"Sir, you started here by saying: 'Things in ancient and modern times are different, and etiquette cannot be the only one. The government of Ming kings has been different from generation to generation. Confucius respected etiquette, but I don't know where etiquette came from, and the respect has disappeared as if it were sinking.
The waves of the abyss, not knowing where they are going, are no different from carving a boat and asking for a sword. I thought about it for a long time, but I didn’t understand."
After receiving the last batch of civilians who had returned from the Baibo Army, Chen Chong took a long breath and was going back to the bathroom. Xu Shu came to him with "On the Reform of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty" to ask him to clarify his doubts. Chen Chong wiped the water drops on his hands with a towel and smiled warmly.
Said: "What, Yuan Zhi, is there something you don't understand?"
Xu Shu scratched his hairpin and said in confusion: "I am indeed unclear. I studied under your teacher two years ago, and before that I read his "On the State". The teacher said that Confucius's life was nothing more than 'restraining oneself and restoring propriety'. Xu Shushen
In order to agree with it, Confucius once said: "Zhou was in charge of the second generation, and he was so depressed that he was a scholar! I came from Zhou." It can be seen that Confucius knew all the rites and regarded Zhou rites as the highest, and only then praised Zhou rites. How can he be regarded as such? "I don't know where the rites come from.
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Chen Chong took the book and said happily: "Yuanzhi, you can think of this level. It is really not easy. Confucius sought the rites of the three generations and followed the Zhou rites. It cannot be said that he did not care. But the Zhou rites are based on the Xia rites and the Yin rites, so why are they different?" "As I said at the beginning, the trends in ancient and modern times are different, and etiquette cannot be the only one. Confucius saw the political corruption of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the disintegration of the princes. He had a heart to help the country, but he didn't know the way forward, so he could only believe in 'restrain oneself and restore etiquette'
', As long as everyone restores the Zhou rites, the prosperous age of the Western Zhou Dynasty will be revived. This is like everyone abiding by the Yin rites during the reign of King Zhou, how could the Yin and Shang dynasties perish?"
At this point, Xu Shu and Chen Chong both laughed, and Chen Chong continued: "So after the Zhou rites were abolished, there was still the Qin law. The Qin law unified the four seas, and the kings were destroyed before there was an emperor. Confucius was in troubled times and didn't know the way forward.
So, I just want to follow the old road to get out of trouble. How can I know where etiquette comes from?
I wrote this book "On the Reforms of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty" to tell the world that sticking to the old ways is just sitting under a dangerous wall and only increasing the tragedy." After that, he turned the book to one page, handed it to Xu Shu and said: "I suggest
You can directly read "Guan Zhong's Third", "Wu Qi's Sixth" and "Shang Yang's Twelve", and then read "Five Worms" by "Han Fei"."
Xu Shu thanked him and took the book, and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and asked Chen Chong: "Sir, the court is in chaos now, just like the rites and music of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty collapsed, but the Han law has declined and is not suitable for this world?" Chen Chong
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Yuan Zhi, it is indeed true."
Xu Shu was solemn, and then asked: "In this case, sir, can you come up with a new way to save the world?" Chen Chong waved his hand, pointed to his forehead and said with a smile: "This is a great head. It's a pity that I can't talk to others."
While they were talking, Yang Huizheng, the chief clerk, directed the clerks to come in and move all the household registrations recorded in the past few days into the house. Chen Chong hurried up to help. While moving, he asked: "Yan Chang, have you counted the people who have returned after today?"
?How many people have come to the Prefect’s Mansion in total in two months?”
Yang Huizheng was so busy that he didn't hear this. He had followed Fu Xie for two years. Fu Xie was already very poor and still had some servants to serve him. The world-famous "Xiping Longshou" had no one.
, steaming steamed buns, he even asked people to come and cook together. Fortunately, there were some students who helped, otherwise the common people who came last night would have been busy all night just to register, and they would not have slept.
But it has to be said that life here is also very fulfilling. He has seen many people treat Fu Xie like a god, but he has never seen people treat him like a relative. Yang Hui took a short rest, collected his thoughts, and then answered slowly.
: "Reporting to the prefect, there were a total of 817 people who came to register with wooden slips last night. Based on this calculation, we will recruit a total of 6,463 people within two months." p>
"Well" Chen Chong responded with satisfaction. The number of more than 6,000 people has exceeded the number of households in Lishi County itself. It can be said that it is not a major achievement in governance. In the past two months, Chen Chong did not take a day off, and spent every day on himself.
We stayed in the prefect's mansion and tried our best to receive every returning citizen. It was hard to say we were tired, but it was hard not to feel tired.
"Don't be happy, Mr. Fu." Yang Hui couldn't help but have a headache when he thought about the future resettlement: "It's November now, the wind and frost are coming, and it's been very cold every year for the past few years. This winter is not going to be easy for us.
If we don't handle it well, most of the 6,000 people will freeze to death or go back to the rebel army."
Before Chen Chong could speak, Yang Hui continued to worry and said: "Furthermore, the Lord of the Prefecture has said before that the Prefecture will provide food for the winter to the people who return to their hometowns anyway, as well as distribute seeds for planting in the spring. Lord Fu said it."
It is very easy, but the government treasury is extremely difficult to support. Governor Zhang has allocated most of the money for the Huns' military supplies. In the past two months, the government has steamed steamed buns and distributed them to the people. I am afraid that it can support at most half a month, but from the beginning of spring to the summer harvest, there will be at least half a month left.
