There are seven markets in Chaoge City. The most prosperous ones were the East Market and the South City in the past. Merchants traveling around the world like to sell their goods in the seven markets, and then search the major markets according to the map to find what they need to bring back to their country. commodity.
This is the essence of Shang. They are like blood, carrying resources from all directions and circulating around the world.
With the rise of Meng Jiguo's reputation, the North Market, which had been dormant for a long time, became lively again. From trading exotic beasts and monster meat, it has now begun to slowly turn into an existence similar to a school.
Chaoge City gathers noble sons and strange people from all over the world. Some people are keen on farm affairs and highly admire the theory of farming and war put forward by Ji Bo. Others are keen on military thinking and admire the idea of victory without fighting. etc. wait……
Countless nobles gathered at the entrance of Beishi City before dawn, looking eagerly into the distance.
Boyikao sat quietly in the restaurant, holding a piece of batter and eating a simple breakfast seriously, while Wei Ben, who accompanied Boyikao to guard him, looked around worriedly.
"Sir, this is Chaoge, not Xiqi. Your identity is sensitive, so it's better not to show your face to avoid harm from bad people."
"It doesn't matter, isn't there General Wei to protect you? Besides, today is a rare legalist debate. All scholars admire benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and abandon the legalist way. I don't want to wait until such a time. The grand gathering to debate Meng Ji's Law is not easy, it can only come according to fate and cannot be forced."
"But, if you really want to know about Meng Jiguo, why don't you go find Gongzi Dan?"
"You can't go. This is Dandi's opportunity. It's a good thing for him to stay in Dashang. This is how the continuation of the clan should be, spreading its branches and spreading its branches to various places. At this time, rashly going to find him because of some doubts in my heart will only harm me. Don't worry! I will be fine until the king comes back. If I can take advantage of this opportunity to recruit a few talented people, that will be my great fortune, Xiqi."
There was a commotion outside. Boyikao and Wei Ben stretched their necks and looked out. They were groups of Mengji merchants with Qingxuan flags hanging on them. They were riding bullock carts and shouting unknown poems. , the leading young man was sitting on the bullock cart, staring arrogantly at the swarming nobles and students.
"Who are you? Do you have the latest scriptures sent today?"
The young man took out the two bamboo slips in his arms as if he were holding treasures, and said solemnly: "I am a scholar of Huangjintai, a compilation official of hundreds of schools in Meng Ji Kingdom. Wen Hao and Jiang Xiang learned that there are also people who advocate Meng Ji's method in Chaoge City. I have specially ordered I will come here holding the Dharma Sutra to argue with you."
Everyone looked overjoyed. They had always relied on the words of merchants. Occasionally, a complete volume of sutras would be circulated, and it would be quickly snapped up by the nobles. There were very few Meng Fa circulating in the market. This time The news came early from the merchants, saying that Meng Ji Congress sent students to argue the law, so people from the surrounding countries came in droves, almost overwhelming the North City.
A knowledgeable and famous person will be treated with great respect no matter where he goes. Wen Hao came on behalf of the Mengji Academy. Zichen, the great merchant's official in rites and music, respectfully asked the group to leave from the merchant's office. At a place near Beishi On the high platform set up in the open space, Wen Hao was invited to sit down and talk about Meng Ji's method.
Regardless of whether others accept it or not, at least the status of Meng Ji Academy deserves such courtesy. The academy was not established for a long time, but it was Meng Ji Bo who personally gave the order when he left to recruit talents from all over the world to enter the academy. Between the noble son and the student Very famous.
"What is Legalism..."
Boyikao looked at Wen Hao on the stage and became more and more satisfied. The methods of rule of law and innovation were so profound that it fascinated people. I heard that this person often followed Ji Zang and was personally involved in the implementation and implementation. Talents.
Boyikao pointed to Wen Hao on the stage, and then pointed to the four people in the audience who argued tit-for-tat with Wen Hao and argued with evidence, and said to Wei Ben.
"Let's take note of these people. I will personally visit them in the next few days to interview all the talented people."
"In the past few days, I have transcribed a lot of Meng Ji's political opinions, and also compiled some information on Sanhe soil, retting methods, and plowing. Find a few businessmen with whom you are familiar with in your country and send them back to Xiqi in advance. Bar."
