Chapter 237: Holding ten thousand with one, erecting a monument and writing a biography

Outside the city of Qufu County.

The main hall of the Buddha hall, under the gaze of everyone.

The rioting commoners outside the Buddha hall were moving their heads, stretching their necks to look inside; the core members inside the Buddha hall had different expressions, exchanging glances with their eyes.

Where the gazes gathered were He Xinyin and Ge Cheng, who were standing in silent confrontation.

Since Ge Cheng came out from the crowd and questioned He Xinyin, the two had been motionless for a long time.

He Xinyin was silent, only because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have misjudged the thief leader in front of him.

The thief leader in front of him, the words he just said, did not sound like a running dog of the gentry or a hawk dog of the wealthy at all; he actually looked like a hero of Liangshan!

The few core members earlier kept talking about the imperial court wanting to pursue and seize hidden households' taxes, and frequently rumored that the government's land survey was to increase the field taxes of the small people.

It was clear that they knew the truth, but just to muddy the water, they were talking nonsense.

Looking at the thief leader Ge Cheng in front of him, the words he said directly poked at the real pain point.

Where do taxes come from? The imperial court kept saying it was surveying fields and clearing households for the gentry and wealthy, but, can the small people really stay out of it?

Of course not.

How can there be any reason not to interfere with the people's livelihood when clearing tax sources!

Whether it is the wealthy or the small people, all depend on the fields to live, just like weeds and food, both growing in the ground.

Millions of *qing* of fields being turned over at once, officials of varying quality from the two capitals and thirteen provinces swinging hoes one after another, the project is huge, how can it be fine enough to remove weeds without damaging the food?

Corrupt officials who cannot be killed off often take this excellent opportunity to unscrupulously scrape the fat and cream of the people.

The good officials and capable officials layer by layer also cannot avoid overflowing the quota to seek merit, treating the wealthy and the grass people equally, doing their best to record fields and expand land, making the achievements look beautiful.

Coupled with the gentry and wealthy who have had their tax sources taken away by the imperial court, they naturally cannot bear to take off their luxurious python robes that exceed the system.

In order to maintain the income of the mansion, they can only tear off the last trace of warmth in front of the commoners, revealing bloody fangs to the tenant farmers and common people, knocking bones and sucking marrow day by day.

The common people want to stay out of it? When the time comes, families will be destroyed, children will be sold, and I don't know how many there will be!

If it weren't truly closely related to the people, this civil unrest in Shandong would not have been so easily incited.

He Xinyin naturally knew all this.

If it were in the past when he was mixing among the people to lecture, he would have been eloquent, sorting out the various ills of the land survey that harm the people clearly.

But He Xinyin at this time was not that folk leader who satirized current politics.

On the contrary, this time, he stood on the side of the imperial court—in terms of identity, he was a tax soldier of the Field Survey Office; in terms of public principle, he wanted to witness the Emperor's reform and salvation of the country with his own eyes; in terms of the path, he wanted to participate in the imperial court's practice himself.

He Xinyin, whose vision had been raised by the Emperor, inevitably stood from the standpoint of the world's overall situation to look at things.

Even if he knew the ills of these bad policies clearly, he had no reason not to support the land survey!

Do we have to wait until one day the world is beaten into a mess, and then wait for the new dynasty to open the country, and calmly clear households and survey fields when the people are exhausted and the world has not yet formed?

Then what are we, these Confucian scholars and heroes, talking about saving the country and the people?

Just wait to be the remnants of the previous dynasty.

Unfortunately, these thoughts sounded righteous, but in the end, they were diametrically opposed to the standpoint of these common people.

Pitying the suffering of the common people, yet knowing deeply that the world situation had to be done, righteousness collided with righteousness, and he was caught in a dilemma by Ge Cheng's questioning in a hurry.

How could He Xinyin respond to Ge Cheng?

Is it a light sentence of sacrificing the small self for the big picture? Or a shameless persuasion of "if there is misfortune, start over"? He couldn't even say "tenant farmers should think for the imperial court, if I don't accompany the binding, who will?"

He Xinyin could not say these words.

With waves surging in his heart and silence on his face, outsiders only saw the long silence inside the Buddha hall.

At this time, Ge Cheng suddenly sneered.

