Jiang Zhao's words are famous throughout the ages.

"Who would have thought that eating every meal on the plate is hard work." The vision reappeared in the private room of Jingshui Tower.

However, this vision should not come down, but stay in mid-air, making everyone in the private room realize that what Jiang Zhao just casually recited was not a sentence, but a poem.

"Brother Xian Jiang Zhao just read a new poem by brother Xian?" Simubai asked.

Jiang Zhao didn't expect that his casual poem would trigger a vision, so he could only nod his head and said: "Not bad."

Now everyone asked Jiang Zhao to finish reading the poem.

This afternoon's article "Born in Sorrow and Die in Ease of Life" caused visions from heaven and earth, which has focused everyone's attention in Huaijing on himself.

Jiang Zhao didn't want to be high-profile anymore, so he said: "It's just a casual act, not worth mentioning."

"Today's examination is over. Let's all have a drink so that our years of hard study will not be wasted."

But everyone was attracted by Jiang Zhao's poem. No matter how Jiang Zhao changed the subject, everyone still insisted on letting Jiang Zhao read out the complete poem.

Jiang Zhao couldn't refuse, so he had to read the entire poem.

"Sow one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn."

In Jiang Zhao's soft voice, everyone saw farmers planting seeds one after another in spring.

In the autumn of harvest, the seeds previously planted by farmers have grown into ears of rice, and each ear of rice is covered with golden rice.

When the farmers looked at the fruitful rice fields, the corners of their mouths couldn't help but crack, revealing the most simple smile in the world.

"There is no idle land everywhere, and farmers are still starving to death."

Jiang Zhao read out the next sentence.

In Jiang Zhao's deep voice, the scene everyone saw changed. The farmer who was smiling brightly just now was now dying of hunger.

Next to him are mountains of rice, but the rice he worked so hard to grow no longer belongs to him.

The mountains of grain were confiscated by the government and turned into official grain. If farmers wanted to eat the grain they grew, they had to pay for it. But how could he, an honest farmer, get the money to buy grain?

Obviously there are so many fields in the world, and the farmer is not a lazy person. He takes care of the rice fields carefully, but now he ends up starving to death.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little sad in their hearts.

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the hoeing."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone seemed to see the scorching sun at noon in midsummer, and farmers were still working in the fields, with sweat dripping into the soil.

It was autumn at this time, and there was a cold wind, but everyone felt that the scorching sun in the picture was shining directly on them.

Everyone began to sweat, and they kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

I don’t know why the temperature in the private room rose so suddenly.

Jiang Zhao then read out the next sentence: "Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work."

Everyone has heard this sentence just now, but now they hear it again.

Looking at the food on the table, everyone had a look of shame on their faces.

I wonder how long the farmers have to work to get such a table of delicacies.

But they are squandering money here.

At this moment, their hearts were filled with shame.

Ashamed of the food I had wasted before.

"From now on, we can no longer waste food." A voice sounded in the private room.

Everyone nodded heavily.

Having never experienced farming, they had no idea that the white rice they ate was so precious.

Jiang Zhao nodded happily. Although he didn't want to be high-profile again, the song "Compassion for the Farmers" made everyone understand that the white rice in their bowls was hard-won, which was also a gratifying thing.

As soon as this poem came out, no one said anything about adding vegetables.

Everyone chatted while eating.

All they talked about were the hottest current affairs in Tianyu Dynasty, which were nothing more than trials, borders, and monsters.

During the meal, Jiang Zhao deliberately brought the topic to the border.

Now that there is a war going on at the border, the only topic that can be suppressed in her article is the border.

Fortunately, we are all patriotic young people. Under the guidance of Jiang Zhao, everyone talked about the border.

"I heard that General Jing is leading an army to attack Tanxing City of the Northern Barbarians."

"Tanxing City is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. If we want to attack it, my Tianyu army will suffer heavy casualties."

"Yes, the Northern Barbarians are extremely cunning. My Tianyu army has attacked many times, but they have always cowered in the city and dared not come out to fight."

"Huh, the Northern Barbarians are just a bunch of turtles with their heads shrinking."

…

Listening to everyone's discussion, Jiang Zhao couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

If other countries lead large armies to attack themselves, but they are outnumbered and do not defend the city gates, should they open the gates and risk death?

However, everyone's topic quickly changed from scolding the Northern Barbarians to how to break the city.

After all, they all know in their hearts that no matter how much they scold them from behind, it will be of no use.

It is better to imagine the strategy of breaking the city. If it is really effective, it will be a credit to the court. Even if it is not effective, it can also train your thinking.

"I think we can form a small team in Tianyu, go to the surrounding mountains, kill the northern barbarians guarding the gate, and then open the city gate to join forces with the army outside the city."

"No, the mountains around Tanxing City are so steep that ordinary people can climb them. If you are not careful, you may fall to pieces."

"Then set fire to the mountains and burn all the mountains around Tanxing City."

"Burn the mountain. The trees on the mountain will be gone, but the mountain is still there. Burning it will be of no use. Besides, without the cover of the trees, it will be difficult for my Heavenly Territory army to sneak into Tanxing City."

"If it doesn't work, just double the number of troops to attack Tanxing City. I don't believe it can't be captured."

…

Everyone expressed their thoughts, but they were all rejected.

After all, they are all a group of scholars who have never been on the battlefield, and now they are just talking on paper.

Seeing the lively discussion among the people, Si Mubai also expressed his thoughts: "Why not spread rumors among the generals guarding Tanxing City, sow discord, and make their military morale dispirited."

As soon as Si Mubai's plan came out, several people present applauded, and they all thought his plan was good.

But Jiang Zhao shook his head in denial: "Even if the rumors spread and the generals who defend the city are at odds, in the face of major events, everyone's interests are the same. They all want to save Tanxing City and save their own lives."

"If we encounter an attack by our heavenly army, I'm afraid a few people will work together to resist it."

Several strategies were put forward one after another, but they were all unpopular, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Then I wonder if Brother Jiang Zhao has any good plans?" Si Mubai asked.

Jiang Zhao did not answer, but looked at Wei Xiang: "Zhongqing, if you were to lead the Heavenly Territory army to attack the Northern Barbarians today, what would you do?"

"Wait for the sky to trap it, use people to lure it, and go back and forth." Wei Xiang thought for a while and said.

Jiang Zhao nodded with satisfaction. What Wei Xiang was talking about was the thirty-six-step strategy she taught to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

But others did not understand the meaning of these three sentences and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhao Xian, I wonder what these three sentences mean?"

They all knew that Wei Xiang was just the son of a domestic servant, and it was a great shame and humiliation to eat at the same table with them.

If it weren't for Jiang Zhao's sake, they might have left long ago.

It is really an insult to their faces to let them shamelessly ask questions of a slave.

So I had to ask Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao naturally knew what they were thinking, but the system of this world and this dynasty was like this.

No matter how much she emphasized that Wei Xiang was her close friend, no one listened.

She is also unable to change a thousand-year-old system.


Chapter completed!