On the second day, the Jiangdong Daily, which was run by the children of famous scholars in Jinling Academy with the support of Yuan Shu, immediately published the news that Gongsun Zhan wanted to become emperor and announced it to Jiangdong. Under the secret instruction of Yuan Shu, the writer did not explain this matter as a person with a heart for the Han family, but analyzed the causes and consequences of Gongsun Zhan's proclamation as emperor and the situation of the Han Dynasty very objectively.

The importance of the people's will Yuan Shu is the clearest, in the past, it was the gentry of the family who coerced the public opinion, how can the people who are illiterate and unreasonable know what is right and what is wrong? Therefore, the family can easily manipulate the hearts of the local people and reverse black and white. But with the printing press, the newspaper was a sharp weapon, and it was much easier for Yuan Shu to control the hearts of the people.

Printing more newspapers every day, publicizing the whole Jiangdong in a full-coverage manner, and mixing some private work according to Yuan Shu's meaning, the people's concepts were slowly changed imperceptibly, and they became deeply rooted in the past few years. As for the problem that many people are illiterate, wouldn't it be better to hire some scholars to read aloud in public? The official position and reputation are in the hands of Yuan Shu, and there are countless scholars who are willing to work for Yuan Shu.

Skillfully use the rights you have, you can transfer thousands of pounds in four or two, Yuan Shu is deeply aware of this truth. Yuan Shu now has too much, official positions, money and food, army, education, and the lifeblood of the entire south are completely in his hands. It can be said that even now the family under his command is completely reversed, and Yuan Shu can be suppressed.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. How many scholars in this era can be like saints? Even if you treat money like dung, who can not be unmoved by power and fame? The wealth, power, and fame they sought were all in the hands of Yuan Shu, and these people would be willingly driven by Yuan Shu if they used the slightest means.

The news of Gongsun Zhan's proclamation as emperor soon spread to all the territories under Yuan Shu's command, and the people of the Jiangdong family paid attention to the reaction of the people. But to the surprise of many people, the people under Yuan Shu's command did not have much indignation about this, and it could almost be called indifference, only a small number of people expressed indignation, but most of these people were actually indignant that Yuan Shu was not called the emperor Sun Zan What qualifications did he have to be the emperor, and hoped that Yuan Shu would be the emperor.

Through the intelligence officers under his command, Yuan Shu obtained a more detailed poll than the family, and the results made Yuan Shu very satisfied.

"It's not in vain that I vigorously support famous people to run newspapers, and it is really effective!" Yuan Shu put down the information in his hand and said proudly.

"The crowd is golden, imperceptible, and the right to speak and brainwashing of the lord is really terrifying." Jia Xu, who has always been far-sighted and moody, couldn't help but exclaim.

"That's nature!" Yuan Shu said with a smile. Yuan Shu, who experienced the era of information explosion in later generations, deeply realized the importance of the right to speak, and spent money to hire a navy to wash the floor, even if it is black, it may be said to be white. Moreover, compared with the Internet era in later generations, the cognitive sources of ordinary people in this era are pitiful, and Yuan Shu, the newspaper, was simply invincible as soon as it came out, and basically completely controlled the people's tone.

"The hearts of the people are attached, the soldiers are loyal and brave, and the soldiers are returned to the hearts, what am I afraid of?" Yuan Shu said confidently. Jinling Academy is like the Whampoa Military Academy in later generations, under the brainwashing of non-stop political classes, Yuan Shu does not say that he can ensure that all the scholars in the academy are loyal to him, but at least he can also ensure that more than ninety percent of the scholars are loyal to him than to the Han Dynasty. And how many elites are there in Jinling Academy? After several years of targeted training, there are no less than a thousand talents in a county, even if the Jiangdong family is now collectively rebelling, Yuan Shu doesn't care, and may even become stronger.

"By the way, I heard that Cai Yong went to find Liu Yu?" Yuan Shu suddenly asked.

"That's right." Jia Xu nodded, and then detailed the information of the conversation between the two. Jinling Academy is one of the places that Yuan Shu is most concerned about, Jia Xu has already arranged a large number of eyes and ears there, and even among the scholars, there are many die-hard people as spies.

"Cai Bojiao hasn't given up yet?" Yuan Shu said in a deep voice.

"This generation of scholars is still easy to change their thinking in the face of troubled times, but the older generation like Cai Yong has a deep-rooted loyalty to the Han family, although it has been diluted due to the troubled times, but it still cannot be eradicated." Jia Xu said softly.

"That's why we need Gongsun Chan to be the emperor." Yuan Shu said in a rare tone: "Only by tearing off the last fig leaf of the Han family can we force these people to face the naked reality." Dahan is hopeless! ”

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Jingzhou, Lumen Academy. Compared with the Jinling Academy, which was strongly supported by Yuan Shu, although the Lumen Academy also had Yuan Shu's support, the scale was relatively small. However, Sima Hui and Pang Degong are well-connected, and although there are few students in Lumen Academy, they are not inferior to Jinling Academy when it comes to elites.

Lumen Academy was built at the foot of the mountain, and the students did not all live in dormitories like Jinling Academy, and the elite of them built their own thatched huts and bamboo huts under the care of Sima Hui to live on the mountainside.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on a bamboo house surrounded by bamboo forests on the mountainside. The bamboo-hued bamboo-hued house shimmers against the quiet bamboo forest around it, making it look dreamy.

In the bamboo house, a young man with a jade face and a body of eight feet was lying on the bed depressed, his eyes were confused, and he held a pot of wine in his right hand and kept pouring it into his mouth, letting the wine slide from the corner of his mouth to the white shirt and ignore it. The sunset sun outside the window shone on the young man's face, and his usually calm and confident face looked so haggard.

"Squeak!"

A knock on the door sounded, and a short young man with an ugly appearance and short black hair walked in slowly, looking at the young man on the bed with a depressed expression, his eyes were full of sympathy and worry, and he sighed lightly and said, "Kong Ming, don't drink anymore." ”

Zhuge Liang looked at the sunset outside the window in a daze, and continued to raise his head to drink, collapsing and his clothes were full of water stains, and he couldn't tell whether it was wine or tears.

Pang Tong looked at Zhuge Liang, who was self-anesthetized, quietly, and after he drank the wine in the wine jug in his hand, he handed over the wine gourd on his waist.

Zhuge Liang gently shook the empty wine jug in his hand, smiled slightly bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and threw away the wine jug in his hand. The porcelain wine jug shattered on the ground with a "pop", but it turned a deaf ear, and without hesitation, he took the wine gourd handed by Pang Tong and drank it all.

With a gourd of wine in his stomach, Zhuge Liang, who was confused, frowned slightly and slowly sobered up.

Throwing the wine gourd back to Pang Tong, Zhuge Liang smiled bitterly: "Shiyuan, why is your wine always bitter?" ”

Pang Tong took the wine gourd, picked up the feather fan that had fallen aside, and handed it to Zhuge Liang: "Because I want to stay sober, just as you want to stay calm." ”