Xiao Jing and just now were completely different.
During the verbal confrontation with the three scholars, although he was often sarcastic, he was generally peaceful and calm, and there was no sign of overwhelming others with power.
At this moment, Xiao Jing's body exuded a terrifying aura. Hearing his anger, Yuan Shusheng couldn't help but take a step back, as if standing in front of him was not a handsome and elegant young man, but a tiger ready to go.
"The words of ordinary men in the mountains are not worthy of trust!" Hao Shusheng, who was a little nervous, swallowed his saliva and said, "What do these people know? They are just people who follow others' words! If others applaud, they will applaud. What's so strange? These things are nothing more than deliberately fabricated, and you actually believe them!"
After saying that, he pretended to be indignant and extremely disgusted, and smashed the letter in his hand into a ball and threw it to the side casually. The other two also followed suit and threw away the letter paper in their hands with disdain.
Xiao Jing's heart was cold.
Some people can never admit their mistakes even if they understand in their hearts. In their opinion, they are always right... and even these people may think that they are the embodiment of justice. If someone is wrong, then there is no doubt that the other party must be wrong.
If he had just held the last string and left the last step for the scholars while maintaining a trace of rationality, then now his anger soared to the sky can no longer be suppressed.
His red eyes stared at Hao Shusheng and said sternly: "Xiao naturally believes. What is there to be unreliable? Only those who like to follow others will pretend to be omniscient! If not, how can he show that he is better than others, and how can he stand out from a group of foolish and contradictory people? "
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The scholars looked at each other, as if they wanted to find some courage in each other's eyes. However, in front of the angry Xiao Jing, they actually lost their temper and didn't know what to say if they wanted to fight verbally. Even if someone moved his lips, after careful consideration, he still swallowed the words he gave to his mouth.
Xiao Jing spoke again. Everyone in the newspaper has known him for a long time, but no one has heard him speak in such a loud and loud voice: "What's wrong with the Shanye Village man? Isn't the target of education the whole world? Xiao wants to ask, if these ordinary people do not need education, then who needs it? Are you literati who keeps talking? You said that these letters are fabricated, but Xiao thinks that making up stories is exactly what you are like who are lies and ugliness but don't know how to know!
The mirror allows education to spread throughout the mountains and fields, even if it is not a great achievement, at least it has done its best. Is it a good thing for the people who don’t know the big words to read and understand the truth? Is it a good thing for those who have already made mistakes to repent, and those who have evil thoughts turn back in time. Is it a teaching? Helping the confused son to fulfill his filial piety is to promote filial piety? You have chosen to turn a blind eye to these iron facts. "
As he spoke, his tone increased a little, and his words also showed unpretentious contempt: "What have you so-called literati and poets done? Attending a poetry meeting and singing the wind and moon with three or five friends, you can be arrogant and pretentious; you go to the Fengyue field to "show off your talents", and be jealous and show off your charm for brothel women, and you are complacent and think you are being art. On weekdays, you rely on your status as a scholar, and you will be randomly criticized when you see other parents and other families, and you will be humiliated when you see things that are not your wishes... I would like to ask, apart from one speaking and the other, what is the difference between you and those rural rascals?
Haha, I'm saying a word. Of course, there are still differences. What the ruffians do is nothing more than to make people hurt their muscles or dare not speak out. And what about you? A casual sentence can hurt people in conversation and laughter! I wonder how many people have learned your tricks, and how many people have been defamed by you and are so embarrassed and angry.
The three asked Xiao what he said, and now he is returned as it is: Have you made contributions to the country or educated the people?"
He bowed to the direction of Ruidu and continued, "The officials in the court are all role models of scholars. They are worried about national affairs and work hard day and night, and what they do is just peace in the world and peace for the people. Some scholars, although they are in the world, know how to promote learning and preach and educate the local area, which is admirable. And what about you?"
Xiao Jing took a deep breath and said sternly: "Doing things that are all over the world, and you still feel good about yourself! You have never made any contribution to your hometown, and you have never made any contribution to your country and the people. Relying on your slightest talent, you use words as a sword, and use so-called righteousness as a barrier to do evil everywhere. You seem to be a good person, but in fact you are a dead tree and a rotten plant, and you have no cure to save yourself.
