How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

At the very end, Prefect Liang appeared in person and put out several boxes of silver, guaranteeing that all the diggers would get their wages, and even receive subsidies for cotton clothes in winter, which drew cheers from the people and raised their enthusiasm.

Zhu Xiaobiao and Jing Ze returned to the government office. Xie Chengze, who was sitting in the courtyard, was roasting pigeons. When he saw the two of them coming back, he couldn't help but give them a thumbs up and praised them, "Our little Master Zhu, your speech is really amazing!"

"What are you talking about, Your Highness?" Zhu Xiaobiao blushed with shame when he called him Little Master Zhu. "It was Jingze who wrote it well. I just followed along."

Xie Chengze smiled. In the original book, Jing Ze was a man of great talent and literary talent. Because he had experienced so much suffering, his writing style always had a kind of incitement to live towards death, which could easily move the readers' mood and make them perceive and identify with the emotions he wanted to express.

At the Qionglin Banquet, the last poem he wrote before his death influenced many students to lament for him and criticize the original owner's evil deeds. The original owner was so angry that he cursed and wanted to kill all the students in the world.

So Xie Chengze specifically asked Jing Ze to write a "speech" with progressive emotions according to his own ideas, and asked him to translate it into plain language for Zhu Xiaobiao.

Zhu Xiaobiao is bold and fearless, and has been influenced by his family since childhood. He has an invisible official temperament that makes people obey him, and he also has the ruffian and willful nature of a dandy young man. This makes him very suitable for the rebellious character of "rebelling against God", which makes the common people who are oppressed by floods and droughts feel involved and want to follow him, and make them want to rebel against God together.

Look at that shout of “Fuck God”, how powerful it is?

If you ask him, the cooperation between Zhu Xiaobiao and Jing Ze is perfect for missionary work and pyramid selling.

"But Your Highness, I have a question." Zhu Xiaobiao asked in confusion, "Isn't Yugong 90 years old? In the story, he took his three strongest sons and grandsons to dig the mountain. How come his son must be over 70 years old, and his grandson must be over 50 years old... It's impossible to dig the mountain, so why didn't he take his great-grandson with him?"

Xie Chengze burst into laughter. "If young people also go to dig mountains, who will farm to support the family? Who will be willing to marry into the family? Seeing that he was old and confused, Yugong's family members followed his ideas and let him do whatever he wanted. They only supported him to dig mountains, but they didn't support young people to dig mountains. The so-called endless descendants are just Yugong's idealistic idea."

Zhu Xiaobiao opened his mouth suddenly.

There is a feeling that the image of the male god of faith has collapsed.

"Then what about us..." Zhu Xiaobiao couldn't help but doubt the possibility of the people of Yizhou successfully digging the mountain.

"We are different," Xie Chengze raised his eyebrows and tapped his head with a golden fan, "We give money and food, so we don't have to worry about not having girls willing to marry us!"

Zhu Xiaobiao touched his head and thought about it and it made sense.

"Your Highness, Jingze also has a question." Jingze also asked at this time, "Yugong is like an ant that can be crushed by the gods. Why would the mountain god be afraid of Yugong digging the mountain? Is the story itself flawed, and is it written like this to show the spirit of Yugong?"

"Yes! What's going on?" Zhu Xiaobiao immediately looked at Xie Chengze.

Xie Chengze looked at Jingze meaningfully.

"A story is just a story. The person who wrote it may just want to express the spirit of Yugong. But different people will understand it differently, so whether it is flawed or not depends on the person." He said calmly, "The subtlety of Yugong moving the mountains is far more than a simple matter of never giving up. The level it can express, once fully understood, can even lead to the death penalty."

Zhu Xiaobiao was stunned. How could a short story of just a few hundred words involve a beheading?

Jing Ze seemed to want to ask more questions, but Zhu Xiaobiao quickly covered his mouth and said, "Don't ask, don't ask. Your head is more important."

Jingze had no choice but to stop asking.

At this time, Xie Chengze had also roasted the pigeon meat on the rack. He handed it to Zhu Xiaobiao and said kindly, "Here, give it to our great hero! Look how much weight you have lost since you came to Yizhou!"

Zhu Xiaobiao quickly shook his head, "Your Highness! How can this be possible--woo!"

Zhu Xiaobiao had no choice but to thank Xie Chengze for forcing a whole roasted pigeon into his mouth. As he was eating, he suddenly realized, "No, Your Highness. We are suffering from famine here. Where did the pigeons come from?"

Xie Chengze smiled playfully and maliciously, "Yeah, where did the pigeon come from?"

At the same time, several wealthy people in the city gathered together. Because they were forced by the prefect Liang to confiscate their cash in the house, they sat together with sad and angry faces. One of them said, "This bastard surnamed Liang actually turned against us! Now he is targeting us and planning to let 30,000 refugees into the city for refuge. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the higher-ups?"

"Alas, now the city gates are blocked, and even the letter cannot be delivered! What should I do?"

The man sitting in the main seat sneered, "Don't panic, everyone. That gentleman specially sent me a carrier pigeon. I have written a letter and sent it. I believe the letter will fly there soon. By then, his life will be over!"

The people nearby couldn't help but be delighted: "Is this true? That's great!"

Another person said, "There is also the guy called Shen Yuan. Humph, the fools can't see it, but I am not blind. When did Liang Wanda have such courage and ability? It must be Shen Yuan who gave the plan. This kid can't be let off!"

"Then..." Someone suddenly asked, "Where is the second prince?"

Although the common people did not know that the Second Prince had also come to Jiangdu County, the wealthy gentry, who were well-informed, knew about it.

"The Second Prince?" The man in the main seat couldn't help but laugh and mock, "Who doesn't know that he is a greedy, mediocre and useless person? He stays in the government office every day, waiting to reap the fruits of others' labor! He is nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be afraid of!"

"That's right, hahahahaha!"

There was a burst of laughter from the rich man's house, while in the government office, Zhu Xiaobiao had eaten the roasted pigeon clean and waved to the guard dog in the government office, "Come here, eat bones~"

The guard dog immediately ran over: "Ahhh!"

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The next afternoon, the second and third waves of refugees arrived from the eastern counties of Yizhou.

The city gates were opened again. This time, the women and men who were distributing the steamed buns and guarding the steamed buns all changed their expressions and smiled sincerely at these fellow villagers who also came from the eastern county.

Their counties are close to each other, and they often have business dealings and marriages with each other. Some people can even recognize each other's faces. This makes it easier to deceive people. In business, this is commonly known as -

Killing the familiar.

The newly arrived refugees had no idea that they were about to fall into this gradually maturing routine, and they entered the city carrying steamed buns.

I saw old men and women in the county weaving straw baskets and cooking porridge, men carrying iron pots and knives, chopping wood and burning iron, young boys and girls working together to empty the wells polluted by the flood, and young children singing folk songs, which seemed to be telling the story of some mountain fairy and Yugong.

"In ancient times, there was a mountain that blocked people's path. Yugong said, we need to move the mountain. The wise old man smiled and said, you are old, it is difficult to pull out the grass, people should go first!"

"Yugong laughed, I have a son, my son has a grandson, my grandson has a son, my grandson has a grandson, for thousands of generations, the mountains will be moved and the people will be blessed!"

"Now there is a mountain, blocking the flow of water, causing drought for thousands of miles. We need to dig the mountain! Yizhou people, tens of millions of people, dig the mountain, and it will be a blessing!"

The city gate behind him slammed shut again with a heavy and harsh creaking sound.

A big brainwash, ah bah, an inspiring speech, is about to be staged again...