Destiny Only Han

Chapter 315 Confucius: Demolition!
The north wind blows the ground and the white grass folds.

At this time, the people standing at the head of the city of Lu County felt as cold as this cold winter.

As far as they could see, there were endless Han soldiers.

A light shines toward the sun, while dark clouds overwhelm the city.

It would be a lie to say that they are not afraid.

Lu County is just a small county with a population of tens of thousands. The city wall is nearly square, with a length and width of more than 400 feet.

As for the army that lined up in the city, only the Han army had a total strength of more than [-].

Banners block out the sun, throwing whips cuts off the flow.

But what if I'm afraid?

The soul of this city comes from a certain teacher who knows no one.

People with lofty ideals and benevolent people do not seek to live to harm benevolence, but kill themselves to become benevolent...

Afterwards, another angry youth-like master sublimated this soul again.

Life is what I want, and righteousness is also what I want; the two cannot be obtained at the same time, and those who sacrifice their lives for righteousness...

Therefore, today, all the people of Lu County went to the top of the city, fighting for nothing but loyalty!

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On the cloud car of the Chinese Shogunate, Liu Bang bowed his head in silence, hesitating whether to give the order to attack the city.

Today, relying on his military strength, taking down a small county is only a matter of time.

But what made him hesitate was that the people of Lu County seemed to really not intend to surrender, and they were determined to fight him to the death!

This point is evidenced by the letter sent by Kong Ju from the city.

Well, Kong Ju was ordered by Liu Ying to come back and demolish his ancestral house. In order not to be beaten to death by his brothers, brothers and uncles, he had to watch this battle from the sidelines.

In Liu Bang's silence, in the silent army formation, a burst of mourning suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, groups of men in mourning uniforms slowly walked out from the army formation.

The first person was Xiang Bo.

"what's the situation?"

Liu Bang frowned slightly, changed his direction and looked through the binoculars, and saw Uncle Xiang holding a tray with both hands, on which was a black lacquered wooden box.

"What is he doing?"

Not only Liu Bang frowned, but even Zhang Liang Han Xin who was standing beside him was equally confused.

Zhang Liang didn't even bother to think about a mere small town in Lu County, while Han Xin was adhering to his usual military thinking.

If the enemy doesn't surrender, just push it over flat?
In the corner of the cloud car, Liu Ying stepped on a wooden stool, opened the binoculars and said, "Of course it is to persuade the elders of Lu County to surrender..."

After he finished speaking, he used his binoculars to search around Lu County with all his heart, trying to find the grand building complex in his impression.

Confucian Temple.

But nothing was found.

Hmm, but that's normal too.

The year Confucius passed away, the Zhou Dynasty was still alive, so according to Zhou rituals, there were seven temples for the son of heaven, five temples for princes, three temples for officials, one temple for scholars, and no temples for common people.

Therefore, the Confucian Temple is in ruins at this time!
Hearing Liu Ying's words, Zhang Liang suddenly became interested.

"To persuade you to surrender? How to persuade you to surrender?"

Liu Ying retracted the telescope with some disappointment:

"The elders of Lu County don't want to surrender because they want to be loyal to Xiang Yu."

"Now our army just told them that Xiang Yu is dead, but what they hear is what they see is what they see. So it's better for them to see the real thing."

Well, the so-called real thing is naturally Xiang Yu's head.

It was freezing cold at this time, and it was less than half a month away from Xiang Yu's suicide, and the corpse was still lifelike, so there was naturally the possibility of using it again.

And in Liu Ying's view, the people of Lu County are not foolish and loyal.

Although Xiang Yu was brutal and bloodthirsty, he treated his original fief, Lu County, very preferentially.

After all, this is the first time a man...

Therefore, the exemption from taxes and corvees is just a basic exercise. Whenever there is a victory in a battle or a festival such as a birthday, not only will the people in the city not accept gifts, but they will be rewarded.

But the root of all this is that after the plundering of Guanzhong and Qidi, Xiang Yu was so rich that he didn't think much of Lu County's income.

But the grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring.

Not only did people value righteousness over death at this time, but even in the early Ming Dynasty, after Zhu Yuanzhang unified China for many years, the people of Suzhou still called Zhang Shicheng King Zhang.

Therefore, it is normal for the people of Lu County to choose to die to repay Xiang Yu's kindness.

Well, the reason why they didn't go to Gaixia to fight to the death was that Xiang Yu's defeat was too fast, and the counties and counties around Lu County were completely under the control of the Han army.

So, there is more than enough heart but not enough energy...

Under the city of Lu County, when they saw a group of men from the Han army coming, the civilian soldiers guarding the city were stunned.

Especially the descendants of the Xiang family who stayed behind in Lu County recognized the leader Xiang Bo.

So they immediately shouted loudly not to shoot arrows.

At this moment, these Xiang's children have completely believed what the Han army said, Xiang Yu, their king, is really dead!

After Xiang Bo approached, he raised the wooden box containing Xiang Yu's head in a hanging basket to the top of the city.

In a short time, there was a burst of crying on the top of the city.

Hoarse, extremely sad.

Many things in the world can be faked, but Xiang Yu's face will never be faked.

At this moment, his iconic double pupils can be vaguely seen in his somewhat cloudy eyes.

