Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

"Minister Jie has already written the Draft of the Simplified Chinese Characters Plan. Yuan Youcheng was the first to submit a petition to the Emperor to support Minister Jie. She specifically asked me to send a set of her own handwritten version, which has a total of 3,000 characters."

Hearing Jie's name, the light in Kal'tsit's eyes moved.

She accepted the simplified draft in accordance with the etiquette of the Yan people.

"You Cheng is arranging homework with the students of Daoyong Department. I will pass it to him."

Hearing Kal'tsit's unauthentic official language, the official was stunned for a moment and continued:

"According to the Zhenmiao system, the emperor has ordered the Shiqu Pavilion to discuss the Draft Scheme for Character Simplification and related publishing rules, and jointly propose and vote on many of the regulations. All six ministries must attend, and Yuan Youcheng must also bring people to attend."

Kelsey hesitated for a moment and asked:

"I have heard of the New Culture Movement. Western countries also completed cultural reform by standardizing spelling and reducing the cost of language learning. I am also interested in the New Culture Movement. I wonder how I can join a folk poetry society?"

"I didn't expect that the girl is also interested in the poetry club?"

The official happily left a series of addresses in the inner city: "Fangcao Society and Pingyu Society are probably the most popular poetry societies. They hold vernacular poetry gatherings every day. Yunqing Society publishes a newspaper. You can also try to submit your work."

When Nasty heard Kal'tsit being called a girl, she hesitated to speak.

After the official left, she asked, "Are you really interested?"

"Every night when I discuss the future direction of the Western Pharmacy with Master Lin Tian, ​​there are some very valuable parts that are applicable not only to the Western Pharmacy, but also to Yan Country. Master Lin Tian is a wise listener and he is very good at taking notes."

Kal'tsit picked up the simplified draft and began to think about whether she should publish a portion of the meeting minutes.

To be honest, Kal'tsit hasn't met such a loyal listener for a long time. There are fewer and fewer people in various countries who are willing to listen to her, and she is the only one who can come to her every night to ask about matters related to the Western Pharmacy like Lin Tianshi.

Thanks to him, through repeated discussions and reflections, Kal'tsit became increasingly clear about the goals of the Western Pharmacy, and also had a clear understanding of what she had done over the past thousand years. She had to admit that she had failed.

The state of Terra has always been a failure, and no monarch has been able to find a political system that can unite everyone.

The gods expelled Tikaz from their original homeland and established their own kingdom, which was later overthrown by ordinary races. The Hippogriff was defeated by Ursus, the Pegasus royal family surrendered to Nightmare, and Draco and the dragons misunderstood each other as being of the same race...

Will her failure continue this time? Kal'tsit thought that she could discuss the answer to this question with the youngest people in Yan Country who were exposed to the latest culture.

……

"The Luan Pavilion in Fengtai Luan Pavilion refers to the Shiqu Pavilion, which is used to discuss issues with many details that are not suitable for discussion in the morning court. In short, it is to give the power to decide trivial matters to the ministers."

When Yan Junyan heard that Yuan Congqian was going to a meeting, there was sympathy in his eyes.

"There are ministers who are unable to realize their ambitions or are purely engaged in academic research. There are also annoying people who are thrown there to attend meetings every day because they are disliked by the government. The government deliberately prevents them from agreeing to the draft."

“So it’s still not approved?”

When Yuan Congqian heard this, the image of a group of corrupt scholars like Kong Yiji immediately emerged in his mind.

Yes, for this group of people who read the classics of Yan country for a thousand years, the new culture means that they will lose their jobs and their right to speak. Even Fu Tingzhao Laodeng had to jump around before losing his power, let alone them.

Yuan Congqian originally wanted to go and witness the adoption of the Yan Kingdom's simplified Chinese characters, but after Yan Junyan said this, he suddenly didn't want to go anymore. "So you're going to listen to the debate between corrupt scholars. Can I not go?"

Yan Junyan gave him a meaningful uncle smile.

"Your memorial had such a wide impact that the people of the capital said that you were the pioneer of the new culture. If you don't go to this event, the group of students who started the poetry club will write poems to satirize the government tomorrow."

"……I knew it."

Yuan Congqian looked at Qiu Fengshu.

Qiu Fengshu personally handed the petition to Yuan Congqian, who had it signed and sealed, and his eyes became vague.

Chapter 11: Shiquge and Jie (Additional Chapter )

The imperial city of Beijing, Shiqu Pavilion.

Shiqu Pavilion is small in size, and its main building is the first royal archive and the gate office of the Grand Historian.

The Salt and Iron Conference, which had a far-reaching impact, took place here.

Two or three hundred years ago, the emperor used this place as Fengge in order to show that he was open-minded and willing to accept advice.

According to Yuan Congqian's expectation, the Shiquge meeting should be a group of knowledgeable ministers who would ask questions and inquire into the Shangshu Jie who issued the draft in turn, and finally vote on whether to pass the draft for trial implementation.

All procedures should be clearly stipulated, and the draft became clearer and clearer through debate among the experts. The minutes of the meetings were also made public and were considered treasures by many New Culture students.

