The governor of a state, the official of a feudal territory, the parent of hundreds of millions of people, just sobbing and bowing to admit his mistake in front of everyone.
This scene is undoubtedly extremely impactful to the people inside and outside Qingzhou City.
It was evening and the wind was blowing loudly.
As the sound drifted, silence fell inside and outside Qingzhou City.
For a time, even the commotion of the refugee team became quiet. They looked at the old man in front of the carriage with awe, grievance, and tears.
"Nie Wendong..."
Hearing this voice, Yang Yu's movements slowed down and his expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty.
Nie Wendong's reputation was pretty good in Qingzhou, but based on what he saw and heard along the way, Yang Yu really couldn't regard him as a parent-official who cared about the people.
But this scene now...
"Amitabha."
Jiese clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name for a long time, and was a little surprised:
"The young monk seems to have never heard of Yizhou admitting his mistake in front of his parents' city. This Master Nie is really..."
There is something moving about rebooting.
No one could find anything wrong with this situation, but he always felt something strange in his heart.
How could a good official who was devoted to his duties and caring about his parents wait until the refugees came to Qingzhou City before taking any action?
"He He……"
On the city tower, the expressions of the generals of the Qingzhou Army changed, as if they had not expected such a situation at all.
"What does he want to do..."
Yuan Jingying murmured to himself.
Looking at the old man who sincerely admitted his mistake and seemed to care about the people, I felt chills running down my spine and numbness in my scalp.
What's going on with this old guy?
But the next moment, he knew.
"Wendong is well aware of the suffering of all the fellow villagers. Although the imperial court has not yet given permission, Wendong is still determined to open a warehouse to release grain! If there is any accountability from above, I, Nie Wendong, will bear the responsibility!"
Nie Wendong said, bowing long:
"It is necessary for you elders to have somewhere to live and have food. Only in this way can I be forgiven for my sins!"
"..."
The sound echoed outside the city, and the response was complete silence.
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched and he looked back at Jingse, who also frowned and whispered:
"This person has evil intentions!"
Treacherous yet loyal!
Just after the first call, Yang Yu was still a little shaken, suspecting that he had misunderstood this state pastor before. Maybe he was just incompetent and not a villain.
But as he spoke for the second time, there was a sneer in his heart.
Opening warehouses to release grain to help the victims has been done by people in all dynasties. Even if it is not allowed, it is mostly a meritorious service. Why do you need to die?
What's more, this old guy's voice is too loud and his emotions are too good.
He has obviously practiced...
"Master Qingtian!"
Following Nie Wendong's long bow and his admission of guilt full of sadness, a cry rang out from the vast ranks of refugees.
"Sir, please save us..."
A cry rang out, as if it was contagious. The refugees, who had traveled long distances and many of whom had lost relatives and friends, could not recognize the tears and sobs.
When we finally arrived, it seemed like tens of thousands of people were crying.
The momentum was so great that the soldiers at the top of Qingzhou City couldn't help but rub their eyes, and the hands holding their weapons were a little wet.
"grown ups…"
Behind the carriage, Yu Wanghai stood with his hands hanging down. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be touched in his heart:
"Is this the prestige of the Ming Dynasty?"
"grown ups…"
Amid the wailing all over the sky, the old servant standing beside the carriage with his hands lowered slightly frowned and looked at the carriage.
In the chariot, an old man with white robes, who looked like an old farmer, held his granddaughter's hand and looked at the ranks of wailing refugees everywhere.
Bowing once and speaking twice caused thousands of people to weep and howl. Is this because Nie Wendong's prestige is so grand and his means are so high?
no.
Through this scene, he saw something deeper.
From the Qin Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, there were three thousand years of dynasty changes. The Ming Dynasty was not the most vast territory, nor was it the first in civil and martial arts, but its prestige among the people was unparalleled.
In a daze, he seemed to have seen the beginning of the founding of the country.
It was also in this Qingzhou City that a small man, with a big imperial edict on his head, spent twelve years entering Kyoto.
In one fell swoop, the entire officialdom of Qingzhou was overthrown, and the blood of the gentry dyed the Qingzhou moat red.
This incident once caused a sensation in the world, and even made people in Qingzhou surrender. The Qingzhou Army was also born at that time.
Until now, four hundred years later, they are all powerful soldiers in the world.
Once upon a time, this was all a lie: a king should be sincere to his people, and the people should be loyal to him.
pity……
"Taizu..."
Xu Wenji let out a long sigh, feeling sour in his heart.
Nie Wendong, Nie Wendong.
Did you know that what you have trampled on is not only the law and people's hearts, but also the people's last trust in the court!
"grandfather……"
Listening to the cries one after another, the little girl shrank back in fear.
"grown ups?"
The old servant frowned slightly.
"Brother Huang, please accompany me for a walk around this dragon's pond and tiger's den!"
Xu Wenji smiled slightly.
Huang Sixiang smiled back and bowed slightly:
"That's what I wish for!"
Xu Wenji nodded slightly, and the old servant led the horse forward. Passing somewhere, he whispered:
"Sir, that little guy seems to have noticed us."
Xu Wenji looked sideways, and in the far corner of the crowd, a young man with a sword and a big bow on his back was looking at him with a frown, and couldn't help but nod and smile back.