"I think my father should have returned to Xiqi City at this time."
After giving instructions on many matters, Boyikao stood up and walked towards Wen Hao at the podium.
"May I ask, sir, can Meng Ji's method be applied to Xiqi?"
Wen Hao looked at the handsome young master in front of him with some vigilance. He stopped talking about Legalism, and instead asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"
"I met Mr. Boyikao in Zhou Dynasty."
The crowd was in an uproar. It was actually the eldest son of Xiqi who came to support him. Boyikao was synonymous with benevolence and righteousness, and the representative of Zhou Guo's modest gentleman. The whole venue became more and more lively. Countless people enthusiastically saluted Boyikao respectfully, and this eldest son also Reciprocate politely.
"Wherever there are people, there should be laws. Laws can be big or small. From the ethics of clans to the way of governing the country, laws can be used to standardize and measure them. There are laws in Xiqi itself, but the degree is different. That's all. We already have Xiqi's method, why should we imitate Meng Ji's method? What suits you is the best."
Boyikao touched his hands and patted them. He was in a good mood. He bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, you have a great mind and a great talent. Will you be willing to serve me in Xiqi? I would like to follow the example of Meng Jibo's three Yin and nine scholars and worship him as a court captain. I also ask for your guidance." I’m Xiqi.”
Wen Hao was confused. His original intention was to lecture on the law. Why did it suddenly turn into a solicitation? In the public hall, everyone was applauding and praising Boyikao's wisdom.
"I am very honored to be invited by the young master, but I have not yet accomplished anything in my studies. I am still learning from Master Ksitigarbha, and I dare not preside over the reform alone."
Perhaps because he had a good impression of Boyikao, and at the same time he was afraid that others would misunderstand him as someone who did not dare to preside over the reform, Wen Hao continued: "In time, if Wen Hao succeeds in his studies, he will definitely come to Xiqi in person. I hope that the young master will not dislike it by then." Wen Hao is despicable.”
Boyikao smiled, and the whole lecture platform presented a scene of a wise king and a famous minister getting to know each other, which made countless talented people applaud. After all, this was the scene they expected to encounter in the future.
But I heard a vague voice coming from behind: "Hey, a mud-legged man, the son of a rebellious official and a traitor, is here to perform a Nuo opera in a pretentious manner. It's ridiculous! It's simply ridiculous!"
Everyone was furious, and when they looked back, they saw a young man in smart clothes with a sword on his waist, with a flushed face and a strong smell of alcohol coming over.
The people around wanted to stop this man, but they heard the man announce his home: "What's the matter? You welcome the eldest son of Zhou State, but the eldest son of Chong State can't enter this venue?"
"Chong Yingbiao, what do you want to do?"
Zichen was furious. He pointed at Chong Yingbiao's nose and cursed angrily: "You smell like alcohol, how can you behave like this? You don't even look at where this is. This is an academic debate. How can you run wild?"
"How dare you. I am the eldest son of Chongguo. You are just a small official, but you dare to speak arrogant words to me? You...you...are all a group of hypocrites who follow the influence of others and only want to lick the Zhou Kingdom."
Wen Hao was a young man after all, and he seemed a little flustered at this time. Chongguo was the suzerain of Meng Ji, and he also wanted to leave a trace of face for the suzerain, so he immediately persuaded him: "My eldest son, you are drunk. The foreign minister asked someone to help you back." Mansion."
"Ah! Who do you think you are? Don't touch me. I feel disgusted when I see you. Every master has his own ministers. That son of the Meng family in your family is a disgusting person. He only knows how to gain fame all day long. Invitation to buy reputation, let me tell you, the person I admire Yingbiao and despise the most in my life is him."
As soon as these words came out, the venue fell silent for an instant. Countless people looked at Chong Yingbiao in disbelief, as if they didn't understand how the Chongguo eldest son could attack his most powerful prince Bangbo for no reason. It was not rumored that Chonghou had always Do you like Uncle Meng Ji? Moreover, almost the entire Northern Xinjiang relies on Meng Jiguo and Liaodong to support the situation. Is it really appropriate to slap one's own face like this?
After the silence, there was a torrent of endless abuses. What's more, after the Chaoge people passing by heard that someone was cursing Uncle Meng Ji, they all rushed towards the venue, wanting to seek justice for the person they recognized in their hearts.