But what he saw was that the royal family members in court robes and formal crowns sat in the main seats, the ministers sent by the six ministries to listen were drowsy, and the scholars of classics in different clothes were spitting at each other. There was no debate about right and wrong, only his and my positions.

The only person who interested Yuan Congqian was Jie.

In the dimly lit corridor of Shiqu Pavilion, she stood quietly not far from the podium like a budding bouquet, gentle and charming, with her soft temperament blending well with the ancient architecture, as if what was in front of her was a poem and painting from a thousand years ago.

She was wearing a blue cloud dress and a white colorful dress, with a light veil like smoke curling around her body, holding a scroll of classics, and the light blue colorful dress fluttering with her steps. Standing on the sky-blue stone slab, it was the Goddess of Luo River who walked lightly.

Ling, who had black hair, sat beside her and tried to imitate her handwriting, but she couldn't write like her, which made Jie laugh. Ling was so frustrated that she threw down her pen and didn't write. Jie held her hand and slowly moved it on the copybook.

The elder sister who was deliberately acting coquettish and angry was comforted by the gentle younger sister.

Jie's ability was that every word she wrote would become a prophecy, so she didn't finish writing that stroke. In the calligraphy she left behind, she would deliberately leave a stroke unwritten, and then others would complete it after copying it.

The Minister of Rites walked onto the stage and announced the start of the Shiqu Pavilion meeting.

Then, Yuan Congqian watched a somewhat annoying comedy.

Whenever Jie proposed a plan to simplify a character, she would be accused of being "disrespectful to the sages" by the participants in Shiqu Pavilion. It was not known whether the sage he was talking about was older than Jie.

Then, there was Jie who "tampered with the classics, misled the world, and lost her integrity." It seemed that Jie, who they had never met before, was their mortal enemy, and they would not stop until they trampled her under their feet.

Jie had to face the tricky questions of more than ten people at the same time, asking her why she simplified it so much. The "亲" was gone, the "爱" was gone, and even the "龍" in the real dragon was simplified to look like a small insect.

If this question was asked to Yuan Congqian, Yuan Congqian would ask him whether he felt the sword he drew was very sharp. If it was asked to Liu Bang, Liu Bang would kick him and urinate in his hat.

But the one who faced this problem was Jie.

She had no idea of ​​the art of sophistry, and she answered whatever the ministers asked, using ancient books and famous calligraphy to say that people had been writing in this way for hundreds of years. So, she was defeated.

However, even if Yuan Congqian knew the importance of simplified Chinese characters to the popularization of education and came out to cheer for Jie, it would be difficult to change the fact that Jie's proposal was rejected as worthless at this meeting.

In the end, he couldn't bear to listen any more and simply closed his eyes and took a nap.

The assistant ministers of the six ministries were of the third rank, and he was of the fourth rank. They were all on the upper floors of the Shiqu Pavilion, so they didn't have to worry about being discovered while sleeping.

The ministers were all chatting in low voices, bored, already discussing which market to go to for dinner. The nobles and relatives looked at the commotion below as if they were watching a monkey show, knowing that nothing could be decided, and didn't take it to heart at all.

After all, Shiquge is a place where only trivial matters can be decided, and simplified Chinese characters are not something that can be argued about.

I opened my eyes and closed them again. It was already sunset and most people around me had left.

Only Jie, with red eyes, was pulled over by Ling and came close to Yuan Congqian.

"Cong Qian, I know you can talk since you were young, and I, your sister..."

"Sister, I never expected to succeed in one try."

Jie gently placed his hands on the wooden railing and tapped them, looking at the empty seats in Shiqu Pavilion. Looking closer, her eyebrows were like new moons, her eyes were like autumn water. Her long hair gently flowed on her shoulders, like the Milky Way in the night sky.

"As long as the people of the world can read and write, I can argue with them a thousand or ten thousand times. Aren't the characters we use derived from the characters written by slaves? Who writes small seal characters on a daily basis?"

"You can argue with them ten thousand times, so what?"

"In the capital, poetry clubs are like sparks that can eventually set the prairie on fire. Sooner or later, the people will feel that they can understand the court documents themselves, and they don't need newspapers or storytellers to explain the documents!"

Jie looked at his sister who loved writing poetry, and his voice unconsciously became a little louder.

"Sister, why do you have to force it? It will come naturally in ten or twenty years..."

"They say I am misleading the world and losing my integrity, but I just laugh it off because I created Chinese characters together with the sages they mentioned. I don't want to let a generation of people lose the opportunity to learn to read just because of my anger!

Ten years. Sister, you said it lightly, but how many people will lose the opportunity to go to school in these ten years? How can we be a common people without a home? Is this just a home in a moving city? "

Jie, dressed in a gentle manner, actually looked more like an older sister.

Ling, who smelled of alcohol, seemed like a distracted sister.

"Oh, I can't argue with you, I can't argue with you..."

Ling didn't want to see Jie's disappointed look, so he had to come to Yuan Congqian for help.

She leaned close to Yuan Congqian's ear and whispered.

"My sister is sensible and worry-free, but she doesn't know how to turn back. She doesn't care about things that others value. But if something that others think is unimportant is wrong, she will get to the bottom of it."

