Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 482 Full of Resentment
Gao Shilian could certainly see that he was not an unknown person, and a fool could not be a prime minister for half his life.

But what can he do? There is really no better way except to take one step at a time. The trend of the times and the huge wave are already approaching. If they can withstand it this time, they will survive. If not, they will have to move back, just like the princes of the past, retreating from the front stage to behind the scenes.

After pondering for a long time, Gao Shilian took out the "Record of the Aristocrats" which he had painstakingly compiled, in which the aristocrats in the world were ranked according to their status.

It records in detail the origin, history, current location and basic information behind each family and branch.

The Gao family ranks 27th, and the first is naturally the Longxi Li family.

With trembling hands, he smoothed out the wrinkled corners of the book "Record of the Nobles", took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes and showed no expression for a long time.

This was Gao Shilian's last trump card and also his plan to escape, just like what a gecko would do when in danger, throwing out part of its limbs to attract fire.

Of course, what Gao Shilian threw away was not a part of the limbs but other aristocratic families.

The power and resources of the aristocratic family have actually reached their peak at the moment, but Gao Shilian knows the principle of prosperity and decline. While they are busy dealing with the current disputes and infighting, a force has grown in an unstoppable manner.

The imperial power has been diluted, but more importantly, the people's hearts are also attracted. Gao Shilian keenly sensed that a huge wave was about to surge...

The flavor of "Han Yao Fu" is better when eaten with "Shi Zu Lu"!
As we all know, Xia Lin either doesn't do anything or does something big when he does. It's no surprise that Han Yao Fu has been circulated. It's not as beautiful as Tengwang Pavilion Preface, but it has a strong power.

On that day, in the tavern where scholars and students gathered, some people began to recite the Han Yao Fu aloud, and some even burst into tears when they were moved.

This is true for everyone in the world, especially young people. No matter how useless they are, they will never think that they are useless but that their talents have been suppressed. A tiger lies in the mountains listening to the howling wind, and a dragon lies in the shallows waiting for the tide.

This is a very scary thing. If you can't understand it, then refer to the following paragraph:
"Did you go to the market? Do you know how much bread costs these days? Half a million marks. Half a million marks! That's too much money to put in a carriage! If a thief steals your wallet and you take it back, are you a thief?"

At this point, it becomes "Have you looked at the court? Do you know how many children of noble families there are? Ninety percent! A full ninety percent! Those people pass down their positions from their fathers to their sons and grandsons, and they will always be in that position! If someone takes something that belongs to you and you take it back, then, are you considered a thief?"

There was a man in the tavern who was so passionate that his hair was disheveled and he banged his fist on the table with one hand: "Why do we have to live in a cold kiln? The Great Wei is the Great Wei of the people, and the Great Wei of those families! My classmates, this world shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"

At this time, someone would take out the copy of "A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire" that had been enlarged to three inches in size and put it on the table, raising their arms and shouting in response.

For a moment, the entire Jinling City was filled with angry roars.

The world shouldn’t be like this!

But at this moment, a servant from Gao's mansion quietly walked out of the door and came to Fuliang Book Bureau and Jinling Printing House.

"Print another 3,000 copies."

The library manager picked up the Records of the Nobles and took a look at it: "Two months."

"Three days." The boy held up three fingers and said, "Money, whatever you want."

"Thirty thousand taels."

With a snap, three ten thousand taels of silver notes were slapped on the table: "Within three days!"

In an instant, the entire library was put into operation, carving wood blocks and printing molds. The four factories worked day and night, and the large assembly lines with nearly 200 people were all in operation. When the wooden printing press broke down, they didn't even repair it. Instead, they just replaced the parts and started printing!
In less than three days, three thousand volumes of the Aristocratic Records, which smelled of ink, were piled up on the shelves. After the Gao family's servant came to inspect them, they were everywhere in the city just the next day.

The most terrifying thing is that the Records of the Aristocrats also include the official positions that the major families have historically held in the court. It is simply a checklist manual.

At that time, the children of aristocratic families in the capital had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. They would also read the Records of the Gentry and the Han Yao Fu.

They thought that the Cold Kiln Fu was simply absurd. A group of little monsters in the pool wanted to stir up the storm. Not to mention them, Xia Lin couldn't do it either. He was just a kid who took advantage of the wind. That was all. Could it be that their family's thousand-year inheritance was not as good as these people's ten years of hard study?

But the Records of the Nobles did make them start to compare themselves with others. Some were resentful that their rankings were too low, while others felt complacent about having achieved good rankings.

However, the signature on it was Gao Shilian, so it was still authoritative. So even though these people were indignant, they still endured it silently.

But the problem is that they are capable people. When those commoner students saw this list of gentry, their blood almost boiled. Each name on it was like a thorn in their hearts.