Looking at the crowded venue, hearing all kinds of obscene accusations, Chong Ying Biao's teeth itch with hatred. Everyone in the world knows that the Earl of Meng Ji Kingdom, but no one knows that I, the Marquis of Beibo, Chong Ying Biao, is this what a minister should do to me. Is this the attitude that his sovereign country should have?
Boyikao hurriedly stopped many nobles and students who had rolled up their sleeves, and said earnestly: "Everyone, calm down, this is an academic debate, not a martial arts fight. Calm down, calm down. Why bother arguing with a drunkard?"
Chong Yingbiao was furious: "Shuzi, who are you calling a drunkard? Naiweng is not drunk!"
"..." Nai Weng? Now Boyikao was a little tired of this person. He felt that this person was already paranoid and couldn't hear good things.
"Why don't you answer me? You are the eldest son of Zhou State, and I am also the eldest son of Chong State. Why can you be so well-dressed and well-fed since you were young? Everyone regards you as your successor, and everyone revolves around you. And I What? I am also an eldest son, but that old man just prefers his second brother. After I endured it for a long time, he still didn’t ask me to return to my country even after I endured it for a long time. Why are we all eldest sons? Is the gap between you so big?"
Looking at the red-eyed eldest son of Chongguo, everyone was silent. There were rumors in the market that Chonghou intended to adopt Uncle Meng Ji as his adopted son and pass on the Chong family's ancestral temple to Meng Jiguo. However, Uncle Meng Ji lost his father not long ago, so Decline politely. When Uncle Meng Ji returns to Northern Xinjiang next time, the heir to the Lord of Northern Xinjiang will most likely be under Meng Jiguo.
Of course, this is a rumor that has suddenly arisen in recent days. Whether it is true or not is open to debate, but Chong Yingbiao seemed to have heard it and was very stimulated. He took advantage of this lecture in Mengji Academy to come and cause trouble.
Boyikao didn't know how to answer Chong Yingbiao. To be honest, it was too hurtful. Telling lies was just perfunctory. The relationship was not that close. It was impossible for him to support Chong Yingbiao and slander Uncle Meng Ji without any reason, so he could only remain silent. .
Seeing everyone's silence and pitiful looks, Chong Yingbiao gritted his teeth. In anger, he pulled out his sword and stabbed Boyikao straight.
"Why can you inherit but I can't? In what way is my respect for Yingbiao inferior to that of Mengchang Xiao'er?"
With a pop, the tip of the sword pierced Boyikao's chest. He was also stunned. He never thought about it. Along the way, he was worried about whether the king would kill him and whether he would become Zhou's weakness. Only Who would have thought that Chong Yingbiao, who couldn't hit him with eight poles, would actually give him a sword? What kind of lunatic is this? Is this something stupid that a son of a prince can do?
Blood flowed from the corner of Boyikao's mouth, and he asked doubtfully: "As the name suggests, you will not deceive me sincerely. Do you want to lead Zhou to destroy Chong?"
In an instant, Chong Yingbiao woke up and looked at the funny scene in front of him in panic. When he realized what a stupid thing he had done, he ran away immediately.
Wei Ben angrily wanted to chase the murderer, but was worried and rushed towards Boyikao, reaching out to check the injury.
Wei Bi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the leather armor lining of Boyikao was torn and blood seemed to be flowing freely, but his internal organs were not hurt.
"I'm not in serious trouble. Please reply to Xiqi quickly and explain today's events. Tell me that I am seriously injured and dying. Let your father, Chen Bingjiamengguan, ask for justice from Chonghou and an explanation from the king, but don't use weapons rashly. In this way, Zhou’s difficulties can be solved.”
Until now, Boyikao also felt that it was a bit strange. The people who should not hurt him the most were the people of Chongguo, but they personally placed the steps at his feet.
"Marquis Chong gave birth to a good son. Biao is a good man. Such a good man should be the leader of Chongguo. This may be God's will!"
After saying that, Boyikao rolled his eyes and lay quietly on the ground unconscious, while the people around him panicked and rushed to tell each other. The troubled Northern Xinjiang received a backstab from his young master.
(End of chapter)
