History of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 133 Yang Ce·Jiuli Shibu (5,000 words)

"Wind Lord triumphs!"

The King of Baiyue ran down the stairs of the palace quickly, with joy on his face and no regard for the majesty of the king of a country.

Feng Yun could only go up a few steps when the King of Baiyue came to him and gave him a great gift.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this." Feng Yun leaned over and held him up.

"Master Feng, it has only been half a month, and the evil plan has gone away. You should be a great virtue!"

In "The Policies of Countries: Baiyue" written by Feng Yun, the Yin-Yang Policy is the starting policy and the fundamental one, but it is also the most impossible policy for the King of Baiyue.

But now Feng Yun has completed most of it in less than half a month, which is an eye-opener for King Baiyue.

In particular, Feng Yun summoned the spirit of Fuxi and Nuwa in front of the Baiyue people from various tribes who opposed Feng Yun, thus gathering the hearts of the people.

The seven thousand people outside the city were not strictly guarded, but no one could escape - even if there were villains, they would be spontaneously captured by the surrounding Baiyue people.

"King, I just want to implement a policy. It's too early to celebrate. Let's talk about it first. I hope you can continue to perform the duties of the Prime Minister of Baiyue."

"Of course it is!" King Baiyue looked at Feng Yun, seeing the change, and was slightly surprised.

He only felt that Feng Yun's words were more convincing, and even if his clothes were muddy, it was difficult for people to look down upon him. The mud on the contrary made him stand out from the mud and remain unstained, like a pattern embellishment.

"Fengjun please."

Feng Yun nodded and entered the palace together with King Baiyue.

At the same time, I am also pleased with Wang's attitude at this time.

The king showed no fear, just like before.

You must know that Feng Yun is now very popular among the people in Baiyue, and Feng Yun is still worried as he was when Yu Yue controlled the floods, and Yue Jun was afraid.

This will greatly affect Feng Yun's policies.

The King of Baiyue has the attitude of a wise king.

A wise king is one who understands the principles of affairs and is aware of treachery and sycophants; he is measured and has the heart to act for a great nation.

Entering the palace...

Feng Yun and Wang sat opposite each other.

The king said: "Go and bring the cow!"

Feng Yun heard the sound and hurriedly said: "King, it is necessary to control the floods. Killing the gods will frighten the people, but the seven thousand people detained need to be resettled as soon as possible... It is not appropriate to do extravagant things now, nor to celebrate, in order to ensure that the people's hearts are loyal to the country.

"

Hearing this, the King of Baiyue hurriedly confessed.

"I was carried away by the joy. That's what Mr. Feng said."

"Being warlike and enjoying success is a taboo for hunters!"

Hearing the Baiyue people use the metaphor of a hunter, Feng Yun smiled, but no one went to fetch the cows.

"King, please settle these seven thousand people first."

"We'll wait for Mr. Feng to do this," Wang said earnestly.

Feng Yun nodded, waved his hand first, and asked someone to get the animal skin pen and ink.

Then he wrote and commented: "First calm the people's hearts, then they can be free from worries and loyal to the king."

Wang's eyes moved slightly, flashing with approval: "That's what Mr. Feng said."

Feng Yun said again: "At this time, I also know that these people from Baiyue are worried about the tribe."

Wang nodded, looking forward to Feng Yun's solution.

"King, you should send some messengers and arrange for these people to write letters to express the redemption of punishment with labor, so as to calm the hearts of the people."

"How good is this method?"

"First, I will first explain to the king that this act of redemption through labor will be judged based on the crime of this mob. There are many of them. The leader should be killed, the extreme people should be killed, and the general public should be lenient."

"To be lenient is to redeem punishment with hard work... The method of redeeming punishment for scholar-officials in the Great Zhou Dynasty was for the so-called way of benevolence and virtue, and the scholar-official class was gathered into a group to defend its law."

"We also used this method to travel to the people of Baiyue to gather the people's hearts and make it easier for us to carry out other strategies in the future, especially the "Fire Strategy: Rewards and Punishments with Measures"."

Wang nodded frequently without any objection.

He didn't quite understand what Feng Yun said, but he agreed.

