After coming out of the Guoshi Tower, the downpour gradually subsided. Although the heavy rain lasted for a short time, such a cooling rain in the hot summer season still made the hot Daxing city burst into joy. The majestic rain was like the nectar of life. , making the dying leaves lush and green again, adding a bit of vitality.
Listening to the rain pounding on the roof of the car, her heart was as messy as a willow eyebrow. She frowned and didn't know what she was thinking. After a long time, her face softened, she gently raised her head and stared at Yang Ji, and hesitated. After a long while, he finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Sir, the aristocratic family has rich wealth, and the children in the family have no worries about food and clothing, so they can devote themselves to learning and have famous teachers to answer their questions; while the poor scholars and ordinary people have to work hard for their livelihood, and they have no money. Under the guidance of famous teachers, even if there are books all over the world, they still can't compete with the children of aristocratic families. Why are the noble families still hostile to the Hanshi and the young master who insists on behalf of the Hanshi?"
The scholar in Guoshilou talked about many things that she had never heard of before, and also talked about Yang Ji's situation. She didn't know the use of "representative of poor scholars", but she knew that every deep-rooted family clan was very powerful, and the whole world became more and more powerful. It was enough to change the world. Yang Ji was an enemy of this kind of power, which really frightened Liu Rumei.
Yang Ji met Liu Rumei's big, pleading eyes and said with a smile: "Right now, we can't compete with the sons of aristocratic families, but in ten or twenty years, a huge number of poor scholars and peasants will stand out from tens of millions of people. In terms of talent and learning, he may not be inferior to the sons of the aristocratic family; one to one, he may not be as good as the sons of the aristocratic family, but if ten thousand people compare with one, there will always be a few who are worse than him, right? And with the influx of a large number of humble scholars and peasants into the officialdom, they will break through The existing system of appointment and removal of officials has created a system that is conducive to poor people and more people to enter the official career. Therefore, if the aristocratic families are not curbed in time now, the further they go, the worse their situation will be. "
"But, they all said that the young master is Shang Shan." Liu Rumei bit her lip and said worriedly, "I know how Shang Shan died."
Yang Ji heard the worry in Liu Rumei's evidence and asked with a smile, "Are you scared?"
Liu Rumei shook her head: "I was born as the young master, and died as the young master's soul. What do I have to be afraid of? And as long as the young master is safe and sound, I will naturally be safe and sound too. I'm just worried about the young master."
"You are quite good at calculating things!" Yang Ji laughed when he heard this and explained to her: "I did not invent movable type printing and ink. I am just discussing things. The disputes between me and officials from aristocratic families are just political opinions. The final outcome of the dispute is still decided by the saints and has nothing to do with me. If the book is banned in the future, I will at most be squeezed out of the court and out of office. So it is normal for the family members to hate me. , but not as exaggerated as the scholars said."
"Speaking of it, I, a Hanshi representative and Hanshi leader, am just taking advantage of the general trend. In fact, as long as the saints do not agree to ban books, the world's aristocratic families will have nothing to do. If the world's aristocratic families take action to oppose it, there is no need for the government and the army to come forward. Those who want to change The poor scholars and the knowledgeable peasants who worked hard to learn due to fate tore them into pieces."
"Yes, I forgot about movable type printing. This thing was not created by the young master. It is indeed not a commercial disaster." Liu Rumei's eyes revealed a smile.
"Forget it! Forget it!" Yang Ji chuckled.
Liu Rumei's hanging heart relaxed, she thought seriously for a while, and said with disdain: "Master, that Fang Xuanling and Du Zhenglun can't even see through this, but they are praised so highly by those scholars, I think they can be The county magistrate is in awe."
"..." After hearing Liu Rumei's shameless words, Yang Ji felt as if he was laughing or laughing. Top wise men like Fang Xuanling and Du Zhenglun are very thoughtful. No matter how young they are, they cannot talk about certain sensitive topics in public, lest they cause unnecessary trouble for themselves. So although they talked a lot, the content was all about the same topics as others.
