Yue Xiao strode over, and dozens of his brothers slowly followed. Many victims also gathered around and glared at the complaining newcomers.
This group of people was not to be outdone. The leading young man was twenty-seven or eighty years old. He was tall and round. He looked like he was not a good person. He sneered: "Why, you are still trying to bully me? It's ridiculous!"
Yue Xiao sneered: "Brother, if you have something to say, it's better not to make trouble. It's not easy for the young prince and the temple to organize this disaster relief. Now a bushel of rice in the city can be sold for two thousand yuan, and thousands of our victims every day
How much food will be eaten? Think about it!"
"As for the grain being mixed with bran and being rationed, that's because we want to save grain as much as possible and let as many people survive as possible. Otherwise, we will eat up all the grain. Will you people who come after you still have food to eat?
?”
"In this disaster year, it's good to be alive, but you dare to push the envelope? You've only been working for half a day, and now you are complaining that the grain is mixed with bran. In two days, should you complain that there is no wine to drink and no meat to eat? Yes.
Aren’t we going to give each of you a pretty little lady to sleep with you?”
Someone in the group of victims jumped up and shouted in mockery, and everyone burst into laughter.
"We are not gangsters, and we have not committed any crimes. We just want to eat more food. Is that wrong?"
"We heard that the young prince of Prince Zhao's Mansion opened a porridge factory here at Anguo Temple for disaster relief, so we came here. We are here to eat, not to work as coolies! Since we are opening a porridge factory, we must take care of the food! Otherwise, we are here to eat.
,Why should we listen to you?"
"What does it mean to be fed? Are you shameless? Stay here if you want. If you don't want to take your wife and children with you, go somewhere else. Don't add to this trouble!"
"Why are you chasing us away?! I won't leave, what can you do?"
"I wonder how the noble Zhongdu could be so kind. It seems that the young prince has evil intentions and wants to deceive the victims into helping him plow the fields!"
I don’t know who was shouting and making such a noise in the dark. Anyway, the last words not only angered the soldiers and Chi Xi outside, but also caused dozens of soldiers nearby to draw their swords. It also angered those nearby.
Yue Xiao and more and more victims were watching nearby.
"You dare to criticize the young prince, you deserve to die!"
Yue Xiao roared angrily, and struck hard with his fist as big as a bowl. With one punch, the young man was knocked unconscious and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
The young man also became furious and fought back, and the two started fighting.
Some of the onlookers who were watching the disaster shouted, "Kill these ungrateful dogs if you dare to speak out against the young prince." Others simply rushed over and punched and kicked the guy.
The fight instantly turned into a group fight, and the scene became chaotic.
Chi Xi waved his hand coldly, and the soldiers immediately beat the military drums. More than a hundred soldiers unsheathed their steel swords, stepped on the drums and shouted bugles to surround them.
The rioting crowd was easily dispersed, but this time Chixi did not kill anyone. He did not even realize that he was too deeply influenced by Wan Yankang. At this moment, he really felt that killing was too low-level, and relying on killing to deter the victims, a certain
This aspect shows the incompetence of the officers and soldiers.
Out of practical considerations, Chi Xi dispersed these new victims into different teams, and now he is using Wan Yankang's technique of dispersing and defeating them very smoothly.
The local troubles did not affect the overall situation, and the order of the victims soon returned to normal. It just reminded Chi Xi that new victims who arrived in the future could not be allowed to join the ranks of the victims immediately, but had to wait for a period of time.
Centralized management.
He remembered that the young prince called this "entry education."
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Gewangzhuang.
"I didn't expect that Prince Zhao's Mansion would have such a village outside the city..." Wanyan Hulan said while looking out of the car.
Wanyan Hui hummed and replied: "After all, King Zhao is a prince, the emperor's brother, and he must be valued by the late emperor. After decades of operation, there are still quite a lot of industries in the mansion, at least..."
Wanyanhui felt a little lonely, thinking that at least it was not comparable to that of a side clan like our Nanyang County Prince's Mansion.
The life of the Prince of Nanyang County has become increasingly difficult. If it were not for the princess's support in the past two years, it would be difficult for her as a princess to maintain her dignity.
Not long after, the carriages of Wanyan Hulan and Wanyan Hui quietly entered the castle and went straight to the orphanage Wanyan Kang had just built without going anywhere.
In the spacious courtyard, there is a shed to protect from the sun or rain, and a thick straw mat is spread under the shed.
Fifty or sixty children ranging from eight or nine to twelve or thirteen years old, all wearing clean green clothes, sat neatly on the table, and read seriously with a young monk with a delicate face.
The young monk wrote a few neat and elegant words on the paper attached to the wooden board, such as "sky", "earth", "rain", "wind", etc., and then pointed at the teachings one by one.
Then the little monk said loudly: "Everyone, listen carefully. I will recite one sentence and you will recite one sentence and recite it together with me."
"The sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind, and the continent is against the sky."
"Mountain flowers are facing the sea trees, the red sun is facing the sky. Thunder is faint, fog is mist, the sun is facing the sky..."
A group of half-grown children recited in a similar southern and northern accent, and Wanyan Hulan smiled beside her. Wanyan Kang's approach was very suitable for her in terms of teaching orphans to read.
Of course, Wan Yankang's far-reaching considerations in setting up an orphanage were beyond her ability to guess at the moment.