"The fire of Bing and Ding, the fire governs the rule of law... It is necessary for the country to have a way to prohibit evil."

Feng Yun wrote this mob trip on the animal skin, and also noted the punishment.

"Second."

"Winter has arrived, and I want to start farming first. I want to divide the remaining seven thousand people into many branches and station them in three places to cultivate the soil for fields."

"Thirdly, these letters can also promote "Jiuli Yinzi Table" and let people in Baiyue understand the convenience of writing..."

"Hmm..." The King of Baiyue pondered, and it was just a letter. It was just a few words on bamboo slips, but he wondered: "Why do we need to farm in winter?"

As he spoke, King Baiyue spoke in a low voice.

"Fengjun, there is one more thing that I haven't told you. There are seven thousand more people in Baiyue City. I'm afraid there is not enough food and grass..."

Saying this, King Baiyue felt guilty.

"Feng Yun's plan, it is I, Baiyue, who has dragged Feng Jun down!"

Feng Yun heard this.

The first said: "When the soil is turned over in winter, the soil is exposed, and under the cold wind, some of the pests hiding in the soil can be killed, which will be of great benefit to the farming in the coming year."

"The earlier we plan to farm, the earlier we can cultivate. Now that the floods in Baiyue are gone, people may miss such fertile soil... After cultivation, we will have food and fields, so we can conduct military operations and intimidate all parties without daring to take it lightly."

Move Baiyue."

Thinking about what King Baiyue said about food and grass, this was also what Feng Yun was troubled about.

Other things can be thought of and planned out of thin air, but this matter of food and grass cannot be conjured up out of thin air.

"We can only borrow food from various tribes and tribes, and use this to start the Yang strategy."

A trace of determination flashed in Feng Yun's eyes.

The food for these seven thousand people is not available in Baiyue City, but each tribe has it.

"King, are you sure you want to take a quick strategy and quickly gather the Baiyue tribe?"

Kuai - Rouzhi invites the Xiao family to join the family, and fights to get the big family to return to the family. The middle family sees that the family is treated favorably by the small family, but the middle family is not better than the middle family, so they will naturally choose the family.

King Baiyue nodded resolutely, but said in shock: "Is Mr. Feng planning to take this strategy now?"

This speed is so fast that even an eager person like King Baiyue is a little overwhelmed.

"nature!"

"King, the general trend is with me at this time. Tomorrow, I will use the seal of the Prime Minister of Baiyue to order the loan of grain and speak out about the matter of "Yangce: Go to the tribe and leave the tribe"."

Such a good idea!

"This..." King Baiyue was stunned.

Feng Yun had no scruples.

"I will also make the matter of "Jiuli Shibu" and "Daxiaogong Monument" public."

"Jiuli Shibu"!

This is a national regulation made by Feng Yun based on the Ten Heavenly Stems and delineating the responsibilities that should be fulfilled in the tenth month.

That--

In the Black Tiger Department in January, the Sikyong: The Nine Sis discuss politics!

February Otter Department, Si Nong: Farmers in the field want it too!

March Crocodile Department, Division Rules: Singing, dancing, etiquette and music!

April Python Department, Si Wu: Medicine and sacrifice!

Pangolin Department in May, Secretary Jian: Craftsmanship and architecture!

In June, the Treasurer of the Muntjac Department: Grain production tax is also taxed!

July Blue Sheep Division, Division Guard: Guard and Patrol!

August Monkey Department, Simin: Household registration and people’s feelings!

In September, the Black Panther Department is in charge of war: military affairs and national hunting!

October's Four-legged Snake Department, Judiciary: Rewards, Punishments, Laws and Bans!

"In "Jiu Li and Ten Divisions", Black Tiger is the leader, and all nine divisions listen to the king's government. The king is in charge of the military affairs of the black panther and the guard of the blue sheep. In this way, the words of the nine divisions are weaker than the king's, and their military force is also weaker than the king's!"

Feng Yun's words aroused the ambition of King Baiyue, and his hesitation gradually disappeared.

And Feng Yun added: "To overthrow the core of a country is to reform the old and make a new one, and there is no way to regret it."

"I asked the king again to ask, is the king willing?" Feng Yun stood up and looked directly at the King of Baiyue, seeming to be forcing him, without giving him any way out.