"The whole court is full of relatives, the whole hall is full of relatives, and all the ministers are children. How ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

Some people in the tavern were tipsy, some were roaring, but most were silent. They were indignant and tragic, but seemed somewhat at a loss.

Because even though my heart was filled with resentment and anger, I still had no clue.

After all, they still wanted to kneel down, kneel at the steps of the Golden Palace and shout "Long live the emperor". They could not and dared not act rashly, so they were just angry.

The sons of nobles who passed by just glanced at them sideways, then laughed loudly and went out.

But an ant. Is Xia Lin anxious at this moment? He is not anxious at all. Not only is he not anxious, but he thinks this rhythm is better. The tighter you press a spring, the higher it bounces.

Step on it, step on it hard.

"Record of the Nobles."

Lao Zhang placed the Aristocratic Clan Record in front of Xia Lin: "It's number one on the best-selling list."

Picking up the Record of the Nobles and flipping through a few pages, Xia Lin held his chin with one hand and said, "Don't say that. Gao Shilian is really quite capable. Ordinary people really can't stop him."

"He has been the prime minister for decades, so he still has some ability. He must have been prepared for this."

"That's nonsense! It will take years to compile this into a book. Once it comes out, the family's underwear will be exposed to everyone." Xia Lin saw the column of the Li family, which even included Sanniang's life. He could imagine how many years ago Gao Shilian had been planning this: "A strong man cuts off his arm, and a gecko cuts off his tail. Interesting."

“Hahaha.” Old Zhang raised his eyes and said, “You don’t know how happy those children from aristocratic families are these days. Especially when they see those common students are angry but do nothing, their expressions of gloating over other people’s misfortunes are beyond words. It can be said that they are extremely rampant.”

“How rampant?”

"How arrogant?" Old Zhang pointed at Xia Lin and said, "Change your clothes and follow me."

Lao Zhang, as the head of the secret service, knew all these things, so he took Xia Lin, who was in disguise, to the teahouse where the most students gathered in the capital. At this moment, they were no longer as passionate as in the previous few days, and they sat there like eggplants hit by frost. There were not as many people as before, just a few scattered little kids.

After entering, Xia Lin ordered a cup of tea and sat there quietly watching their expressions. It could really be said that each of them had a lifeless face and everyone looked lifeless.

Lao Zhang glanced out the window and said, "Almost done."

"What's almost done?"

"The fun guy is coming."

Sure enough, not long after, several people in expensive clothes walked into the teahouse. After they came in, they looked around first, and when they saw that there were not many customers, they went straight to the center and sat down.

"The best tea in this place tastes like swill, dull and uninteresting."

"Swill is good. Swill is really good. In the past, someone drank swill in Luoyang and became a royal consort."

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, Brother Liang is right. Then let's drink some swill too. Who knows, we may become prime ministers someday."

Lao Zhang and Xia Lin were sitting right next to them, and their voices were very loud, so the two of them could hear it clearly.

"I'm not the prince consort, you're not talking about me." Lao Zhang took a sip of tea: "But I have to say, this tea is really not as good as swill, at least there are meatballs in swill."

"BYD, you really are just stabbing yourself in the face."

"That's right, isn't that talking about you, the prince consort who became famous by eating slop."

In fact, everyone present knew who these people were mocking. Who else could it be? Of course it was Xia Lin, who had never denied the fact that he ate swill, and he was the only prince consort in the world who ate swill.

"You know what, after eating swill, who knows what kind of literary masterpieces can be produced. Look at those brilliant works, and if you don't know, you might think they are about something."

"Of course, oh... I'm angry at him for not fighting back."

This whole speech was about Xia Lin writing Han Yao Fu and the angry response of these common students. It was not a good feeling to have someone flip the book and hit him in the face. Xia Lin probably understood why there were few people in the teahouse today. It was probably because these people had been mocking him these days and the common students were unable to resist, so they simply didn't bother him.

Xia Lin said nothing, just drank his tea with a smile on his face.

Old Zhang was also sitting there with his legs crossed, laughing happily.

If you ask them if they are angry, they are not angry at all. Instead, they feel that these people are still putting on airs and their firepower is indeed a little weak.

What to do if the firepower is weak?
Come on!
Xia Lin limped over to them, holding a teacup in his hand, and sat down. "What you said is right. That person who ate slop and became a royal consort is really ridiculous. He is clearly nothing but still wants to see the emperor's face. He is overestimating his own abilities."

These people turned around to look at Xia Lin, but saw that he was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary temperament, with a northern accent, and must be from a northern family.

So they hurriedly laughed and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. I just feel happy when I hear you guys talking about that swill guy. But I can't understand why he, a mere bookworm, can shit and piss on our heads."

Xia Lin's words were vulgar, but they excited these people and they immediately regarded him as a confidant: "This brother is right. However, even such a swill guy still has a group of supporters. It's true that where maggots gather, there must be feces and urine."

(End of this chapter)