Many of the scholars in the late Ming Dynasty were rotten, and many of them were of high character.
But more importantly, they are middle-aged people. These scholars are not as ambitious as Xia Wanchun, Wang Fuzhi, Zhang Huangyan, Gu Yanwu and Chen Bangyan. Before Jiannu’s butcher’s knife fell, all of them were slow and even appeared to be slow.
They were so numb that they didn't rise up to resist until the slave-building knife actually fell on their heads and they were asked to shave their heads and change their clothes.
Hence the Ten Days of Yangzhou, the Three Massacres of Jiading, and even hundreds of years after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, there were still rebellions against the Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty.
Unfortunately, due to the lack of a recognized leader, these rebellions became fragmented and were eventually suppressed by the Manchus without any effort.
What Chongzhen has to do now is to wake up these sleeping scholars, organize them again, and throw them into the turbulent tide of history before the iron hooves of Jiannu have set foot in Jiangnan. With the help of the iron and blood of the battlefield,
Come and complete the training of these scholars and make them the pillars of the Ming Dynasty!
Thinking of this, Chongzhen stretched out his hand and said: "Wang Daban, get a pen and paper!"
Wang Chengen, who was standing by the side, quickly found a brush and hemp paper.
After the siege of the capital, the twenty-four yamen of the inner court were invaded by thieves. Even now, the number of eunuchs gathered around Chongzhen increased to more than a hundred. The functions of the twelve eunuchs, four divisions and eight bureaus have not been restored, and the three eunuchs in Jiangnan have not been restored.
The Great Weaving Bureau, local mine supervisors, and tax supervisors are also in a state of disorder, and the impact of the Jiashen national disaster has not been eliminated to this day.
Therefore, when Chongzhen wanted to write articles, he could only use hemp paper out of simplicity.
Wang Chengen laid out the hemp paper, spread it flat, then dipped the brush in ink and handed it to Chongzhen.
Chongzhen took over the pen and wrote the two characters "China" in italics on the title, but after thinking about it, he crossed out these two characters and changed them to the two characters "China" in oracle bone inscriptions.
Under the Lielie banner, a group of soldiers holding golden swords guarded the central area. This is China.
This is China, our country, the motherland where we were born and raised and where we will be buried!
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At this time, at Meixiang Tower in the south of Laiyan Bridge, the poetry meeting has reached its final climax.
Yes, you read that right. When Chongzhen was distributing pay in Xia Town this morning, the poetry meeting in Meixianglou had just begun. Then Chongzhen finished distributing military pay and took his entourage on a navy warship to go south to Xuzhou overnight, still in the cabin.
Here, they met Fu Shan, Sun Fanzhi, Ji Yunhong and other scholars who fled south, and were even preparing a message to encourage the Jiangnan scholars. However, the poetry meeting upstairs in Meixiang Tower was not over yet and had just reached its climax.
Zheng Sen was already very impatient, but he left midway due to the bad feelings of his classmates.
But in his heart, Zheng Sen has already relegated Hou Fangyu, Mao Xiang, Chen Zhenhui and other classmates to another book. They are a group of worthless dandies. The Ming Dynasty is about to fall, but they are still here singing the songs of the backyard?
The climax of the poetry meeting was Li Xiangjun playing and singing Hou Fangyu's new work:
We used to travel with each other outside the gate of Jinling, but when we returned home, we have faded away and found the old hill.
In the six seasons of spring, the city is noisy with wild birds, and the clouds in the three mountains dim the river tower.
Ji Kang's resignation of officials was not due to laziness, and Zhang Han's homesickness was not due to autumn.
The most beautiful thing is that the moon shines brightly, and the misty rain makes people sad.
Zheng Sen also admitted that the poem was really a good poem, and Li Xiangjun sang it especially beautifully.
But is now the time when "misty rain makes people sad"? Is now the time to sing poems and wines with the famous Qinhuai prostitutes? What kind of things are these people? It is really the inadequacy and conspiracy of Zhuzi.
Thinking of this, Zheng Sen could no longer suppress his emotions and pushed forward the case fiercely.
He got up so quickly that he even knocked over the table in front of him, and all the cups, dishes, wine bottles, etc. on the table crashed to the floor.
The sound of the pipa and Li Xiangjun's beautiful singing stopped abruptly.
Chen Zhenhui, Wu Yingji, Fang Yizhi, Mao Xiang and other young masters all looked at Zheng Sen, and Hou Fangyu even had a hint of anger in his eyes.
Zheng Damu, what are you doing?
How dare you disturb my master's elegance!
Lu Xiangtong hurriedly replaced Zheng Sen and said, "Brother Damu is too drunk and is drunk."
Zheng Sen frowned and said: "Brother Tongren, I don't want to stay in Meixiang Building for a moment longer. Can you leave?"
"Let's go together." Lu Xiangtong weighed it in his mind and still felt that Zheng Sen, a classmate, was more important, so he immediately stood up and followed Zheng Sen away.
When he reached the top of the stairs, Zheng Sen suddenly turned around and said something harsh: "Business girls don't know the hatred of losing their country. They are still singing in the backyard across the river. They are a bunch of worthless dandies, Shuzi!"
Hearing Zheng Sen's words, Li Xiangjun's pretty face turned red.
Hou Fangyu, Mao Xiang, Chen Zhenhui and other young masters jumped up like kittens whose tails were stepped on.
"Zheng Sen, I advise you not to be too arrogant. You sound like you are not a dandy. You are also a dandy, okay? Your father is still a prince."
"Zheng Sen, I want to cut off my robe and sever my ties with you!"
"What is intolerable? It seems that you, Zheng Sen, are the only one who cares about the country and the people."
