Chapter 197: The Festival of One Grain
"Sometimes, the general trend can be unstoppable..."
Feng Yun said suddenly.
Zhaoyang was puzzled.
Feng Yun explained: "If all Chu people agree with respecting their ancestors and spontaneously support the words of respecting their ancestors, then the powerful people will choose to go against public opinion and spend a lot of effort to reverse the situation, or find suitable candidates in this situation."
Where is your position?"
"The general trend is like a flood."
Zhaoyang suddenly realized.
but……
Zhaoyang wants to say.
Feng Yunque first said: "Sima Zhaoyang, remember when Chu Yuchu entered the capital of Ying of Chu, you asked: How many people are there in Chu?"
Zhaoyang recalled, he still remembered.
Feng Yun stood in front of the capital city of Ying, looking at the prosperity of Chu, and replied - Chu people are thriving in Chu land, and their number is endless.
In response to this, Zhaoyang Fang Xiaofengyun has a broad mind and a far-sighted vision.
"Zhaoyang remembers."
Feng Yun nodded.
"The sacrifices of Chu were made with three animals and six animals, six grains of wine, and a tripod and a gui."
"Its offering sacrifices to heaven and earth is the highest. It offers sacrifices to ancestors and the country is upright. It offers sacrifices to war and makes offerings to the great ones."
"If the King of Chu wants to let the common people worship their ancestors, thinking that it is a small and normal thing, the sacrifices can be limited to one grain, and they do not overstep their bounds. Is this the beginning of the trend of respecting the ancestors?"
"Food is the most important thing for the people, and offering sacrifices to one grain of food is enough to show the best sincerity to the ancestors."
Zhaoyang's eyes flashed...
One grain sacrifice?
Listen again.
"I know Lord Chu's thoughts and how much I want to control the people's hearts..."
"In that case, let Chu Jun get out of this one-grain meal."
"One liter of rice for one person is only ten thousand dan for millions of people. The Lord of Chu should not be stingy and consider this as a gift at the beginning of spring."
One liter of rice is about one and a half catties, and for one million people, it is one and a half million catties.
One stone weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms, one and a half million kilograms equals ten thousand stones.
At the beginning, the king of Yangyue was able to give 10,000 stones as a gift to Baiyue. The state of Chu was much richer than Yangyue, so how could it be without food?
Zhaoyang's heart moved. If Chu Jun really did this, then...
"Fengzi..."
"Go back, it's the beginning of spring. I also miss my dear. In the evening, I should also hold a small sacrifice to remember my late king."
"promise!"
Zhaoyang is happy that such a method will make the Chu State a lot more angry, and it will benefit Chu greatly. Even the powerful people will not stop it.
"Thank you Fengzi for your advice."
Feng Yun shook his head, his eyes flickering past the dusty memory.
Year... How can you be sad on a special day?
…
Not long after, an urgent order came from the palace of the State of Chu, and their strong horses galloped, carrying the order of the Lord of Chu, out of the city quickly and dispersed in all directions.
Such a battle made the Chu people panic, thinking that barbarians were attacking and wanted to fight!
But soon——
"The order of the king of Chu, feeling the kindness of the king of heaven and earth, and the people of Chu's memory of their ancestors, decrees that at the beginning of spring, the common people can practice small righteousness and sacrifice one grain..."
"You can worship your ancestors!"
Chu Ren was shocked, and he couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart.
And smell it.
"Your Majesty feels that it is the etiquette to start spring, so he ordered that from the monarch's treasury, as long as there are people in the household, regardless of age, each person can receive one liter of rice to assist in the sacrifice!"
"ah!"
"Chu Jun's grace!"
The Chu people cried and worshiped with their weeping voices.
As this order was conveyed, the people of Chu in the capital city of Ying were all moved by Lord Chu, and could not express their joy in words.
The wind and cold had not yet ended, but the deserted streets were filled with a lively atmosphere.
The queue of one liter of rice is long and not chaotic.
Just because.
This is the valley where ancestors are worshipped. Whoever dares to cause trouble will be unforgivable by the people of Chu!
"call!"
The cold wind is blowing and the sunset is about to set...
Among the palace walls of Chu Jun, there are tall towers. Chu Jun looks at the capital city of Ying in the distance.
Under the setting sun, the red Chubu swayed in the wind, glowing with a yellow halo.
