noveltune Chapter 56 The Poor Man's Words Will Cause Chaos
Chapter 56 The Poor Man's Words Will Cause Chaos
Meanwhile, on Song Yingxing's side...
Having just received the assignment, they immediately began to take action in a grand and ambitious manner.
There were many torchbearers who came to the Taiping Jingguo Hall, but not a single ashes. There were nearly a hundred people in total, most of whom were elders from various places, or even people who were almost half-buried.
That's fine.
But they want to categorize them into different classes.
Upon meeting you, they would ask which academy you belonged to, which great Confucian scholar you were mentored by, and what level of learning you received.
Judging by seniority and putting on airs.
Before entering the Stele Forest, there is a proper order of arrival.
What was once a perfect place for learning, crowded with the city's residents and military families' children, has now been ostracized by them.
Jiazi looked at these people with disdain.
He wanted to test the master craftsman's character, to see if they truly shared the same ideals or harbored different ambitions.
"Song Tiangong, these people are probably not up to the task. What do you think?"
Song Yingxing nodded readily. "Break their legs and throw them out the door. Every blade of grass and every tree here is a gift from the Great Teacher. How can we allow them to abuse public resources for private gain?"
Jia Chen's eyes lit up.
Wow, this master craftsman is truly exceptional.
In the hands of nature, one is one, and two is two. Should these wooden blocks and stone pillars also be divided into those that came first and those that came last?
Achieving a balance between reason and imagination is an essential lesson for the craftsmen.
With a wave of his right hand, Jiazi's henchmen, grinning maliciously, rushed forward, stripped the Taoist robes off these torchbearers, and threw them outside the Taiping Jingguo Hall.
"You pedantic scholars, you're expelled from the list. Get out!"
"This is an insult to scholarship, an insult to scholarship!"
"You are betraying your teacher and ancestors! You will not have a good end. I want to see the Great and Virtuous Teacher!"
"Hurry up and beat them out with sticks! How dare they spout nonsense here!" Warriors wielding fire and water sticks chased after them from behind.
Jiazi then summoned his henchmen and gathered all the dissolute youths in the city.
Since ancient times.
Han Chinese families typically have more than one child; the belief that many children bring many blessings is the greatest fortune for the Han people.
One person steps out to establish a sect, shouldering the honor of following the righteous path, and serving the great and virtuous teacher to the death.
They would accept dying on the battlefield.
The rest focused on expanding the family and finding a way out.
Jiazi took on the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by Sichen and shouldered it.
The people of Youwei in Tianjin were mostly salt producers, and the salt workers were miserable. They couldn't compare to the high status of the salt workers, so they took their places early on and stood in a circle around Song Yingxing.
The brocade-clad warrior, who was skilled in writing, occupied the front row in the crowd.
Song Yingxing changed into a black and yellow Taoist robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a purple sash, which was also the standard attire in the Taiping Jingguo Hall.
Ding~
Yi Cong struck the jade chime, and everyone stood solemnly and bowed in salute.
"Greetings, Master Song."
Song Yingxing declined the offer, instead bowing respectfully to the direction of Si Chen, saying, "This is the great and virtuous teacher's creation; how can I greedily claim Heaven's bounty for my own use? We are fellow believers, comrades, and compatriots. There is no teacher here; even I am merely a seeker of the Way!"
Everyone was stunned and confused. How could this be done without a teacher?
During this period, because of the Great Teacher's order, those torchbearers preferred to stick together and form small cliques rather than be taught how to interpret these inscriptions.
They said...
When the poor speak, chaos ensues.
When poor people enter school, they are immediately disgraced.
The old man is a refined gentleman, while the poor are common folk.
Song Yingxing ignored all of that and began explaining directly.
Even though it was freezing cold outside the palace, it was still surrounded by people, and fresh articles with the scent of ink were passed around among them.
In the clear, open sky, only Song Yingxing's voice could be heard clearly.
Even the White Horse Cavalry couldn't help but slow their pace.
Their brothers and sisters are also studying here.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
Seeing Si Chen lost in thought, Xu Wenjue couldn't help but ask a question.
