At noon that day, Chongzhen's "Edict against Captives" rushed 800 miles to the southern half of the Yangtze River and various remote provinces such as Huguang, Yunnan-Guizhou, and Guangdong and Guangxi.
In the afternoon of that day, the edict arrived at Jiangyin Mansion.
Chen Mingyu, the canonical historian of Jiangyin, had an old relationship with Feng Houdun, the tutor of Jiangyin. When the imperial edict came to Jiangyin Mansion for study, Chen Mingyu happened to see it. After returning to Jiangyin Mansion, he relayed it to his colleague Yan Yingyuan to listen to it.
After hearing this, Yan Yingyuan was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
"Brother, where are you going?" Chen Ming stood up in a hurry and asked, "Nanjing?"
Yan Yingyuan just walked forward and said without looking back: "Yes."
Chen Mingyu said: "The Holy One calls me a scholar who is not an official, but my brother is a classic."
Yan Yingyuan said: "If I abandon my official position now, I will become a scholar who is not an official. That's fine."
"Brother, wait a moment, I'll go with you!" Chen Mingyu immediately took off his official robe.
The two of them had just left the government office when they suddenly heard loud chanting behind them. When they looked back, they saw Feng Houdun, the discipline instructor of the government school, walking along the street with a dozen students.
"Where does Brother Feng want to go?"
"Where does Brother Chen want to go?"
Feng Houdun and Chen Mingyu asked questions almost at the same time.
Then they both responded at the same time: "Nanjing!"
After saying that, the two laughed loudly and said, "Let's go together!"
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That evening, the edict arrived at Songjiang Mansion.
Guan Siqiu, a student member of Songjiang Prefecture, was seventeen years old. After reading the imperial edict, his blood boiled. He immediately returned home and handed over every word of the imperial edict to his father Wang Jiezhi.
Wang Jiezhi was a retired scholar in the tenth year of Chongzhen. Ding You was at home because his father was dead.
Chen Zilong, who was at home with Ding You because his father had died, happened to be at Xia Mansion as well.
Chen Zilong and Wang Jiezhi were from the same hometown and were of the same age, so they were well connected.
After reading the imperial edict written by Guan Si Qiu Mo, Jiang Jianqian and Chen Zilong were silent for a moment and almost spoke at the same time: "The king and the father are not in trouble, the family and the country are not in danger, but they dare to abolish the official for personal gain, and lose the small for the sake of greatness."
Then the two of them said goodbye to their mothers at home, packed their bags and rushed to Nanjing Imperial College.
Jiang Jianqian wanted to go with us, but Wang Jiezhi agreed because he was young, but I didn't give up.
Before Wang Jiezhi left, Guan Siqiu said, "I dare not forget the country's worries despite my humble status, and I must repay my father's favor even when I am young." Finally, with the approval of his grandmother, aunt, and biological mother, he also picked up his bags and set off on the road to Nanjing.
Guan Siqiu went off alone, and there were only two uncles with me.
Guan Siqiu was in charge of Wang Jiezhi, and he was engaged to the Qian family in Jiashan since he was a child. His father-in-law, Qian Yanlin, was a man of low talent and a chivalrous man. In another time and space, he and Guan Siqiu died fighting against the Qing Dynasty.
Qian Yanlin's eldest son, Qian Xi, was also a student in the government. At another time, he died of an anti-Qingji disease.
The second son, Qian Mo, was able to write poems at the age of four and was extremely talented in learning. Before his father and brother died fighting against the Qing Dynasty, they escaped into the mountains.
Along with Guan Siqiu and others, there were dozens of scholars from Songjiang Prefecture School and Jiashan Prefecture School who went to Nanjing.
In another time and space, those young scholars died fighting against the Qing Dynasty and sacrificed their young lives to defend Han Zuo.
Those young Jiang Jian tearfully bid farewell to his hometown and relatives, and embarked on a journey of iron and blood with infinite loyalty and cold love for Chinese clothes and Han family ancestral temples, and it lasted for many years!
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When the edict was delivered to Ningbo Mansion, it was the beginning of the morning of the seventh day.
The Ningbo Prefecture invited Wang Fuzhi, a famous scholar from Yuyao, and Zuo Maotai, a member of Yinxian County, to come and give lectures to the students in the prefecture. As a result, halfway through the lecture, the imperial edict was sent.