So, King Xiang is really dead...

It hurts, it hurts too much!
A moment later, the Chu State flag at the head of the city of Lu County was lowered slowly, and the tightly closed city gate was also opened.

Zhou Boling, who commanded the former army, waved his flag, and teams of soldiers were preparing to enter the city to take over the city defense.

If there is no Confucian cuisine, there will be no Confucian cuisine... Liu Ying jumped off the small stool and was going back to have morning tea with some regrets.

But he was stunned at first, and then Liu Bang, who had a smile on his face, would not let him go. He stretched out his long arms and lifted him up directly.

"Let's go, drink with Naigong..."

Instigating minors to drink alcohol is the scum of the world... Liu Ying struggled hard, but in the end she was held by Liu Bang under her armpit and walked away dejectedly.

Zhang Liang ignored Liu Ying's eyes asking for help, and shook his head slightly to follow.

Although Lu County surrendered, the way Liu Ying used to persuade Lu County to surrender gave him a lot of inspiration.

Perhaps, a dead Xiang Yu has greater use value than a living Xiang Yu!
So, on the huge cloud car, only the stunned Han Xin was left in the wind.

What the hell?

This is down?

As a political idiot and drifting away from the knight-errant culture, he neither understands why Lu County is stubbornly resisting, nor why a human head can make the people of Lu County open the city gate.

But, who cares!
The surrender of Lu County meant that the remnants of Western Chu had been completely wiped out in the area north of the river.

Then, the time for him, the King of Qi, to return to his hometown has come!

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In the early morning, the sky broke and there were only a few white clouds in the blue sky, which indicated that today would be a rare sunny day.

Liu Ying reluctantly left his tent and prepared to go to Lu County.

He had a very important thing to do today, so even though it was freezing last night, he still took a hot bath.

And today he once again put on the gown that was custom-made in Qidi, the deep black gown, the red fringe of the gown, and the jingle of jade rings, solemn and generous.

After a while, the carriage drove into an inconspicuous courtyard in the city.

Mo Daojun walked early, and there are early pedestrians.

When Liu Ying got off the carriage, all she could see were scholars in Ge clothes and Confucian crowns.

Lu County is the base camp of Confucian scholars all over the world.

The unremarkable small courtyard in front of me seems to have a bit of the prototype of the Jerusalem Wall.

Here is the place called Confucius Temple by later generations.

It's just that at this time, the tablets of Shang Yasheng, the ten philosophers of Confucianism and the wise men have not been enshrined.

What is placed here now are only the clothes worn by the old master Confucius, the used piano and carts and other items.

Well, knockoffs.

After all, so many years have passed, and the original original has been completely destroyed by the erosion of the years.

Following Liu Ying's arrival, some of the scholars dressed as Confucian scholars knelt down and some bent over to salute.

"Meet the prince!"

Liu Ying clasped her hands together and bowed in return.

Although kneeling and prostration is still performed from time to time at this time, it is only limited to people with certain social status.

When ordinary people see bureaucrats above the county magistrate, they still need to kneel down and salute.

In particular, here is the stronghold of Confucianism.

Strict etiquette.

Liu Ying looked around for a week, slightly surprised in her heart.

These Confucian scholars in front of us are not many scholars who study abroad, and basically all of them are local people from Lu County.

He simply counted them. Although the number of people is not thousands, there are still seven or eight hundred.

And those who appeared here were only representatives of the eight schools of Confucianism, not all Confucian scholars in the city.

The so-called eight schools of Confucianism refer to several schools formed by Confucius' disciples after his death because of their different understandings of Confucian ideas.

Take a chestnut.

Confucius said: My way is consistent.

It means that the Confucianism he created based on the culmination of the Zhou Rites has a core, and all the theoretical knowledge and code of conduct of Confucianism are developed around this core.

Zeng Shen understood it as "loyalty and forgiveness", saying: The way of the master is nothing more than loyalty and forgiveness.

Loyalty refers to dedication, selflessness, and honesty.

And Youzi (Youruo, word Ziyou), one of the 72 sages of Confucianism, understood it as 'filial piety', saying: filial piety is also the foundation of benevolence!

Although the philosophies are different, and the same sects do not fight each other.

For example, after the death of Zhuan Sunzhang, the leader of Zi Zhang Zhiru, Zeng Zi wore Qi Zhi's humiliation and ridiculed him, and jumped on the grave...

But they all have the same point.

There is no class in teaching, and tireless teaching.

A priceless treasure that can achieve class leapfrogging, two sticks of meat, and a bundle of dried vegetables, all given to each other.

So after looking around for a week, Liu Ying thought of the peasant family with three or two big cats and kittens, the Mo family that was dying, and those schools of thought that had disappeared or were about to disappear, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Give them a chance, but they are useless!
When more than [-]% of the scholars in a society are Confucian scholars, isn’t it a matter of course for Confucianism to be the only one?

Yangmou has always been the most difficult thing to crack.

However, Liu Ying smiled slightly, and surrounded by a group of Confucian scholars, she burned incense and worshiped, and invited out the tablet of the old master.

Immediately afterwards, the filial son Kong Ju, who was dressed in an auspicious uniform, led a group of soldiers and began to demolish the house.

The big hammer is eighty, the small hammer is forty...

(End of this chapter)