The court's trial for the evil-doing children of aristocratic families was very simple, and they were simply punished with their heads on the ground.
Now that the Fan Yanglu family has been forced to revolt, if anything happens here, everyone will die.
The emperor's ferocious side was fully revealed here.
Fan Yanglu's family is dead, and he hasn't come back to assassinate him these days. It's all in vain.
Zhang Yang and the emperor were sitting at the foot of the mountain. What did Pei Xuanji do? There was no news.
But today another memorial was delivered. Some students who burned down the ancestral home of the Lu family in Fanyang came to Chang'an City to plead guilty to the emperor.
Li Shimin held the memorial in distress, "How do you think I should deal with them?"
"This is Your Majesty's business and has nothing to do with me."
"You used to always say a word or two to me."
Zhang Yang changed his sitting posture and said again: "I have been exercising my mind recently and practicing calligraphy all day long. In addition to improving my calligraphy recently, I also feel that my mood has improved a lot."
"Forget it, let's leave this matter to Zhao Guogong."
"Your Majesty is Holy Ming."
"Did Mr. Zheng say anything to you?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yang frowned and said, "What do you think Mr. Zheng should say to me?"
Li Shimin stood up and said with a smile: "There are still many memorials waiting for my approval. Let's go back to the palace."
"Your Majesty, walk slowly."
Many people died this winter, especially in Fanyang. The winter was bone-chillingly cold, so Zhang Yang tightened his clothes.
Wait until Xiao Qingqing comes back riding Xiong Da.
Zhang Yang then took her home.
Who would have thought that the Fan Yanglu family would fall so quickly, and that the embankment of a hundred miles would collapse in an ant nest. Their downfall did not happen overnight, but the long-term oppression that made the people at the bottom so angry.
Zhang Yang looked at the large family in front of him having dinner, and thought of what happened to the Fan Yang Lu family this time. The emperor got the family's hidden property and released many people who were slaves and maids.
The Cui family in the Bolin area also handed over hidden property to the court and released nearly 10,000 people.
Population and land were exactly what the court needed, so the emperor made a fortune from the land and population in the court, not to mention the amount of gold and silver confiscated.
Li Yue listened to the news and whispered: "From the beginning of the confrontation between the father and the aristocratic family, until the collapse of the Fan Yang Lu family, the situation is different now. Those aristocratic families have begun to cut off their arms to survive."
Li Lizhi, Xiao Wu and Xiao Hui sat in the library and listened to the two aunts describing the progress of the matter.
Zhang Yang likes to drink a cup of strong tea after meals, and then starts practicing calligraphy.
Xiao Wu whispered: "In this case, wouldn't they be at the mercy of His Majesty?"
Li Yue nodded and said: "In order to protect themselves, they will hand over all their property. This is no longer a matter of how the government will deal with them."
Seeing that Xiao Wu was puzzled, Xiao Hui helped explain: "Sister Xiao Wu, it's your identity."
Xiao Wu whispered: "Fan Yang's Lu family is dead. Everyone hates the family. As long as they are still a family, some people will despise them?"
Xiaohui said: "That's it."
In fact, they all said it wrong. Zhang Yang put down the pen in his hand and said, "Let's see if my master's calligraphy has improved a bit."
Xiaohui looked up and looked troubled.
Xiao Wu frowned and said nothing.
Li Lizhi was about to speak but stopped.
Seeing the three people in trouble, Li Yue covered her mouth and smiled softly.
Zhang Yang sighed: "Everyone has his own font. I call this Lishan cursive script. I will also publish a copybook in the future."
Xiaohui whispered: "The calligraphy admired by the world all has charm and thick strokes, but Master's calligraphy looks..."
Zhang Yang asked tentatively: "Unique?"
Xiaohui finally nodded, "It's indeed unique."
"If your handwriting is not good, it won't be good. You don't have to do this. I'll practice again."
Practicing calligraphy is superficial, but in fact the most important thing is to practice one’s state of mind. A person’s state of mind can be seen from calligraphy.
Although the handwriting written by my husband is very neat, the writing style is very messy, which shows that he is still anxious in his heart.
After washing up, the couple lay down early.
Li Yue grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands and turned to look at her husband who was still sitting and reading, "What are you worried about today?"
"I'm thinking about what to do in the future."
Li Yue was lying on her side, holding her head with one hand and curiously asked: "In the future?"
Zhang Yang closed the scroll and said, "This volume of Gongyang's biography is about retiring to become an official and returning his salary to the emperor."
"Huh? My husband is going to retire?"
