Zhangjia mansion.
The bamboo house is quiet and cool.
Zhang Xian held the Analects of Confucius in his hand. His old eyes gathered in front of the book and focused on it.
From the beginning of being literate, Zhang Xian was keen on the way of Confucius and Mencius, practiced it by himself and returned to propriety.
Now the age of destiny, the understanding of Confucian morality is second to none in Qilu.
The imperial city and his party were speechless when refuted by Tang Hao, a younger generation. More or less, they made this great Confucian leader lose face.
Several cicadas broke the tranquility, even some noisy.
Zhang Xian put down the scroll, frowned slightly and stood by the bamboo door.
Through the ancient crescent arch, many scholars pass by.
With the gathering of scholars and scholars, Zhangjia has become a style of everyone.
Looking at the whole Tang Dynasty hall, many literati with lofty ideals have deep roots with the great Confucian Zhangjia.
At the thought of this, a happy smile appeared on Zhang Xian''s old face.
In a moment, in the meeting hall a few days ago, some aristocratic families stood up and left angrily, which came to mind again.
For the first time, Zhang Xian saw that his hard-earned bachelors had become a tool for others to manipulate public opinion.
There are many disciples and they are easily bewitched. If they are used by people with intentions, Zhangjia will be destroyed.
After that night, Zhang Xian lived alone in the bamboo house, trying to keep company with books and ease his anxiety.
Although he was practicing stealth, Zhang Xian prayed in his heart all the time. He hoped that the scholars of the great Confucian family would not do anything to make chaotang angry.
When the old man was still worried, he did not know that a rally was being closely prepared in the large government yard of Zhangjia.
At noon, many students have already taken a lunch break.
At the corner of the long corridor, a group of people sit or stand together.
A white faced bachelor with short beard, long face and pointed jaw, dressed in Confucian robes, stood among the crowd with a folding fan, just like a scholar.
"It''s a big business to invite you here today."
"Qingzhou is suffering from a long drought, locusts and hungry people everywhere."
The white face turned sad, set up a folding fan and held his fist to the sky.
"Confucius said that in ancient times it was politics and love was great. It was called bangben and bengubangning."
"As the descendants of Confucius'' saints, we should follow the example of our ancestors, promote the great righteousness of the people and seek justice for the people of Qingzhou."
"Qingzhou is in danger, but master Zhang Xian is indifferent. What do you think?"
The bachelors beside them frowned and looked at each other, but no one spoke after all.
After all, gathering people to rise is a rebellion. No one wants to be a pawn.
Seeing the people hesitating, one of them walked out of the crowd, with a square face, thick eyebrows, tall and burly, looked honest, looked a little excited, and solemnly bowed to the white faced scholar.
"What Mr. Gao said is similar to what Mr. Tang thought!"
"I heard that a few months ago, the rain continued in Lingnan and the hoarding of grain was damaged. The chaotang allocated grain quickly without any hesitation."
"But now there is a drought in Qingzhou, locusts are everywhere, but the court doesn''t listen to it. What''s the reason?"
His hands are wide open and closed, and his hands and feet are quite infectious.
The highly inspiring words attracted many scholars around to look at it.
As soon as the voice fell, the white faced scholar was filled with righteous indignation and arched his hands.
"Mr. Tang is so cheerful that he admires Mr. Gao."
Glancing at the scholars who were slightly moved around, the white faced scholar stood proudly and said in a loud voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your majesty protects Lingnan''s subordinates, but puts Qingzhou aside."
"It''s the same disaster, but it''s such different treatment. How can you capture the people''s hearts and resentment? You''re willing to wait and see the people of Qingzhou wander? Is this what we scholars should do?"
Most of these bachelors are rich disciples of aristocratic families in the land of Qilu.
Qingzhou''s suffering is about vitality. I was angry when I heard of this unfair treatment.
Guided by the two people who sang and agreed, I couldn''t help but feel the anger burning more and more.
Words about justice fell in my ears. Some people clenched their teeth and clenched their fists, some blushed and held their anger, and some frowned and stared.
In the questioning voice, the last line of defense in his heart was completely broken through, raised his fist and shouted loudly.
"For the people of Qingzhou!"
"It is incumbent on Confucian students to carry forward Confucianism and Taoism."
"Fair and just!"
In the excitement of the crowd, a slightly old voice came from one side of the corridor.
"Young master Gao, what do you mean by people in the palace?"
This sound seems out of tune with the surrounding sounds, quite abrupt.
Scholars have long heard that the great Confucian family has a deep relationship with a prince today. For a moment, everyone looked at the past.
If you get the permission of the people in the palace, such deeds can be regarded as the strongest backing.
The white faced scholar smiled and bowed to the old man.
"Lao Wu is the top talent of the great Confucian family. His eyesight is really extraordinary."
Hearing the speech, the old man''s face changed slightly, his body shook slightly, and looked at the scholar''s eyes.
"Since it''s the intention of the palace, I''m relieved."
The white faced scholar took a look at the old man, and they nodded tacitly. The white faced scholar said in a loud voice.
"Qingzhou is in danger. If the people survive, please."