History of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 197: The Festival of One Grain

"Sometimes, the general trend can be unstoppable..."

Feng Yun said suddenly.

Zhaoyang was puzzled.

Feng Yun explained: "If all Chu people agree with respecting the ancestors and spontaneously support the words of respecting the ancestors, then the powerful people will choose to go against public opinion and spend a lot of effort to reverse the situation, or find suitable candidates in this situation." Where is your position?"

"The general trend is like a flood."

Zhaoyang suddenly realized.

but……

Zhaoyang wanted to say.

Feng Yun said first: "Sima Zhaoyang, remember when Chu Yuchu entered the capital of Ying in Chu, you asked: How many people are there in Chu?"

Zhaoyang recalled, he still remembered.

Feng Yun stood in front of the capital of Ying, looking at the prosperity of Chu, and replied - Chu people thrived in Chu, and their numbers were endless.

In response to this, Zhaoyang Fang Xiaofengyun has a broad mind and a far-sighted vision.

"Zhaoyang remembers."

Feng Yun nodded.

"The sacrifices of Chu were made with three animals and six animals, six grains of wine, and a tripod and a gui."

"Its worship of heaven and earth is the highest, it is the worship of ancestors and the country's righteousness, it is the greatest sacrifice of war and memorial ceremony."

"If the King of Chu wants to let the common people worship their ancestors, thinking that it is a small and normal thing, the sacrifices can be limited to one grain, and they do not overstep their bounds. Is this the beginning of the trend of respecting the ancestors?"

"Food is the most important thing for the people, and sacrificing a grain of food is enough to be the best sincerity to the ancestors."

Zhaoyang's eyes flashed...

A grain sacrifice?

Listen again.

"I know Lord Chu's thoughts, and how much I want to control the people's hearts..."

"In that case, let Chu Jun get out of this one-grain meal."

"One liter of rice for one person is only [-] dan for one million people. Lord Chu should not be stingy, so this is the gift of the beginning of spring."

One liter of rice is about one and a half catties. For one million people, it is 150 million catties.

One stone weighs 150 kilograms, so 150 million kilograms is ten thousand kilograms.

At the beginning, the king of Yangyue was able to give [-] stones as a gift to Baiyue. The state of Chu was much richer than Yangyue, so how could it be without food?
Zhaoyang's heart moved. If Chu Jun really did this, then...

"Fengzi..."

"Go back, Beginning of Spring. I also miss my dear. In the evening, I should also hold a small sacrifice to remember my late king."

"promise!"

Zhaoyang is happy that such a method will make the Chu State a lot more angry, and it will benefit Chu greatly, and even the powerful people will not stop it.

"Thank you Fengzi for your advice."

Feng Yun shook his head, his eyes flickering past the dusty memory.

Year... How can you be sad on a special day?
……

Not long after, an urgent order came from the palace of the State of Chu. His strong horses galloped, carrying the order of the Lord of Chu, and quickly left the city and dispersed in all directions.

Such a battle made the Chu people panic, thinking that barbarians were attacking and wanted to fight!

But soon-

"Chu Jun's order, feeling the kindness of heaven and earth, and the Chu people's memory of their ancestors, decrees that at the beginning of spring, the common people can practice small righteousness and sacrifice one grain..."

"You can worship your ancestors!"

Chu Ren was shocked, and he couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart.

And smell it.

"Your Majesty feels that it is the etiquette to start spring, so he ordered that from the monarch's treasury, as long as there are people in the household, regardless of age, each person can receive one liter of rice to assist in the sacrifice!"

"what!"

"Chu Jun's grace!"

The Chu people cried and worshiped with tears.

As this order was conveyed, the people of Chu in the capital city of Ying were all moved by Lord Chu, and could not express their joy.

The wind and cold had not yet ended, but the deserted streets were filled with excitement.

The queue of one liter of rice is long and not chaotic.

Just because.

This is the valley where ancestors are worshipped. Whoever dares to cause trouble will be unforgivable by the people of Chu!

"call!"

The cold wind is blowing and the sun is about to set...

In the palace wall of Chu Jun, there are tall towers. Chu Jun looks at the capital city of Ying in the distance.

Under the setting sun, the red Chubu swayed in the wind, glowing with a yellow halo.