For this kind of people, Yang Ji has no intention of actively wooing them, just because they all have strong subjective judgments and will never be loyal to a certain person or force just because of a few words. Besides, they are now in a "10,000-year sinkhole". They are afraid that it will be too late to avoid it. How can they take the initiative to approach?
As for severing the enemy's arms and eliminating future troubles, he has not considered it for the time being; after all, the world is already full of changes that even he is not aware of, and there is no guarantee that there will be no great chaos in the future; if he kills rashly, wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources?
Just wait and see and do it, go and see.
When he arrived at the door of his home, he saw a busy scene. The square in front of the door was crowded with people. Carriages loaded with household items drove towards the palace from the West Street entrance. Hundreds of people moved all their belongings into the palace in the rain. The empty carriage left from Dongjiekou again.
The ladders erected on the gatehouse and on the surrounding walls were filled with people. These people seemed to be attacking the city, but the object of their "attack" was the mottled plaster on the wall. They used shovels to shovel off the plaster. Expose the bluestone inside, and then rinse it with rainwater using a bamboo broom.
This heated scene stunned both Yang Ji and Liu Rumei. What on earth was going on?
For those who didn’t know, I thought it was a zombie siege.
"Master!" Xue Ju at the door stepped forward to salute and said with a smile: "These are the items sent by the saint from the palace. Everything is of the highest quality, and there are many unique treasures among them."
"What are you doing?" Yang Ji still couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Isn't the young master about to get married? The saint told me that it must be done in a graceful manner, without any shabby appearance, which will disgrace the royal family." Xue Ju pointed to the craftsmen with a smile and said: "These craftsmen are all The craftsmen from the master craftsman and the master's master have been sent here, and they are going to repaint the palace with a layer of red powder."
There was a loud bang in Yang Ji's heart, and then he was speechless for a while. Yang Jian just said in the morning that he would advance his wedding date, so he "attacked" the palace so quickly?
"I've met Uncle Wang! Congratulations to Uncle Wang!" At this time, an official smiled and came forward to salute. This person was Yang Wen, the eldest son of Ande Wang Yang Xiong, named Gongren. Now he is the Shaoqing of Zongzheng Temple, specializing in In charge of the internal affairs of the royal family.
Yang Wen is in his early thirties, with a face like a jade, eyes like bright stars, and an elegant temperament. He is truly a talented person. But every move he made had the demeanor of a warrior, full of an indescribable heroic spirit.
"Gongren, no gift!" Yang Ji greeted and asked an extremely ridiculous question: "When will I get married?"
Yang Wen cupped his hands and said, "Back to Uncle Wang, your wedding date is the sixth day of the sixth lunar month."
"Sixty-six great success?" Yang Ji said dumbfounded.
"Not only that, it's also a good day to get married." Yang Wen said with a smile: "Actually, today is not bad, everything is suitable."
"So you came to decorate?" Yang Ji was speechless. Isn't today "Children's Day"? Why do you feel that your marriage was a little unexpected and a little bit of a joke?
"Exactly."
"I understand!" Yang Ji shook his head, walked around the screen wall, and walked into the mansion. Inside, there was even more excitement and excitement.
Yang Jizheng walked into the Xuanwu Hall with a blank look on his face. My mother happily led a group of women to surround him. When she saw Yang Ji's dizzy look, she smiled and said: "You idiot, you are still standing here stupidly." What to do?"
Yang Ji asked in a daze: "Then what should I do now?"
"Your Majesty, I want to make you some dresses. Just stand still and stretch your hands flat." Two female officials from the palace came forward and bowed before making the request.
Yang Ji followed the instructions and made a "ten" figure and let them measure it with their rulers. After they finished arranging it, the mother and son sat down.
Dugumin took out a jade box, which contained Yang Ji's engagement gifts. She said: "The six rites of Nacai, asking for names, Naji and Nazheng have been completed at the time of engagement. Now only the invitation period, It’s a wedding gift. So although it’s a bit rushed, there’s still enough time..."
After listening to what my mother said skillfully, Yang Ji couldn't help but ask: "Then what should I do?"
"Just welcome the bride on the sixth day of the lunar month!"
"That's it? Don't you need me for anything else?"
"yes!"
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