Chapter 1228 The great Confucian also has to move bricks...
In front of the camp gate.
The moonlight is like a knife, and the bleak autumn wind swirls the fallen leaves.
Feeling Yang Fan's cold eyes, Wang Dongchen, who didn't want to make the same mistake as Li Zhengxuan, who had his heart and soul ripped out of him, quickly moved forward on his knees.
"My lord, I am unjust for my humble position!"
"This matter was all done by Li Zhengxuan alone. I was forced to follow him because of his lustful power. Please give me a chance. I will definitely be shattered into pieces to repay you!"
Wang Dongchen knelt on the ground, kowtowing as if pounding garlic.
"Broken to pieces? If someone comes, let him be killed."
Yang Fan waved his hand.
"No, no, sir..."
Wang Dongchen still wanted to struggle, but Zheng Weinian and others had already chained him up and pulled him outside.
Soon, he was reduced to dregs under the knife.
"Under the knife, his true form was finally revealed. He turned out to be a scumbag! No wonder he signed a joint letter to help the tyrants do evil and help the tigers."
Yang Fan looked around.
Everyone who was swept by his sight felt awe-inspiring.
After all, a third-rank Minister of Rites and a fourth-rank Minister of Honglu Temple were right under their noses. One had his heart and lungs ripped out, and the other turned into a scum.
How could they not be afraid of the actions of the West Factory Supervisor?
"Now that the two villains have understood the punishment, this matter ends here. You should take this as a lesson!"
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, Yang Fan's next words made their hearts twitch again: "From today on, all the civilians who have been recruited will be sent back to their places, and the food will also be shipped back to provide relief for the local disaster."
"Sir, as for building the city and accepting foreigners..."
When someone heard this, his face changed slightly.
If the people and food are gone, how can they receive the people of Fangshan Ancient World?
Although they do not support the preferential treatment policies of Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen, receiving foreigners is a top priority at the moment. Even if the city is not built, at least
We also need to build enough camps to receive it.
Moreover, food is also essential.
Otherwise, how can they accommodate and feed millions of people?
"On this matter, our family has no choice but to make a decision!"
Yang Fan glanced at the person who spoke, "Remember your identities clearly for our family. You are officials of my Ming Dynasty, not officials of Fangshan Ancient Realm! Your Majesty said that you want to accept them, but you don't want to provide for them!"
"The majesty of our Ming Dynasty is not obtained by seeking compromise, but by swallowing up the world! It is by relying on the queen to suppress an entire world by herself, so that they have to relocate their people!"
"However, they are here, but if they want to be my subjects of the Ming Dynasty, they are not qualified yet! Unless they make enough contributions, they will all be humble! They will perform corvee service and military service!"
"Did you hear that clearly?"
Yang Fan looked around at everyone present.
"Yes, sir!"
With Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen's lessons learned, no one dared to jump out, so everyone responded in unison.
"Get down!"
As soon as Yang Fan waved his hand, a group of great scholars and officials all dispersed.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, was surrounded by a group of guards from the West Factory and went straight into the camp and occupied Li Zhengxuan's place without ceremony.
Camp, in a tent.
Three middle-aged men wearing brown fur coats, trousers and straw sandals were sketching on the sketch, and the outline of a grand and huge boundary gate could be vaguely seen.
As if they felt something, the three Mohist half-saints couldn't help but paused and looked outside the camp.
"What a great West Factory Supervisor!"
They did not expect that as soon as the West Factory Supervisor arrived, he would kill Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen so neatly.
In fact, they are also right
Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen were extremely dissatisfied with the arrangement. However, they were not officials of the imperial court. Even if they were powerful, they could not overstep their authority.
Especially, they are the Mohist family!
As a prominent school that once kept pace with Confucianism and Taoism, later generations once said that "the only martial sage who competes with Confucius is Mozi," so we can imagine the status of the Mohist school.
However, Confucius was Confucius after all. He tried his best to turn the world upside down, and continued the long river of literature so that it would never end.
Only then did Confucianism and Taoism flourish.
However, because the Mohist school could not be accepted by the upper class rulers, its ideas were either absorbed and replaced by other schools, or lost support, and gradually turned to scientific creation, and gradually became unable to maintain the school.
Once prosperous, it came to an end.
After Mozi, it continued to split and gradually disappeared from people's sight.
"It has nothing to do with us, hurry up and build the boundary gate, and then return to the government city immediately."
A slightly older man said, "There is definite news that Gongshujia presented an instrument called 'Fighting World' to Emperor Ming. It is said to be able to carry thousands of people, travel across the space and space, and conquer across borders to form a field and offset the world."
Will. I don’t have much time to wait!”
"yes."
The expressions of the other two people changed slightly and they responded quickly.
The three of them were immersed in the desk, only to hear the sound of rustling on the drawings.
In the central tent.
"Destroying the border?"
Yang Fan, who had just sat down, was slightly startled.
Especially when he heard the Mohist Semi-Saint's words about the function of this "world-cutting" instrument, the image of a huge aerial fleet appeared in his mind.
Cross-border conquest may not be a dream in the future.
Turn around.
Three Mohist semi-sages came forward holding the blueprint of the realm gate.
The elder named Bai Qi is the leader, and he is the only one among the three who has picked up the divine treasure. The other two
People have just mastered magical powers, and they all wear pleated cloth robes and have dark skin.
"I have met you, sir. This is the blueprint of the realm gate."
Bai Qi handed over the drawings, and Yang Fan took them casually. After a quick glance, he determined that this was a big project, "Our family is a layman, and Mr. Bai is still responsible for the construction of this gate. If you need anything, just ask."
Bai Qi nodded and said directly: "I need materials and enough manpower."
"The materials will be delivered in two days. As for the people..."
Yang Fan said calmly, "Those great scholars happen to be idle. Mr. Bai can use my order to mobilize them to receive re-education from the working people and understand the suffering of the common people. It is very necessary for them."
"good."
Bai Qi was not polite and went out with the token.
And not long after, Zhang Wenlong, who received the order to move bricks by himself, couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"I am a great scholar..."
"Factory Supervisor Yang said that even the great Confucians have to move bricks."
Bai Qi said seriously.
"But I haven't moved..."
Looking at the token in Bai Qi's hand and seeing Yang Fan's harsh methods last night, Zhang Wenlong felt a little lack of confidence for a while.
"It's okay, you'll get used to it once you move around."
Bai Qi looked very understanding and said, "What's more, it's not just about moving bricks, you also have to carry wood and cut materials..."
The corner of Zhang Wenlong's mouth twitched violently.
But seeing Bai Qi turn around and leave, he had no choice but to follow him out.
As soon as he came out, he saw the great scholars who had come with him standing in a row, all wearing pleated brown clothes and straw sandals, listening to the lectures of a Mohist semi-holy.
"This is the first time that I have so many great scholars at my disposal. Don't worry, it won't be worn out."