fifth form

Chapter 2306 Meeting
"How does this connection work?"

Zhang Xuezhou, Dong Zhongshu and the new emperor were partners, while the King of Huainan was the enemy.

Not to mention the hostile party, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the situation among the cooperative parties was also difficult to describe.

Zhang Xuezhou repeatedly requested to resign in the court but failed, and he still needed to use his position as Taizhong Daifu to help Dong Zhongshu do things. The more he was involved, the more trouble he would inevitably get into.

Dong Zhongshu came here following the trajectory of luck, but in just a few days, he endured various stimulations and had to change plans repeatedly, which made him doubt his life.

The new emperor is the last link, but he has obtained several difficult-to-connect governance suggestions. After learning about Zhang Xuezhou's story of the connection between heaven and man, the new emperor is eager to find Dong Zhongshu, the founder, but to no avail.

The fortune-telling techniques practiced by the people did not help them achieve their wishes, nor did they help them avoid disasters.

But Zhang Xuezhou cannot say that everyone gained nothing. Zhang Xuezhou knew about the saint's great unity of heaven and man, and thus he could seek the unity of heaven and man. In the case of King Huainan, he pushed it into the real world and found a possible way to find Huang Daoxian.

Dong Zhongshu failed in his attempt to get his affairs done in Chang'an, as he had difficulty in getting the ritual system created specifically for Confucianism implemented. However, the new emperor acquiesced in Zhang Xuezhou's system-making involving agricultural families, Confucianism, and academies.

The new emperor not only learned the method of communicating with heaven, but also found an ally to join forces with against the King of Huainan.

It seemed that everyone had not accomplished anything, but everyone had gained something.

Sitting in the wing of the office of Taizhong Doctor of Fengchang Temple, Zhang Xuezhou made many comparisons while writing, and carefully thought about the relationships among everyone.

"Master Dong and I can get along well if we are honest with each other. If His Majesty finds out about the problem, how will we get along then? Will we become the second King Huainan to be targeted in the future?"

Zhang Xuezhou frowned.

If it was a one-on-one situation between the operator and the magician, things would only be black or white, but the coincidence is that there are three parties involved.

Even if he defeated the King of Huainan, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the competition of martial arts was not over yet, but it might be a new beginning.

When he thought about the possibility that Dong Zhongshu could achieve the realm of true self, and that the new emperor would surely gain greater power after defeating the King of Huainan, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he, who practiced the art of luck, was undoubtedly as weak as he could be.

"If I can't hide my cultivation and reveal it, I can only improve my own value and make myself an indispensable part of the group. But without the suppression of the external force of the King of Huainan, this kind of cooperation will not last long. It requires the support of competing forces behind the scenes. Your Majesty's court and Master Dong's Confucianism are both supporters. What do I have?"

A Go player makes a move and imagines the next ten steps of the game. At this time, Zhang Xuezhou and others had not yet fought against the King of Huainan, but what he was thinking about already involved a three-way balance.

His idea was not advanced, and he could not come up with a plan at the moment, but at least he needed to be mentally prepared.

If he encounters a suitable opportunity, he will not miss the possible chance just because he has never thought about related matters.

"Clerk, bind these contents into a scroll and send it to the court tomorrow!"

Zhang Xuezhou doesn't like to use short words, everything he writes is in plain language.

Just like he had written fictitious stories when seeking an official position, Zhang Xuezhou used popular language when compiling the ritual system.

This resulted in him writing for several days in a row, and a large number of bamboo slips piled up, so he had to ask people to bundle them up and carry them to the palace.

The rituals he wrote included rules and regulations for rewarding farmers and soldiers, as well as rules and regulations for the promotion of academies. They also involved Confucian etiquette teachings, and also promoted the Yin-Yang school's harmony of yin and yang between men and women.

In short, there are a lot of things to do and they are very complicated. Zhang Xuezhou wrote a lot, but whether it works or not is another matter.

At present, there are no rewards for agricultural official positions, nor are there any awards for military merit, and there are no academies set up in all directions, but these etiquette matters can exist as advance regulations, and it is even possible to conduct sample demonstrations.

As the target of impeachment, it was one thing for Zhang Xuezhou to describe the new emperor, and it was another to write on these rituals.

