It seems that Wang Wenxiu’s idea was followed.
An elderly man in his seventies was unconvinced and pointed at the newspaper and said, "Didn't Zhao Ping's article offend all the literati in the world? What other way out does he have?"
This elder turned out to be the deputy clan leader.
He is also Wang Wenfu's father.
He had always been unconvinced by the old man with age spots, and now he was even more angry.
"What benefits does this have for Wangjiazhuang? There are only disadvantages."
The old patriarch glanced at him coldly, and then looked at the others.
He said word for word: "It is true that Zhao Ping offended some literati, but he offended the leader, who won the hearts of the people in the world."
The elder was unconvinced and said: "What's the use of winning the hearts and minds of the people in the world? His official career is gone. He is trying to destroy the world."
The old patriarch shook his head and said: "Not only did he not destroy the world, but he was also appreciated by the most powerful officials in the world."
"It is precisely because he has offended so many people that officials feel more at ease with him."
"It can be said that no one in the world has been so appreciated by officials."
The elder was still unconvinced and said: "But the people in the temple today are all peace seekers, and his career is in danger.
The old patriarch stepped forward, holding the newspaper, and said, "Look at the content below "The Theory of War."
The elder looked at it and said in confusion: "What does this have to do with career?"
The old patriarch pointed his finger at him and said, "Second brother, have you seen the catalog of traitors, loyal ministers, and traitors?"
The elder, known as Lao Er, said: "Of course I saw it. He is formulating the rules for traitors, loyal ministers and traitors, right?"
After saying that, he fell into deep thought.
The old patriarch nodded, then glanced at everyone, sat down on a stool, and drank tea.
After sighing, he said: "Fortunately, you are all from ancient times, and your political views are not as good as my grandson's."
"For those who oppose him, as long as he does something, let him seize the opportunity and list it in the newspaper as a traitor."
"No matter how famous he is or how high his official position is at this time, everything is over."
He nodded and continued: "This is my trump card, Grandpa Sun. It can be similar. Soon, Qin Hui, Zhang Bangchang and their like will definitely be listed in the catalog of traitors."
Having said this, he took another sip of tea and said, "I heard that he is going to Jiading to help the residual envoys in the war?"
Although he already has age spots, his eyes are bright and his energy is still there.
Wang Wenxiu stepped forward and said respectfully: "Father, I heard about this. But I heard that I was going to send food, grass and property."
The old patriarch nodded and said: "Ping'er must be appreciated by the remaining envoys through this article. With the addition of assistance, it can be said that Ping'er's future is bright."
"The key now is, what can our Wangjiazhuang get from this? Xiu'er, as the clan leader, you should think about it carefully."
Wang Wenxiu nodded respectfully and said, "Haier plans to send a hundred guards to help in the battle."
The old patriarch thought deeply for a while.
"If you only send food, grass and property, it will be difficult to see a surplus envoy."
At this point, he couldn't help but sigh.
The old patriarch couldn't help but glance at Zhaojiazhuang worriedly.
Wang Wenxiu's heart sank a little after hearing this. What a great opportunity.
Maybe Zhao Ping's career and the Wang family's career started here.
Oh, what a pity, what a pity.
Changyuan County.
Inside the Changyuan County Yamen, Xin Zhicai kept walking around the desk.
Finally, he read the newspaper again, then looked at Xin Dong and asked, "What does uncle think of this matter?"
After reading the newspaper carefully again, Xin Dong said: "This article can be said to be the best in the world. The article is so profound and sharp, not to say it is unprecedented, at least it is unparalleled now."
At this point, he couldn't help but sigh.
"But this road is very difficult and dangerous. After all, it has offended too many literati, especially those who hold high positions in the temple."
After thinking deeply, Xin Dong said: "The good thing is that Jian is in the heart of the emperor, and he has the right to speak. Now I can only say that there are mixed blessings and bad. If he enters politics, he will be tyrannical. My boss, this person has unpredictable fortunes and misfortunes."
Xin Zhicai did not speak, but looked at the wall carefully after drinking tea.
There is a piece of calligraphy hanging on it, with a poem by Xin Qiji "Broken Array" written on it:
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the trumpet-playing company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and fifty-stringed strings were beating outside the Great Wall. The soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain! "
This was written by his ancestor Xin Qiji.
Inside a luxurious mansion in Lin'an.
There are cornices and painted walls on the outside, pavilions, waterside pavilions and winding paths inside.
The sound of silk and bamboo kept coming from inside.
At this time, a man of about fifty, with a plump head, big ears, and three long beards, was sitting sideways on the couch.
He closed his eyes and listened to the musician next to him playing music, tapping his fingers on the wooden couch in time with the music.
It was none other than the current Prime Minister Xie Fang Shu.
This is his prime minister's residence.
At this time, the housekeeper came to the piano room and saw Uncle Xie Fang closing his eyes and listening to the music in an interesting place.
He opened his mouth, but finally closed it.
About halfway through the incense stick, the music finally stopped, and the steward was about to step forward to report.
The sound of the pipa suddenly sounded again, and the housekeeper had to step back.
"Germany, Germany, I can't wait to hear it, and I'm still in the mood to listen to "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night"."
When Uncle Xie Fang took a look, it turned out to be Xu Qingsou, who was involved in political affairs. Could it be that the Hu people captured Xiangyang?
