the twenty-ninth year of Zhengde was a day destined to be recorded in history.
On this day, two earth-shattering events occurred in Chang'an City.
First, Lu Zaizhong, who passed the imperial examination in three yuan and was rejected six times by the imperial court, walked out of Taibai Mountain for disaster relief and will give a lecture at Xuanping Gate three days later!
When the news spread, all the scholars in Chang'an City, from those in their 60s to those in their early teens, rushed to report it.
Secondly, on this day, Jingzhao government officials came out in full force and joined forces with two thousand soldiers from the Jing'an Division to conduct a large-scale search and arrest in Chang'an City.
More than twenty high-ranking officials in the court were imprisoned.
For a time, all the officials in Chang'an City were worried.
I was afraid that someone would knock on my courtyard door the next moment.
At night.
The manhunt that lasted for one day came to an end.
In the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion.
Xu Yi sat on the Imperial Master's chair, quietly listening to the reports from the officials below.
No one among the heads of more than twenty aristocratic families escaped.
After a while.
Xu Yi nodded slightly and said: "Starting from tomorrow, we will do our best to count the money, goods and other items, and be sure to take care of the money and goods storage and other matters. This matter will be left to Zhang Fuwei with full authority."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan stepped forward and said loudly: "Obey the order!"
Xu Yi paused and then picked up the pen and wrote down lines of small words on the paper.
He stood up and handed the paper to Kai Yuan, and ordered: "Immediately someone will write a notice and post it throughout the city."
Zhang Kaiyuan lowered his head and saw that he understood instantly. He bowed his hands and said, "Follow the order! I will take care of it now."
"Go." Xu Yi nodded slightly and then walked out of the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion.
What was written on the paper was not something else. It was surprisingly the goods needed for disaster relief.
Moreover, the word donation was highlighted on the paper.
The meaning is self-evident.
...
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, there are only ten days left before the end of the year.
This day.
The sky is bright and clear.
The front of Xuanpingmen gradually became lively.
Scholars dressed in Confucian robes walked through the morning frost and came calling friends.
It doesn't take a while.
There were already overcrowded people in front of Xuanping Gate.
The noise has gone from a buzzing sound at the beginning to now, and it has a tendency to shake the sky.
Rong Pingchuan yawned and slowly walked out of the city gate tower.
When I walked to the crenel, I glanced at the crowd of scholars below.
Then he withdrew his gaze without any interest.
Nothing else.
Compared with the changes outside the city, these scholars in front of Xuanping Gate are nothing.
Thinking of the changes outside the city, Rong Pingchuan's body actually trembled slightly.
At the same time, the admiration for Xu Yi grew stronger in his heart.
...
Chenshi.
The rising sun completely breaks through the clouds and shines its light on the world.
A three-carriage slowly arrived at Xuanpingmen with its back to Xiaguang and hundreds of government officials clearing the way.
On one side of the carriage, Xu Yidian sat on the horse and slowly looked at the excited scholars.
The number of people who came was obviously beyond Xu Yi's expectations.
I don’t know how many people can walk outside the city.
Rong Pingchuan quickly walked down the city wall.
He cupped his fists and saluted, "Greetings to Mr. Jing Zhaoyin."
Xu Yi nodded slightly and said straight to the point: "General Rong, please open the city gate."
Rong Pingchuan agreed, then turned around and shouted: "Open the city gate!"
Xu Yi turned to look at Huo Chenghu who was aside and ordered: "Organize the listeners to leave the city."
"Follow the order!" Huo Chenghu promised with clasped fists.
The words are over.
Huo Chenghu and others carefully controlled the horses to shuttle among the scholars, loudly maintaining order.
When you want to listen to the lecture, you need to go out of the city gate first.
In an instant, countless people were shocked.
Even the noise dimmed in an instant.
In the minds of most scholars in Chang'an City, what is it like outside the city?
Victims are everywhere, corpses are everywhere, human dirt is everywhere, and the stench is everywhere.
It's like hell on earth.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Is it worth putting himself in danger just to listen to a sermon?
For a time, there were countless people who retreated.
Xu Yi's expression remained unchanged and he drove his horse forward slowly.
If you don't even have the courage to leave the city.
It’s okay not to have such a scholar.
When Xu Yi and the carriage walked out of the city gate without hesitation.