Zai, Mr. Fu, where are you going to get the money?"
Originally, Yang Hui and Fu Qian asked to see Chen Chong and were quite worried about this "Xiping Dragon Head". Unexpectedly, Chen Chong not only didn't care about etiquette, but also treated others with sincerity and sincerity as if they were brothers. Now he also talks casually and dares to go beyond his authority and directly ask Chen Chong about the follow-up arrangements.
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Chen Chong sat on the table, made himself a pot of tea, smelled the fragrance of the tea and chuckled: "Yan Chang, what's so difficult about this? Didn't I bring a hundred gold here? One gold is worth ten thousand, so
The prefect's mansion still has one million dollars, so just buy grain."
Yang Huixuan smiled and said: "Master Fu, there is another difficulty. Xihe has suffered from military disasters for many years. The land is barren and the rocks are thick, so the harvest is barely self-sufficient. When it comes to food storage, for example, there are many rich and powerful families in Taiyuan County who have food reserves, but Xihe County does not.
It’s not even a big family, but now we don’t even know where to buy food?”
"Yan Chang, where did you start talking about this?" Chen Chong pretended to be surprised, then laughed, drank tea, and said An Ran: "How can you pretend that such a big family as Meiji is invisible?" This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
This statement was as clear as daylight. When Yang Hui heard it, he suddenly realized: "The prince wants to buy grain from the Huns?"
It has been growing for many years, and I heard that the mountains are full of cattle and sheep, and the warehouses are full of millet. There is indeed a lot of grain to sell, but the Huns are not from my tribe, but I don’t know if they will sell the grain to me?"
Chen Chong laughed and said: "What the chief said is wrong. The Huns have lived in Bingzhou for about a hundred years and have interacted with the Han people for generations. Most of their people can understand Chinese and forget the language of the Huns. This is the effect of kingship. As long as we sincerely accept it
, instead of just making good friends and just selling grain, what's the difficulty? I heard the people who returned said that many Huns sold grain to the bandit army, so we are not as good as the bandit army?"
Having said this, Chen Chong put down the tea cup and sighed: "The only difficulty is sincerity, so this trip to Meiji has to be done by myself."
Then he jumped down from the desk and began to pack his luggage. As he was doing so, he said: "Yan Chang, I have a few important things to tell you over the past few days. You must do it beautifully without making any mistakes. The current situation is
We have reached a very critical moment and we must fight day and night."
When Yang saw that he was acting vigorously and resolutely, he was ready as soon as he said he was ready. He couldn't help but wonder: "Master Fu, why is it so urgent?"
Chen Chong said nothing and took out a letter and handed it to Yang Hui. Yang Hui glanced at the information in the letter and looked at the four words "brother Liu Xuande" at the end of the letter. He couldn't help being shocked and asked in a low voice: "Such a huge change has occurred in Youzhou, how can it be?
Will Bingzhou be implicated?"
Chen Chong also laughed in a low voice, and then sighed: "Yuan Benchu didn't listen to me and shot himself in the foot. Now he knows clearly that it is his own foot that is hit, so he can only hit it hard. A careerist in Dongdu
There are so many of them. Every time I leave Dongdu, I think I am crazy and feel very lucky."
Before Yang Hui could understand, Chen Chong didn't take a breath and ordered Yang Hui one after another:
"Yanchang, you should be prepared now. Tomorrow, let three thousand county soldiers escort the common people to camp at the place I have decided. We will make simple repairs to the people's houses first, which will be enough to protect them from the cold. We must comfort the people and don't be afraid.
We have to work hard to get through this deep winter, and we will repair it again next year."
"You can bring a boat over from Hequ and let the county soldiers quickly familiarize themselves with the drill. You have to do this secretly. Let the soldiers familiarize themselves in teams of twenty people in turns. I will let them there in one month.
Forcibly crossing the river, you'd better let Guangyuan keep an eye on this matter."
"You still need to send someone to Hedong County. Two things: one is to ask Wang Fujun to declare that he will borrow a road from the barbarians in Shangjun. He is just waiting for news from Xihe. Within ten months, Xihe will send troops to Yuanyin Yuan.
In Yang and Liang counties, I have made up my mind to annihilate the Baibo army before spring begins."
"The second thing is to ask him if we can borrow food. Relying on the Xiongnu alone can only solve the immediate emergency. If Hedong helps, we will be 100% sure that the people will be safe next year."
"One last thing, Yanchang, except for the matter of shunting the ships, which you have to do secretly, you should publicize all other things to me. Post a notice to inform the people. Within five days, I want everyone in the county to know
, I’m going to the Huns to buy food.”
Yang Hui wrote it down again and again, then resigned and left. Now he couldn't sleep at all tonight.
Chen Chong led Xu Shu out and called Wei Yan up. He saw that the big pot at the door of the mansion was no longer boiling with clouds of white gas. All the lights around him had been extinguished, leaving only the governor's mansion with a little fire left.
A night owl turned its head and met his eyes. It couldn't help but tremble all over, hooted and flew away.
Chen Chong suddenly noticed a slight chill on his cheeks, which turned into a drop of water and rolled into his clothes. He couldn't help but look at the sky solemnly. He could no longer see the stars and the waning moon in the sky. He could only see the swaying lights of the Prefect's Mansion, and could vaguely see the sky descending.
Snow is falling.
The first snow in four years of Zhongping came unexpectedly.