"In addition, how can poor people afford to study? Most of those who can afford to study have certain family backgrounds. If we can get them to sincerely serve us, we can get the support of many small nobles and small landowners through them...
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Liu Jicheng, Wei Daoer and other people who had recently surrendered to the Far East Army looked at the map and listened to the sound of discussions that kept reaching their ears. Being in the center of power of the Far East Army, it was the first time they felt the powerful actions of the Far East Army.
His style and wild ambitions, but he also has such a thorough understanding of civil administration and martial arts and enriching the country and strengthening the army. Under the leadership of Wang Junlin, any expansion must be done without leaving any hidden dangers.
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Wei Zheng knew that teahouses and taverns were always the best place to understand a place.
Seeing the magnificent Fan Yang Tea House in front of him, he followed two young men wearing blue Fan Yang College student uniforms and walked into the tea house.
As soon as he entered the door, the thick curtains were lowered, and Wei Zheng found that the hustle and bustle of the market was immediately blocked out by the curtains.
It turned out to be a world of small bridges and flowing water. Flowers and trees with thick branches and leaves divided a tea house in Nuo Da into countless small worlds.
The two young men obviously had an appointment with someone else, so when they entered, they were led by a waiter to a private room full of bamboos.
Wei Zheng carefully observed a peach blossom with his hands behind his back. He always felt that something was wrong. Where did the peach blossom come from at this time? Especially this peach blossom was rigid and lifeless. When he looked at it with his hand, he laughed silently. The branches were real.
The branches, the delicate peach blossoms on them were made of a material he had never seen before.
A waiter in green clothes and a small hat stood behind with a smile, without urging, waiting for Wei Zheng to say something so that he could come forward to serve him.
Wei Zheng returned his hand, smiled and said to the waiter: "Take me wherever there are many people. I have been alone for too long on this journey."
The waiter had no doubt that there were too many outsiders coming to the teahouse to get some news. He quickly saluted and said: "Since you like the excitement, sir, you might as well move to the teahouse. There happens to be a tea doctor cooking tea and a storyteller telling stories.
It couldn’t be more lively.”
Wei Zheng nodded and followed the man who was leading the way, passing through a patch of green vines and then walking through a long corridor. Suddenly, there was an empty space in front of him.
The waiter stretched his neck and glanced at the teahouse, pointed to a table next to him and said with a smile: "You came at the right time. The tea doctor is making the first tea, and the storyteller Zhang Laoba is also preparing to give a folk talk.
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Wei Zheng smiled and followed the waiter to the table. He ordered some fine cakes and asked for a pot of tea. He slowly sipped the tea and waited to hear the scholar's talk.
Storytellers have already appeared in the Han Dynasty, but they are not very popular in the Sui Dynasty today. They became completely popular after Xiaoyu Theater quickly opened branches in counties and counties all over the world.
In the past, storytellers could only gather a few or five people in the marketplace or countryside to tell stories about strange things, legends about strangers, folk stories in temples, heroes in troubled times, etc.
Later, it gradually moved into teahouses, goulan, and tile shops, and there were new changes. The content became more refined and the stories became more exciting.
But now, because of Xiaoyu Theater, it has become popular all over the world mainly in the form of talking about the past and the present.
Theater tickets at Xiaoyu Theater are relatively more expensive. In these troubled times, there are fewer and fewer wealthy people, so every time the storyteller is heard, people gather to hear the wonderful stories. Some of them yell and scold, and shed tears.
There are some who are happy and happy, and there are also many who are happy and happy.
Wei Zheng has been working hard these days, so sitting in a teahouse, tasting tea, and listening to stories is a very pleasant thing for him, especially when the storyteller of Fanyang Teahouse rings the ruler, Wei Zheng's face becomes warm.
His smile looked even more comfortable.
No one else, just because this storyteller didn't talk about any weird things today, but he talked about the great battle last year in which the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty was besieged by the Turks, and the armies of all the counties in the world served the king.
In the storyteller's mouth, King Qin'an killed countless enemies like a demon, with a giant sword like a living dragon, a blood-maned demon horse under his crotch, red eyes, and fangs on his mouth. King Qin'an charged alone.
Entering the 400,000-strong Turkic camp, one man fought against the 400,000-strong Turkic army alone, disrupting the Turkic army formation and making the whole sky cold.
After experiencing the initial shock, Wei Zheng soon calmed down, enjoying his tea and nuts while listening to the exaggerated words from the storyteller's mouth.
Amidst the continuous cheers of the crowd, the storyteller finally finished telling the story. According to Wei Zheng's understanding of the story in the dialogue, this story should become a favorite story of the storyteller named Zhang Laoba.
It's very good in terms of fun, storytelling, and characterization. It's a rare story.
At the same time, he also discovered an interesting phenomenon, that is, this story was definitely not made up by storytellers on the street. Some of the words were not told by storytellers at all. They should have been carefully processed by thoughtful people.
Excellent product.
But he didn't know that this was the intention to welcome the king's arrival. Whether it was Xiaoyu Theater or other teahouses and restaurants, everyone from the lowest level soldiers to the commanders of each battalion to ordinary people and officials needed to have a belief.
During this period, the cohesion of the people of King Junlin's group was very effective, which could greatly improve the efficiency of operations and make the people have full confidence in the group of King Qin'an who ruled them.
Although Wei Zheng didn't know what Wang Junlin meant, he was an outstanding person with a long-lasting reputation after all. He vaguely felt that this was good. The world was ignorant and liked to listen to these things that suited their own tastes. This would help unite the people, improve the morale of the army and make them willing to die.
All have great benefits.
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When Wei Zheng came out of the teahouse, Liu Ziming had been waiting downstairs for a long time.
Wei Zheng was shocked when his whereabouts were discovered by the Far Eastern Army court. You must know that he did not tell anyone about his eastward trip except his own son at home, and the most important thing was that he was just a nobody.
Immediately after learning that the person who came to pick him up turned out to be a prime minister-like figure under Wang Junlin's command, he was naturally surprised and confused. After all, although he was quite proud, he also believed that he was qualified to have such treatment. In Wuyang County,
There is still some fame, but not many people know about it in the whole world.
No matter why Wang Junlin values himself so much, this thing is a bit strange, but no matter what, it is always a good thing to be valued and looked upon highly by others.
Liu Ziming personally took Wei Zheng and his party to Fanyang County Post House to settle down, and personally hosted a banquet to wash away the dust.