Chapter 14 In the midst of strategizing, a disastrous defeat thousands of miles away
If the sky does not give birth to Zhongni, eternity will be like a dark night!
In Chinese history books, this is certainly a figure worthy of special mention. A history of China is actually a history of the evolution of Zhongni’s thoughts. Zhu Xi’s sentence is basically correct. Zhongni’s thoughts From the ignorant period of China to the glorious Song Dynasty, the lineage has never been cut off.
Yun Zheng sat under the watery moonlight, looking up at the stars in the sky. It was said that great people would turn into stars after death, but Yun Zheng could not find which one was the Zhongni star.
If he turned into a star, he would be a bright star.
The sun is domineering, so only he can appear in the sky during the day. Yun Zheng knows that this is because his light is too bright, but at night it is the world of stars. Only when these stars fill the sky can it form a beautiful sky. The intoxicating night sky, if there is only one star, is no different from the daytime.
Zhongni is a star, and Bi Sheng should also be a bright star. If Zhongni is the original creator of ideas, Bi Sheng should be the disseminator of ideas. How many civilizations in China have been destroyed by wars and barbarians? Under the iron cavalry, if there were not saints like Bi Sheng and Cai Lun, the Chinese race would be as ignorant as those barbarians.
It was a quiet night. Lu Qingqing gently helped her husband rub his temples. Ge Qiuyan also helped her husband massage the soles of his feet with special techniques. She heard from Dr. Zhang that massaging the soles of his feet was very important for men.
Yun Luo lay on his father's belly, trying again and again to open his father's clothes and find some strange things on his chest. The family of four seemed to be immersed in their own world, very harmonious.
Lu Qingqing used a round fan to drive away some nasty bugs, then pressed her husband's nose with her hand and said, "Husband, why do you think that barbarian craftsman can compete with Mr. Confucius?"
Yun Zheng rolled his eyes and looked at Lu Qingqing and said, "A person who is selfless and just wants to teach the world the best way to print books, can't he be considered a saint? A person who wants to tell the world the fastest way to print books and is willing to do it Isn’t this man who gave his life a saint?
When our ancestors first created writing, they heard that ghosts and gods were howling in the sky and earth, lightning flashed and thunder was heard, and wind and rain came. What does this mean? It shows that we have opened up the wisdom of the people, and ghosts and gods do not want to see it.
Later, we carved words on tortoise shells and offered them as sacrifices to the gods in the hope of appeasing their anger. Later, we cast them on bronze vessels with the same idea.
Writing is hard to come by, so the sages would use knives to carve words on bamboo slips and wooden slips. Only then will we know what our ancestors were thinking, doing, seeing, and what kind of wonderful articles were passed down. What profound thoughts are there for us to learn from? What are the gains and losses, and what are the lessons?
Do you know that the overall progress of mankind is actually a process of knowledge accumulation? Because of writing, we do not have to follow the arduous path of exploration of our predecessors.
Later, when we had enough written words, people like Confucius and Qu Yuan appeared, and we had such profound and beautiful things as "The Analects" and "Li Sao" passed down.
During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the eunuch Cai Lun invented paper, which made the spread of writing cheap, thus ending the historical stage of aristocratic rule of learning, and indirectly led to the collapse of the powerful Han Dynasty.
Yun Zheng lay down again, looking at Yun Luo who was happily sucking milk in Lu Qingqing's arms, and once again cast his gaze into the extremely deep starry sky.
"As expected, Jiao Siluo died on April 28th. Lingu, Xuanwei, Zongge, Miaochuan, and Qingtang City have all been closed. According to Fu Bi's guess, it must have been caused by Qingtang.
There was civil strife.
Dong Xiang, the son of Jiao Si Luo, and Ali have always been at odds with each other. Since Qingtang City is closed, it must be the three sons of Jiao Si Luo who mortued the corpse and ignored each other. Although we don’t know who will win in the end, the Qingtang tribe will definitely be stronger.
Therefore, Fu Bi ordered the Baocheng Army to move forward slowly for 120 miles, waiting for Qingtang's reaction.
The Xixia people's drought this year has caused great losses. Wu Zang and Pang personally led the army and slowly approached Miaochuan City. Miaochuan City is the fundamental place of Qingtang. No matter who is Dong Zhan's Ali,
To win, the first thing we have to deal with is the hidden trap. After we sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, it will not be too late to kill the enemy in Hehuang."
Pang Ji's old voice was as rotten as the meaning he expressed. Di Qing hesitated to speak. Yun Zheng looked at his nose and his nose without moving. It was too wishful thinking to let these people talk nonsense.
It was too late to say anything at this time. Yun Zheng knew without thinking that the winner must be Dong Xiang. A person like Ali Gu was not even worthy of carrying Dong Xiang's shoes. What's more, he was not Jiao Siluo's biological son at all.
After three years of pure Confucian education in Tokyo City during the Song Dynasty, a man on the grassland was rendered illiterate and incompetent in martial arts. There he was the opponent of Dong Fei, who had been conquering the east and west for these years. In addition,
With the help of people like Qingyi, Gui Zhang and Mu Zheng, Ali Gu's head would have been fed to the dogs long ago.
The reason why the Qingtang people stood still was to observe the movements of the Song Dynasty and Xixia. Fu Bi moved Baocheng's army forward one hundred and twenty miles. It was obvious that he was targeting Lingu City and did not hide Pang Zheng's plan.
In the eyes of Dong Zhan and Qing Yi Jie Guizhang, those who wanted to attack Mochuan City were not considered good people.
If Yun Zheng were Dong Fei, he would definitely concentrate his superior forces to kill the weak Baocheng Army first, and then fight against the ferocious Wu Zang Pang. In a battle between two lions, if an antelope wants to take advantage, it is not obvious that it cannot find it.
Are you comfortable?
No matter what he wants to do now, it's too late and too late. What should happen should have already happened. Pang Ji has already warned himself. Don't say what you shouldn't say and just listen to the instructions.
Standing thousands of miles away from Qingtang, these people really think that they can strategize and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away? They think that the chaos in Qingtang will bring good things to the Song Dynasty. They have no intention of giving such credit to themselves and others.
Di Qing, their first priority is still civil servants, such as Fu Bi!
Behind Di Qing was Yun Zheng. When he saw that Di Qing wanted to leave work, he grabbed Di Qing. The civil servants were all celebrating now. If you go out and say unlucky words at this time, you will definitely be criticized by words and writings. You will be punished in your previous life.
I have suffered this kind of loss, and even now I still don’t know how to repent.
"Go elsewhere, it's too late. Anyway, I will go to Qinzhou after Fu Bi's misfortune. I will just clean up the mess." Yun Zheng said softly, with a happy smile on his face, and he and Di Qing
The livid color of his face formed a sharp contrast.