Perhaps seeing He Xinyin speechless, the thief leader's face seemed to have a bit more skin-smile: "Did He Daxia think that as long as you descended from the sky and revealed your identity, we would suddenly wake up, turn our weapons and kneel, and be grateful?"

Hearing this, He Xinyin wanted to speak but stopped, yet still remained silent.

Ge Cheng just took He Xinyin's action as acquiescence and said unceremoniously: "So although I respect He Daxia, I look down on this kind of dog-fart 'pleading for the people' from the bottom of my heart."

"Whenever the articles write about us poor people, they repeat those words over and over: miserable, tragic, bitter, sad; over and over that face, crying without tears, numb and heartless, complaining about heaven and earth, as if no one can laugh."

"Writing about it is one thing, but meeting it is even more incredible."

"When the poor complain, it's foolish and ignorant, deceived by others; when the poor cry for injustice, it's being bewitched by others to help count money."

"When the Zhu family opened the country, the world followed, abandoning the Yuan for the Han; it wasn't that we poor people understood reason, it was that the Zhu family had virtue and moved the ignorance. When the imperial court does not practice benevolence and righteousness, and we poor people don't like it, it's immediately that we were bewitched and don't understand the imperial court's difficulties."

"In short, in the eyes of 'Confucian style,' as long as they satisfy their own transcendent moral sentiments, it is enough. As for us poor people, we are not worthy of having our own ideas."

As soon as the voice fell, bursts of laughter immediately sounded outside the Buddha hall.

Self-mockery, bitter shaking of heads, and awkward laughter in agreement.

Ge Cheng spoke while stepping over the threshold, standing on the edge of the courtyard outside the Buddha hall, his gaze sweeping over the black-pressed commoners in front of him.

His words were full of accusations, and the meaning was clearly expressed.

Negotiating with the imperial court was indeed the expectation of the public, but the premise was that these high-ranking masters like He Xinyin had to realize that the poor were people—living people with their own demands, their own motives, and their own ideas!

Some of these gathered followers are tenant farmers from the manors on the opposite bank; in earlier years, to avoid the poll tax, they voluntarily surrendered themselves as slaves to the masters. This time, with the land measurement and household registration, the masters feared that concealing the population would violate the imperial court's taboos, so they simply kicked the people out.

Some were small workers in the mill; recently, the major manors stopped farming, and the masters' mills had no business, so only long-term workers were left in the mill, and all the small workers were stopped.

Clients not in the register, because of the land survey, were to be collected into the fields; reclaiming wasteland to avoid taxes, now forced to pay taxes again; and even being extorted by the runners...

The imperial court always thought these people were beasts without knowledge or feeling, constantly posting notices and sending documents to say some muddled words.

It can be called scratching an itch from outside the boot.

Dissatisfaction with the great policy was the raging fire of this civil unrest!

He Xinyin's appearance of thinking that as long as he persuaded him, Ge Cheng, he could call a thousand people to respond, was also treating the common people as beasts without knowledge or feeling.

To say something unpleasant, he, Ge Cheng, counts for a fart!

Even if he, Ge Cheng, raised his banner to rebel and died in defeat, these poor people could throw away their weapons and armor and go home to continue living their lives.

As long as He Xinyin could not face these common people today, no matter how good, righteous, and proper his words sounded, this civil unrest would not stop!

He Xinyin followed behind Ge Cheng and walked slowly over the threshold.

He followed Ge Cheng's gaze and swept over the black-pressed commoners in front of him.

Being pointed at by Ge Cheng and scolded, He Xinyin did not have any angry emotions in his heart.

Instead, he was a bit dazed.

Debating classics with the Emperor, being mercilessly ridiculed by the Emperor, not having a transcendent vision of high-level planning, not worthy of pointing fingers at the court situation.

Now wanting to persuade the common people, he was despised by Ge Cheng, called pleading for the people, but it was just satisfying his own nihilistic moral realization.

Violating the law with martial arts, disturbing the law with literature, he truly became a "Confucian hero" that everyone sees and dislikes.

Stuck in classical theories for decades, suddenly throwing himself into practice, he was actually this lost and helpless.

He Xinyin stood by Ge Cheng's side, silent for a long time.

After a while, He Xinyin sighed in his heart and accepted all the lessons.

Eyes not peeking at the sky, feet not touching the ground, the path is long, but it will be reached if you walk.

After cheering up a bit, He Xinyin finally had an action.

He leaned close to Ge Cheng, his lips moving slightly, his voice like a mosquito: "I don't know which path the General Ge is a friend of?"

The voice sounded vaguely in Ge Cheng's ear, causing his brows to frown.

Ge Cheng turned his head and glanced at He Xinyin, wondering if this He Daxia understood his meaning at all, how did he suddenly climb up the friendship of the path?

The so-called path refers to the greenwood path.

The path is mostly wild grass, and also a synonym for righteous people.

He Xinyin is naturally a person with a name in the rivers and lakes.

For many years, he has "frequently changed names, traced strangely in the rivers and lakes, traveled the four seas as a hero," and because he cast off his family background and regarded power and luck as mustard, he was uniquely close to the common people and was admired by the heroes on the path all year round.

To use Wang Shizhen's historical conclusion, He Xinyin and Shao Chuxiu are both great heroes.

Ge Cheng thought for a moment, turned his head and waved his hand, signaling the core members not to approach.

Ignoring the dissatisfied gazes behind him, Ge Cheng turned to the side and responded to He Xinyin with a blank face: "I am a stranger, I have been growing for a long time, now I am a little water roller, and I have been running wild on the Jishui for several years."

"I am valued by the fellow villagers, and I am carrying a shoulder for today's matter."

Since He Xinyin asked about the path, Ge Cheng naturally returned the black talk.

"Tiger Gold Frame." He Xinyin moved half a step toward Ge Cheng again, almost leaning together.

This is He Xinyin's original surname, the black talk for the Liang surname, Ge Cheng, as a person on the path, naturally knows it clearly.

This is clearly the meaning of reporting the family door.

Ge Cheng hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth with a muffled voice: "There are too many vines, so I won't report them."

He Xinyin was a bit surprised to see Ge Cheng, this means there are too many fake names—it is obvious that the name Ge Cheng is also a fake name.

"Have you walked the chain?"

People in the rivers and lakes value fame; if there is no case on them, they will not frequently change their faces.

Ge Cheng had a blank face: "I have lost the wind a few times, last time I stepped on a big one, and friends helped but didn't wash it clean."

"Receiving the God of Wealth?"

"Seeking justice."

He Xinyin was thoughtful.

People in the rivers and lakes, spread all over the four seas, and each walking their own path, inevitably encounter situations where they meet friends on the path like this.

To avoid killing each other and ruining the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, a set of rules for the rivers and lakes was born early.

Before the two sides conflict, first say a secret language, perform the ceremony of "heroes recognizing heroes," and explore the mountain head and origin of the other party from the words—that is, south spring and north code, combined into one, which is the lip code.

If the two sides can connect, then give each other face and follow the rules of the rivers and lakes; if they cannot connect, then naturally there is no face, and the heart becomes iron and stone.

As the saying goes, the root of the world is relatives, the eight styles of the world are one family, just say the friend's words, and you will never go wrong walking the ends of the earth.

According to the rivers and lakes cut, bodyguards are *xiang gua*, called "occupying a line of land"; nursing homes are *nei gua*, called "occupying a tower of land"; greenwood is "friend."

The two just went back and forth, one question and one answer, saying friend words.

For example, when asking about the origin, *dao mian* is east, *yang mian* is south, and for example, *tang lian zi* is imprisonment, *jie cai shen* is kidnapping for wealth, *tao gong dao* is rivers and lakes grievances.

All kinds of things, not exhaustive.

The two went back and forth, up to this point, still looking like they were talking about origins and climbing friendship.

But immediately after, He Xinyin raised his head suddenly and stared at Ge Cheng: "The old man can make a sincere response to the land survey matter, but is General Ge sincerely wanting to listen?"

Ge Cheng turned his head in astonishment.

He Xinyin did not give Ge Cheng time to think, reached out and grabbed Ge Cheng's wrist.

The former lowered his voice, his teeth clenched tightly: "General Ge, rivers and lakes rules, give a standard letter!"

It is no wonder He Xinyin moved out the rivers and lakes rules to rely on the old and sell the old.

He could not figure out Ge Cheng's path, and facing his ambiguous attitude, he simply went straight to the point.

What is meant by whether he is sincerely wanting to listen?

Is it really seeing injustice and standing up for the people, or is it entrusted by others, intentionally making things difficult for the land survey.

Is it really as he said, thinking of the common people, in order to seek a way out, sincerely negotiating even if he dies; or is it fishing in troubled waters, using this negotiation to raise his prestige and get rid of the restraint of these core members beside him.

This directly determined He Xinyin's response—whether to follow Ge Cheng's rhythm, sincerely analyze the pros and cons of the great policy for the people, or simply take back the initiative and play the power technique of forcing and inducing Confucian heroes.

Of course, rivers and lakes rules may not be useful, but leaning close, the person's reaction is hard to fake.

He Xinyin stared at Ge Cheng with burning eyes, observing the emotions revealed by every wrinkle on his face.

Ge Cheng was not afraid at all and met He Xinyin's gaze directly.

At this time, the two were rubbing shoulders and whispering, which looked very wrong in the eyes of outsiders.

The followers below only thought He Xinyin was confused and preparing to threaten their leader.

Before Ge Cheng could answer, someone in the field could not sit still and scolded angrily: "Old man, why are you pulling so hard! Let go of our big brother!"

The core members in the Buddha hall saw their leader and an outsider being intimate for a long time, and were already anxious, fearing that the two would collude and ruin the master's instructions.

At this time, the opportunity finally came, and several people seized the opportunity and walked quickly to the front from the Buddha hall.

Among them, a core member with a gutter nose squeezed between the two and turned to squeeze a stiff smile at Ge Cheng: "General Ge, the public discussion just decided by both sides, the brothers are all watching. If you have anything to say, you have to say it openly, everyone listen together, discuss together."

As soon as the words came out, several echoes immediately sounded.

"This makes sense. Since He Xinyin has become a running dog of the imperial court, the General should stay away, so as not to be hurt by this scoundrel."

"Isn't it? What words can't be heard by our own brothers? Whispering, it's easy to ruin the trust of our own brothers."

Several people said one sentence after another, and in the blink of an eye, they separated He Xinyin and surrounded Ge Cheng in the middle.

He Xinyin was helplessly pried away from grabbing Ge Cheng's hand, so he had to look over these core members and stare at Ge Cheng.

Just at this moment.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! *

Three consecutive slaps.

Everyone raised their heads to look.

Only to see Ge Cheng raise both hands and print them together heavily without haste.

"He Daxia just asked me in a roundabout way why I wanted to carry the shoulder for this matter, whether it was killing and arson to seek recruitment, or being bold enough to rebel, and what benefits I wanted to get from it."

Accompanied by the clapping of hands, a loud voice sounded in the field.

The thick arms were held in his chest by Ge Cheng, and he lightly bumped away a core member blocking his front with his bee-waist and tiger-back, and walked to the place where everyone's eyes were focused again.

Heroic momentum, shocking words, elegant demeanor, simply a living thief leader style.

Ge Cheng looked around: "Negotiation requires sincerity."

"I asked first, and He Daxia should have answered well, responding to our dissatisfaction and showing the sincerity of the negotiation, so that things can be talked about."

"Unfortunately, I am mixed in the path, the official face, the hero, the predecessor are in front, and I have to put on airs and reverse the guest, so I have to take it." "Since this is the case, I will show my sincerity first."

A series of light-car-familiar actions showed his rich experience in walking the rivers and lakes for many years.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the initiative again.

The noise outside the hall slowly stopped, several core members were suppressed and had no sense of existence, and the eager gazes of the followers were full of conviction.

"He Daxia asked why I wanted to take the lead, actually it's very simple."

"I have always been against the government."

Ge Cheng said while pushing away several core members and sat on the threshold with a *plop*.

"I have been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and I have seen many official-people disputes, so the lives I have stained are countless."

"A few years ago, a prefect named Zhuang Yi in Zhejiang retired and snatched the salt fields of local wealthy farmers. That farmer begged me, so I saw injustice and helped, tricked the prefect to the sea, sliced the prefect into hundreds of pieces, and pickled him in the salt land."

"Further back, there was a censor surnamed Yang, because the servant was a half-grown boy and did things clumsily, he threw the boy into the snow and froze him to death. After I heard it, I found an opportunity to stab Hai Yushi Yang to death in a brothel."

"Oh right, this year Hangzhou Prefecture broke out another old injustice case. Someone went out to work for several years without news, so the government determined that he was murdered by someone, and found a murderer to be sliced. This year, the 'deceased' returned home, but the government still bit to death and refused to reverse the case."

"I was angry for a while, so I took advantage of our Cao Gang sending goods at the beginning of the year and went to Hangzhou, and by the way, tied the case-handling Nie constable back to the ship. Unfortunately, this scoundrel only confessed to attacking Pangu when the world was opened, and didn't hold on and died. The confession is still in this temple."

Ge Cheng said this, turned around and raised his hand to point in front of the Buddha statue.

He spread his hands and looked at He Xinyin seriously: "I am different from He Daxia, I can't get involved with those high-ranking imperial court officials, and I don't understand the set of fighting for power and profit. I walk the rivers and lakes, only doing the simplest things, hoeing the strong and helping the weak!"

"This time, it's the same."

The words were sincere, and the tone was sincere.

He Xinyin listened quietly and could not help but be moved.

Especially after hearing the sentence of hoeing the strong and helping the weak, He Xinyin pursed his lips and nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Ge Cheng felt relieved and smiled.

He was sincerely hoping that He Xinyin would not misunderstand him, treating him as a person with deep scheming, calculating on both sides, only for gold and silver treasures, or recruitment as an official.

Ge Cheng poked the old cases out all at once, just hoping that He Xinyin would understand that he was a real rivers and lakes person.

Rivers and lakes people, and the storybook have a consistent side, nothing more than pulling gangs and fighting and killing.

At the same time, it is different from the beautified processing of "staying away from politics and calling oneself a unity," and it is basically difficult to have an existence separated from politics.

Or rather, whether one can participate in politics has always been the standard of a "hero."

Famous heroes in the world are all implementing their own will and exerting influence on the court situation.

In the beginning, Lan Daoxing calculated Yan Song, Shao Chuxiu planned "restoring the prime minister" for Gao Gong during the Longqing period, and Wang Zhi called himself king and built a system to trade, all of which were like this.

As for the figures who are important in a province, they are often opening gangs and establishing schools, setting up cards to collect taxes, and are the surface and interior with local gentry and government.

For example, the Zhang family of Taicang who recruited desperate men, and even the Cao Gang where Ge Cheng relied on the Zhang family's relationship for these years, are mostly this status quo.

The worst ones are the lone travelers who do not touch power.

Can only fight alone, shouting about walking the hero's righteousness, doing the work of robbing the rich and helping the poor, Ge Cheng is like this.

Although this Shandong matter has the secret instruction of the Taicang Zhang family, it is also real that he is willing to take the lead himself.

Only, this time is different from the past, he met He Xinyin—a hero on the path with a diametrically opposite standpoint.

The more nameless the hero, the more he admires the great hero who manipulates the wind and clouds and shakes the situation.

Ge Cheng has always respected He Xinyin.

Killing corrupt officials and resisting harsh taxes, calculating the traitorous prime minister Yan Song, traveling the world to lecture, posting remonstrance to the Emperor... it is simply a rivers and lakes legend.

When the rivers and lakes legend stands on the opposite side, it is truly not a good experience.

It even made Ge Cheng doubt himself for a while.

Whether He Xinyin betrayed the rivers and lakes righteousness, or he, Ge Cheng, walked the wrong path.

The ambiguity that He Xinyin perceived is generally derived from this.

Because even Ge Cheng himself was truly hesitating.

He just wanted to argue clearly with the great hero in front of him, who was wrong.

Ge Cheng sat on the threshold like this, saying things that would lose his head regardless of others.

"I am not afraid of raising a banner to rebel."

Speaking of this moment, it can be called shocking to others.

Not only did the few core members behind Ge Cheng change color, but the common people in the courtyard were even more buzzing, shrinking their necks together.

Ge Cheng ignored it, his voice raised by another three points: "In the thirty-second year of Jiajing, Shi Shangzhao led a mere three hundred starving people to rebel, not a few months later, he had tens of thousands of troops, fought in three provinces, broke dozens of government, department, and county cities, killed ten thousand government troops, I may not be worse than Shi Shangzhao, and it is easy to get a reputation before I die."

"However, at that time it was a natural disaster, the people starved to death without count, the relief granaries left by the Taizu were empty, and the relief silver became the luxurious jewelry of corrupt officials, the people really had no way to live."

"Now it is a man-made disaster, the imperial court and the gentry are fighting, forcing us to stop farming and striking, paying taxes and returning fields, although the destruction of the family and death is in front of us, at least the road has not been completely blocked."