The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, and the aroma of the grain is overflowing.
The people of Chu shouted for their ancestors, and their cries were sad but not sad, full of emotion.
This is what Chu Jun has never seen before.
He was speechless and in a daze, reflecting everything in his eyes, as if he was remembering this moment.
Zhaoyang and Sun Shuao were beside him, not daring to disturb him, and they looked at this unprecedented atmosphere together.
"Maybe this is the meaning of country."
Chu Jun closed his eyes, smiled and sighed.
"Fengzi..."
"Huh..." A warm wind blew by.
"How can I be disrespectful?"
“Spring brings growth and summer grows; autumn harvests and winter stores; the beginning of spring brings new life.”
Bow your head and sigh again.
"There are tens of thousands of Chu people, and they are endless."
"Haha, hahaha."
"I understand, there are tens of thousands of Chu people, and there is no end to them!"
"This is the country!"
Lord Chu looked at the sky from a distance. This was the sky for the people of Chu. At this time, the fortune was churning, demonstrating the authority of Lord Chu.
The hearts of the people are there!
"The Prime Minister of the country has given an order that at the beginning of spring, everyone should prepare a grain as a gift to the people of Chu!"
"promise!"
Sun Shuao responded with a salute, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Fengzi's move has strengthened the Chu king's intention to respect his ancestors and leave the "Zhou Rites".
At the same time, it also points out the direction, the etiquette can be preserved, and the respect for the ancestors cannot be forgotten.
"Haha..." Mr. Chu was so happy that it was difficult to express in words, but he was happy.
His eyes are complicated, but as a monarch, he has to surrender to others.
"Zhaoyang, what kind of person do you think Fengzi is?"
When Zhaoyang heard about it, he didn't think twice.
"The wind is like the wind, caressing the human race."
Like the wind, like the momentum, follow the trend and grow to achieve great power.
"Such a person is the only one Zhaoyang sees today."
Chu Jun's eyes had calmed down and he nodded slowly after hearing this.
"Yes, Fengzi, the only one in this world."
"Zhaoyang, please speak for me... I hope Fengzi can help the Chu people respect their ancestors. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I will personally send Fengzi away from Chu."
Li Chu.
Knowing Baoxiang's death, Chu Jun still wanted Feng Yun to leave freely at this time.
"If we, Chu, restrain these virtuous people, even if we fight in the barbarians and contribute to the inheritance of Chu for generations, it will not be enough to offset the sins of the human race."
This is said.
Sun Shuao was shocked.
I was shocked that Chu Jun's ambition has reached another level because of this incident. His ambition is no longer something that a big country can accommodate. Chu has already had a great king!
Zhaoyang was overjoyed.
When the wind comes to Chu, there is nothing to fear.
…
That night--
"call…"
The cold wind in Yingdu brought warmth, which surprised Feng Yundu.
It stands to reason that it is the Great Cold at this time.
He sat by the window, originally looking at the sky and remembering his relatives, but he unconsciously looked at the sky and looked at the atmosphere.
"So it turns out that Chu's luck has greatly increased, its cold wind has also been blocked, and the original harm from the weather has also changed."
"Um?"
The damage caused by the weather slowly receded. Under the exposed corner, Feng Yun could faintly see a black and green light flashing through. It turned out that the illness had not gone away.
"This wind-cold disease has lasted for so long?"
Looking at this situation, I am afraid it will last for several months.
"How could that happen?"
Feng Yun's heart condensed slightly.
Feng Yun thought, after drinking this medicinal soup, he shouldn't get sick again.
"Da da da…"
"Fengzi, Zhaoyang would like to see you."
"Enter."
Zhaoyang explained Chu Jun's wishes and promises one by one.
Feng Yun drank tea, smiled and nodded.
"The Lord of Chu has this order, and I also have this intention."
Feng Yun got up and went to the book.
There is a name on it - "States of Chu".
"When I was in the court, I was a master and taught Chinese characters to children."
"At this time in Chu, if there is no official position, the only thing I can do is this position of master."
"I'll talk to the Chu people..."
"Zhu Rong - The legend of Wu Hui, his descendants are Chu."
"The ancestor of Chu, Xiong, used his hands to turn the country of Fifty Miles Viscount into the land of Jingchu with thousands of miles of blessings..."
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