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Chapter 638 Nine thousand years old is boring

A complete, successful, and ambitious man pursues the same thing.

One is the Jade Seal of Chuanguo.

The second is to create temples everywhere.

Jia Liu, the Chuanguo Yuxi, can't find it. Lao Yang saw through the high imitation version made by Shuanzhu at a glance. The laughing stock of history.

He still loves feathers.

Therefore, we can only focus on the other supreme achievement of a man - making temples everywhere.

Lisheng Temple is a belief of the Chinese people, so the name suggests, it is to build a temple for the living, and worship it day and night with incense and fire, praying for the health of this person and a long life.

Only those who have a virtuous government for the people and have great hope for the people can enjoy the special honor of the Shengci.

Probably the existence second only to saints in Chinese history.

Jia Liu also wanted to be a saint, but his theoretical level is a bit poor. He has not produced works comparable to Confucianism and Yangming's philosophy of mind. The propaganda and reports about his ideas have never been integrated into a system, forming a "Jia theory".

Fan Wei and Shuan Zhu are actually doing this work, but the results are obviously not very good, and they must 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 written on it was enshrined in the hall, and there was his handsome and mighty portrait on the tablet.

If nothing else happens, there will definitely be clay, bronze, and gold statues of him blooming all over the country in the future.

The outside of the ancestral hall is filled with flowers, colorful flags, banners and so on, and three sticks of incense are burned when people come.

On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, civil and military officials and gentry people would go to his ancestral temple to worship, chanting words to his portrait, bowing three times, and sincerely thank Mr. Jia Jia for allowing them to live a happy life. It's more exciting than playing with many women.

Ladies, the happiness for a man is only a second or two.

Living in a ancestral hall can make a man happy until death.

In addition to the ambition of usurping Aixinjueluo's throne and leading China to prosperity, Jia Liu's ambition in this life is a wish that will always live in the hearts of the people.

If all three are completed, even if he is only 50 years old, he will take the initiative to abdicate to the crown prince, so as not to get confused when he is old, and cause the disaster of witchcraft like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

As for why it is said that the people should be mobilized to build a shrine to Lord Jia Jia, instead of believing that the people will take the initiative to build a shrine to Mr. Jia Jia after receiving the benefits from him.

The reason is that Jia Liu believes that the voice of the people, that is, public opinion, also needs to be guided.

Without guidance, the people are like a pan of loose sand, and it is difficult to form momentum.

He didn't think it was a disgrace to lead the people to sing his praises.

In fact, what is the difference between doing good deeds and not leaving your name, and not going back to your hometown to hang out with Huazi when you are rich?
I am indeed doing good things for the people, and what I pay is not energy and time, but real benefits.

Let alone other places, how much is the 320 million mu of flag fields in Guangyongping Prefecture worth?

Even if it is five taels per mu, this is more than 1500 million taels!

Real money, nothing fake.

If Jia and Liu didn't divide, but sold it cheaply to the hundreds of thousands of Han tenants in Yongping Mansion, how could they receive several million taels.

But he chose not to have this huge sum of money, just distribute it for free.

Because what he wants is not only fame, but also the power of people's spontaneous support.

This strength is iron, and this strength is steel.
Strangely, there was a song in Jia Liu's heart.

"My lord is really clever!"

Deputy Director Ding also realized the great power contained in the free distribution of flag fields and the great influence on the people of Zhili, but he couldn't help but said: "In this way, adults can also be nine thousand years old."

"Long live if you want to do it, what's the point of nine thousand years?"

Jia Liu waved his hands and retracted his head into the car, continued to rest, just closed his eyes for a few breaths, and then straightened up: Niang Xipi, isn't Nine Thousand Years Old that eunuch Wei Zhongxian!
As soon as I thought that I had thought of and got together with Wei Zhongxian, my heart suddenly became uneasy.

Can't help but rethink this matter.

It is a little regrettable to say that the Lisheng Temple is a fly in the ointment, which makes people lower the grade.

Song Zhenzong's parallel imports lowered the level of Taishan Fengchan, and Wei Zhongxian's eunuch lowered the style of Lisheng Temple.

Otherwise, it would be perfect.

But there is no perfect thing in the world, can I do the same for the people as Wei Zhongxian?

The eyes of the masses are discerning!

History will give him a fair evaluation of Devil Six!
Thinking of this, he immediately felt relieved, and the bodies and expressions of Ruxiu, Yuanyuan, Chunhua, Qinglian, and Shungui were replayed over and over again in his mind. He hadn't tasted women for several months, and he regretted not bringing them along. One comes out, and if necessary, even in the car can solve personal needs.

Blame it?

He can only blame himself for insisting on creating the image of Qingtian, for fear that bringing a woman by his side will affect his work, and he himself is the one who suffers in the end.

This is also the difficulty of being a high official in the imperial court, and 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 sleeps at least six hours a day.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at Yongping Fucheng.

"grown ups!"

The director of the governor's office of the fourth rank is the same as Amida, who arrived earlier from the third rank of Manchuria, and Bao Zhu, the governor's guard captain of the fourth rank, is waiting at the gate of the city.

The entire city of Yongping was controlled by Jia Liu's guards and the guards at the gate, and all the guards at the four gates were replaced.

"Have all the conspirators been arrested?"

Jia Liu got up lazily, shook his head and leaned out of the car window, and took from Shuan Zhu the relevant materials of Yongping Prefecture's Anti-Qing Fuming Group that had been verified in advance.

After casually opening and reading the first page, the cigarette sticking to his mouth fell to the ground, and he was so angry that he raised his hand to hit Shuan Zhu.

"The poem "Bright Moonlight Before the Bed" was written by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. How could it have something to do with anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty? Zhi Zhi's face, it's the face of my young master!"

Jia Liu was really angry. He thought that Shuan Zhu had found some solid evidence, but he didn't expect to type Li Bai's "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" into anti-Qing verses. This work is too rough.

"No, young master, this poem is indeed Li Bai's, but why doesn't that Jiang surname hang other people's poems in the study, but hang this poem instead?"

"Young master, you are thinking about it, Wang Mingsi's hometown, is there any allusion?"

Shuan Zhu didn't think there was a problem with his analysis, so he insisted on his own opinion, and asked the young master to think again with his ass.

"This?"

After being reminded by Shuan Zhu, Jia Liu's face suddenly became serious. A deputy official hangs a poem about Wang Ming's hometown in his study. How dare you say that this official has no problem with his thinking?

After a few breaths, his face was pulled down, and he said in a cold voice: "Jiang Ah Shui is indeed suspected of alluding to the current dynasty, and must be dealt with severely. But what does this person have to do with the anti-Qing Fuming group you mentioned?"

Jia Liu came for a big case, not for a dean from the eighth grade. If Shuan Zhu did this after messing around, then he would mess with Shuan Zhu.

(End of this chapter)