King Baiyue laughed loudly.

"Fengjun, please do it!"

Feng Yun smiles like this.

"promise."

After saying this, Feng Yun took his leave and Wang stood up to see him off.

As for Feng Yun, the literary energy around him continued to surge, but was eventually restrained by it.

"The momentum is rising!"

Behind Feng Yun, a long yue shadow appeared faintly. On it, in the "Annals of the Nations/Ce Baiyue", the article "Yang Ce·Fengze Wushen", mixed with the "Fengze Ce" for water control, continued to circulate.

, the glory suddenly appears!

The national fortune is down!

This strategy has been carried out by Feng Yun, it has been completed, and it has been accomplished. Its power is no less than the innate power!

Changyue - a rare treasure of national destiny!

"This is not the time to break through the innate."

Jian Gua - step by step, no end!

Feng Yun gathers his strength and waits, hoping to create extraordinary talent, not just a weak strategy.

In other words, all the skills and techniques are available. He wants to become a Taoist and use the Tao to enter the innate world, just like Taoism, Mohism, Confucianism, and Dharma.

"Fengjun." Manwa was waiting outside the palace. When he saw Feng Yun coming, he hurriedly said: "Just now someone said that there is a man named Ou Ye waiting for you to go back to the Palace of Classics. What sword are you looking at?"

Feng Yun smiled lightly and got into the carriage.

"Do you know the way to the Palace of Classics?"

"I know!" Manwa took the reins and pulled the carriage towards the Palace of Classics.

Such as the palace of classics.

"Fengjun, you are back!" Just after entering the palace, Li Yue's voice was heard. Li Yue stepped forward in surprise to see if Feng Yun was healthy.

"Nothing, Mr. Ouye and I have something to talk about."

Feng Yun chuckled and gently pushed Li Yue away.

Li Yue's smile remained unchanged, but when she saw An Feng coming out of the palace with the witch, her face turned cold.

She still doesn't like An Feng.

Especially An Feng participated in the blessing competition without her order.

But now that she is with the witch, she can't make things difficult for An Feng.

"Fengjun."

"witch."

The witch obviously had something to talk to Feng Yun. Feng Yun said nothing else, but a long ax appeared in his hand.

"A rare treasure of national destiny!" the witch was surprised.

On the long axe, Yang Ce's words and so on appeared, and Feng Yun prepared to make them public.

"Witch, please watch. I will talk to Mr. Ouye first."

"No, the old woman is waiting for Mr. Feng in the palace."

The witch took the long Yue and walked slowly into the hall. Feng Yun said to Man Wa, "Wait for me here. Later I want to ask about the righteous man."

"No, Mr. Feng." Manwa imitated the witch and said respectfully, watching Feng Yun go to the backyard.

"Fengjun." In the backyard, Ouye hurriedly invited Feng Yun into the house.

Mo Nu and Gan Jiang opened the hair follicles on the table, revealing five swords.

"Master Feng, I would also like to give the sword a name."

There was a look of pleading in Ouye's eyes.

Naming a sword is no less important to a swordsmith than a nobleman naming his children. It is very solemn and cannot be left to others casually.

Feng Yun saw Ou Ye's worried expression.

He thought: "Is it because of this that Mr. Ouye still stays in Baiyue?"

These five swords were forged by Ou Ye to repay the debt of the country where he gave birth. He should have left early, but he delayed it until now.

Ou Ye nodded, but then shook his head: "Whether the sword is successful or not, Ou Ye will wait for Lord Feng to return before saying goodbye."

"Please give me your name, Mr. Feng."

Feng Yun looked at it and could only remember a few of Ou Ye's swords.

Looking at its appearance and feeling its interior, Feng Yun felt something about it.

"Zhanlu, Chunjun, Shengxie, Yuchang, Juque..."

Feng Yun pointed out one by one.

Ou Ye looked at it, his eyes brightened as Feng Yun gave him his name.

"Fengjun has the ability to recognize swords!"

Feng Yun was dumbfounded, but he just smiled.

"When will Mr. Ouye plan to leave Baiyue and go to Yuyue?"