"The old man..."
The frown on his brows relaxed, and Yang Yu's heart moved slightly as he guessed the old man's identity.
Yes.
Only this old man has this ability and the courage to gather the refugees here.
Gululu~
The carriage passed by, and all the refugees backed away with awe and gratitude.
"Um?"
On top of the city, Yuan Jingying and others' hearts skipped a beat.
As the carriage drove out of the crowd, an indescribable aura instantly made them nervous.
"That is……"
Nie Wendong's pupils shrank, and a smile appeared in his heart:
"It's really you!"
When he received the news that a large number of refugees were coming to Qingzhou, the first thing he thought of was his late-blooming classmate.
Except for him, no one would have such courage.
Such ability.
He glanced slightly behind him, Yu Wanghai nodded slightly, and as he took a step, he made a deep sound:
"Who is coming?"
boom!
There was a loud thunder on the ground.
This loud shout was much louder than Nie Wendong's, and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"The carriage..."
The abstaining monk is a hindsight.
But he also had strong senses, and at a glance, he also noticed an unusual aura.
The aura of the old man leading the horse was calm and indistinct, but in his senses, it was as powerful as a mountain, giving him a strong sense of danger.
"he is……"
Before Yang Yu finished speaking, he heard an old and strong voice blasting through the crowd, resounding throughout Qingzhou:
"Yunzhou, Xu Wenji!"
Xu Wenji?!
As the voice echoed, everyone in Qingzhou City was shocked, but there were also some guesses, and it was not too shocking.
"he came……"
A playful smile appeared at the corner of Yuan Jingying's mouth. He looked around at his colleagues, half-smiling but not smiling:
"It's fun to watch!"
The other Qingzhou generals were stunned for a moment, and then they all reacted, either sneering or joking.
"Xu, Master Xu?!"
There was really an uproar among the refugee team.
Even though some people had long been suspicious of this old man who comforted the refugees and summoned everyone to Qingzhou, they never expected that this shabby old man with only a servant and a carriage.
It will be the world-famous veteran Xu Wenji.
That's Xu Wenji!
From the small town of Yunzhou to the land of Gyeonggi, there are many famous elders from several dynasties all over the world!
Stories about his deeds are widely spread in the three states of Qingyun, and even some children are familiar with this name.
Perhaps they were too shocked, so the refugees' cries stopped, and everyone looked at the carriage that was slowly driving towards the other side.
"It's actually him?"
The abstaining monk's heart was slightly shaken, and his expression suddenly became complicated.
"Do you recognize this Master Xu?"
Yang Yuwei was a little surprised.
"More than just acquaintance? In the martial arts world, Master Xu is also very famous."
The abstaining monk has a complicated expression:
“Have you ever heard of ‘governing the country in ten directions’?”
"I've heard a little bit about it."
Yang Yu was slightly stunned.
Ruling the country in ten directions should be regarded as the beginning of Mr. Xu's real entry into the eyes of the world. It is also the point where he has been criticized.
Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao in the Xifu, was seriously injured due to the failure of the mountain expedition and lived in seclusion for many years. The same seems to be true for King Longyuan.
"Cut down the mountains to destroy and clean up the rivers and lakes."
The abstaining monk shook his head slightly:
"With just eight words, many martial arts sects have lost their inheritance..."
"The purpose of counting the sects in the world is not to destroy them all, but to clean up the places where filth and people live in evil. If the inheritance of those who commit crimes is broken, it will be broken. What's the big deal?"
Yang Prison disagreed.
Xu Wenji himself took back the "Ten Directions of Governing the Country". This is what really makes him criticized.
call!
The cold wind is blowing.
Outside the moat, one mile apart, two carriages faced each other.
"Brother Xu came from afar and worked hard, but he couldn't welcome him from afar. It's really a sin, a sin."
Nie Wendong held his hand from a distance, quite enthusiastically.
A mile away, Xu Wenji didn't even get out of the car. He just raised the car curtain, glanced at him lightly, and put it down again:
"Master Nie's years of hard work are not in vain. Today's Qingzhou is becoming more and more sparsely populated. The land annexation problem that has been a headache for emperors and generals of all dynasties has been greatly alleviated in Qingzhou!"
"Qingzhou is a bitter and cold place after all. Brother Xu has been living in Kyoto for a long time. Maybe there is a misunderstanding. Why don't you go back to the city and have a detailed chat?"
Being ridiculed in person, Nie Wendong's expression remained unchanged, but his smile faded a bit.
"We were classmates once, but we are not good friends. We don't talk to each other, not even half a sentence. I don't like talking in detail, and it makes you suffer even more!"
Xu Wenji's attitude was indifferent, he lowered the car curtain and walked slowly into the city.
"Xu Dufu..."
Watching the carriage go away, Nie Wendong's face turned green and red.
After a long while, Nie Wendong's expression returned to normal. He waved his hand and asked a group of soldiers to come forward to resettle the refugees.
"Sir, Xu Wenji's visit is not a good one..."
There was no one else around, so Yu Wanghai came forward full of worry.
"He is not a good person? I'll just wait and see..."
Looking at the chaotic mass of refugees in front of the moat, Nie Wendong's eyes filled with disgust and he turned around indifferently: