Xia Yuanlong ignored Wei Huai's gloomy look, stood up and said: "I have to say something. According to Yuanlong's previous plan, the best thing to do is to restrain the momentum. If the new plaque is hung, it will promote the hard-won political participation.
The power will be passed down from word to mouth among the people, and it will be popular in Jianghuai.
After hearing the news, I mistakenly thought that the government was about to relax the new policies. If I don't know the right measures and give others leverage, I will be deeply worried. It is better to find a reasonable excuse to hide this plaque temporarily, and implement the new policies first. After the situation becomes clear,
It is only natural to hang up the big plaque again."
Wei Huai clicked his tongue twice and shook his head with great difficulty: "My new policy has already affected the interests of the government. They agreed to our request, how can I break their trust? If Wan Dang is angered, they will
If you go against the academy, all your previous efforts will be wasted. This method is too risky, please consider it more, dear brother."
"Can……"
Xia Yuanlong was about to persuade him again, but Wei Huai lowered his head, waved his hand, and limped out of the house.
The plaque was finally hung up. Wei Huai and several people from the alliance personally carried the new plaque to the door. The surrounding people almost crowded the entire street until they saw Wei Huai coming out. Everyone hurriedly backed away, and suddenly there was a loud sound.
Thunderous applause.
Wei Huai was speechless, only smiled gently at them, then turned around and ordered: "Take down the old plaque and nail the new plaque on!"
Two big men walked up to the left and right, climbed up the ladder, wiped off the dust on the edge of the old plaque, and then slowly took it off; they then held the new plaque, hung it high, fixed it tightly with copper nails, and then climbed down the ladder.
Come, give Wei Huai a fist and say, "Mr. Wei, you're done!"
As soon as these words came out, all the people looked at each other with joy, and shouted in unison: "Okay!"
Although Xia Yuanlong was worried, when he saw the large crowd and looked at the four golden characters of 'Participation Academy' above his head, his depression was gone. Maybe my guess was wrong.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but say "Okay".
Unfortunately, everything seems to be proceeding according to Yuan Long's ideas. The news of the establishment of the Participation Academy spread throughout the streets and alleys. Because it is Nanjing, a treasure land that is deeply influenced by the academy's ideas, the response is far more enthusiastic than that of Suzhou, which caused a stir.
An unprecedented wave.
Within two days, the academies in Zhenjiang also learned about this inspiring feat, and they all jumped for joy, thinking that that day was not far away for them.
The name of the dean here is Song Deyuan, who is about thirty years old. He was overjoyed when he heard people say that "Mr. Wei will implement a new policy next, and the government will not stop him."
Dean Song and the scholars said: "Now that Nanjing's major events have been accomplished, how can we lag behind? Tomorrow we will plan the return of farmland to farmers, win over the public's support, and shock Lu Fangxuan and others into handing over the political participation academy.
What do you think of the name?"
Everyone was full of ambition and worshiped one after another: "We have to take advantage of the situation to show off the majesty of Zhenjiang!"
"Zhu Che of Suzhou was deceived by others, and the shame of destroying the academy is still unforgettable. We will use this to regroup, and all the major states and counties will rise up, and the great cause of the academy will be under control." After saying this, Song Deyuan went out.
I cry with emotion, and my sleeves are stained with tears.
"Humph, they are really a bunch of rabble, so they fell into a trap..." Fang Jiancai walked in with disdain and threw the official document in his arms on the table, but Lu Fangxuan held it down with his left hand.
"Look, these scholars are so audacious!" He lifted his soap robe angrily and sat down next to him.
Lu Fangxuan put on his Western glasses, glanced at it coldly, crumpled a pile of official documents into a ball, and threw it into the basket.
"It's just waste paper. He thought he dared to intimidate me with Nanjing at his back, so he overestimated his own capabilities." Lu Fangxuan sneered, "At the beginning, Wan Heshun's tens of thousands of troops, I still regarded them as trivial. It was just the rhetoric of rotten Confucianism, and it was nothing to worry about.
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Fang Jiancai stroked his palm and said: "However, this advice about planning Tian is not against the king's law. It must be followed with a reason before the arrest can be carried out."
"I've been tired these past few days, and you're smart enough to help me think about it."
Fang Jiancai picked his teeth and said: "Let the prefect inform those people that Zhenjiang can participate in politics and invite them to join the government office to welcome the plaque. Now that they are arrogant and impatient, they will definitely go; then send people to spread rumors and say
loose
Deyuan was brought to the court for interrogation because of his admonition to Ji Tian. The people gathered in the government office for their own benefit. Taking advantage of the chaos, they accused the Song family and others of "provoking civil uprising and conspiring against evil", and then they could all be arrested.
jail."
"Although this method cannot be denied, it may cause riots and cause public dissatisfaction."
Fang Jiancai smiled sinisterly: "When Fang was in Nanjing, there was trouble in the dyeing shop, and many people even died, but in the end they were all safe and sound? The so-called public grievances are just based on the fierceness of the academy. Once the academy is killed,
His majesty is like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, and no one dares to speak out."
Lu Fangxuan laughed wildly and said: "It is still Fang Yuan who has an insight into the world!"
"Mr. Song, please." The young official pulled the curtain of the sedan chair and went to hold it up with both hands.
Song Deyuan nodded his head high and said goodbye to everyone in the academy: "Song is on this trip, but he has to welcome back the plaque, and other things will be put aside first. Wear some festive clothes, it's best to invite a few people."
Assistant, let's prepare a banquet and wait until I return victorious!" After saying that, he strode down the steps, took the hand of the servant, and jumped into the sedan chair.
"Master Futai, and other gentlemen, I have given some instructions to my brothers, so I came a little late. I hope you can understand me." Song Deyuan wandered over and said a few words calmly.
Bow lightly.
"Sir, you are committed to the New Deal. Although I hold a high position, I still admire you very much. I can understand your sincerity." The prefect deliberately grinned his mouth wide, trying to hide his original expression.
"May I ask if the government invited me to see the plaque?" Song Deyuan straightened his sleeves and sat down.
"Ah...I've already asked someone to pick up the plaque," the prefect lowered his head and secretly sweated, "Send it to you immediately, send it to you immediately."
"Is it the same as the 'Shangzheng Academy' in Nanjing?"
"Same, same..." The prefect picked up the tea bowl, hid his face to his side, and then glanced to the left. The clerk understood and quietly left.
"Your academy is getting better and better..." The prefect wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, as if he had really taken a sip of tea.
"With the government's full support, it will be difficult for the academy not to succeed."
Just when the magistrate didn't know how to reply, there was a sudden noise and curses outside the government office, which made everyone present turn their heads in shock.
"Where are you from?" the prefect shouted, throwing the bowl.
"Your Excellency!!!" The junior official just now staggered over and said, "A group of people gathered outside. They even fought to beat drums and smashed fences. It was almost a chaotic situation. It seemed that... they were planning a popular uprising!"
"What are they shouting about?"
"What you're shouting is...give me back Dean Song."