No, there have been no battle reports recently, not to mention Xiangyang is impregnable.
Uncle Xie Fang suppressed his displeasure and waved Lenu to leave.
Instructing the maid to serve the spring breeze tea, they sat down separately.
Xu Qingsou hadn't sat firmly on his butt yet, so he didn't bother to drink tea.
He was very anxious and took out his sleeves.
Unexpectedly, he was so anxious that he failed to achieve his goal.
It turned out that he had today's newspaper hidden in his sleeve, but he didn't even take it out after thinking about it.
Uncle Xie Fang couldn't help but feel funny and said: "Zhi Weng, you are usually very smart in doing things, why are you so frizzy today?"
Perhaps Xu Qingsou's behavior was more funny, and Uncle Xie Fang's anger subsided unconsciously.
After Uncle Xie Fang's ridicule, Xu Qingsou actually calmed down.
He took out the folded newspaper from his sleeve, opened it and handed it to Uncle Xie Fang.
Seeing how solemn Xu Qingsou was, Uncle Xie Fang had no choice but to open the newspaper and read it one by one.
Only then did Xu Qingsou sit down and slowly taste the intoxicating spring breeze tea leaves.
After half a stick of incense, Uncle Xie's face turned pale.
He slapped the newspaper on the coffee table and stood up.
He threw the newspaper on the coffee table and said, "Damn you."
The two looked at each other and saw that the other person had a look of fear.
At this time, they did not expect this childish boy with no fame and fame who they usually did not take seriously at all.
How could they not be shocked that he had taken away the right to speak so easily.
Since then, it seems like the world has changed.
As if overnight, they were pulled down from their high altar by Zhao Ping.
They can no longer explain the world as lofty scholar-bureaucrats and firmly control public opinion.
They cannot deprive generals and civilians of their power at will.
They are familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics.
"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry on the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations" is Mr. Hengqu's classic saying.
They often keep these words on their lips.
Talking too much makes them feel good about themselves.
It seems that they are following Mr. Hengqu's words of "establishing a heart for heaven and earth, establishing a destiny for the people, inheriting the unique knowledge of the past saints, and creating peace for all generations."
They thought they represented the world's scholars and people, and firmly controlled the world's public opinion in their hands.
After all, in the Song Dynasty, the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats jointly ruled the world.
Even if civil servants make mistakes, they are almost never beheaded.
Generally, he was demoted and exiled up to three thousand miles, and he also gained a reputation of not fearing the powerful.
With this reputation, after proper operation, there is not only hope that the official will be reinstated, but may even be upgraded.
Common people?
The big character itself does not know a basket, but a laborer.
Not to mention being unable to write articles, he is naturally a despicable person.
Naturally, they are the ones represented by us "asking for life for the people".
Military generals are also vulgar warriors.
How many people have won the exam?
How many of them have won Jinshi?
Moral articles are missing.
They have swords and guns, but no cannons.
Although the sword and gun are long, the mouth and cannon are also short.
Swords and guns bleed, but words are bloodless.
Killing people with guns and knives is terrifying.
Talking kills people, but they don't know it quietly.
Knives and guns kill visibly, but words kill silently.
Although swords and guns are powerful, they can only kill the enemy.
If it is internal, you are rebellious.
The mouth gun looks soft, but it can be inward.
Fighting outside is good for outsiders, fighting inside is good for inside.
In the end, it’s a battle between swords and guns.
Must be completely defeated.
This is a vivid portrayal of some scholars of the Song Dynasty.
So they went up to compete with the officials.
He took over the civil and military power of the imperial court.
Without him, officials would be highly suspicious of military generals.
Only military power should be handed over to civilians.
With military power in hand, he can manipulate the generals in his hands.
The merits of military generals are allowed to be taken away by them.
Yue Fei, although you are a national hero who fought against the Jin Dynasty, you are a bear when fighting within.
Without him, you have no fame.
He is naturally inferior to me.
Oh, you are not guilty.
No?
Really do not have?
Indeed not.
All right.
There is no need to exist.
No crime is also a crime.
Yue Fei killed him on trumped-up charges.
Then I, Cao Youwen, am a Jinshi.
Oh, you have fame.
But I am the boss.
Although I don’t understand the art of war, I understand politics.
As long as I don't rebel, it won't be a problem even if I lose my territory.
The worst outcome is relegation.
So Sichuan really came up with a strange system of envoys.
In the front, there was Zhao Yanna who refused Wang Shixian's surrender, and in the back there was Gui Ruyuan who raised his shortcomings and avoided his longcomings and threw himself into Shukou.
Not only was the Xingyuan Mansion lost, Cao Youwen's brother also died in the battle.
Since then, Sichuan has become the back garden of the Hu people, who can come and go at any time.
It would be okay if they were dedicated to serving the world, but Qin Hui was the most corrupt official in the world.
Not only did they hold a one-note speech, but all the main militant factions were pushed out.
Even if you are not the main militant, if you are displeased, I will kick you out.
Gaozong was also frightened and had to hold a dagger by his side to protect himself.
If the throne can be passed down from father to son, Qin Hui went one step further.
Aspects are also passed down from father to son, and Jiuxi and the prince are also added.
Is there any prince in history who has Jiuxi?
That's Cao Cao.
What does he want to do?
Is Cao Cao second?
