At the end of Song Dynasty: I want to be the master of ZTE

Chapter 177 The Ultimate Weapon
"Everyone, Yuan Lu dug a cave under Diaoyu Mountain, filled it with gunpowder and then blasted it. The entire mountain collapsed and Hecheng was destroyed.

Diaoyu City was lost, Sichuan was no longer owned by the imperial court, and the Sichuan and Shaanxi Tatars marched southward in large numbers, so the war between the two lakes was intense..."

On the podium, the emperor was talking eloquently, and the young people below were sitting upright.

The emperor often gave lectures, two or three times a month. In fact, everyone is used to it, but today is different.

Chen Yizhong, Li Tingzhi, Lu Xiufu, the six ministers, and the big shots in the court were all sitting in the back, so everyone couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Diaoyu City has resisted the enemy for 35 years. The captive leader Meng Ge died under the city. He has made outstanding achievements. I am saddened by today's destruction...

What I want to talk about today is the national integrity embodied in Diaoyu City.

A nation refers to a group of people with the same culture, language, and history. Just like us, if we speak Chinese, use Chinese systems, and practice Chinese rituals, we are the Han people.

Just like the Tartars, they all shave their heads and have their hair cut off at the left and right sides. If they cannot change their hair, they will always be aliens...

The Chinese language should belong to the nation, but the nation is not the Han ethnic group. Just like Zhao Cunzhong, whose hair style, clothing and language are almost the same as mine except for his appearance, he can also be a nation...

Consciousness is the reflection of perception and the sum of contemplation. Generally speaking, the subjective reflection of the human mind on the objective material world is also the sum of various psychological processes such as feeling and thinking..."

The teenagers listened in a confused way, and it was difficult to ask questions, so they just tried to concentrate on listening.

The ministers were in trouble. They kept writing with their brushes and couldn't stop at all.

Everyone has had this concept and understanding of nation, national consciousness, and national integrity for a long time, but it is not systematic. Now that the emperor has clearly defined it and elaborated it systematically, everyone feels that they have benefited a lot.

Of course, the emperor only put forward some concepts, and the details need to be supplemented by ministers.

This is not difficult. It is easy because you have read a lot of books and have a clear direction.

As a result, a group of people stayed away from get off work during the Chinese New Year. They all communicated and discussed in the yamen, constantly improving the emperor's theory.

In this state, time passed quickly, and it was March four years before I knew it.

At this time, it was already the time when the flowers were red, willows were green, orioles were flying, and the grass was growing. No matter the dignitaries or ordinary people, they were walking around more.

Under the emperor's feet, order is acceptable. At least no one dares to run a horse in the street and kill someone.

The elderly Zhao Fu stayed in the academy for the whole winter and felt quite tired, so he decided to go out to relax.

After being abducted to the capital for more than forty years, Zhao Fu never became an official. However, Xu Heng, Hao Jing, Liu Yin and other imperial officials made good friends with him, and countless of his students became officials, so his life was worry-free.

As soon as he left the academy, he saw the concierge and a young man arguing. It seemed that the young man wanted to go in to visit him, but the concierge refused to let him in.

Zhao Fu walked over and said, "Don't make any noise. I am Zhao Fu. Who are you?"

"I have met Mr. Jiang Han." The young man bowed and said, "Student Wang Zhi, whose courtesy name is Jiyuan, has sent a book to Mr. Jiang. Please come in and describe it in detail."

"That's fine." Zhao Fu felt it was funny, but he didn't refuse.

He has always been easy-going and easy-going. As long as it is not about principles, he is willing to adapt, even if he doesn't think Wang Zhi can have any good books.

I thought that he had lived in Dadu for forty years, met Kublai Khan, and got acquainted with Yuan Haowen, and there was no one who came and went on weekdays. If he really wanted to find a book, it would be no trouble at all.

Entering the courtyard, retreating to the left and right, Wang Zhi held up a book and bowed down, saying: "Wang Zhi, the secret agent of the Imperial City Department of the Song Dynasty, was ordered to send a letter to Mr. Jiang Han, asking him to plan for the world and pass the letter to the Han people in the north."

"What?" Zhao Fu felt like the world was spinning and he could hardly stand.

I thought that I was getting old and would die in a foreign land, but I didn't expect to hear news about my homeland, and it was sent by the emperor.