"That's right, aren't we celebrating because we won the battle ahead? This is also a manifestation of concern for the country and the people. We also have a patriotic heart!"
Amidst the crusade of a group of young men,
Li Xiangjun's silence seemed a bit out of place.
After the banquet, when she returned to the boudoir, Li Xiangjun still looked gloomy.
Hou Fangyu then said flatteringly: "Xianger, don't be angry. I will definitely find an opportunity to severely dampen Zheng Damu's arrogance later. Let this Fujian guy know that I, Hou Fangyu, am not someone to be trifled with.
The consequences for Xiang'er will be even more serious, and I, Hou Fangyu, will definitely fight with him to the end."
Hou Fangyu said and hugged Li Xiangjun's waist.
But this time Li Xiangjun pushed Hou Fangyu away gently but firmly.
Li Xiangjun said tactfully: "Sir, I'm not feeling well today. You'd better go sleep outside."
"Still inconvenient?" Hou Fangyu frowned and asked, "What's going on? It's been seven or eight days."
Li Xiangjun shook his head and said: "Sir, the slave family thinks that Master Zheng's words are harsh, but the intention is still worthy of recognition. The slaves have already reached the north bank of the Yellow River, and the story of the Mongolian invasion to the south is about to repeat itself. Master, you and your
My classmates really shouldn’t sit back and watch anymore, you should join the army and join the army in Xuzhou!”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What, go to Xuzhou to join the army?" Hou Fangyu said in astonishment, "Then what should you do?"
"Nothing will happen here in the slave family." Li Xiangjun snuggled into Hou Fangyu's arms and said softly, "A good man has his ambitions in all directions, how can the young master stay in a gentle country for a long time?"
Hou Fangyu's face showed a bitter look.
This is a big deal.
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Let’s talk about Zheng Sen and Lu Xiangtong later.
When passing Jixian Gate, Zheng Sen glanced at the bulletin board again.
The newspaper about the "Great Victory in Xuzhou" was still posted on the bulletin board, but there was no longer a grand scene of thousands of scholars rushing to watch. In less than two days, everything returned to calm.
No, there is still a student, but he is not reading the newspaper.
Instead, he was holding a volume of the Analects of Confucius in his hand and was reciting it softly.
"Those who know something are not as good as those who are good at it, and those who are good at it are not as good as those who are happy."
"This statement can be said to be true to the point. I have gained something, and I have achieved something."
As soon as he looked up and saw Zheng Sen and Lu Xiangtong, the student came to greet them.
"Two classmates, I have just read the Analects of Confucius Yong Ye and gained some insights. Can we discuss one or two things?"
"Another person who is stupid after reading the classics and history." Zheng Sen shook his head and sighed, "Reading the Analects of Confucius will not defeat the Jiannu."
"Oh, this is a big fallacy, a big fallacy!" The student waved his hands and said in dismay, "Don't you think you can rule the world by reading half of the Analects? As long as you read the Analects thoroughly, you can stabilize the country, rule the country, and bring peace to the world. What's the point of just creating slaves?
It’s Taoist, but it’s not Taoist.”
Zheng Sen no longer bothered to pay attention to this classmate, climbed over the wall and entered the Imperial College.
But that classmate kept shouting outside the wall: "That's ridiculous, that's ridiculous!"
Zheng Sen felt an inexplicable anxiety.
The classmates have become numb to this point, the Jiangnan gentry is also obsessed with singing poetry and wine with the prostitutes, and the Gonggun princes in the court only care about party members and oppose dissidents, rejecting dissenters. Can the Ming Dynasty be saved?
Lu Xiangtong felt Zheng Sen's mood and did not dare to say a word.
After returning to the dormitory, Zheng Sen finally took a deep breath, looked up at the window and said, "It's so dark today."
"Well," Lu Xiangtong said quickly, "it's the darkest time of the day. Fortunately, it will light up after the Meishuang day, and the sun will come out."
Lu Xiang’s words are unintentional,
Zheng Sen's eyes lit up after hearing this.
Yes, it’s time for dawn after the cool days.
It’s time for the sun to shine on the earth.
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Chongzhen bowed and sat up.
Wang Chengen, who had been waiting outside the cabin for a long time, immediately came in: "Long live Lord, you're awake."
"Shh!" Chongzhen made a hushing gesture, indicating not to speak too loudly, so as not to wake up Zhu Cixiang and Zhu Cijiong, who were sleeping soundly with their arms spread out.
After leaving the cabin, Chongzhen freshened up hastily.
Wang Chengen was waiting beside him, feeling sad again.
This is a dignified emperor, and he is living such a hard life.
But Chongzhen didn't care at all. What's the point of suffering a little?
Wang Chengen served breakfast again, which was just simple white rice porridge, wheat cakes, and a small dish of bean paste, but this was already a rare delicacy for Chongzhen.
In the past few months after traveling through time, I have been eating "rice cooked in water" with Datou Bing.
While drinking rice porridge and eating wheat cakes, Chongzhen thought with some self-mockery in his heart that if there was a selection of the worst time travellers, he would probably be ranked among the top ones.
After finishing breakfast, Gao Qiqian and several other eunuchs came over to serve him.
However, today's atmosphere has obviously changed compared to the past, especially Gao Qiqian. In the past, he always subconsciously moved closer to Chongzhen, trying to greet the emperor, but today he stood far away.
The reason is very simple. Sun Xiangxian was beaten to death with an eighty stick.
With Sun Xiangxian's lessons learned, Gao Qiqian has become cautious.
At the same time, Gao Qiqian and other senior eunuchs finally recognized the reality.
Today's Long Live Master is really different from before. He talks and acts like a different person, and he also has a vague alienation towards them eunuchs.
