Three Kingdoms, I'm really not a general!

Chapter 655: A Completely Sinicized Island Nation

It doesn’t actually take too much time to change the memory of a nation.

Even with the blessing of faith in gods, it only takes half a year or a year to achieve the goal.

Next to the "Heavenly Palace", Xing Daorong built another "Wenge".

This place is actually a huge private school, where those who can pass the examination can continue to study Chinese culture.

Then we went to other places and relied on them to promote Chinese culture.

At the moment... Xing Daorong, along with Lu Xun and others, were in the palace, looking at the Fuso students who were entering one after another.

They were dressed in indigo-colored round-necked robes, wearing Confucian scarves on their heads, with brocade bags for writing brushes and ink hanging around their waists. They discussed in groups of three or four the chapter of Mencius that they had learned yesterday in fluent Chinese.

If it weren't for his slightly short stature and slightly upturned eyes, he would be almost the same as a scholar from the Central Plains.

Seeing this, Xing Daorong pulled Lu Xun and said, "Let's go... and see how our students are doing."

Lu Xun was also quite interested and immediately followed along.

...

"Greetings, Heavenly King!" When the students saw Xing Daorong, they stopped and respectfully performed the disciple's salute.

Xing Daorong nodded slightly, his eyes falling on a teenager who was scolding his companion for his incorrect pronunciation.

"Elegant speech and correct pronunciation are related to the character of a scholar. With your eloquence, aren't you bringing disgrace to your master?" The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and there was no trace of a Japanese in his features.

The boy who was scolded blushed and apologized repeatedly in Chinese with a Wu accent: "Brother, you are right. I will practice hard."

Since most of the teachers in these "Wenge" are from the Lu family, they all have a Wu accent to some extent.

But having a little accent isn't a big deal, as long as it's not a Japanese accent.

Xing Daorong, who was watching from the side, was very satisfied. He remembered something and said, "King Fusang, many islanders want to change their Chinese names now. It just so happens that we are checking the household registration right now. Why not do it together?"

The name needs to be changed!
This is good!

"Good, very good." Xing Daorong smiled. "Pass the order down. Anyone who voluntarily changes his Chinese surname can seek confirmation from the local household registration officer. However... they can't just pick a surname randomly. We can choose one for them according to some rules."

"For example, if it's Himiya, it's changed to Mi, if it's Yintian, it's changed to Yin, and so on..."

Lu Xun nodded repeatedly and understood immediately.

Seeing that the comprehensive Chinese translation was going so smoothly, Xing Daorong was in a good mood and planned to go around the city to have a look.

...

Walking in Hanzhi City now is almost the same as walking in a prosperous provincial capital in the Central Plains.

In the teahouse with wine flags fluttering, the storyteller is telling the story of Han culture in Chinese.

In front of the silk shop, women were comparing the newly arrived brocades from Shu.

Even the vendors selling candy figurines on the street corners shouted with a Henan accent.

A young girl in a lilac skirt hurried by and accidentally bumped into Xing Daorong's entourage.

She fell to her knees in panic and apologized in standard Luoyang Mandarin: "I was so reckless and offended you, sir. Please forgive me!"

Xing Daorong looked at it with interest.

Xing Daorong motioned for her to stand up and noticed that she was holding a copy of the Book of Songs in her arms. The edges of the pages were curled, obviously she had read it frequently.

Seeing this, Xing Daorong couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you reading the Book of Songs?"

The girl timidly replied, "Your Excellency, I love the Zhounan and Zhaonan chapters the most."

Xing Daorong nodded slightly, it turned out that their own culture was indeed powerful.

Look at this girl, she seems completely obsessed!

Then he asked, "What's your name? Can you change it?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to say, "I have changed my name to Zhou Nanwei, which comes from - Pick the Wei, Pick the Wei, Wei also means stop." Xing Daorong was even more satisfied, and after a few words of encouragement, he continued his "inspection".

But the situation that occurred later was a little disharmonious.

But when Xing Daorong and his party turned the corner, a strange sound caught Xing Daorong's attention.

In a secluded courtyard, several old men sat together, chanting ancient ballads in low voices in the Fusang language.

They were also wearing the rare Japanese costumes, which looked out of place in the sunlight.

Lu Xun's face darkened: "I will go now..."

"No need." Xing Daorong raised his hand to stop him and walked into the yard instead.

When the old people discovered him, their singing stopped abruptly and they fell to the ground in fear.

Xing Daorong squatted down and asked in a friendly manner, "What are you singing?"

The oldest man trembled and answered: "It is a ballad passed down by our ancestors."

Xing Daorong raised his eyebrows and said, "Keep singing."

The old men began to chant again in fear, their hoarse voices trembling as they told the legend of Fuso.

However, the language used was the Japanese language, and Xing Daorong couldn't understand it at all.

Just to show respect, I listened patiently.

After listening quietly, Xing Daorong suddenly asked again, "Do you have grandchildren?"

The old people looked at each other, and finally a thin old woman answered: "My grandson is studying in Wen Pavilion."

Xing Daorong still had a smile on his face: "Can he sing these ballads?"

A trace of sadness flashed in the old woman's eyes: "He said these are barbaric sounds, which are insulting to civilization."

Xing Daorong stood up and brushed his sleeves when he heard this: "Remember these ballads well. In ten years, I'm afraid no one will be able to sing them."

After saying that, he turned and left, and the suppressed sobbing of the old people could be heard behind him.

This made Xing Daorong feel like a bad guy.

But this is a matter of benefit to future generations, so I don’t care whether it is evil or not…

...

After returning to the palace, Xing Daorong summoned the inspectors of private schools from all over the country.

The results of the report are gratifying: 70% of the latest batch of students are unable to have a complete conversation in Fuso.

In addition, more than 90% of families voluntarily changed their surnames to Chinese ones.

In girls' private schools, the recitation rates of "Instructions for Women" and "Biographies of Women" even exceeded those in some counties in the Central Plains.

"General, this is a petition from Kyushu." An inspector presented a scroll of silk. "Local people request that the last shrine be demolished and replaced with a Confucius Temple."

Xing Daorong unfolded the petition, and the signature was filled with densely packed Chinese names.

I agreed immediately and stamped the permission on the spot.

As the King of Fuso, he naturally has his own seal.

Lu Xun said, "Your Majesty, we have compiled a new book called Dongying Geography, in which the names of mountains, rivers and cities have been replaced with Chinese names."

After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the title page: "Culture is blood. If we share the same blood, we will be one family forever."

I put down my pen and heard the sound of the bell from Wen Ge in the distance.

It was a standard Han-style chime bell, cast according to the regulations recorded in the "Book of Rites of Zhou".

The bells echoed in the city...as if announcing the end of an old era and the birth of a new era!
(End of this chapter)