After reading the imperial edict to punish the captives, the students in the government went crazy as soon as they came on board.
"The body, hair and skin are dared to be damaged by parents. This is the beginning of filial piety. How can we allow slaves to damage them?"
"Confucius said Cheng Ren, Mencius said Qi Yi, your Han family's clothing has been passed down for more than two thousand years, how can you allow slaves to invade and plunder it?"
"Eight emperors and seven emperors, Qin and Han successively, and your Chinese ancestral temple has lasted for more than 7,000 years. How can you allow people to build slaves and destroy your country?"
"The lofty China, the glorious Han Zuo, Xiao Ming is the Xiao Ming of all the scholars and small men, the Xiao Ming of all the descendants of Yan and Huang, not the Xiao Ming of the Zhu royal family!"
"No ordinary man is responsible for the rise and fall of heaven!"
"What a great man to say, we should rise up and fight for Xiao Ming!"
"Yes, we should fight for our parents, our clothes, and our ancestral temple!"
"My classmates, is there anyone who is not going with you? Those who are not going with you will follow you, Yan Yingyuan, to Nanjing today to serve the emperor. If you regret entering China in this life, you will still be a Chinese in the next life! Let's go!"
"Brother Jiaqin, Zhang Mengxi is willing to go with you!"
"You, Dong Zhining, are also willing to go, so I'll count you in!"
"It's not you, Mao Jukui, you join them!"
"How can such a grand event include you, Lu Yuding, go with us!"
"My late father named you Hua Xia to express the deep meaning of fighting for China. This time I conquered the invaders, my family and country will not be in trouble. If you Hua Xia just sit back and watch, wouldn't you be unworthy of my late father's legacy? You go too!"
"Haha, okay, now all the eight crazy students in Ningbo are gathered together, let's go together."
Huang Jiaqin and other eight students were not known as the eight crazy students because they praised current affairs.
In another time and space in history, eight crazy people in Ningbo died fighting against the Qing Dynasty.
While he was talking, Zuo Maotai, a Juren of Yin County who had been invited by the imperial edict, suddenly said: "Hurry up, everyone, you, Jiang Jianqian, are over seventy-seven years old this year and are among those who have been called. You and I will go together."
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Jiang Jianqian on the other side also suppressed his composure: "Not yet for you."
"It would be better if we didn't have two juniors together." Jiang Jianqian and the other eight people were happy.
Yan Yingyuan and other eight students responded to the edict one after another. Before Zuo Maotai, Wang Fuzhi's two juniors added fuel to the flames, and other students in Ningbo Fuxue were inevitably aroused.
"Go together, go together, and we will follow together!"
At the end of the day, almost all the students from Ningbo Prefecture School left.
After the student staff left, the instructor looked at the empty classroom in confusion.
How do you say that? It seems that such a thing has never happened before.
Why did His Majesty think of calling on the soldiers from heaven to fight for the country?
Is it the duty of these warriors to fight?
What does this matter have to do with Confucian scholars of your generation?
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It was not eight days ago when the edict to suppress the captives arrived at Changsha Mansion in Huguang.
Fan Zhongjie, one of the Eight Little Confucians during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, was only seventy-seven years old at this time. Together with his brother Xia Wanchun, his friend Xia Rubi, and Chengdetang, they had not yet passed the Chinese style in the Wuchang Township Examination two years later.
They were studying together at Yuelu Academy in Changsha. Brothers and classmates competed on knowledge and essays every day. Their lives were hard but fulfilling.
That day, Fan Zhongjie and others were about to write an article when no students rushed in.
"Dear classmates, the Emperor has issued an edict to the captives. Dear classmates, the Emperor has issued an edict to you to be the King of Qin!"
Has the emperor issued an edict? Fan Zhongjie and others looked at each other and immediately ran out of the classroom to Zhang Huangyan in the center of Yuelu Academy. However, they saw that Zhang Huangyan was not yet crowded with students.
A scholar was holding the copied edict and reading it in a low voice.