However, what aroused her strong interest at the moment were the "texts" taught by the little monk. At first glance, they were neatly contrasted and catchy, and when she carefully examined the contrast between reality and reality, the rhythm was coordinated. She had never seen such a beautiful style of writing. Could it be a Buddhist scripture?
It's not like that either.
Naturally, the young monk was ordered to come here every day. He was quite receptive to new ideas and was praised by Wan Yankang as a future Buddhist master. The young master of Anguo Temple, Juekong, was here.
The children in the orphanage practiced martial arts with Shen Qing and Ma Xiong in the morning, and read and read with Juekong in the afternoon.
"Juekong pays homage to the two...female benefactors!"
When Juekong saw that Wanyan and Hulan were dressed in extraordinary manners and appeared in Gewangzhuang again, he guessed that they were not ordinary people, but nobles from Zhongdu.
But after much deliberation, it is safer to call her a female donor. From this point of view, the young monk is really smart.
"What kind of classics did the little master just taught... come from? Can you tell me?" Wanyan Hulan smiled gently.
She has no airs to begin with, she is the most people-friendly among the Jurchen royal family, and she doesn't need to do anything deliberately.
Juekong took out a thin booklet from his arms, handed it over and said with a smile: "These are from the "Enlightenment Dual Rhymes Volume 1: Dongzi Pian" written by the young prince. He specially wrote it to enlighten these children...
According to the young prince, he will write two volumes of Duiyun one after another. It is said that there are dozens of chapters in total? The young monk doesn’t know."
Wanyan Hulan took it and stood there looking through it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more leisurely and fascinated her face became.
"The wind is high and the moon is white in autumn, and the sunset is red when it rains. The two stars of the Ox and the Girl are around the river, and the merchants are fighting against each other to the west and east. In October, the fortress is surrounded by howling frost and frost, and the garrison is frightened. On the river in the middle of winter, there is endless snow and cold fishermen."
"The river is facing Han, green is facing red. Yu Bo is facing Thunder God. Smoke Tower is facing Snow Cave, and the Moon Palace is facing Heavenly Palace. The clouds are shrill and the sun is dim. The wax clogs are facing fishing awnings. Stars are crossing the sky like arrows, and the moon is spitting out like a bow. Post. Travelers encounter plum rain, and people in Chiting enjoy the wind of lotus flowers. In front of Maodian Village, the bright moon falls in the forest and the roosters sing rhymes; on Banqiao Road, the green frost locks the whereabouts of the horses..."
a long time.
Wanyan Hulan just raised her head and said to Wanyan Hui: "Wanyan Kang is really a genius in this world. This book of enlightenment rhymes is all-encompassing, with neat contrasts and catchy rhymes. If it can be popularized, it will benefit students all over the world. This kind of enlightenment and enlightenment will probably last for generations to come, comparable to that of a saint!"
Wanyanhui didn't expect Miss Wanyan to speak so highly of this.
She rubbed her hands, her pretty face was complicated, and she didn't know what to say at this moment.
She could only have a partial understanding of this kind of literary thing, and it sounded pretty good. But with Wanyan Hulan's talent and learning, she said it would be fine, and there was nothing to doubt about it.
"Little Master, I really like this book on Enlightenment Dual Rhymes. Can you lend me a copy?"
Juekong clasped his hands together: "Originally, it's okay. The young monk has already copied several volumes for later use. However, the young prince has repeatedly ordered the young monk not to pass this book on or out, so... I ask the female donor to forgive me!"
"He said... intellectual property rights and personal patents must be protected."
Intellectual property rights? Personal patents?
Wanyan Hulan had a strange look on her face. She suddenly remembered that the snowflakes and salt mix made by Wanyan Kang were extremely delicious. She shook her head, said "Oh", waved her long sleeves, nodded slightly to Suekong, and turned around to leave.
"Miss, where are you going? Don't you want to look around?" Wan Yanhui chased after her.
"No more watching, let's go back to the city immediately!"
Wanyan Hulan didn't want to stop for a moment. She wanted to quickly go back to the city to find Wanyan Kang, get this book of enlightenment rhymes, and then take it back and study it slowly.
As for the previous two poems, she was still somewhat uncertain and even had some doubts, but after seeing this volume of "Enlightenment Dual Rhymes" today, there was no need to say anything else.
Wan Yankang is definitely a great talent, at least not much worse than her.
As for why he hid his clumsiness in the past, and why he emerged so prominent now... Wanyan Hulan now felt that Dahao's suspicion was right, and this might have something to do with King Zhao.
In the past two years, King Zhao Wanyanhong had made almost no secret of his coveting of the throne.
With his decades of management and current power base, I am afraid that the future will really lead to bloodshed and turmoil in the government.
But the biggest problem for King Zhao to inherit the throne is that he has no heirs.
Many people suspect that King Zhao is sterile and even dislikes women. Otherwise, given his prominent status, why would he have only one woman like Bao for so many years, not even a concubine?
There is only one adopted son, Wanyan Kang, who is of Han descent.
This is unacceptable to the Jurchen royal family as a whole.
But no one can figure out what King Zhao is thinking, and Wanyan Hulan is too lazy to think about it. Anyway, the days are long, so let's take our time and see.
Thinking of these, Wanyan Hulan couldn't help but sigh softly in the car.
Wanyan Hui silently leaned against the car wall, not knowing what else was on her mind. Wanyan Hulan glanced at her and did not bother her, quietly closing her eyes.