Si Chen's face was full of a warm smile. "I think this world might just belong to the Si family."
Xu Wenjue stepped forward with his hands clasped, his eyes shining. "Since ancient times, those who win the hearts of the people can become emperors, those who win the hearts of the emperors can become feudal lords, and those who win the hearts of the feudal lords can become high officials. Your move to ascend the throne can win the hearts of the people of the world."
"Hahaha~"
Song Yingxing spoke for two consecutive days.
Even the lower-level staff couldn't endure it and had to be replaced several times.
Only then could the explanation of the Wooden Ox technique be barely completed.
Within two days and nights, Song Yingxing had integrated himself into the community with his own attitude.
What's truly remarkable is that Song Yingxing, a master with profound insights and a wide-ranging understanding, made those seemingly inaccessible and mysterious pieces of knowledge easy to understand.
On this day, he was leading a group of teenagers in studying the art of the wooden ox.
The hands-on practice session was held outside the Tenpyo-kyō-den Hall.
Initially, the most common mulberry wood was used to piece together the shape of the wooden ox little by little. Exquisite and fine patterns were engraved inside, just like a butcher dissecting an ox, breaking down the ingenious structure into understandable parts.
You don't need to be an expert in everything, and there are no incomprehensible technical terms.
Inside the palace in Florence, Si Chen witnessed firsthand how the wooden ox, which was as tall as two people, was pieced together bit by bit.
Si Chen turned his head. "I remember there doesn't seem to be a statue of Lord Ge in this hall yet?"
Xu Wenjue put down his pen and ink, picked up a page of the document, and said, "There really isn't one."
"Yes, in the Taiping Jingguo Hall, place two statues. One is Zhang Jiao, the founder of the Taiping Sect during the Immortal Han Dynasty. The other is Zhuge Liang." In front of the Sichen table, there is a purple-gold incense burner and a thick stack of lists. These are the lists of the White Horse Righteous Cavalry, Feather Scale Guards, and Tiger Warriors, including their clans and blood relatives.
These were the most tedious tasks, but Si Chen was completely absorbed in them and found joy in them.
It's like piecing together the prototype of a new world little by little.
Xu Wenjue wrote this down, stamped it with his seal, and then passed it to Si Chen, who affixed the Yellow God's Seal. This seal was forged by Si Chen using his great magical power to extract star steel from the Nine Heavens. It has now gradually become the official seal of the Water Palace. After the seal was affixed, it was placed separately.
The Six Ding Guardian Deities will move in and out of the hall, immediately implementing the approval document stamped with two seals.
Some official documents were forwarded to the neighboring government office for processing by Cao Youyi.
Outside the main hall of Florence, three rows of bookshelves are set up.
The scrolls were covered with unfinished task files, with wooden plaques hanging from them by silk threads. They were divided into four colors according to their importance and urgency. Once the task was completed, the plaques would disappear and be archived.
As Si Chen flipped through the warriors' files, he said, "This makeshift group is just getting started, but ultimately they are nameless and without status. The Big Dipper governs life, and the Southern Dipper governs death. I intend to appoint thirty-six regional commanders to control the troops, and bestow upon them the Fangtian Halberd and the Star Banner. The Taiping Jingguo Hall will serve as their administrative center, and a grand sacrificial ceremony will be held, with the Southern Dipper Banner bestowed upon them. What do you think?"
Xu Wenjue shuddered violently. "If the person in charge feels comfortable with it, then that's excellent."
"I understand now."
Si Chen bent down to continue processing the pile of files.
Inside the hall, only the nine-tiered Boshan incense burner moved automatically without any wind.
Shortly after, Jiazi entered from outside the hall, clad in armor, and gently knocked on the door. "Your Excellency, we have intercepted a ship in the Bohai Sea. You need to come and take a look."
The Dinghai Divine General, dressed in blue, rose and separately placed the file in Sichen's hand onto a sandalwood display case.
Si Chen put down his vermilion brush, put away the imperial seal, quickly stood up, put on his crane cloak, and said, "Lead the way."
We've finally caught those bastards red-handed.