"... At this time when the slaves are invaded and the sky is in chaos, you, the sons of the Han family, should all shoulder the responsibility of defending the land and resisting the war. You, the scholars and students, have read the books of the saints and sages, and you should set an example for the sky, abandoning pen and ink,
Fighting Jin Ge, fighting for the body, hair and skin of your generation, fighting for the clothes and clothing of your Han family, fighting for your parents, fighting for your Chinese ancestral temple and country!"
Hearing that sentence, Fan Zhongjie felt his blood boil instantly.
The country is not in danger, and the ancestral temple and the state are not in danger of overthrowing. The emperor wants to summon the soldiers from heaven to fight for the country! How can you, the scholars in your life, sit back and watch? You should be called upon by the King of Qin!
Jiang Jian was still reading quietly in the audience.
"With every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, one hundred thousand Jiang will build one hundred thousand troops!"
"The scholars of the Ming Dynasty are not only good at reading, but also know how to kill the enemy with an eight-foot green sword."
"Chen Tang, the 1,800-year-old boy, once said: Anyone who openly offends a weak man will be punished no matter how far away he is!"
"Today, you, the scholars, must also let the slaves know that the clothes of the Han family can be taken away, the Chinese ancestral temple can be invaded, and the dignity of the Xiao Ming Dynasty cannot be blasphemed! Anyone who dares to blaspheme your Xiao Ming will be punished even though they are weak!"
"Fight for China's clothes, fight for the ancestral temple and the country, even if you die a hundred times, you will still have regrets!"
"If you regret entering China in this life, you will still be Chinese in the next life! Long live the Ming Dynasty!"
The first sentence "Long live the Ming Dynasty" was added by the scholar who read the imperial edict himself, but it was added just right. As soon as it was added, it aroused the emotions of the scholars that were not present after Zhang Huang's words.
All the scholars followed Xiaohou one after another.
"Long live the Xiao Ming Dynasty! Long live the Xiao Ming Dynasty!"
Did Jiang Jianqian shout, and the expression on his face looked fierce, but there was no thunder in my heart. It was not the legendary chest without thunder, but the face was as flat as a lake!
"Brother, Uncle Zhi hasn't treated Zhong yet." Jiang Jianqian glanced at the faces of his brother Xia Wanchun, his friends Xia Rubi and Cheng Detang with his raw eyes, and said fiercely, "Your father is not in trouble, our country is not in danger, and we are really safe.
It is reasonable to sit back and watch, so I decided to go to Nanjing alone to serve the king, and say goodbye today."
"Renong!" Xia Rubi said enthusiastically, "You go with him."
"You go too." Jiang Jianqian also said, "Are we studying to serve the country and bring peace to the people? When the sky is in chaos, it is the time for you to serve the country and bring peace to the people!"
But Xia Wanchun said nonchalantly: "What should I do with this mother?"
"Brother, if you don't have any eldest brother in the Wang family, just go alone." Fan Zhongjie knelt down to his brother and kowtowed eight times until his forehead bled. He kowtowed and said, "A loving father and a strict mother depend on you
Now that my brother is here, if his parents ask him where he is going, they can tell him that he is on a study tour and he will be back home that day."
Jiang Jianqian shed tears and choked up but could still make a sound.
"Brother, let's go!" Jiang Jianqian stood up and left.
It wasn't until Fan Zhongjie walked away that Xia Wanchun finally shouted.
"Eighth brother, the war is fierce and the battle is dangerous, so be arrogant. You must be arrogant!"
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It was already the seventh day when Feng Houdun saw the paper.
At that time, Jiang Jianqian had not yet arrived in Huai'an and was making a fuss at Xia Yunyi's government office in the same year.
Xia Yunyi had just returned to the government office after observing the public sentiment. He still had time to check the backlog of official documents. Naturally, he had not seen the edict that was sent to Huai'an two days later, so he felt that he was not constrained when facing Feng Houdun.
Because Xia Yunyi knew how to receive Feng Houdun?
Please turn it over to the envoy here. Xiao Ming still denies Manchukuo.
Moreover, Feng Houdun was demoted by Xiao Ming, and it was because Zhi Shao made people hate him. Even Xia Yunyi himself wanted to beat me up.
But if he really wanted to wait for Feng Houdun, Jiang Jianqian was worried that he would make Jiannu angry, which would cause trouble, so Jiang Jianqian didn't restrain himself for a while.