"I wanted Mr. Zheng to serve as an official as soon as possible. I told Fan Yang about this before his trial, but I kept my words secret."
"Mr. Zheng has his own rules for conduct."
He is such an upright person, he has very high demands on himself and others.
Seeing that her husband was still frowning, Li Yue asked again: "Is there anything else to worry about?"
"have."
Zhang Yang put the scroll aside and whispered: "Although the construction of supporting education and official education back then has achieved results, the results are not great. Nowadays, aristocratic families from all over the country are handing over their acres or releasing their people. The aftermath is another matter.
It's a serious matter. The opening of the official school will go smoothly, but how to solve the shortage of manpower that comes with it."
It wasn't until late at night that Zhang Yang lay down, blew out the oil lamp, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Life will not be smooth sailing, there will always be many troubles.
Pei Xuanji came back today.
There was no news about this guy for more than half a year, and now he finally appeared by the Weishui River again.
Zhang Yang strolled to the Weishui River and whispered: "What are you doing back here?"
Pei Xuanji whispered: "That old monk is dead."
"Which old monk?"
"The monk who sells papermaking skills."
At that time, both Buddhists and aristocratic families wanted to make paper, and the one who came with Li Zhengzao was monk Hui Kuang from Guoqing Temple.
Zhang Yang asked: "How did he die?"
Pei Xuanji is no longer the inconspicuous person he used to be. Now he is skinny and his eyes are much sharper.
"I heard that he died of old age, a month ago."
Recent events always make people unhappy. The death of Fan Yanglu's family makes people unhappy.
Even after Monk Huikang died, he couldn't be happy.
"Will Buddhism still buy papermaking technology in the future?"
"No more." Pei Xuanji shook his head and said slowly: "I have traveled all over the Central Plains in the past few years and know more things than the county princes. Monk Huikang has already been betrayed by Buddhists in order to accumulate money to buy Lishan papermaking technology.
Exclusion.”
"It's a pity." Pei Xuanji said in a low voice with a trembling tone: "That's a million dollars. He didn't save enough money to buy Lishan papermaking technology until his death."
When the cold wind blows, some ripples appear in the Weishui River.
"Now that Monk Xuanzang is back, all the monks in the Central Plains are looking forward to the day when Xuanzang enters the Pass, so Huikang's persistence is not important, it doesn't matter, but..."
After a pause, he spoke in a low voice, "I feel that Monk Huikang's method is right. Judging from the prosperity of Buddhism, only with papermaking technology can we have enough scriptures. As long as there are scriptures, there will be more monks."
, instead of expecting Xuanzang to enter the Pass, what do the county princes think?"
Zhang Yang took a deep breath and patted his shoulder, "Actually, you don't have to come back."
When he heard that the answer was not what he asked, Pei Xuanji said again: "County Marquis, I have experienced a lot in the past two years."
Zhang Yang handed him a hot meat bun and said with a smile, "Let's talk while eating."
Pei Xuanji told the story of how he used a madman's diary to inspire students. From the beginning, he was very high-spirited alone, but he united with some people with lofty ideals.
Later, a student who had studied hard for more than ten years in Hanchuang swung the knife at his companions.
The manpower he initially united fell apart.
Afterwards, Pei Xuanji encountered the most difficult stage of escape in his life.
Being chased all the way by the Seven Sects and Five Hopes, at that time he felt that he might as well die.
Perhaps because he couldn't bear this breath, he later fled from Hebei to Taiyuan.
Then he began to change direction and develop from the bottom.
As a result, his alliance grew stronger in less than a year, and in order to unite everyone, Pei Xuanji stopped being the leader of the alliance.
Instead, let these people at the bottom organize themselves.
Pei Xuanji whispered: "County Marquis, I can't forgive you. In fact, things got out of control later. Once their anger was aroused, they couldn't say it was the tragedy that happened to Fan Yang. It was all my fault."
He covered his cheek in pain, his breath was a little choked, and he whispered: "I can't stop them anymore. My most valued person died under the whip of the family. He was beaten to death, but he still treated me
Say, his death is insignificant."
"Actually... I didn't want to do so much at the beginning." Pei Xuanji scratched his scalp in pain again, "County Marquis, I'm sorry for them!"
Zhang Yang handed him another bun.
This time Pei Xuanji had no appetite to eat anymore.
"You are in a very bad state now."
"I'm still a little awake, so I came to see the county prince."
Zhang Yang added: "You are a descendant of the famous Pei family in Hedong, and a descendant of Mr. Pei Ju."
"No one is worth anything except his heirs."