He was known for his style of never stopping until he made shocking remarks. He mentioned that ten to twenty academies could be established in Chang'an and other places, and advocated that everyone could go to the academy to receive education, and that everyone must abide by etiquette and regulations.

There is also the Yin-Yang School, which deals with the ratio of men to women in society, the one-to-one couple system, and the equal system of giving birth to boys and girls.

These contents are relatively normal in the Red Alliance Congress, but they are undoubtedly out of touch with the current social form in the Han Dynasty.

Zhang Xuezhou fired a barrage of map artillery and felt that even the new emperor with his harem was involved in it.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that everyone must be disgusted with him as he was talking so much nonsense. As long as someone started it, everyone would surely join in the impeachment, and it would be natural for the new emperor to accept the impeachment.

"Documentary?"

Zhang Xuezhou was very happy. When he called again, he saw a thin clerk with several people entering the room. "Sir, the clerk Di Shan has arrived. I have asked my family to help bind the books. We will definitely finish this task today!"

The thin clerk saluted and pointed to several people behind him.

Zhang Xuezhou wrote a huge number of bamboo slips in vernacular Chinese. These slips could not be simply bundled into a roll, but needed to be classified and sorted.

This requires reading through the bamboo slips he wrote, which requires a certain amount of brainpower.

The amount of bamboo slips he used weighed thousands of pounds, and it would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to complete such an arrangement.

If you need to rush, you will need to call on friends for help.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the documents assigned to him by Fengchang Temple and had no choice but to wave his hand to signal the other party to finish the task. After all, as a Taizhong doctor, the number of times he had to trouble others should be very limited.

"My Lord, do you remember me?"

Zhang Xuezhou gestured to the clerk to do the work, and when he turned around, he heard someone calling him.

When he looked back, Zhang Xuezhou saw a fat and big-eared rich man among Di Shan's helpers bowing to him.

"It's Dirang!"

Zhang Xuezhou chuckled, as if he remembered the wealthy businessman who sold him the house at a high price.

At this time, Di Rang's face was blue and red, and he wanted Zhang Xuezhou to take care of his son. However, in the limited times he had interacted with Zhang Xuezhou, he had done some unkind things. For a while, he wanted to build a relationship with Zhang Xuezhou but did not dare to do so.

Di Rang never thought that after he had gone to great lengths to transfer his son back from the north, he would end up transferring him to work under his former neighbor.

One is a clerk who records events and handles affairs, and the other is Taizhong Daifu, a position second only to the Nine Ministers in the imperial court. There is a natural difference between them.

Di Rang originally thought that after moving, he would never have any contact with Zhang Xuezhou in his life. He never expected that such a thing would happen.

If they remain neighbors, this is a solid relationship.

He felt very upset when he bowed, but his versatile nature as a businessman made him harden his face and humbly asked Zhang Xuezhou for help.

"Do your job well and everything will come naturally!"

Zhang Xuezhou patted Di Rang on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to worry about his son and that Zhang Xuezhou would not retaliate.

The imperial court now values ​​personal connections. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to get in, and it is extremely difficult for those who lack powerful guarantors to gain a foothold in the court.

People like Zhang Xuezhou, who temporarily borrowed the name of Anle Palace, could not resign even if they wanted to.

This also means that without the influence of senior officials, no matter what ordinary officials do, the other party can only float within a range and find it difficult to break through the class.

Zhang Xuezhou was already prepared to lose his job. If he could not serve as Di Shan's supporter, it would be useless even if he promoted Di Shan.

On the contrary, when he loses his job, Di Shan will still be implicated by him.

"Your superior official has a weird temper. Dad offended him in the past. You will inevitably be tortured by him in the future. You need to be patient..."

Zhang Xuezhou pushed the door open and left.

Faintly, he could hear Di Rang's voice instructing Di Shan, which made him smile. Then he shook his head and walked out of Fengchang Temple.

"Master Dongfang?"

When he walked to the carriage area and wanted to find the driver to go home, he heard a woman's voice coming from a carriage.

Zhang Xuezhou turned around and saw Zhang Cigong driving a luxurious royal carriage slowly.

The curtain of the carriage was drawn up, and a woman with a veil covering her face stretched out her hand to wave.

This made Zhang Xuezhou squint his eyes slightly. He felt that no matter how fast he moved, he would inevitably run into people from the Huainan Palace.