Ge Cheng said this, turned his head, and his gaze swept back and forth between the core members and He Xinyin.

He paused, slowly stood up from the threshold, faced the followers in the courtyard, and spoke decisively and meaningfully: "I neither seek wealth nor officialdom, just don't want to see the fellow villagers become ants who died in vain under the gods' fighting!"

"I will give a standard letter here, as long as the masters promise a way out for the poor, I will sell this cheap life of mine!"

When writing to this scene.

He Xinyin was full of emotion, and the pen in his hand paused.

In the dim folk house, a kerosene lamp was lit.

Writing a biography is not an overnight thing, organizing the sights and sounds of that day and compiling them into an appendix is also an indispensable thing.

It's just that as a participant, the sense of substitution is too strong, every sentence He Xinyin wrote, he felt that the scene at that time appeared in front of his eyes one by one.

He Xinyin took a deep breath, prepared to resolve the extra mood, and continued to write.

Just at this moment.

He suddenly stopped his pen and slowly raised his head to look outside the house.

Creation often avoids disturbance, but if there is wind and grass moving, the thoughts will stop, He Xinyin's reaction, it is clear that a guest came outside the house.

Sure enough.

A respectful greeting, accompanied by a knock on the door, passed into the house together: "Teacher, the county yamen has sent a message."

He Xinyin's mood was suddenly pulled back to reality, he put down his pen and stood up, and walked to the door in two or three steps.

Pulling open the door, borrowing the thin moonlight outside the house, He Xinyin saw the face of the visitor, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's Zhonghao, come in and speak."

Feng Congwu followed He Xinyin into the house.

The countryside is not like the city, the folk house is simple, but not narrow, and the two standing together is more than enough.

He Xinyin sat back behind the desk, looking at this calm student in front of him, and could not help but sigh: "Others feel that the folk house is bitter and cold, and are unwilling to step in, only Zhonghao is happy and self-satisfied."

This "others" naturally refers to other disciples under the door.

Compared with others, the student named Feng Congwu in front of him, although he has been studying under the door for the shortest time, is the one who has truly received the true biography.

Feng Congwu bowed modestly, and did not forget the business: "Teacher, Shen Butang and Provincial Governor Yu are going to the Kong family tomorrow, and sent a letter asking you to go together."

He Xinyin was startled: "Yu Butang is going to the Kong family?"

Qufu County has been rioting for several days, and Yu Youding, this provincial governor, has not seen his shadow, and now that it is about to settle down, why is he still coming to provoke the Kong family, this trouble?

Seeing this, Feng Congwu explained carefully: "I heard from the county yamen that the day before yesterday, the Grand Secretary passed through Shandong, and seeing the civil unrest rising, he was extremely dissatisfied, and 'mobilized' in Jining before continuing north."

Hearing this, He Xinyin learned the inside story and suddenly realized.

No wonder the civil unrest in the counties of Yanzhou Prefecture was quelled quickly, it turned out that Zhang Juzheng had exerted pressure.

Most local parents and officials are monks who strike the bell, wanting these people to disregard their own safety and personally come forward to explain to the rioting commoners is truly too much to ask.

If there was no pressure from superiors, I fear they would have to "remotely control" in the yamen until the situation naturally subsided.

He Xinyin could not help but sigh: "Domineering is not without use."

He discussed the path with Zhang Juzheng in his early years, although he did not like his power-hungry personality, he had to admit his ability and courage.

Shen Li, this external official, does not have this prestige, and local high-ranking officials Yin Shidan, Yu Youding, and these people don't know what they are thinking, and they always leave three points of strength in doing things.

Only people like Zhang Juzheng can come forward and see immediate results.

Feng Congwu is not old, only twenty-four, but because of his famous family background, he always has his own views on court affairs: "The Grand Secretary exerted pressure, but it forced the local officials to act quite crudely. It is not as benevolent and loving to the people as the teacher, spring breeze and rain."

A field of chaos in Yanzhou Prefecture, Qufu is the most peaceful.

Other places are still the old routine of killing a batch, catching a batch, and releasing a batch, which really cannot be called benevolent government.

He Xinyin shook his head, if it were in the past, he would mostly have this kind of thinking.

But since the last time he discussed with the Emperor, he has had some new vision.