I was so excited that I couldn't help myself.

After a long time, Zhao Fu calmed down and said, "Do you want me to do it carefully?"

"It is not a meticulous work, but it is more dangerous than a careful work. But if there is a mistake, not only the teacher himself, but also the old disciples will be implicated.

Of course, if Kublai Khan had no talent or learning, there would be no risk. Wang Zhi said. Zhao Fu was curious and took the book to read.

"Ethnic Theory", the three words are quite vigorous, but it can be seen that they are still childish, which shows that the author has not studied for a long time.

"This is signed by His Majesty himself and must be delivered to Sir." Wang Zhi said.

Zhao Fu cupped his hands towards the south and said, "But I don't want to taint the saint's ears with my humble name. It's a sin."

"Your Majesty has heard of Mr.'s name for a long time, so he didn't want to disturb you. It's just that this matter must be done by Mr. Wang Zhi." Wang Zhi said.

With the help of liquor and sugar, the Imperial City Division sent many spies to the north and naturally collected a lot of information.

One of the candidates for the internal response was Zhao Fu.

In the second year of Duanping (1235), the Mongolian army officially attacked the Southern Song Dynasty, first attacking Hubei and massacring De'an. Only Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, medicine, and divination survived.

Yao Shu saw Zhao Fu's extraordinary demeanor, and after talking with him, he felt that he was a great talent, so he stayed with him. However, Zhao Fu did not want to live, so he went out to the tent at night. Yao Shu saw that there were only clothes on the bed, so he immediately went out to chase him, and saw Zhao Fu standing among the piles of corpses. Cry bitterly.

It was right by the water, and he went down a little later. Yao Shu quickly pulled him out and later brought him back to Dadu.

Zhao Fu didn't die, and saw that Cheng Zhu's books were not as good as those in the north, so he taught with peace of mind and spread Cheng Zhu's Neo Confucianism.

As his reputation grew, Kublai Khan summoned him and asked, "I want to seize the Song Dynasty. Can you guide me?"

Zhao Fu replied: "Song is the country of my parents, and no one has ever led other people's troops to kill his parents."

People in the north thought that Zhao Fu was loyal and respected him more and more. To this day, he has considerable influence in the northern Confucian circles.

Such people were respected by everyone in the Song court, but they did not care about military affairs and were not suitable for detailed work. However, if they wanted to engage in ideological competition, they had to be such people.

Zhao Fu didn't know the little emperor's plan, so he opened the book first.

"Han nationality, the ethnic group of Han people..."

Once you look at it, you can't pull your eyes out.

Various aspects such as appearance, ancestry, culture, customs, traditions, and systems are explained, and the Han ethnic group is defined in detail, and from this, the Chinese nation and national consciousness are derived.

More than 3 words, Zhao Fu read it over and over again. It was not until someone called outside the door that he came back to his senses.

"I wasted my time for seventy years, and now I know who I am!" Zhao Fu sighed and let his servant in.

The servant just saw that he hadn't come out for a long time, and it was dinner time, so he came to see him.

"I'm glad to have a masterpiece today. It's time to realize it. Go, prepare some wine and celebrate." Zhao Fu said.

The servant did not doubt his presence and immediately went down to prepare.

"This article is shocking and enlightening. It should be known to everyone. What does Jiyuan teach me?" Zhao Fu asked.

"This is to cut off the foundation of Mongolia. Students come to the north to leave a legacy. It only depends on the teacher's wishes." Wang Zhi replied.

"It's time to throw away the decayed and broken body!" Zhao Fu said: "If we print more, it will be easier to find a bookshop, but we need to raise money. In addition, how to send it out needs to be carefully planned."

"It's easy to talk about money matters. The court has already prepared for it." Wang Zhi said: "The officials have said that if possible, we should take Mr. back south."

"Things have changed and people have changed. I am not in a hurry. I am very lucky to be able to do my little bit for the country and the dynasty." Zhao Fu said.

So Wang Zhi explained the plan in detail.

It should be spread as widely as possible to awaken the national consciousness among the Han people in the north and fundamentally cut off the roots of Kublai Khan.

"Official officials say that ideology is the ultimate weapon. If national consciousness is fully awakened, no strong enemy will be able to conquer China."

(End of this chapter)