Thinking about Yu Yue, Feng Yun said: "I have asked the King of Baiyue to send a detailed investigation to the surrounding countries. He also learned that due to the split of the country, Yu Yue now only has less than three levels of territory left, and it is directly related to the Wu Kingdom in the north of the Yangtze River.

Fight.”

Ouye listened carefully.

"Mr. Ou Ye, at this time the Yu Yue's overlord is Yunchang's son, Gou Jian. He is just a child and relies entirely on his clan members to lead the country."

"You should be more careful when you return with the Five Swords."

Ouye nodded.

"I know that Mr. Feng is in Baiyue, and I hope he will be safe."

Feng Yun looked at the generals on the side and thought: "I wonder where Mr. Ouye wants to go after leaving Yu Yue?"

Ouye didn't hesitate.

"I have been forging swords all my life. Now that the strong wind in Fengze has eased, I am going to take Mo Nu with me to live in seclusion in Fengze and use the cold pool to forge the divine sword again!"

Ou Ye knew about the gods and wanted to make a divine sword at this time. The pursuit and longing in his eyes was no less than that of a man in his prime.

"Mr. Ouye is doing the right thing, which is a good thing." Feng Yun was sincerely happy for Ouye.

"Mr. Ouye, in addition to Mr. Wang Wang bringing back the "Records of Nations/Ceme of Yu Yue", I also hope that Mr. Ouye can lead generals to learn the art of sword making together."

"Fengjun!" Ganjiang was dull, but at this time he was panicking. He was speechless and his eyes were full of pleading.

"Lord Feng, I can drive Lord Feng's carriage. I hope you will not drive me away."

After saying this, the general bowed down and bowed.

Feng Yun shook his head.

"General, your way is not with me."

"Fengjun has learned a lot, and if a capable general follows him and drives for you, he has attained the Tao."

Feng Yun appeased the general and said: "General, you are only in your prime of life now. How can you admire the chariot and not the Tao for yourself?"

"You also know that your own way is forging swords, not mine."

"Fengjun..." Gan Jiang sobbed.

Feng Yun shook his head: "You..."

"I hope there is someone who can drive for me to reduce my fatigue."

"But if there is a thirty-year-old and a twenty-year-old, and their driving skills are the same, I will only hire a thirty-year-old to drive for me."

"Do you know why?"

The general shook his head.

"It's because you have ten more years than a thirty-year-old to practice your own way."

"I am now seventeen years old, and you are not much older than me. I know very well that my only goal at this age is to find the way, learn it, and practice it. If anyone blocks my way, it will be no less than taking my life with a knife."

After patting Gan Jiang's shoulder, Feng Jun pulled him up.

"This is what I want, how can I mislead you?"

"Follow Mr. Ouye."

"Fengjun!"

Gan Jiang kept sobbing.

Feng Yun teased Ou Ye and nodded slightly.

Ou Ye nodded as a gesture of greeting.

Feng Yun returned the gift.

"I still have something to discuss with the witch, so I won't send you away now."

Ouye saluted again: "Fengjun, please don't worry about us. Farewell, Fengjun!"

Mo Nu also saluted: "Farewell Mr. Feng."

Ganjiang wiped away his tears and said: "Fengjun, the general was originally a slave of the country of Han. He was freed by the kindness of Fengjun. Now, Fengjun does not care about the lowliness of slaves. He has a certain way for the general... When the general gets the way, he will definitely achieve it."

Go and serve Lord Feng to repay the favor of new life!"

Feng Yun waved his hand: "I am just a scribe, and I also have a sword. You don't have to worry about it. Just go for your own way."

Feng Yun patted Long Yuan, and the sword soul above Long Yuan shook.

Ou Ye was overjoyed when he saw it.

Feng Yun also turned around and left. He was the Prime Minister of Baiyue, and he was not obsessed with small gains and losses at this time.

He could benefit from the convenience of having a capable general by his side, but he couldn't bear it, thus burying the promising future of the capable general.

…

Once inside the palace, the witch remained silent.

Feng Yun sat across from him.

After a long time, An Feng said: "Mr. Feng, do you want some food?"

It was already dark, and the witch couldn't speak for a long time as she watched Yang Ce's words.

"No need to..."