As the carriage passed by, all the scholars along the way looked at each other in astonishment.
Just when everyone was looking at each other, not knowing what to do.
Several carriages came again on the road in the distance.
"That...that's the carriage belonging to the official Sun Yuanwai Lang!"
"That...that one behind is the carriage of the young minister of Honglu Temple!"
"Good boy! The ones from Dali Temple are here too!"
"Young Master of the Taichang Temple! The Sicheng of the Taichang Temple is here too!!!"
"Behind! There's more behind!"
As horse-drawn carriages symbolizing identity and status approached, the excitement outside Xuanping's door instantly began to boil again.
In a private room on the third floor of a restaurant not far from Xuanping Gate.
Li Guangli stood expressionlessly by the window sill, looking at the lively scene outside Xuanping Gate.
More or less officials from Dali Temple, Honglu Temple, Taichang Temple, and even the Six Ministries came.
"Xu Yi, what a good plan!" Li Guangli's eyes gradually turned cold as he looked at Xuanpingmen.
He didn't understand until then! That notice posted by Jingzhao Mansion on the night of the 17th day of the twelfth lunar month! Not a threat at all!
It’s about winning over people’s hearts!
It seems that they are forcing officials with evil intentions to donate their property.
In fact, it gave them a reassurance!
Is it still a problem if it can be solved with money?
And during this time, how could the officials not be grateful to Xu Yi?
After all, even Li Bi, the Prime Minister of Jing'an Division, didn't know whose names were on the imperial edict! Let alone those ordinary officials?
...
When luxury carriages passed through the city wall and walked out of Chang'an City without hesitation.
The readers who were hesitant at first no longer hesitated.
Even the court officials are not afraid, so what else are they afraid of?
It doesn't take a while.
The suspension bridge was crowded with scholars wearing various Confucian shirts.
outside the city.
Whether he is an official or a scholar.
The first reaction after stepping out of the suspension bridge was to rub my eyes.
What did they see?
There wasn’t even a trace of snow on the clean ground! Not to mention the dirt.
Looking not far away.
Rows of neat tents stood upright on the ground like well-trained soldiers.
Look further into the distance.
Porridge sheds, pools, and huts dot the earth like stars dotting the night sky.
Not only is it not obtrusive, but it gives people a pleasing feeling.
The victims gathered together in small groups and were busy with the matters at hand.
Although their faces couldn't be seen clearly, everyone seemed to be able to feel their emotions.
Quiet and peaceful, filling every tent.
From the beginning to the end, the victims never came forward to watch.
Just minding their own business, it was as if these people had never appeared.
This...this is completely two extremes from what they imagined.
"This...is this a disaster victim?" A young scholar opened his eyes wide and asked the government servant on the side with disbelief on his face.
As the scholar asked, countless scholars around him instantly looked at the government servant who was busy guiding everyone next to the scholar.
Ma Yamen yelled several times, but the curious scholar completely ignored Ma Yamen's roar.
Everything is inferior, only reading is superior.
Many scholars often look down on this or that.
This is absolutely normal.
Normally, Ma Yamen would have been angry a few times. He was so angry that he couldn't explain, but he would also ask them to understand what it means for a scholar to meet a soldier.
But these days are different.
Ma Yamen suppressed the anger in his chest, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "What did you just say?"
The young scholar had never seen this scene before. The way the Yamen servant suppressed his anger looked like a demon who chooses people to devour.
Just when the young scholar couldn't help but retreat.
A middle-aged scholar squeezed over.
He pointed at the victims not far away and asked, "Why is that so?"
"Ah?" Ma Yamen pretended not to understand and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Vulgar." The middle-aged scholar cursed.
Then he stopped talking and said, "Let me ask you again, why is it like this outside the city?"
Ma Yamen followed the middle-aged scholar's finger and looked at it.
After a few breaths, he looked back.
With a puzzled look on his face, he said, "It's not like this outside the city, so what should we do?"
The middle-aged scholar blurted out without thinking about it: "You shouldn't... outside the city..."
Just as the words were about to leave his mouth, the middle-aged scholar realized something was wrong and hurriedly closed his mouth.
Ma Yamen took advantage of the victory and pursued him: "What shouldn't be done?"
