The steep and tall figure, like a Mount Tai, is pressed in front of us.


    Zhao Limin was terrified, his legs were soft, he sat on the ground from his seat, his hands on the ground, and he trembled all over.


    The idea that Zhao Limin begged those big families to collect tax on grain was also broken at this moment.


    Three days!


    However, how can a small state and county collect this mountain of tax grain so quickly in this disaster year?


    His head knocked heavily on the ground. Zhao Limin''s old tears spilled out of his eyes and begged.


    "Lord Chen, Qingzhou had a drought last year, and the harvest was much worse than before."


    "For the sake of hundreds of thousands of poor people in Qingzhou, please give me more grace for a few days."


    "This time, even if I am an old bone, I beg you for thousands of Qingzhou people."


    Tears came down and the officials kneeling in the hall begged for affection one after another.


    The whole hall was full of mourning and crying.


    Chen Cang clenched his teeth and clenched his fist, which made him even more angry.


    This time he came with the emperor''s order. Whether the disaster is true or false, but if he returns empty handed, the black hat on his head must not be saved.


    It was originally thought that it was the obstruction of Qingzhou Confucianism that delayed the entry of tax grain into the imperial city.


    This time, it seems that Qingzhou has no surplus food at all!


    Even if all the officials in Qingzhou begged themselves, how could they explain to the court Minister? How to tell the angry king of Tang?


    "Enough!"


    Chen Cang pointed to the kowtowing Zhao Limin and said.


    "I''m under orders!"


    "Explain! You explain to the Holy One!"


    The emperor''s life is like a mountain. Time is pressing, and Chen Cang has to.


    "Hum! I''m worthy of being an official from the imperial city! The official power is not small!"


    A cold hum came from outside the house.


    Zhang Xian, with a group of scholars in Confucian robes, turned around the door of the hall and came striding.


    Chen Cang looked at the sound and his eyes closed slightly, emitting a pure light.


    "Zhang Xian?"


    Between the words, Zhang Xian and his party have come near.


    "Lord Chen?"


    "Lord Chen, as an important Minister of the Tang Dynasty, is so hasty and insists on collecting grain."


    "Can you think about the life and death of hundreds of thousands of hungry people in Qingzhou!"


    After hearing this, Chen canghan said with a sneer on his frosty face.


    "Old Zhang, don''t buckle my hat if you have nothing to do!"


    "I can''t afford the crime of forcibly collecting food regardless of the lives of the hungry people."


    After that, Chen Cang slowly stepped forward and stared at Zhang Xiandao.


    "Vigorously promote Confucianism and solicit young scholars everywhere."


    "Qingzhou has thousands of acres of fertile land, but only the old people with white hair and beard work!"


    "Shouldn''t Zhang give an explanation to the people of Qingzhou and the Tang Dynasty hall?"


    Zhang Xian brushed his sleeves, looked around, stood with his hands down and said.


    "With the reform of agricultural tools in Datang, there are still curved yuan plows for cultivated land and bobbins for irrigation."


    "The Bachelor of my family just gathered people to discuss the Confucian road written by the sage in the slack time. Why delay the saying of farming and mulberry?"


    After that, Zhang Xian turned slowly and stared at Chen Cangdao.


    "Sage Kong still has to reflect on himself. Why doesn''t lord Chen try himself more?"


    As soon as the voice fell, Chen Cang looked up and laughed.


    The old laughter is full of sadness and sadness.


    "Old Zhang lives in Zhang''s house. I''d better open my eyes and have a look at the countryside of Qingzhou!"


    "How many young labors have left their homes for a famous Confucian student?"


    "Mr. Zhang, don''t forget that food is the most important thing for the people. Only when you live can someone listen to you."


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    The four big characters are deeply rooted in Zhang Xian''s heart.


    This is disrespect to the sage Kong Mengsheng!


    I heard earlier that some children also came thousands of miles by learning the way of Confucianism.


    But Zhang Xian definitely didn''t believe it. This is the main reason for delaying Nongsang.


    In other words, as a representative of Confucianism, there are tens of thousands of scholars standing behind him.


    Even if Zhang Xian had a little doubt at this time, he would never admit it.


    Taking another step, Zhang Xian''s cheek suddenly approached Chen Cang and stared at his clear eyes.


    "Confucius said," if the people are enough, which one is the king and insufficient? If the people are insufficient, which one is the king and sufficient? "


    "The people can''t be self-sufficient. What''s the use of giving it to the court?"


    "You can''t sympathize with the people! In the year of drought, you still collect taxes and grain, regardless of the safety of the people. Is this the so-called benevolent government?"


    Chen Cang snorted coldly, turned his head, pushed aside the crowd and walked slowly outside the hall.


    "Full of Analects of Confucius Avenue, but don''t look at the people of Qingzhou in deep water."


    "Zhang Xian, you preach that the Confucius and Mencius court can be ignored, but over the years, you have gone too far!"


    For the first time in all these years, someone openly testified against himself in public.


    After hearing this, Zhang Xian''s old face lit up a rage and pointed to Chen Cangdao.


    "If you don''t implement benevolent policies, you are unreasonable and blame me on the way of Confucius and Mencius."


    "Chen Cang, what do you want!"


    The figure walking slowly stopped suddenly and turned his head slightly.


    "I respect you as Zhang Lao because I think you are a sage of Confucius."


    "There''s nothing wrong with teaching etiquette and law. If you talk about the government, you should be careful."


    Chen Cang slowly turned his head, looked up at the sky and said in a deep voice.


    "Three days later, I will check and accept the tax grain. I hope the assassin will prepare earlier!"


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    Zhang Xian severely chopped his feet, pointed to the sound of striding away and shouted.


    "Outrageous and unreasonable! There is a slight tendency that the people are noble and the king are light!"


    "I must be like Chang''an. Ask the king of the Tang Dynasty face to face, what is benevolence!"