The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, and the aroma of the grain is overflowing.

The people of Chu shouted for their ancestors, and their cries were sad but not sad, full of emotion.

This is Chu Jun’s situation that he has never seen before.

He was speechless and in a daze, reflecting everything in his eyes, as if he was remembering this moment.

Zhaoyang and Sun Shuao were beside him, not daring to disturb him. They also looked at this unprecedented atmosphere together.

"Maybe this is the meaning of country."

Chu Jun closed his eyes, smiled and sighed.

"Fengzi..." "Huh..." A warm wind blew by.

"How can I be disrespectful?"

“Spring brings growth and summer grows, autumn harvests and winter stores, the beginning of spring brings new life.”

Bow your head and sigh again.

"The people of Chu are countless in number."

"Haha, hahaha."

"I understand, Chu people are countless in number!"

"This is the country!"

Lord Chu looked at the sky from a distance. This was the sky for the people of Chu. At this time, the fortune was churning, demonstrating Lord Chu's authority.

The hearts of the people are there!

"The Prime Minister of the country has given an order that at the beginning of spring, everyone should prepare a grain as a gift to the people of Chu!"

"promise!"

Sun Shuao responded with a salute, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Fengzi's move has strengthened the Chu king's intention to respect his ancestors and leave the "Zhou Rites".

At the same time, it also points out the direction, the etiquette can be preserved, and the respect for the ancestors cannot be forgotten.

"Haha..." Chu Jun was so happy that it was hard to express, but he was happy for the queen.

His eyes are complicated, but as a monarch, he has to surrender to others.

"Zhaoyang, what kind of person do you think Fengzi is?"

When Zhaoyang heard about it, he didn't think twice.

"The wind is like the wind, caressing the human race."

Like the wind, like the momentum, follow the trend and grow to achieve great power.

"Such a person is the only one Zhaoyang sees today."

Chu Jun's eyes were calm, and he nodded slowly after hearing this.

"Yes, Fengzi, the only one in this world."

"Zhaoyang, please speak for me... I hope Fengzi can help the Chu people respect their ancestors. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I will personally send Fengzi away from Chu."

Li Chu.

Knowing Baoxiang's death, Chu Jun still wanted Feng Yun to leave freely at this time.

"If we, Chu, restrain these virtuous people, even if I fight in the barbarians and contribute to the inheritance of Chu for generations, it will not be enough to offset the sins of the human race."

Say this.

Sun Shuao was shocked.

I was shocked that Chu Jun’s ambition has reached another level due to this incident. His ambition is no longer capable of being tolerated by a big country. The Chu Kingdom already has a Daxing Jun!
Zhaoyang was overjoyed.

When the wind comes to Chu, there is nothing to fear.

……

That night--

"call…"

The cold wind in Yingdu was filled with warmth, which surprised Feng Yundu.

It stands to reason that it is the Great Cold at this time.

He sat by the window, originally looking at the sky and remembering his relatives, but he unconsciously looked at the sky and looked at the atmosphere.

"So this is the case. Chu's luck has greatly increased, its cold wind has also been blocked, and the original harm caused by the weather has also changed."

"Ok?"

The damage caused by the weather slowly receded. Under the exposed corner, Feng Yun could faintly see a black and green light flashing through. It turned out that the illness was not gone.

"This wind-cold disease has lasted for so long?"

Looking at this situation, I am afraid it will last for several months.

"How come?"

Feng Yun's heart condensed slightly.

Feng Yun thought, after drinking this medicinal soup, he shouldn't get sick again.

"Da da da…"

"Fengzi, Zhaoyang wants to see you."

"Enter."

Zhaoyang explained Chu Jun's wishes and promises one by one.

Feng Yun drank tea, smiled and nodded.

"Jun Chu has this order, and I also have this intention."

Feng Yun got up and went to the book.

There is a name on it - "States of Chu".

"When I was in the court, I was a master and taught Chinese characters to children."

"At this time in Chu, if you don't serve as an official, you can only do a few things in this position."

"Yu, let's talk to the Chu people..."

"Zhu Rong - The legend of Wu Hui, his descendants are Chu."

"The ancestor of Chu, Xiong, used his hands to turn the country of Fifty Miles Viscount into the land of Jingchu with thousands of miles of blessings..."

(End of this chapter)