Two hours of time can be said to be like a year for Ye Qing, and it is like sitting on pins and needles in the front hall, he really wants to go out immediately to see what kind of picture Qufu County is now, especially on the side of the Sage Academy.

He has led the troops to fight for many years, and naturally knows better than others the truth that the soldiers and horses have not moved, and the grain and grass go first.

And now these more than 1,000 scholars are gathered in Qufu, like a group of rabble, no matter who Zhu Xi is, even if they have prestige among the scholars, they are mortals, they are not saints, and they have to eat, drink, and sleep.

The title of poor and sour literati is obviously not called in vain, after all, there are only a few people with a solid family background, so now so many people, because the fame of Zhu Xi and others has gathered here for more than half a month, Ye Qing naturally does not believe that so many of them will not run out of food.

And even if some scholars with a solid family background can help those scholars who are shy and poor, but will all the shy scholars in their pockets pull down their faces, put down the arrogance and dignity of scholars, and willingly accept the help of others?

I wanted to write the eight words of short mouths and short hands, but Ye Qing thought about it, and it was not at all more lethal than Zhu Xi's personal creation of starvation and intemperance.

As a person who leads the troops, he naturally knows the difficulty of personnel management better than Zhu Xi, not to mention that these scholars must be pretentious people one by one, even if some people are willing to accept financial assistance from others, but as long as this eight-character proverb comes out, how can it make Zhu Xi's camp split into two factions in an instant, right?

A soldier who surrenders without a fight, Ye Qing only remembers this sentence, but what means are used to realize the meaning of this sentence, Ye Qing will not care whether the means are bright or sinister and cunning, after all, on the battlefield, it is himself who dies brightly, which is extremely not cost-effective.

Accompanied by Jia She, Ye Qing, who was full of spirit and full of good plays, walked out of the post house and walked on the street of Qufu, which was not considered spacious, looking at the pieces of paper sold by the shops to the guests, especially the familiar papers, wrapped in food and delivered to the guests, Ye Qing's face instantly became extremely green!

"Jia She, look at what kind of paper they have in their hands!" Ye Qing said as he grabbed a pedestrian who passed by, and went up to snatch food from others.

"Hey, what are you going to do? In broad daylight, are you robbing me of the food in my hands? Believe it or not, I'll pull you to see the official immediately! The pedestrians clung to the food in their hands, stretching their arms back as far as they could, to make sure that the food they had just bought would not be snatched away by the young man in front of him, who did not look like a beggar.

"I'll take a look at the paper in my hand." Ye Qing pointed to the hand in the passerby's hand that was stretched out to the back, ignoring the surprised side glances of other pedestrians on the street, Jia Shi instantly snatched the food from the other people, and handed the paper in his hand to Ye Qing.

"Your Excellency, look ......." Jia Shi looked at the eight big characters stained with oil stains on it with a bitter face: starvation is a small matter, and a loss of festival is a big matter.

"What did Zhong Silkworm do?" Ye Qing didn't reach out to pick up the paper, because when he looked at the eight words on it, he found that many pedestrians around him, whether it was paper for wrapping tea or eating, most of them were good white paper, and on each piece of paper, as expected, there seemed to be these eight words.

"My lord, what now?" Jia Shi instantly felt that Zhong Silkworm was lazy, and gave these eight-character proverbs that they had worked hard all night to write without sleeping, and gave them all their brains.

Ignoring Jia She's question, Ye Qing walked straight to a vendor, looked at the thin few extremely familiar papers next to him, and asked, "May I ask the shopkeeper, where did these papers come from?" ”

The shopkeeper looked up at Ye Qing and replied casually: "You also want to pick it up, I'm afraid there won't be many now, but you can try your luck, just over there is the Sage Academy and the Confucian Temple, as if it was snowing, and the ground is full of these scrapped papers." ”

At the same time, the entire Sage Academy was already in a mess, and the literati scholars who could still be called brothers and sisters yesterday had already drawn a clear line with the other party at this time, or were arguing and theorizing.

In short, when you enter the Sage Academy, it is as noisy and chaotic as entering a vegetable market, and the impassioned voices of categorical impassions come and go, one by one with a red face, or one by one with a blank face.

In the quarrel of all the three or five people gathered in a circle, if you study it carefully, you will find that the face is red-faced, indignant, like a scholar who has suffered a great shame, most of them are some scholars from poor families, with their chests held up, looking at the sky, and they look like a righteous and awe-inspiring gentleman.

And those who were accused, most of them were from well-to-do families, and in the past half a month, from time to time they would help those poor scholars, at this time, they all looked dazed, or frowned silently, holding in their hands the eight big characters that I don't know who deliberately scattered: starvation is a small matter, and a loss of temperance is a big thing.

Zhu Xi's desktop had also been placed in a thick stack at this time, all of which were twisted and crooked, and even some words that didn't seem to be words at all.

Zhu Xi, who had a gloomy face, ignored the dozen or so people in the room, and several of the people who were qualified to be present together with him, also had gloomy faces, looking at the paper with eight characters of starvation and indignation.

"Mr. Zhu, these must be some small people deliberately playing right and wrong, and then let things go on like this, we ...... I'm afraid we're going to be scattered. One of them said hatefully with the paper in his hand.

"Mr. Zhu, now there are several fellow villagers outside who have torn their faces and scuffled, which was originally a generous gesture, but now ...... But it has become a malicious humiliating act, and we need to stop this matter immediately, and we must not let it get bigger again. Zhang Yan's gaze swept over the people in the study, and he also spoke.

"This is not a trivial matter, and the small man who did such an insidious thing is to provoke us to gather here and sacrifice to the saint, sir, report to the official, otherwise, in less than two days, there will not be too many people who can stay and participate in the grand event." The other one was also serious and persuaded Zhu Xi, who was silent.

"I'm afraid it's useless to report to the official." Zhu Xi, who frowned, sighed and said.

"Why? Qufu County is not far away, as long as we report to the official, they will inform those people outside that this is the work of a small person, so wouldn't it be able to resolve this matter? The scholar who was the first to speak asked.

Zhu Xi solemnly swept over the people in the study, and sighed again: "Today's incident, I'm afraid it was Ye Qing's doing, so what's the use of us reporting to the official?" ”

"Ye Qing?" The man was startled and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhu is saying, yes...... Be...... Is it to recover the territory of the Northland, and was sent by the imperial court to be the Northland Jiedu Envoy, who oversees all the lost territories? ”

"Yes, it's him." Zhu Xi said calmly: "The old man visited him the day before yesterday, and he had some festivals with the old man back then, so ...... Today's events must have come from his hand. This man has always been scheming, insidious and cunning, and if we want to report to the police to help us solve this matter, I am afraid that he will fall into his hands. ”

As Zhu Xi in the study finished speaking, the study, which was still a little whispering, instantly became extremely quiet.

Following Zhu Xi, or the literati in the south, most of them know that Zhu Xi was persecuted by Ye Qing back then, and was imprisoned in the Imperial City Division, and in the past two years, Ye Qing's reputation among the people in the south can also be said to be mixed, both praising his people, but also belittling his officials, scholars, etc., so Ye Qing's reputation in the hearts of the literati in the south can be described as a complete hero.

In their opinion, Ye Qing was able to recover the lost territory, manage the river, provide relief to the victims and other measures, plus last year he also fought another victory with the Jin people who made a comeback near Jinan, and successfully repelled the Jin people who came to attack, so Ye Qing's status and reputation in their hearts are enough to be called the embodiment of heroes and justice.

Zhu Xi is a literati after all, although he was an official, but after all, he was defeated by defeat, so on top of conspiracy and trickery, he wanted to compete with Ye Qing, but he was completely fighting with his own shortcomings, and he had no chance of winning at all.

And what he said just now seemed to be quite fair to state a fact, but when he heard the ears of the scholars in the north, even if he didn't comment on the surface, he still would, and he couldn't help but make some comparisons between Ye Qing, who he knew, and Zhu Xi's personality now, so as to decide which side he should stand on at this time.

After a short silence in the study, there was a verbal confrontation between the southerners and the northerners, or the questions of the northerners and the answers of the southerners, and all the questions were all about Ye Qing, but what was heard was some bad comments about Ye Qing that they had never heard.

Just like some keyboard warriors who don't have long brains, since the day they were born, their brains have been thrown away along with the placenta, so Ye Qing in the eyes of the southerners is naturally a Song court official who wants to establish himself as a king, be arrogant, and arrogant.

Ye Qing yawned several times in a row, and then walked around the Sage Academy with satisfaction, and from time to time he could still admire the red faces and red ears of the quarrels, and even the literati who were sitting on the ground and hunger strike, so Lord Ye's mood instantly relaxed a lot.

Similarly, the Confucian Temple, which is guarded by the Flower Planter Army, is surrounded by soldiers of the Flower Planter Army standing at the gates of the tall gates, and there are also some literati at the door, who are theorizing with the general of the Flower Planter Army and others why they want to block the Confucian Temple at this time.

Jia She, panting, finally found the army of literati mixed in the literati crusade against the flower planters at the first gate of the Confucian Temple, like a hillbilly, he almost put his hands in his sleeves, and was looking at the literati foaming and accusing with great interest.

"My lord, Zhu Xi sent someone to look for you, I said that you are not here, you are out of the city." Jia Shi dragged the interested Ye Qing out of the literati pile and said in a low voice.

"Did you say anything?" Ye Qing, who was smiling, had always looked at those few righteous literati with interest.

"I want to talk to you again, the man who sent him said that he was willing to make concessions." Jia Shi said in a low voice.

"Grandma, now that I want to talk, didn't I sit still yesterday? It's late. Either way, we'll have to make plans for tomorrow. Looking at Lord Ye, who was smirking at a group of literati, his eyes began to shine with obscenity and cunning again.