The middle-aged scholar's face turned red and he could not refute for a long time.
Ma Yamen sneered, then straightened his face and said, "Okay, okay, don't be stuck here! Go to the forum quickly! If you go late, you won't get a good seat!"
Seeing that I couldn't get anything out of the yamen servant's mouth.
Everyone had no choice but to rush towards the pulpit first.
...
Si hour (nine o'clock in the morning.)
Lu Zaizhong stepped onto a makeshift podium.
A loud voice explains the meaning of the sutra.
His explanations are humorous and lively, and contain some unique insights.
At one time, more than one scholar listened with great interest, even Xu Yi was the same.
There is no time for sermons.
The rising sun slowly climbed up amid the sound of sermons, and then slowly headed westward.
When the time comes.
Numerous porridge shacks outside Xuanping Gate burst into smoke almost simultaneously.
The smoke from the kitchen smoke curls up into the sky, which is really spectacular.
When the aroma of rice reached the podium, it instantly evoked the chirping of countless insects.
Lu Zaizhong stopped talking and took a sip of tea.
Then he said loudly: "It's getting late. It's not easy for you to go out of the city. Please have dinner before returning."
The words are over.
Not far away, government officials came slowly with victims one after another holding trays in their hands.
The contents on the tray were extremely simple.
Porridge, rice, pancakes, two or three plates of side dishes, that's all.
When the victims came closer.
No one could see the beauty in the faces of the victims.
"Although his clothes are shabby, there is no smell at all." A scholar shook his head as he looked at the slowly approaching victims and said with emotion: "If not everyone knows about the disaster, who would know that he is a disaster victim?"
As the victims moved forward slowly.
Countless readers looked thoughtful.
Why did Lu Zaizhong go out of Taibai Mountain to preach for a day?
We are all scholars, who doesn’t know it well?
But looking at it now, do these victims need relief?
Obviously not needed.
While everyone was thinking secretly.
Lu Zaizhong stood up slowly from the podium.
He said loudly: "Are you curious why the outside of Xuanping Gate is completely opposite to what everyone has seen in the history books?"
The words are over.
The officials passed it on layer by layer.
In an instant, there were countless doubts.
Lu Zaizhong was puzzled when he heard this, his face straightened, and he slowly said: "What you are seeing now is all true. What is recorded in the history books about people dying of hunger everywhere, corpses littering the fields, and people changing their children to eat is also true!"
"Even what happened outside Xuanping Gate more than ten days ago was just as recorded in the history books!"
"I know everyone is curious as to why such earth-shaking changes have taken place outside Xuanping Gate in just a few days."
Lu Zaizhong paused and continued loudly: "The reason why Xuanping Gate is what it is now is inseparable from the efforts of His Highness the Sixth Prince!"
"It cannot be separated from the efforts of officials of all sizes in Jingzhao Prefecture! It cannot be separated from the efforts of countless common people in Chang'an City who have the world at heart!"
"It is also inseparable from the desire for life of the victims outside the city!"
"Without their unity and unity! What you see outside the Xuanping Gate today would be as described in the history books, with people dying of hunger and corpses strewn in the fields, and people changing their sons to eat!"
The words are over.
Countless scholars looked towards the back of the sitting figure under the podium.
The scholar who was closer to Xu Yi could clearly see some white hair under the white jade crown.
I don’t know how many people were deeply touched for a while.
Lu Zaizhong coughed lightly and continued loudly: "On that day, the Sixth Prince asked Yao Silian to come down to Taibai Mountain to find me."
"When Yao Silian held his sick body and begged me to go down the mountain to help the Sixth Prince in disaster relief, he talked about how hard it was for the people in Guanzhong and how difficult it was for the Sixth Prince."
"Originally I thought this was just an excuse to ask me to come out."
"But due to our long-term friendship, I have no choice but to agree to go down the mountain for a while."
"At that time, I was not ready to fully agree."
"But when I traveled all the way from Taibai Mountain, what I saw and heard along the way completely changed my mind."
"How can what I saw and heard along the way be described in a few strokes in history books?"
Lu Zaizhong paused and saw that countless scholars under the podium were listening very carefully.
Then he continued: "On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it rained for the first time, and it poured down! Then it snowed, and the sky and the earth turned pale."