Zhang Yang breathed in the cold air, looked at him, and said: "The matter is over, and the court will do the next thing. It's time for you to relax, even if you can't do what Mr. Pei did back then."
Even with such achievements, you should not be willing to degenerate."
At that time, Yu Wenhuaji launched a mutiny in Jiangdu and killed many people.
And now, whether it is Xu Jingzong, Shangguan Yi, or Pei Xuanji, they are all descendants of that disaster.
Zhang Yang whispered: "You go to Chongdefang."
"Chongdefang?"
"Oh, you don't know yet." Zhang Yang took two steps and continued: "Chongdefang is the city that was rebuilt by His Royal Highness the Prince. There are many scholars gathering there, and there are also high-ranking disciples like you. They are all here
Prioritize the imperial examination."
"Now you have two choices. One is to take the imperial examination and become an official, trying to keep up with Mr. Pei's pace. The other is that you feel that you are not talented enough to pass the imperial examination and become an official, so you go to participate in supporting education."
Zhang Yang explained: "Teaching is to go to remote places to win people's support for the country. You can also govern a place or teach and educate people, depending on what you want to do."
After a long silence, Pei Xuanji suddenly stood up. His eyes became firmer and he said, "I'm going to teach!"
"The imperial examination is very difficult. It is not easy to take it again at your current age. Teaching as a teacher may seem simple, but you will stay in a poor place for many, many years."
"There is no need for the county prince to persuade me."
Pei Xuanji had a determined look on his thin cheeks and turned his back, "I'm going to teach. At least I'm like a high-ranking boy. I won't disgrace my father's family tradition and do what I should do."
Suddenly, he turned back and said with a smile: "County Marquis! What do you think?"
Zhang Yang reached out to pat his shoulder again, but before his hand fell, he hesitated and had to take it back and sighed: "If you are willing, you can go to Nanzhao."
"I know that the Marquis of the County is the King of Nanzhao, but I can only refuse the Marquis of the County's kindness. Maybe I can enjoy the glory and glory after going to Nanzhao, but this is not what I have in mind."
"It's up to you. Our cooperation ends here. If you want to become an official, I can find a way for you. If you want to be rich, I can let you go to Nanzhao to become a marquis. If you want to teach me, I will help you with everything.
I can’t see you anymore.”
Pei Xuanji bowed and gave a big salute, and then said: "Back then, I was confused, but now I think about it, I have lived it vigorously. This life is enough, now I want to be ordinary."
"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded.
"I grew up in Hedong. There is a village in my hometown. I passed by there two months ago and stopped for a long time. There are many, many children there, but they are timid about being close to the countryside and don't know how to face the countryside."
"This time, I will first go to Chongdefa, enter the official school, go to teach, and spend the rest of my life teaching and educating people."
He swallowed his saliva and saluted, "Goodbye. I will never see you again."
Zhang Yang looked at his back and was speechless for a long time.
There is no reason to owe anything in this world. From Pei Xuanji's point of view, neither he nor Lishan owes anyone anything.
If Fan Yang's Lu family falls, the matter will be settled. There is no need for him to do the future affairs. The Central Government will eat up all the seven sects and five sects.
Hui Kuang died of old age. Until his death, he did not have enough money to buy Lishan's papermaking technology.
Does Buddhism really not have the financial resources?
Zhang Yang shook his head in denial. They did, but some people didn't believe him and were unwilling to hand over their money to this crazy old monk.
This world seems to be crazy and arrogant.
Zhang Yang walked to the teacher's home. Zhang Gongjin was still giving lectures to Xiao Qingqing, and Li Yue and his wife were still making buns.
"Elephant, Dasu, and Da'an don't know when they will be able to come and see our old couple."
The teacher's wife muttered, her heart full of displeasure.
Li Yue advised: "The DPRK has been very busy recently, and many people are not allowed to take a break."
The wife sighed again and whispered: "It's better for you and your wife. The old guy has also decided. He plans to go back to Chang'an City to live there this year and visit the old house in Chang'an City. After the spring next year, he will return to Lishan Mountain.
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Zhang Gongjin drank tea and said, "Have you met him?"
"Well, I have met. He talked a lot about the causes and consequences of those things. Things were not done well and there are many regrets. But now it is useless to make up for it."
"Mr. Zheng has been staying in Lishan for the past two days. Please stay with Mr. Zheng more often. We, the old couple, will return to Chang'an early tomorrow morning."
"Do you need me to prepare anything?"
"No need." Zhang Gongjin smiled and waved his hands.