Ling wanted Yuan Congqian to think of a way to get Jie to stop looking at a simplified Chinese character scheme. While Jie was patting the railing, she stretched out her hand and a sachet of perfume on Jie flew out and fell into Ling's hands.

"This is for you. Go and persuade her."

"Why do I need your sister's sachet? Aren't you afraid that she will scold you later?"

"Hey, Xiao Jieren is the best. She can even chat with my second brother. How could she have the heart to scold me?"

Jie is the best among the Sui Beast agents. Only Ximei has some small thoughts because of her nagging and her love of writing inscriptions on her paintings. The names of the twelve brothers and sisters were all chosen by Jie.

Ling smiled and stuffed Jie's sachet into Yuan Congqian's arms: "Hey, you've accepted the reward, you have to help me. You can talk the dead back to life, everyone in the Hundred Kitchens knows it!"

Chapter 12: Neglect of duty? Stealing from the employer! (Additional chapter )

Jie was the only one of the twelve agents who died.

After Jie's death, his body turned into the corpse of Sui Beast. Yan State had to face the threat of Sui again a thousand years later. The second brother Xia, a family member, also embarked on a path of no return, dividing himself into 181 parts and making arrangements to oppose Dayan just to resurrect Jie.

Putting aside the future in the original plot, Yuan Congqian is the next generation of Si Sui Tai Qing, so of course he has to make arrangements for Jie, the stubborn Sui Beast agent.

"Minister Jie."

Yuan Congqian's call woke Jie up.

She looked at Yuan Congqian and smiled faintly: "Yuan Youcheng, you wrote the first memorial in support of me. I have been fascinated by you for a long time. But the handwriting in your memorial is too beautiful."

The smooth little combo was interrupted and Yuan Congqian could only enter the skill CD.

"I'm not good at calligraphy, so..."

"It's okay. New literature needs supporters. Besides, the Western pharmacy sells new medicines, employs new people, and uses new medical techniques. I don't know how many poems the students of the poetry club have written for the Western pharmacy in the past few days. Some of them are interesting to read."

Jie was unaware that his sachet was missing and walked up to Yuan Congqian.

"Yuan Youcheng, are you here to persuade me on behalf of my sister?"

"I'm here to solve your problem." Yuan Congqian replied.

"Before solving a problem, we must have a psychological foundation. That is, if we get together, we can solve any problem. There is no problem that we cannot solve."

Jie chuckled and said, "Oh? Young Master, do you have such a great ability that you can make everyone in the world learn to read and write?"

"I can't make everyone in the world literate, the most I can do is to make sure they have enough food to eat, and then with the reduced burden and gradually increasing wealth, they can have some spare money to study."

"Sister Shu will be so happy to hear you say this."

Ling felt only laughter when he heard Yuan Congqian's arrogant words.

Even Shu couldn't do it, but Yuan Congqian, who claimed to know their family well, said he could do it. Ling didn't deny that Yuan Congqian couldn't do it, but he felt that it was a bit absurd that Shu's thousand-year-old wish could be easily realized by others.

Yuan Congqian said calmly:

"Why not? Yan State lasted for a thousand years, but it couldn't even guarantee that its people had enough food to eat. The fact that Yan State has lasted until today can only be said to be a miracle set off by the surrounding countries."

"Well, I also believe that there will be such a day. Maybe the young man can do it, or maybe future generations will do it. So, I have to prepare better teaching materials for them in advance."

Jie didn't know that Yuan Congqian had a trick to make a fake come true.

I just thought it was the youthful vigor and vitality and went along with what he said.

But if Yuan Congqian uses his pollution-free collapse paradigm source stone technique and claims that he has discovered a crop that can be grown on land with 90% source stone pollution, and cultivates it on a large scale, how will Lord Yang respond?

Yuan Congqian began to stroke Jie's fur.

"Minister Jie, first we need to make a qualitative assessment. You are correct. The people do need more convenient simplified characters to learn and write. The simplified draft you created is also very sophisticated, combining aesthetics and historical basis..."

"Why are the gentlemen of Shiqu Pavilion constantly attacking me today?"

"Because they want you to wait for them. They don't want you to be the drafter of the Da Yan simplified characters. The draft you produced is too perfect and complete. If it is directly approved, what will they do?"

Jie frowned and retorted:

"What is right is right, and I will never be wrong. For every word, I have considered the evolution of the characters over the past thousand years. No one in Yan Country knows more than me. Are you trying to persuade me to accept their opinions?"

She was very easy to talk to just now, willing to joke with Yuan Congqian, but now she got emotional when talking about her field. This is not arrogance, but a self-confidence that is more fatal than arrogance, a self-confidence that makes all the wise men hate her.

"I certainly don't think that they and I understand words better than you do."

"That is to say, everyone has their own specialization, but those who are not specialized should be the ones to guide those who are specialized?"

"Minister Jie, why do you have to discuss this with them?"

Yuan Congqian suddenly sighed, and his words were like thunder, "Are they responsible for the imperial examinations held by the Ministry of Rites, or are they responsible for reading official documents to the people? Even if you beat them, what can you do?"