The imperial court does not have the ability to govern so finely, and cannot send a second He Xinyin, and many times it can only choose between very bad and not so bad.

The Yanzhou civil unrest cannot wait for him, He Xinyin, to go through county by county like spring breeze and rain; if he cannot cut the mess quickly, I fear Yanzhou Prefecture will have to be chaotic for a while.

Now that he is going to visit the Kong family, it can only mean that the situation has completely subsided and he will continue the land survey.

I don't know if the thousand-year-old family will stretch their necks to be slaughtered after a bout of trouble.

Thinking of this, He Xinyin said solemnly: "There are only a few households left for the hidden households in the village, I will record these few households early tomorrow morning, and then go to the county yamen to report."

Feng Congwu got the letter, so he bowed and wanted to take his leave.

He Xinyin did not let Feng Congwu leave immediately.

He waved his hand and called out to the latter: "No hurry, Zhonghao, since you are here, help the old man hold the pen and ink."

After speaking, he rubbed his eyes and pulled Feng Congwu to the desk.

At this age, he has long lost the capital of borrowing light from the wall, and even if it is slightly dim, reading and writing are strenuous, and reciting and writing with disciples can be considered a convention for a teacher.

Feng Congwu was pulled to the desk, looking a bit at a loss.

Holding the pen and ink is often a close job for direct disciples.

Feng Congwu studied under a famous family, received family training since childhood, and studied under He Xinyin, but it was just to mix a hundred schools, at most it counts as a registered name.

Now He Xinyin's intimate posture made him not know how to grasp the measure.

But having said that, after Feng Congwu hesitated for a moment, he bowed and sat down at the desk.

He Xinyin tidied up the desk for Feng Congwu, chattering in his mouth.

"Zhonghao, your father is a famous scholar of the Guan school, with a deep family background. You have learned the essence of the Guan school since childhood, and when you grew up, you studied in Chang'an, first worshiping Xiao Jiqing, then studying under Shen Zhi."

"Since entering the Imperial Academy, you have asked about learning from Gu Xiancheng, sought the path from Xu Fuyuan, and also practiced the new learning of several masters."

"It can be called covering all schools, browsing through principles, now under the old man's door, after practicing the world's affairs, do you have any different insights?"

This is a daily examination.

Feng Congwu picked up the pen and paused in mid-air: "Returning to the teacher's words, there is no excessive insight, only a deeper understanding of the Sage's learning."

He Xinyin took the initiative to press the paper on the desk, looking at the green face of his student, waiting curiously for the following.

Feng Congwu lowered his head: "Awaken the people and walk the path."

He Xinyin was startled, then laughed loudly.

"Virtuous, Zhonghao!"

This is a very heavy praise, which shows He Xinyin's satisfaction with this disciple.

But this praise did not make Feng Congwu smile, but instead stared at the desk without saying a word.

After a while.

Feng Congwu looked at the manuscript on the desk and shifted the topic without a trace: "Is this the teacher's experience that day? Does the teacher want the student to recite and write, or copy it down?"

The manuscript has been written for more than half, and there are many revised contents on it.

Reciting and writing is naturally finishing, copying is neatly copying, preparing for rubbing and carving.

He Xinyin saw Feng Congwu not picking up the topic, and sighed in his heart.

He is already sixty-four, and it is not taboo to say that there are not many years to live.

Among the direct disciples, Hu Shizhong's poetry and singing are famous in one place, Lu Guangwu's literary and martial arts are famous, and they are all choices of the time.

Only the inheritance of classics has no place to entrust.

It is just because a group of disciples are not rebellious enough, still following the set of "getting the monarch to walk the path," but Feng Congwu, who entered the door later, has already walked the path of "awakening the people and walking the path," which is truly the true biography.

Unfortunately, although he has the heart to pass on the mantle, there is no reason to rush.

Forget it, long-term things cannot be rushed.

He Xinyin shook his head, pressed his thoughts and said back to the business in front of him: "The old man dictates, trouble Zhonghao to modify it slightly."

Feng Congwu sat upright and listened respectfully.

He Xinyin pondered for a moment, sorted out his thoughts slightly, and then began to tell: "At that time, Ge Cheng said clearly that he wanted to earn a way out for the common people..."

Under the dim light, he recited and wrote, and wrote a book.

The scene at that time continued to unfold.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 238 =====