Chapter 89 Actively Responsive Propaganda Department
"If the officials lobby other schools of Confucianism, tens of thousands of people will come to Xianyang!" Chunyu Yue was also ready to risk his life and fight to the death for Confucianism.
Jiang Fu and Tang You also stared at Ying Cheng nervously, fearing that Ying Cheng would be attacked by everyone at the slightest word.
That was a devastating disaster for the entire Qin Dynasty and its soldiers.
But Ying Cheng still shook his head: "It's not enough, it's still not enough. If you think about it again, if you try your best, how many more Confucian students can you get? No matter which school you belong to, no matter if you are a pseudo-Confucian, you can do everything you can to get more Confucian students."
How many Confucian scholars came to Xianyang."
"Gulu!" Jiang Fu and Tang You couldn't help but swallowed a breath of cold air, and now they wanted to report this matter to their prime minister immediately.
I have a feeling that this person is ready to stab the sky again.
"I can't guarantee how many there will be, but at least ten thousand Confucian students can come. At the same time, all counties and counties must give permission." Chunyu Yue now turned from excitement to embarrassment, thinking with great difficulty.
Ying Cheng still shook his head and muttered: "There are only more than ten thousand people. A dozen people in one county is too few!"
He immediately raised his hand and asked Guo Huaiyi to place a thick pile of paper and small tubes on the table.
Then a stack was given to each of the three people.
"With these two things, how many people can you get?" Ying Cheng asked again.
"What's this?"
Chun Yuyue, Jiang Fu, and Tang You looked at the paper and small tube in their hands strangely.
Ying Cheng didn't have that much time, so he directly picked up the pen and started writing on the paper. While writing, he said: "Paper and a small brush are the things to write on!"
The three people, who were still thinking about how many people were thinking, looked shocked when they saw Ying Cheng's easy writing, and hurriedly started to operate like a cat and a tiger.
"Gulu!"
Both Chun Yuyue and Tian Futangyou stared at the paper and small tube in their hands with great horror.
"Dali Ling, what is this?"
The three people who couldn't sit still stood up and asked excitedly.
Ying Cheng raised his hand, suppressed the shock of the three of them, and said to Chunyu Yue very seriously: "Yes, from now on, paper will replace bamboo slips and silk books as the writing material."
"So, with this thing, how many Confucian scholars can you get?"
"This!" Chunyu Yue was so shocked that he couldn't help but try to write on the paper again.
Jiang Fu and Tang You didn't seem to have any objections, and couldn't help but continue writing on the paper.
He kept mumbling words like 'rare treasures' and 'miracles from heaven'.
"Give me a word!" Ying Cheng asked again impatiently.
"Reply to Dalu Ling, at least thirty thousand Confucian scholars!" Chunyu Yue, whose mind was hard to calm down for a long time, replied with great certainty.
No matter how shocked these people were, Ying Cheng nodded, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, thirty thousand Confucian students, that's it!"
"I'll give you a month to contact you. You can even use the power of the local county government to give me an exact number of people after one month."
"Three months later, 30,000 Confucian scholars will gather in the east of Xianyang City. I will order people to build a propaganda compound as a temporary place for these people to stay."
"And the two of you, go back and tell your own prime minister that you will also prepare 30,000 people."
"This is a spark, and when it spreads all over the world, it will be the time when our great Qin will be in panic!"
Suddenly.
Chunyu Yue, Jiang Fu, and Tang You put down the pens and papers in their hands, cupped their hands and said, "I obey my orders!"
"Well, that's it for the time being, you all can start preparing!" Ying Cheng nodded, stood up and walked to Chun Yuyue.
Chunyu Yue looked back at Ying Cheng with mixed emotions.
Confucianism was going to prosper, but he didn't know how Confucianism was going to prosper.
The world's learning was going to flourish, but he didn't know how it would flourish.
For Confucians, it is up to him to make the decision between right and wrong.
But it was Ying Cheng who shook his head and said with a misty smile: "Now that you are under the rank of Jiu Qing, you are truly an important minister of the imperial court."
"The Chunyu family is also a noble family. One person has achieved enlightenment, chickens and dogs, and ascended to heaven. Don't just think about enjoying your own blessings. You should also share this honor with the Chunyu family."
Hearing this, Chunyu Yue was startled, and a look of horror filled his heart, and he hurriedly replied: "I understand!"
More than understand!
This one just needs to tell him clearly that his Chunyu family will be moved to Xianyang.
In the past, I was alone and had nothing to worry about.
But if they move here, Xianyang City will be the root of their Chunyu family.
It's just that... Chunyu Yue felt a little cold in his heart. Ying Cheng took the initiative to mention it, maybe it was a warning.
Watch with the wind and escape with the wind!
Now that you are in the ninth position, you still have to make decisions on some things.
However, Ying Cheng left the Propaganda Department regardless of what Chunyu Yue thought.
This is what he came for. This is the purpose of establishing the Propaganda Department.
He needs to change the people's misunderstanding of Da Qin.
Looking through all the rebellions in ancient and modern times, the only ones who truly have the ability to rebel are ordinary people living at the bottom with the largest base.
Apart from this, no one can overthrow a military and political body.
However.
He didn't have time to work hard for ten years and change the people's view of Da Qin in a way that benefited the people.
And here, there is a more violent method.
Call it a ‘spark’!
As the saying goes, strike first to gain advantage, strike later to suffer disaster, well... He planned to strike first to gain respect,
Unknowingly.
Ying Cheng came to Da Le Si.
Listening to music is an extremely luxurious thing in this era.
It takes many, many musicians to complete a complete musical work.
But it has to be said that music does not distinguish between eras.
Every era has its own unique rhythm.
Qin State has Yuefu!
Under the unified management of Fengchang, including the Music Department of Zhangtai Street, they are all under the name of Fengchang and are directly operated by Fengchang.
The music of Yuefu is composed of Qin Yuefu bells. There are many bells of different sizes and styles, which form a pleasant sound when they are rung.
When you first listen to it, you don't know what the song is about, but when you listen to it again, you already know the meaning of the song.
As if following the chimes and the sound of the piano, Yingcheng returned to an ancient rhythm full of long history.
If Da Qin really has anything to admire, Chime Bell occupies its place.
"How can I say that I have no clothes, and I share the same robe with you? The king raised an army, repaired my sword and spear, and I share the same enemy with you..."
In the distance, Ying Cheng heard bursts of rhythmic playing and singing coming from the big music department, and the sound of the chime bells tinkling and ticking was sweet and melodious.
If you can't hear it, it can only be a pity.
Ying Cheng doesn’t understand either!
In short, it is the rhythm of Gong Shang Jiao Hui Yu and so on.
He didn't come here to listen to music, especially this kind of palace music.
Hundreds of people often participate.
How can ordinary people enjoy it?
"The Great Law Order has arrived!"
With the sound of singing, the music in the big music department suddenly stopped.
One musician after another hurriedly stood up and knelt down on the spot.
The status of these musicians is not high!
"Greetings to Mr. Cheng!"
"Everyone, get up!" Ying Cheng raised his hand calmly.
He knew that this Yan Tao was proficient in various musical instruments and tunes. He was a court musician with the official title of "Da Lebo" and was responsible for court performances.