"I also hope that Chief Anfeng will go find some tea leaves and brew them in boiling water. I have been in the water for the past few days, and my body has inevitably been infected with some miasma."

Feng Yun explained, and An Feng stood up silently.

After An Feng left, the witch looked at An Feng's back and said, "I've never heard of An Feng..."

There is something hidden in the witch's eyes. Looking at Feng Yun and An Feng, she knew that the two had met a long time ago.

"Can the An family be related to the Nuwa family?" the witch asked Feng Yun.

Feng Yun didn't answer.

At this time, An Feng came with a water jug ​​and poured tea for the witch and Feng Yun using two pottery bowls.

The witch no longer mentions the Nuwa family.

She looked at the seal characters on the long axe, and with the help of Feng Yun's "Jiuli Biao", she understood its meaning.

"Fengjun really wants to do this?" The witch looked at Feng Yun steadily.

Feng Yun nodded.

He said firmly: "Seven thousand people of all ethnic groups have gathered outside Baiyue City. Tomorrow, we will inform all tribes in Baiyue about this policy along with the order to borrow food."

The witch's eyes were filled with admiration for Feng Yun, but she hid it so well that Feng Yun thought she was angry.

"Master Feng, if we continue with this plan, I'm afraid there won't be anyone left to borrow food."

"Why don't we borrow food first? With Lord Feng's current prestige, no tribe will disobey orders..."

The witch gave Feng Yun advice.

But Feng Yun shook his head and smiled lightly.

"I'm afraid the witch is mistaken. I've never thought more about borrowing food."

Feng Yun wrote lightly: "I know that doing this has given these tribes an excuse to oppose me and even resist me again."

"But that's what I'm going to do."

"If Baiyue is peaceful and there are no other voices from these tribes, what excuse will be used to carry out this reform?"

"This..." The witch's mind was shaken.

"Does Mr. Feng want to start a war?" The witch was shocked.

Feng Yun shook his head.

"Wrong, witch, war requires soldiers and public opinion to follow, otherwise it will be difficult to form an army."

"This policy is a positive policy, it is fair and just, and what it says is for the sake of the country and the people...not for the people in power of the tribe."

"Now that the people's hearts are with me, and there are 7,000 people here, I can add 5,000 armored soldiers to the city at will. These tribes dare not move arbitrarily."

The witch ponders.

"Fengjun is testing the Qi tribe. How many tribes are willing to submit to the Qi clan at this time?"

Feng Yun nodded, but then shook his head.

"This is something that Yunyang's plan will not reveal for the time being. The witch can wait until the order to borrow food comes and she will find out for herself."

The witch pursed her lips and sighed slightly.

"That's all. If Lord Feng wants to give an order tomorrow, please let the old woman take the order back to Yao... As long as the old woman is here, Yao can go to the tribe at any time."

Feng Yun was surprised.

"Great witch, I would like to thank Baiyue."

The witch smiled and shook her head.

"I am not one of those ignorant people. I also know what Mr. Feng is capable of, so I am willing to believe in Mr. Feng."

Looking at the privileged parts of the "Ten Tribunals of Jiuli" and the "Stele of Great and Small Dukes" on the long yue, the witch said: "I wonder which tribe Feng Jun is going to arrange for Yao to join, and whether the old woman is a grand duke or a junior duke."

The witch was only half-joking, but she was also trying to gain status for Yao, so that Yao's people would not be treated lightly if the queen was removed from the clan.

"There are more than 200,000 people in Baiyue, of which Yao account for 30,000, and among the ten tribes of Jiuli, seven can be separated."

"As a Yao shaman, you can join the Crocodile Department, where you will be in charge of regulations, and perform singing, dancing, etiquette, and music; or you can join the Python Department, where you will be a witch and perform medicine and sacrifices."

Traveling to two places in one place is already an extremely privileged treatment.

"The witch is naturally the grand duke of the two tribes."

The witch thanked him.

"Thank you so much for your grace, Mr. Feng. The old woman will go clean up and get ready."

Feng Yun nodded.

The witch looked at An Feng and said, "Follow me back and make arrangements to go to the tribe."

"No." An Feng nodded and left with Witch Yu.

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