A complete, successful and ambitious man pursues two things.
The first is the jade seal passed down to the country.
Second, there are temples everywhere.
I really can’t find Jia Liu, the legendary imperial seal. The high imitation version made by Shuan Zhu was seen through by Lao Yang at a glance. It’s really a loss of status, and I’m not even in the mood to play the trick of being ordered by heaven, otherwise it will be a disaster if it doesn’t work.
A laughing stock in history.
He still cherishes feathers.
Therefore, we can only focus on another supreme achievement of men - giving birth to temples everywhere.
Lisheng ancestral temple is a belief of the Chinese people, so the name suggests that it is to build an ancestral temple for a living person, worship it with incense day and night, and pray for the person's good health and long life.
Only those who govern the people with virtue and have great hope for the people can enjoy the special and high honor of living in the temple.
They are probably the most powerful beings in Chinese history, second only to saints.
Jia Liu also thought about becoming a saint, but his theoretical level is a bit poor. At present, he has not produced any works comparable to Confucianism and Yangming's Xue Xue.
The publicity reports about his ideas have never been integrated into a system and formed a "Jia Shuo".
Fan Wei and Shuan Zhu are actually doing this work, but the results are obviously not very good, and they will definitely need to be strengthened in the future.
At present, it is still feasible to build a living temple, and it is also in line with the spirit of seeking truth from facts.
Jia Liu felt happy when he thought that the tablet with his name on it was placed in the main hall, and there was his handsome and majestic portrait on top of the tablet.
If nothing else happens, there will definitely be clay, bronze and gold statues of him popping up all over the country in the future.
The outside of the ancestral hall is filled with flowers, colorful flags are put up, banners are hung, etc., and three sticks of incense are burned for those who come.
On every first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, civil and military officials, gentry and common people would go to his ancestral temple to worship, chanting words to his portrait, bowing three times, and sincerely thanking Mr. Jia Jia for allowing them to live a happy life. It felt really good.
More sexy than playing with any number of women.
Ladies, the pleasure you give a man only lasts a second or two.
Living in a temple can make a man happy until he dies.
In Jia Liu's life, apart from his ambition to usurp the throne of Aisin Gioro and lead China to become rich and powerful, there was only one wish that would always live in the hearts of the people.
If all three are completed, even if he is only forty or fifty years old, he will take the initiative to abdicate the throne to the prince, so as not to become confused when he is old and cause witchcraft disasters like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.
As for why it is necessary to mobilize the people to build a shrine for Lord Jia Jia, instead of believing that the people will spontaneously and proactively build a shrine for Lord Jia Jia after benefiting from Lord Jia Jia.
The reason is that Jia Liu believes that the voices of the people, that is, public opinion, also need to be guided.
Without guidance, the people will be like a pile of scattered sand, and it will be difficult to build momentum.
He did not think it was a shame to lead the people to praise him.
In fact, what is the difference between doing good deeds without leaving a name, and not returning to your hometown to spend some time when you are rich?
I am indeed doing good things for the people, and what I pay is no longer energy and time, but tangible benefits.
Leaving aside other places, how much is the 3.2 million acres of flag land in Guangyongping Prefecture worth?
Even if it’s 50 taels per mu, that’s more than 15 million taels!
Real money and silver, not fake at all.
If Jia Liu didn't distinguish it, but sold it cheaply to the hundreds of thousands of Han tenants in Yongping Prefecture, how could he have collected millions of taels?
But he chose not to pay this huge sum of money and distribute it for free.
Because what he wants is not only fame, but also the power of spontaneous support from the people.
This power is iron, this power is steel.
Strangely, Jia Liu actually had a song coming from his heart.
"Your Excellency, you are so clever!"
Deputy Director Ding also realized the huge power contained in free distribution of flag fields and the huge influence it had on the people of Zhili, but he couldn't help but said: "In this way, you can be nine thousand years old."
"If you want to do it, just do it. What's the point of nine thousand years?"
Jia Liu waved his hand and retracted his head into the car, and continued to rest. He just closed his eyes for a few breaths, then straightened up again: "Mother Xipi, isn't that 9,000-year-old eunuch Wei Zhongxian!"
When I thought that I and Wei Zhongxian had actually thought of and got together, I suddenly felt uneasy.
I can't help but reconsider this matter.
It is a bit regretful to say that the Lisheng Temple was built, but it was a flaw that lowered the quality of the temple.
Zhenzong of Song Dynasty lowered the standard of Taishan Fengchan, and Wei Zhongxian the eunuch lowered the standard of Lisheng Temple.
Otherwise, this thing would be perfect.
But nothing is perfect in this world. Can you do the same for the people as Wei Zhongxian?
The eyes of the masses are so sharp!
History will also give him a fair evaluation of Guiziliu!
Thinking of this, he was immediately relieved, and the images of Ruxiu, Yuanyuan, Chunhua, Qinglian, and Shunguiren's bodies and expressions went through his mind over and over again. He hadn't tasted a girl for several months, and he regretted not bringing her with him.
If you have one, you can solve your personal needs even in the car if necessary.
Who is to blame?
He can only blame himself for insisting on creating a Qingtian image and fearing that having a woman around would affect his work. In the end, he is not the one who suffers.
This is also the difficulty of being a court official. You must always pay attention to your image.
After tossing and turning, he finally fell asleep.
These days, he sleeps less than four hours a day.
Normally, he needs to sleep at least six hours a day.
When I opened my eyes again, I had arrived at Yongping Fucheng.
"grown ups!"
The fourth-rank director of the governor's office and the manchu leader Amida from the third rank who arrived first, and the fourth-rank governor's guard captain Baozhu and others were waiting at the city gate.
The entire Yongping City was controlled by Jia Liu's guards and Guanmenman soldiers. All the guards at the four gates were replaced. It can be said that the city is now facing a formidable enemy.
"Have all the rebels been arrested?"
Jia Liu stood up lazily, shook his head and leaned out of the car window, taking from Shuan Zhu the previously verified materials related to the anti-Qing and Fuming groups in Yongping Prefecture.
After casually opening it and reading the first page, the cigarette that had been sticking to my mouth fell to the ground. I was so angry that I raised my hand and wanted to slap it.
"The poem "Moonlight by the Bed" was written by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. How does it have anything to do with the rebellion against the Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty? If you want to deal with someone else, you can't blame a deer for a horse and get involved randomly! If this matter spreads, it will not be you Yang who will be blamed.
Zhi’s face, it’s my young master’s face that’s been disgraced!”
Jia Liu was really angry. He thought Shuan Zhu had found some ironclad evidence, but unexpectedly he turned Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts" into an anti-Qing poem. This job was too rough.
"No, young master, this poem is indeed Li Bai's, but why did the man named Jiang hang this poem instead of hanging other people's poems in his study?"
"Master, are you thinking about Wang Mingsi's hometown? Is there any innuendo there?"
Shuan Zhu didn't think there was anything wrong with his analysis, so he insisted on his opinion and asked the young master to think again with his butt.
"this?"
When Shuan Zhu was reminded like this, Jia Liu's expression suddenly became solemn. A deputy department official hung a poem in his study by Wang Ming thinking about his hometown. Do you dare to say that there is nothing wrong with this official's thinking?
After taking a few breaths, he lowered his face and said in a cold voice: "Jiang Ashui is indeed suspected of insinuating the current dynasty and must be dealt with severely. But what does this person have to do with the anti-Qing and Fuming groups you mentioned?"
Jia Liu came here for a big case, not for a dean of students from the eighth grade. If Shuan Zhu had been messing around and ended up with this, then he would kill Shuan Zhu.