"The carriage couldn't move in the wind and snow, and the horses couldn't move. It was the Xuanpingmen soldiers who dismounted and pushed the carriage forward step by step!"
"At that time, I asked them why they were working so hard? Do you know how the soldier responded?"
"The soldiers said that the sooner they send me to Chang'an City, the sooner Mr. Jing Zhaoyin will not have to fight alone! The sooner the victims outside the city can live a good life." jj.br>
"What do you mean, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country? This is it!"
"These are my good sons and daughters in Dazhou!"
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of countless readers who looked at the soldiers and government officials on both sides who were maintaining order quietly experienced some unspeakable changes.
But most of them looked at the figure in the python robe who was sitting at the audience like everyone else.
On the pulpit.
Lu Zaizhong continued to count: "Later, we finally arrived at the inn sixty miles outside Chang'an before it became completely dark."
"When we arrived, mutton was being cooked in the inn."
"I know everyone is curious about why there is mutton in the inn, and I was also very curious at the time."
"After walking into the inn, I learned that the mutton was sent by Jing Zhaoyin. It was not only in the inn, but also in the disaster victims outside the city!"
"Later, I learned from the postmaster that after the temperature dropped sharply on the night of the 14th day of the twelfth lunar month, all the officials in Jingzhao Mansion rushed outside Chang'an City."
"It wasn't until the end of the month that they returned to Jingzhao Mansion. That night they distributed countless goods to the victims to keep out the cold."
"But there are more than 100,000 disaster victims outside the city. How can that amount of goods be enough?"
"After returning to Jingzhao Mansion, the Sixth Prince immediately took some government servants and rushed to the house of Shangshu Hubetian for help."
"A violent storm hit along the way. The Sixth Prince and a group of government officials stared at the cold rain and walked into the distance without hesitation."
"Later, the sixth prince asked for cotton from the Ministry of Household Affairs and tents from the palace."
"After that, all the officials of Jingzhao Mansion and hundreds of students from the Imperial College braved the heavy snow and followed the Sixth Prince out of Chang'an City again!"
"They carried tents and other things to keep out the cold, and fought outside Chang'an City for a full day! If you include that night, it was a full day and night!"
Said.
Lu Zaizhong pointed to the looming high platform in the distance.
He said again: "That day! The Sixth Prince, wearing a soaked python robe, stood on that high platform and commanded the officials, government servants, soldiers and victims to fight the sudden snowstorm together!"
"The postmaster said that when everything settled, the Sixth Prince was completely stiff and was carried off the high platform!"
"From the words of the postmaster, I can already imagine what kind of scene it is!"
"At that moment! My determination to provide disaster relief was completely firmed up! Not because of anything else! Just because of all the people who were willing to risk everything for disaster relief! Even including their own lives!"
The words are over.
Waves of extremely suppressed crying gradually came from under the pulpit.
People's hearts are not iron, and they know whether they are warm or cold.
The rain and snow on the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month swept the entire city of Chang'an.
Let me ask you, who in Chang'an city didn't know that that day was dangerous?
Because of this, I understood the difficulties faced by Xu Yi and others.
At this moment, countless scholars secretly made up their minds.
They are not needed outside Xuanping Gate, but what about other city gates?
What about outside Chang'an City? There is always a need for them.
At the same time, everyone looked at Xu Yi's back with increasingly complicated eyes.
As more news about Xu Yi spreads, Xu Yi becomes more three-dimensional and image-like in everyone's minds.
The word "gentleman" is no longer enough to describe Xu Yi in their minds!
Below the pulpit.
Xu Yi, who had his back turned to everyone, turned slightly red at some point.
It's one thing to do it, but it's another thing to say it in public.
Even with Xu Yi's face, he still felt a little hot.
But it was slightly hot, but Xu Yi didn't have the slightest intention to stand up and stop it.
Nothing else.
Xu Yi knew in his heart that Lu Zaizhong was helping him.
This is based on Lu Zaizhong's status in the minds of scholars all over the world.
The more he says today, the more beneficial it will be to Xu Yi in the future.
How could Xu Yi ruin this kind of good thing that only happens once in a few years with his own hands?
What's more, everything Lu Zaizhong said is true and can definitely stand up to verification and scrutiny.
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Chapter 165: Free reading from the pulpit outside Xuanping Gate.