The newspaper is not the useless, but you scholars who are invincible in the world and have nothing to do when talking about practice! Yes, you are just a group of big rats, a few piles of shit, and a few stupid pigs!
I never talk to things that don’t understand human words. Today, even if I make an exception to play the piano with a cow, I hope some beasts can understand even a half of them. Now, the words are finished, please hurry up and get out of here...get out!"
He almost yelled out the word "get out" with all his strength. Even Shao Ning, who was watching the show behind him, was startled and his ears were buzzing, not to mention the three people standing in front of him.
There was no quibulation, no anger, and even no scenes. The scholars ran away like frightened birds, and then ran back to their cart with panic on their faces, urging the driver to leave quickly.
Perhaps, this reaction is not an exaggeration. Xiao Jing is already in a state of rampage, and the anger in his eyes can burn anyone who dares to stand in front of him. The three of them have no doubts. If they say a few more nonsense, they are afraid that he will kill someone.
The cart ran away. Xiao Jing stood there dumbly, staring at the direction where the carriage disappeared.
With an ideal of news, he always believed that no matter what era, as long as you do a good job of news with rigorous thought, most people can accept it and then recognize its value.
Even now, this idea is not wrong. The letters in these two wooden boxes not only prove the vitality of the news media, but also prove what it can do for people and what it can bring to this era.
However, Xiao Jing was tired of the endless debate.
In terms of absolute number, Mirror newspapers have many fans. In terms of society, he also believes that most people can accept the existence of newspapers.
However, some groups have the vast majority of the right to speak and even social resources, while some of them show suspicion and even hostility towards the Mirror.
Since he came to a feudal society, Xiao Jing did not expect the newspaper to go smoothly. After all, the emergence of the mirror had an impact on the current order and rules.
The newspaper wrote something that was "shallow and difficult to enter the elegant hall" and spread some "non-mainstream concepts" that had never been seen before. Naturally, scholars would come out to jump out, which is normal. Your poison, my honey is indispensable in any era. If you can't even bear this, then don't do anything.
That's why he patiently dealt with Mr. Ling who came to smash the scene on the day of the interview. That's why he would fight back with laughter when someone questioned the mirror until the other party had nothing to say.
But, when will this situation last?
After all, it takes time to change people's concepts through subtle education. If one day there are a thousand people who question it, then do they have to say it a thousand times? What if there are ten thousand people?
If he accepted the convenience after saying that, he would also accept it. However, there are no few who are as stubborn as today's three scholars who are stubborn and who are still unwilling to touch new things even though the facts are in front of him. Should we talk about the day when they were eliminated by the wheel of history rolling forward with a dry mouth?
Not only do we have to deal with these people, but we also have to coax others who have not yet expressed their opinions. What do we say, "The court is a role model" and "scholars educate the place that is admirable", and we should divide the scholar-official class so as not to fire a "map cannon" and knock down a boat of people and offend everyone in one go?
Are those officials of the court and those scholars who are well-read in poetry and books really as good as he said?
Xiao Jing is tired.
Some people like to say "Where is the Tao, even if thousands of people are gone", but unfortunately, most of these people will only think of this sentence when the secondary school disease occurs. They will not know what kind of burden the brave people who really need to go against the current have to bear.
At one moment, a strange idea even emerged in his mind: Should we save advertising fees, and collect newspapers when the money has been saved almost, and be a carefree and rich man?
After a long silence, Xiao Jing finally took a step. He walked to a ball of paper, bowed down and picked it up.
Unfolding the letter paper, he gently stroked the paper with his hands, as if he wanted to smooth out the wrinkles on it. However, no matter how hard he tried, the marks that proved that this paper had been ravaged could not be erased.
After picking up the first piece of paper, Xiao Jing walked towards the second one. His hand mechanically repeated the same movement, which made people sad to see.
Logically speaking, there was a ball of paper on the ground. He was about to pick it up when his slender hands suddenly held the last piece of letter paper in front of him.
Xiao Jing raised his head.
Although the sun has not yet set, it has gradually set.
A touch of tender redness of the sunset sprinkled on Xia Hanxue's face, adding a bit of tenderness to the concerned and warm smile. No more and less sunshine could not cover up the bright eyes like stars. Even if the light was stronger, they must be the two brightest stars in the sky.
Chapter completed!