After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 10 Vision Regeneration
Jiang Zhao's export is a famous sentence through the ages.

The sentence "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work." The vision reappeared in the private room of Jingshui Building.

But this vision should not descend halfway, and stay in midair, making everyone in the private room realize that what Jiang Zhao just said casually was not a sentence, but a poem.

"Brother Jiang Zhao read it just now, but is it a new poem written by my brother?" Si Mubai asked.

Jiang Zhao didn't expect that a poem he said casually would attract visions, so he nodded and said, "That's right."

Now everyone asked Jiang Zhao to finish reading the poem.

This afternoon's article "Born in Sorrow and Died in Pleasure" has attracted the vision of heaven and earth and has made everyone in Huaijing focus on themselves.

Jiang Zhao didn't want to make a high profile, so he said, "It's just a random thing, it's not worth mentioning."

"Today's examination is over, and everyone has had a good drink, so that it will not be in vain for everyone to study hard for several years."

But everyone was already attracted by Jiang Zhao's poem, no matter how Jiang Zhao diverted the topic, everyone still insisted that Jiang Zhao read the complete poem.

Jiang Zhao couldn't refuse, so he had to finish reading the poem.

"One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn."

In Jiang Zhao's soft voice, everyone saw the farmers planting seeds one by one in the spring.

In the autumn of harvest, the seeds planted by the farmers have grown into ears of rice, and each ear of rice is covered with golden rice.

The farmer looked at the rice fields full of fruits, and the corners of his mouth could not help but crack, revealing the most simple smile in the world.

"There is no idle land in the world, and the peasants still starve to death."

Jiang Zhao read the next sentence.

In Jiang Zhao's deep voice, the picture that everyone saw changed, and the bright farmer who was smiling just now was already dying of hunger.

Next to him is a mountain of rice, but the rice he worked so hard to plant no longer belongs to him.

The mountains of grain were confiscated by the yamen and turned into official grain. If farmers wanted to eat the grain they had grown, they had to pay for it, but how could he, an honest farmer, get the money to buy grain.

Even though there are so many fields in the field tomorrow, the farmer is not a lazy person. He tends the rice fields meticulously, but now he ends up starving to death.

There was some sadness in everyone's heart.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drips down to the soil."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone seemed to see that at noon in midsummer, the sun was scorching, and the farmers were still working in the fields, sweat dripping into the soil.

It was autumn at this time, and the wind was blowing, but everyone felt the scorching sun in the picture directly hitting their bodies.

Everyone began to sweat, and they kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

I don't know why the temperature in the private room rose suddenly.

Jiang Zhao read out the next sentence: "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work."

Everyone has heard this sentence before, but let's listen to it now.

Looking at the delicacies on the table, everyone's faces were filled with shame.

Such a table of delicacies, I don't know how long the farmers have to work to get it.

But here they are squandering.

At this moment, their hearts are full of shame.

Ashamed of the food I wasted before.

"From now on, I won't be able to waste food anymore." A voice sounded from the private room.

Everyone nodded heavily.

They have never experienced farming, but they don't know that the white rice they eat is so precious.

Jiang Zhao nodded in relief. Although she didn't want to make a high profile again, the song "Pity for Farmers" made everyone understand that the white rice in their bowls was hard-won, which is something to be comforted about.

As soon as this poem came out, no one talked about adding food.

Everyone chatted while eating.

The chatter is all about the hottest current affairs of the Tianyu Dynasty, nothing more than the examination, the border, and demons.

During the meal, Jiang Zhao intentionally brought the topic to the border.

Now that the border is at war, the only topic that can suppress the topic of her article is the border.

Fortunately, everyone is a patriotic youth. Under Jiang Zhao's guidance, everyone talked about the border.

"I heard that General Jing is leading an army to attack Tanxing City in Beiman."

"That Tanxing City is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. If we want to attack it, I'm afraid my army from the Tianyu will suffer heavy casualties."

"That's right, the northern barbarians are extremely cunning. Our Tianyu army has attacked many times, but they are all huddled in the city and dare not come out to fight."

"Hmph, Beiman is just a bunch of turtles with shrinking heads."

……

Listening to everyone's discussion, Jiang Zhao couldn't help but feel ashamed.

If other countries lead large armies to attack us, if we are outnumbered and don't stick to the city gates, should we open the gates to die?
However, everyone's topic quickly changed from scolding Beiman to how to break the city.

After all, they knew in their hearts that no matter how much they scolded from behind, it would be of no avail.

It's better to imagine the strategy of breaking the city. If it is really useful, it will be a credit to dedicate it to the court at that time. No matter how bad it is, you can exercise your thinking.

"I think we can form a small team in Tianyu, touch the mountains around the center, kill the Beiman guarding the gate, open the gate, and cooperate with the army outside the city."

"No, the mountains around Tanxing City are steep, and ordinary people can climb them. If one is not careful, they may fall to pieces."

"Then set fire to the mountain and burn all the mountains around Tanxing City clean."

"Burning the mountain, the trees on the mountain are gone, but the mountain is still there, and it is useless to burn it. Besides, without the cover of the trees, it is difficult for my Tianyu army to sneak into Tanxing City."

"If it doesn't work, we will double our troops to attack Tanxing City. I don't believe we can't take it down."

……

Everyone expressed their ideas, but they were all rejected.

After all, they are all a group of scholars who have never been on the battlefield, and now they are just talking on paper.

Seeing the heated discussions among the people, Si Mubai also expressed his thoughts: "Why not spread rumors among the generals defending Tanxing City, sow dissension, and let them lose their morale."

As soon as Si Mubai's strategy came out, he was applauded by several people present, who all thought his strategy was good.

But Jiang Zhao shook his head and denied it: "Even if the spread of gritted teeth leads to discord between the generals defending the city, but in the face of major events, everyone's interests are the same, and they all want to keep Tanxing City and their own lives."

"If we encounter our Tianyu army attacking, I am afraid that several people will work together to resist."

Consecutively proposing several strategies is not happy, and everyone can't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Then I don't know what good plan Brother Jiang Zhao has?" Si Mubai asked
Jiang Zhao didn't answer, but just looked at Wei Xiang: "Zhongqing, if you lead the Tianyu army to attack Beiman today, what will you do?"

"Waiting for the sky to trap it, employing people to lure it, it will come and go." Wei Xiang thought for a while and said.

Jiang Zhao nodded in satisfaction. What Wei Xiang was talking about was the 36-weight method she taught to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

But the others didn't understand the meaning of these three sentences, so they couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhaoxian, what do these three sentences mean?"

They all knew that Wei Xiang was just the son of a servant, and it would be a great shame and humiliation to eat at the same table with them.

If it wasn't for Jiang Zhao's face, they might have walked away long ago.

It would be a shame to let them ask a slave shamelessly.

So I had to ask Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao naturally knew what they were thinking, but this world and the system of this dynasty are like this.

No matter how much she emphasized that Wei Xiang was her close friend, no one listened.

She is also powerless to change a thousand-year-old system.

(End of this chapter)