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Chapter 245 0242 [Innate seeds of rebellion]

call!
Cai You and Li Bangyan looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, Wang Fu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said: "Your Majesty, tabloids should be punished, but the minister believes that the current affairs published in tabloids are related to national affairs. Regardless of whether they are true or false, an edict should be issued. Find out the authenticity.”

Cai You's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Wang Fu calmly, then cupped his hands and said, "I think it's inappropriate, I think. There are more than a hundred kinds of folk tabloids. If the current affairs compiled by each tabloid need to be thoroughly investigated, it will not only be time-consuming and labor-intensive" , and it will only add to the jokes.”

"Well!"

Song Huizong felt that what Cai You said was reasonable. When the tabloid compiled the imperial edict, he ordered people to conduct a thorough investigation and spent a lot of manpower and material resources, but in the end nothing happened.

However, if he doesn't find out clearly, he really can't let go.

Because whether Zhao Ting surrendered to the enemy or the Western Army was defeated, it was a major event that shook the foundation of the country.

Thinking of this, Song Huizong said: "What Wang Qing said is reasonable, and it is related to the great affairs of the country and cannot be taken lightly. I ordered Liang Fangping to submit another battle report, which must be detailed. In addition, I ordered Liang Zhejiang Road, Lizhou Road, Jiangnan East Road... and other places prefects have closely monitored the families of officials and officials in Qingzhou and restricted their travel."

Wang Fu bowed and said: "I accept my order!"

Then, Song Huizong changed his voice and said angrily: "From now on, we will rectify the folk tabloids and arrest all those who sell tabloids. Li Qing, I leave this matter to you. We must eradicate these rampant tabloids." !”

"Weak ministers will definitely live up to their trust."

Li Bangyan was overjoyed.

In an instant, he thought of several ways to make money from this errand.

In fact, everyone knows where the roots of these tabloids come from.

Why do officials only talk about arresting hawkers selling tabloids?
Instead of directly destroying tabloid production sites?

Many things cannot be kept in the open, both parties have to face each other.

Once it is torn, it will be bad for everyone.

The anger subsided and the matter was explained, Song Huizong sat down again.

Glancing at the Di newspaper thrown on the ground, he ordered: "Get the Di newspaper."

I was so angry just now, but now I calmed down and thought about it carefully, I found that the essay was very well written. The skill of the person using paper and pen was very high, and ordinary scholars would never be able to write it.

For a time, Song Huizong's artist nature broke out again.

Hearing this, Liang Shicheng, who was waiting on the side, immediately bent down to pick up the newspaper and presented it respectfully.

After taking the Di newspaper, Song Huizong read the crusade article again, making comments while reading it.

"The allusions used here are wonderful, and the diction has the style of Zi'an."

"Although it's not as stunning as King Luo Bin's "Pleading for Xu Jingye's War," it can still be considered a masterpiece."

It has to be said that from the perspective of a passerby, excluding the words that insulted himself and Emperor Taizu, the more he watched it, the more he liked it.

……

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Wuling County.

In a large house with blue bricks and red tiles, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe was immersed in writing.

This person's name is Zhong Xiang. His family has been in business for generations and has considerable wealth.

However, Zhong Xiang has not been a peaceful person since he was a child.

When he was young, his dream was to be an official.

Because of the majesty of being an official, wearing an official robe and a right-angled futou hat, anyone who saw him had to bow and respectfully call his parents.

After he grew up and became sensible, Zhong Xiang no longer looked down on being an official.

Being an official may seem majestic, but with the emperor and prime ministers restraining you above, and the gentry and big family making things difficult for you below, you feel like a doormat in the middle.

So what to do?
emperor!

The emperor is good, once he speaks, everything will follow.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the emperor is the biggest.

At this point, the seeds of rebellion were buried deep in Zhong Xiang's heart.

Time has passed, and Xiang Zhong is now in his forties. His three sons are all grown up, married and have children.

However, the seeds of rebellion in the heart of Zhong Xiang, who became a grandfather, did not wither. Instead, as time went by, they gradually took root and grew into a towering tree.

He is not a fool, he knows how to plan and act first.

He and Fang La both chose the same method, preaching!

Using the name of providing free clinics for nearby people, he preached in various villages.

Moreover, the teachings of Fangla's Manichaeism are obscure and difficult to understand, and poor people cannot read a word of it. They often need to explain it several times before they can barely understand it.

Zhong Xiang was even smarter. He studied Buddhism in his spare time, integrated Manichaeism and Maitreyaism, and created a more down-to-earth teaching.

The core of the doctrine is very simple, with only one sentence.

[The law distinguishes the rich from the poor, the rich and the poor, which is not a good law.When I practice the Dharma, I treat the noble and the humble, the rich and the poor alike. 】

It must be said that this person is a born rebel.

As soon as this vernacular teaching came out, it immediately resonated with the poor people. Coupled with his charity of free medical treatment, they all voluntarily joined the religion and became believers.

To this day, there are countless believers under Zhong Xiang's command, and their scope has spread from Dingzhou to all roads in Hubei. They have also funded and supported Yang Yao, a water thief in Dongting Lake.

"Father, father, the Western Army is defeated!"

Zhong Ziang held a newspaper in his hand and walked excitedly to the study.

In the study, Zhong Xiang was originally compiling teachings. When he heard this, his hand holding the pen shook slightly, and suddenly a ball of ink dripped on the paper and spread quickly.

Putting down the Langhao pen, he hurriedly asked: "Really?"

"really!"

Zhong Ziang nodded and handed over the newspaper in his hand.

After taking the Di newspaper and flipping through it quickly, Zhong Xiang shook his head and said with a smile: "Folk tabloids are for profit, and they say too many things to shock people. They cannot be trusted."

