I, Han Gaozu, actually traveled through Song Gaozong?

Chapter 92 Fake Public Opinion

It has been a long time since Mingzhou City has been as lively as tonight.

Of course, the excitement belongs to some people, and many people have nothing.

This Qixin Temple was built in the Dazhong period of the Tang Dynasty, almost 300 years ago.

In the eighth year of Zhenghe, Emperor Huizong was bewitched by the demon Dao Lin Lingsu and changed many Buddhist temples into Taoist temples, so it is also called Longevity Palace.

Of course, it has been changed back now, and it is still called Qixin Temple.

The emperor looked at these people in front of him, followed by the imperial army and the monks who had just become the masters of this place.

In front of him, there are all famous merchants in Mingzhou City, regardless of industry, regardless of size, there are four to five hundred people, all of whom were brought here by Zhao Mi.

These people bowed their heads and shrunk their bodies, and no one knew what happened.

It's just that there are quite a few officials from Mingzhou city kneeling around... If it wasn't for these people wearing Song military uniforms, they would have thought it was Jin men who broke in.

After the imperial army of the Infantry Division brought in the last group of people, Dushi Zhao bowed to the emperor and said:
"Officials, all are here."

"Well," Liu Bang nodded, and at a glance, there are quite a lot of merchants in Mingzhou.

However, compared with the ones in the Wanmin Book, there are really not many.

He looked at these people and asked loudly:

"You guys, do you recognize me?"

It's a strange question to ask, you already call yourself 'Zhen', there is no one in the world who doesn't recognize you.

He can't be the emperor of Jin Kingdom, so he ran to Mingzhou.

Seeing that no one answered the emperor, Zhao Mi drew his sword and said, "Are you deaf or dumb? The officials are asking you!"

If it weren't for the guards watching, many people would collapse on the ground. An older old man kept bowing and bowing:

"I know you, you are His Majesty the Emperor."

"Know?" Liu Bang looked at him suspiciously, "Why doesn't I know you?"

The old man burst into tears: "That means I don't know each other."

"do not know?"

The emperor threw the scroll forward in his hand... It seemed that when the palace was arched that day, the scroll rolled forward for a long time, and finally stopped.

"I don't know, so why are you writing this thing for me?"

When the name was written on this thing, everyone knew what was going on.

But Fan Tong was there at that time, who dared not write?

Besides, everyone has written it, and they all understand the principle that the law does not blame the public. Who would have expected that the emperor would come over in person and ask about it.

The old man didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would upset the emperor and lose his life.

"It's okay, public opinion, what I value most is public opinion."

"If everyone persuades me not to fight, of course I can't fight."

"It's just that I'm afraid that someone will cheat, so I come here to ask everyone in person, should we fight this battle or not?"

From the heart, their ancestors are all rooted in Mingzhou, and it is not unheard of things in the north.

But no matter how miserable it was, it didn't happen to me after all. It was the Beiren who was miserable, and it was your official Zhao's family. What did you have to do with everyone?
If this really breaks out, how can the waterway from Mingzhou Port northward to Koryo and Wa Kingdom still work!
No one dared to speak, but for Liu Bang, the silence of this group of people had already given the answer.

He kindly grabbed the hand of the old man who spoke just now, and the old man trembled with excitement:
"It's okay, it's okay, everyone speak your mind, I'm here to hear the truth, everyone just say it."

The emperor's kind appearance really fascinated some people.

The old man said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, do we really have to go back?"

"If we can really beat the Jinren, 1 little old men will support the Northern Expedition, but... but we can't beat them!"

"Since we can't beat it, and everyone's life won't be affected, why should we bother with that..."

He spoke more and more quietly, just because the smile on the emperor's face gradually disappeared.

Liu Bang backed away: "You all think so?"

Seeing that half of these people nodded, he sighed softly.

Turning around, he asked Zhao Mi: "What happened to those temples whose names were written on the paper?"

Zhao Du understood: "All the officials have been changed tonight. The ones who were there have already taken their certificates on the spot. They will not be able to be monks in the future."

"Then you should mark it out, lest I misunderstand the good man."

After receiving the order, Zhao Mi took out a pen on the spot and drew a circle on the long piece of paper.

While drawing, he also said to himself: "Baoguo Temple, 72 people; Qingdao Temple, 63 people; Qixin Temple, 210 eight people..."

Every time a name was ticked, the heart of the businessman on the scene sank a little.

The emperor is... is this driving these masters out of Mingzhou?

"Old man, hey, old man, I'm calling you!"

Liu Bang squatted on the upper steps and called out several times before waking up the absent-minded old man:
"What you said is a little bit right, but a little bit wrong."

"You are the one who is not affected, but others are greatly affected."

"If you want to make a clear distinction between the north and the south, you should know that the reason why you can live a good life here and say that you are fine if you don't go back is just because you are lucky, and it's just because the people in the north bear it for you. pass."

"If you don't believe me, I will send you to the Kingdom of Jin. See if you tell the Jin people that you are from the south, and the Jin people will spare your life."

"Northerns have lost their homes, sons, daughters, parents and wives. It's not because they are from the North that they should suffer. Do you understand the truth?"

"If the situation were changed now, the people from the south were attacked, and the people from the north would say the same thing as you. Do you agree?"

Even if the old man had other thoughts, he dared to reply at this moment: "The little old man understands, the little old man understands, what the officials said is..."

"Whether you really understand or pretend to understand, I will say it again at the end."

While talking, he shouted loudly: "Lu Zai, write down every word for me, send it to all the state capitals, let them post it, and read it for everyone in the world!"

Then, he said: "Whether it's from the south or the north, that's our own way of saying it, it's okay."

"But to the outside world, whether you are Jin people or Xia people, you only have one identity."

"That's the Han people... the Han people!"

He originally wanted to say Song people, but Guo Yaoshi's face flashed in his mind, so he changed to Han people.

"Now the Han people in the north have been bullied and lost their homes. What should you do?"

Zhao Mi was the first to shout: "Revenge!"

The 3000 members of the Infantry Division also shouted together: "Revenge!"

The momentum was so strong that it disturbed the dreams of many people.

"Now I'm asking you, are we still reconciled?"

No one dared to talk about peace anymore, just like no one dared to talk about war back then.

"Since this is the case, everyone's idea is that they all want to fight...then this book of Wanmin is fake."

"Fortunately, I know everyone's intentions, and I have not been deceived by the traitor...Since this is the case, everyone should write a new book asking for war, and hand it over to your new prefect, and send him to Lin'an."

"But we have to agree, we can't go back and forth, otherwise it's not just as simple as being kicked out."

He waved his hand, and the imperial guard who climbed up to the pagoda of Qixin Temple could see clearly, and threw Fan Tong's body down...

Seeing his body dangling, Liu Bang said to the monks:
"Let's just hang it here. When everyone wants to negotiate a peace in the future, they will come and take a look, so that they can be prepared in their hearts."

"It's really Amitabha, Amitabha..."

The emperor recited the Buddha's name, and Zhao Mi took out a longer scroll, which had already been written by various temples in Mingzhou.
Everyone paused, and then rushed to write their names.

(End of this chapter)