Chapter 549 There must be a battle to destroy its roots
"What the saints say may not necessarily be true. My expectation for young people is to be down-to-earth and apply the saint's teachings into practice."
Yang Lin opened a forum in the suburbs of the city, and many scholars came here because of his reputation, and many local people also came to join in the fun.
On the podium, there was not a single motto that pretended to be profound, it was all straightforward rhetoric. Yang Lin put his hands behind his back, sometimes facing east, sometimes facing west, and loudly promoted his theory.
When we arrived at the outskirts of Datong, close to the source of the plague, most of the people who were willing to come here were scholars who really cared about the country.
"During the Imperial City Examination, I once said that the ancients spared no effort in learning, and the young and the old can only achieve success. What you have learned on paper will always be shallow, and you must do it in earnest. You are all the best students and scholars in the Song Dynasty, and you will be the best in the future.
You are the pillars of the country, and the official positions in the Song Dynasty will be yours sooner or later. Only by crawling on your knees and truly understanding the land under your feet can you know how to govern it."
Yang Lin said he was excited and rolled up his sleeves. This did not conform to the traditional image of a scholar with a high crown and a dignified appearance, but many scholars underneath felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
I always felt that this young master was not a high-ranking minister with all the power in the government, but like his teacher and brother.
"If our Central Plains Dynasty is a family, Yunnei was once a part of us. He was taken away, but now we have taken him back. We have taken back the land left by our ancestors. This achievement belongs to the soldiers; rebuilding this
A piece of land, let it be reintegrated into the Central Plains Dynasty, and you can be part of it. As long as we are sincere and dedicated, future generations will always praise us today.
The ancient path of the Yellow River, the hills of Xuanyuan, the foothills of Zhuolu Mountain, and the burial place of our ancestors, were rebuilt by you and me. When the sea is flowing across the sea, heroes show their true colors. We are lucky enough to be part of this wave!"
Yang Lin paused at the right time, and the audience burst into thunderous cheers that lasted for a long time. The scholars were so excited that they howled and howled. At this moment, the elegance had long since disappeared, replaced by the madness that few scholars in this era have.
When the shouts finally subsided, Yang Lin pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Yunnei officials, generals, and soldiers will select the ten best-performing aid Yun scholars. Today, I will
I will personally award honorary awards to them, and I hope you will honor them."
After finishing speaking, the scholars in the audience looked at their ten companions with red eyes and walked onto the podium.
The powerful young master of this dynasty shouted their names loudly and presented them with ten small hoes made of gold.
Everyone wore a red ribbon on their chest, and Yang Shaozai laughed and whispered with them one by one.
What an honor this is, and how difficult it will be to have a smooth career in the future.
These were people, and their faces were flushed, and some of them were so excited that they could not speak.
The bustling scene has finally come to an end, and the crowds of people slowly dispersed in the strong nostalgia.
The next day, slogans were hung and posted everywhere on the streets, roadsides, trees and mountains.
The award-winning portrait from yesterday was placed in the most conspicuous position on the official road, and slogans such as "Labor is Glory" were everywhere.
It is said that on the day when Yunnei's reconstruction was successful, there was another selection, and all the scholars were working hard and preparing to perform well.
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Yang Lin was basking in the sun and tied a hammock under an old tree. Several Taoist boys around him were on futons in front of him, closing their eyes and chanting sutras.
These Taoist boys from Qingxi Temple were all newly adopted wartime orphans. Since they had nowhere to relocate, they had no choice but to enter the temple.
On weekdays, they would also follow Xu Shuwei and learn some simple medical principles. Of course, there were also a few who were taken in by the Taoist temple. Now they were following Yang Lin to enjoy the immortal energy of Patriarch Chiyang.
These people will inevitably become little followers, useful for running errands and the like.
As the sun set, a group of people stopped on the roadside. A young man leading a horse came from a distance and walked slowly over under the leadership of his bodyguard.
He has a tall figure, is young but has a very determined and mature face. He has traveled a long distance but is neatly dressed in official uniform. At first glance, he looks like a person who is extremely strict with himself. He is Yang Lin's beloved disciple, Yu Wenxu
middle.
Seeing the familiar figure in the hammock, Yu Wenxuzhong's face lit up with joy, the tired look on his face disappeared, and he trotted over while shouting "Teacher".
Yang Lin took off the hat on his face and said with a smile: "Shutong, why did you come so fast?" He took the personal guards of the Long Live Battalion and arrived in less than half a month. Unexpectedly, Yu Wenxuzhong was not as fast as he was.
Wait, it's only been twenty days.
A little Taoist boy moved a seat, and after Yu Wenxuzhong sat down, he said with a smile: "Teacher, I am on an envoy this time. I dare not neglect you. I have come to ask my teacher a few things."
Yang Lin sat up straight and said, "Just tell me."
Yu Wenxuzhong took the tea handed by a little Taoist boy, took a sip to moisten his throat, and said: "Teacher, is it possible for this Jurchen and our Song Dynasty to shake hands and make peace and not invade each other?"
"Absolutely impossible." Yang Lin said categorically: "How can I allow others to snore and sleep on the side of the bed? If the Jurchen is not destroyed, I can't even sleep well."
Yu Wenxuzhong nodded silently, and then asked: "Is it possible for the Song and Jin Dynasties to attack each other like the Song and Liao Dynasties, but maintain great peace?"
"There must be a battle to destroy its roots." Yang Lin's tone was very firm. This matter had long been in his mind and he had never let it go.
Yu Wenxuzhong continued to ask: "Master, when do you think we will fight again?"
Yang Lin held his knees, pondered for a moment, and said: "The Jin people will definitely invade the country on a small scale in the next few years. They have the territory of Daliao, but they have lost the sixteen important tax-paying areas in Youyanyun. They have lost Bei
They will definitely go south in the famine years to cultivate food for the local people. But if we talk about a war, we must wait until our territory is peaceful and our troops and horses are strong."
In the past, Daliao was entirely supported by Youyun's taxes. It can be said that the difference between them and the previous grassland overlords was that they possessed Youyun. Otherwise, they would inevitably be like those once majestic grassland heroes, fleeting. And
The Liao Dynasty relied on the Han'er in You Yanyun to maintain its state for more than two hundred years.
Yu Wenxuzhong stood up and said: "With these words from my mentor, my disciples will know what to do."
Yang Lin felt very relieved about him and said with a smile: "I'm relieved that Shutong is doing his job, otherwise I wouldn't have replaced you before the battle. But you still have to pay attention to your safety. After all, it's not as fierce as the Song Dynasty. The Jurchens are very cruel."
, unlike human beings, peace is the main priority in everything, and no violence is allowed."
Yu Wenxu bowed deeply, turned around and led the horse away. He did not stop here to meet his mentor, but continued to the Kingdom of Jin with a group of members of the envoy who were complaining a lot.