"Father, this newspaper is from Qingzhou Daily, so it should be trustworthy." Zhong Ziang paused and continued: "Did father forget that the Wang family sold off their land and shops at a low price two months ago?"

Zhong Xiang nodded first, and then said with confusion on his face: "Of course I remember, but what does this have to do with it?"

The Wang family, a large family in the county, suddenly sold off their land, shops, and even their ancestral home in the past two months. It was said that the eldest son of the family had made a fortune outside and moved the family to Kaifeng Mansion.

Since the selling price was [-]% lower than the market price, Zhong Xiang also bought a lot of them himself.

"In recent days, I asked a friend to inquire about the news, and I learned that Wang Weizhong, the eldest son of Wang Yuanwai, is serving as an official in Yidu, Qingzhou!" Zhong Ziang said with excitement in his tone.

Influenced by his influence since childhood, Zhong Ziang, the eldest son, is now a vanguard of the rebellion.

If it succeeds, his father will be the emperor and he will be the prince!
"hiss!"

Zhong Xiang took a deep breath, his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Yes, yes! I was wondering how the Wang family could sell their business at such a low price, even selling their ancestral home. The original plan was to flee to Qingzhou!"

"Father, this Han Zhenduan is so amazing, he has such a method to subdue a group of officials." Zhong Ziang felt a little admiration in his heart.

Seeing the last sentence of the crusade, "Sharing the world with subordinate officials," Zhong Xiang clicked his tongue and said in surprise: "This person is indeed extraordinary. He found a new way and started with subordinate officials. Tsk, why didn't I think of that at the beginning."

"What's the use of subordinate officials?" Zhong Ziang asked puzzledly.

Zhong Xiang taught: "The subordinate officials are of great use. Putting aside the rest and conquering the world, who will govern them for you?"

Zhong Ziang replied: "There are officials to govern the world, and we will promote a group of officials when the time comes."

Hearing this, Prime Minister Zhong couldn't help but sneer: "Officials can run a shitty world. They sit in the lobby on weekdays and are only responsible for talking. Those subordinates are the ones who really do the work."

"Father, I understand."

Zhong Ziang nodded thoughtfully, and then suggested: "In this case, why don't we also learn from Han Zhen and share the world with the subordinates?"

"inappropriate."

Zhong Xiang waved his hands and said: "My father and I are not on the same path. Our believers are all poor people, and what they hate most are subordinate officials."

He wanted to learn, but the basics of the two sides were different and incompatible.

If he dares to say that he shares the world with subordinates, believe it or not, those believers will turn around and run away.

Zhong Ziang looked a little disappointed, but he quickly cheered up and said in a low voice: "Father, the Western Army's defeat this time will definitely make Zhao and Song people panic. Why don't we take the opportunity to start an attack?"

Zhong Xiang was also a little moved, but after all, he was not a stupid green-blooded person.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

After waiting for so many years, do you still care about this little time?

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……

The setting sun is like blood.

The setting sun illuminates the battlefield even more tragically.

Corpses were piled up like a hill, and limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere. The city wall, which was originally paved with blue bricks, was half stained red by blood, and with traces of smoke and fire, it looked like Shura Hell.

"Clang clang clang!"

The rapid sound of golden drums came from a distance.

After receiving Ming Jin's signal to withdraw his troops, the soldiers attacking the city disappeared like a tide.

Li Heihu was breathing heavily, holding his sword with one hand and raising his other arm, letting his guards bandage his wounds.

Looking at the retreating soldiers under the city wall, a guard looked puzzled: "Why did the Western Army retreat suddenly?"

You must know that the battle situation was urgent just now, at a critical moment, and the Western Army's offensive was fierce.

Even Li Heihu personally went into battle and fought fiercely for more than half an hour.

But the next moment, the sound of golden drums sounded without warning, and they retreated immediately.

Li Heihu's eyes flashed with confusion, and he ordered in a cold voice: "When something goes wrong, there must be something fishy. I tell Sun Zhi and others not to let down their guard. In addition, seize the time to rest and arrange for doctors to treat the injured. .”

"Order!"

The guard responded with clasped fists.

Since the two armies of the Western Army converged and took a short rest, they launched a fierce attack on Licheng.

The Western Army's strategy was very cunning, allowing more than [-] prisoners of war to attack the city in batches.

At the same time, let the main force of the Western Army disguise itself, mix among the prisoners of war, and launch a sudden attack.

This tactic makes it difficult for the Black Mountain thieves defending the city to defend themselves, and they have to be tight at all times.

Because you never know whether the next wave of attacks will be prisoners of war or elites of the Western Army.

In the first two days, the Western Army relied on this method to capture the west wall in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, Li Heihu was brave enough and led the elite Black Mountain bandits to fight bravely, annihilate the Western troops on the city wall, and retake the city wall.

Moreover, this tactic can preserve the strength of the Western Army to the greatest extent.

The siege lasted for seven days, and most of the dead were prisoners of war. The number of dead Western troops was estimated to be less than 3000.

At this time, Mr. Yin hurriedly climbed up the tower and said with a worried face: "Master, there are not many arrows left in the treasury."

Li Heihu asked: "How much is left?"

"Less than thirty thousand!"

Thirty thousand troops may sound like a lot, but according to the intensity of the Western Army's previous siege, they would be exhausted in less than half a day.

Li Heihu muttered: "Instruct the craftsmen in the city to step up production. In addition, we recruited civilians to collect arrows shot by the Western Army in various places in the city."

"it is good!"

Mr. Yin nodded.

Now, that's all there is to it.

(End of this chapter)