Chapter Eighty-Eight: Musin Visits Here

But a good leader is generally the best abettor, the best demagogue, the wisest liar, and the best comforter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not only can he trick others into working hard for him, but he also wants to make this person who helps him desperately believe that his choice is the right one when he is dying.

At the same time, through various ceremonies and propaganda, it is also necessary to make others envy this guy who died in battle, and be ready to go forward.

In this regard, Moussein is an absolute connoisseur.

Speaking of Musin's personal cultivation, he definitely deserves the title of the King of Wisdom, and he showed an unusual talent for learning when he was a teenager.

Not only did he read through the vast classics of the Great Food, but while studying theology, he also studied painting, music, mathematics, medicine, information, philosophy, astronomy, and geography.

During the food tour, Musin wore a white robe, a scimitar for self-defense, a dromedary and a dilapidated tent. He traveled almost all over the Great Food and Persia, and whenever he stopped in one place, he would go to a special place to preach and preach, and to interpret the problems for the imams who were in trouble.

He helped the poor cannibals, treated them, raised money for them to build bridges and roads, and even in the wasteland, when he encountered leprosy patients who were about to die, Musin could calmly treat them as ordinary people, stay by his side, chant for him, pray for him, and give him the last dignity of a person.

Even after the leper died, he collected wood to burn the body of the leper so that he could enter the kingdom of God cleanly.

These actions earned him eternal respect in the Great Food and Persia, and also achieved the supreme glory of his wise king, and even when he came to the Great Song Dynasty in his later years, he still maintained the humility of the year when he was studying.

With the help of the rich man's study for three years, as soon as he came out, he shocked the world with his fluent Chinese.

It is a remarkable thing that a cannibal who has studied Confucianism for three years can discuss Confucian classics with a large group of Confucian scholars in Tokyo and put forward his own unique opinions.

At the very least, the iron-hearted source who hated Musin hated Musin's way of doing things, and hated the pain that Musin inflicted on him.

He is not qualified to criticize Mu Xin's learning, if Mu Xin can show him the appearance of a real teacher, Tie Xinyuan will not have any psychological obstacles to calling Mu Xin a teacher.

Therefore, in many cases, Tie Xinyuan was surprised to find that he and Mu Xin seemed to be the same kind of people.

has a heart of stone, and many times maintains a state of joy and sorrow for the suffering of others, like an outsider.

Therefore, if necessary, Tie Xinyuan will also say these words of Mu Xin's subordinates, and even more exaggerated than Mu Xin.

In general, demagogy is a sophisticated and indispensable method that politicians must master.

When Tie Xinyuan watched a movie called "Saving Private Ryan" before, the warm and firm voiceover made a very deep impression on him, which brought tears to the eyes of an old woman who had lost five sons, and also brought tears to the eyes of a large group of onlookers sitting in the movie theater watching the movie.

After becoming the king, Tie Xinyuan found that justice was far away from him.

The criterion for determining whether a thing should be judged or not is no longer heavenly reason and justice, or such trivial things as justice.

It's the benefits!

In fact, the people are not very sensitive to such things as justice, and they care more about interests.

In their eyes, a king who can give them money is definitely a good king, and they don't ask where the king's money comes from.

Money-giving is a good king - their concept is so simple.

Power is actually a good thing, in fact, the greater the power, the closer the power is to God.

If Tie Xinyuan can hold 100,000 invincible iron horses, he will enjoy supreme divine power from east to west, or from west to east, like the sun god.

Before becoming a god of heavenly cultivation, Tie Xinyuan must maintain a humble heart, and all the tolerance today is some preparation for being infinitely arrogant in the future.

Li Chengqian, the crown prince of the former Tang Dynasty, is actually right, and when he becomes an emperor, of course he must pursue unscrupulousness.

The only reason why Li Chengqian became a negative example for all the crown princes in later generations was that he did not become emperor.

If an emperor doesn't have a heart to pursue unscrupulousness, what is the difference between that and a salted fish?

Zhao Zhen, the emperor, is trying to suppress his desires, and the result of this suppression is just like he himself said - not as good as a rich man.

Temujin did a good job in this regard, truly unleashing his desires to the extreme.

It's just that this life is too barbaric, Tie Xinyuan really can't learn it, but ah, even Tie Xinyuan himself didn't find out, he is very similar to Temujin in many places, the two of them have strong ambitions, and their desires for land and wealth are endless.

Just because there is no end to the pursuit, Tie Xinyuan showed an attitude towards wealth in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

He wanted more.

Mu Xin's understanding of Tie Xinyuan far exceeded Tie Xinyuan's own expectations, from the very beginning, Tie Xinyuan's attitude towards the iron rope has already determined Tie Xinyuan's attitude towards Mu Xin, and no one knows this better than Mu Xin, a wise man.

An iron rope can't lock the heart of the iron heart......

When Musin entered the City of Fragrance, he was almost in despair.

It is not because of the dangerous terrain and prosperity of Qingxiang City, but because the city is filled with a fanatical worship of the Iron Heart Source.

"My family's naan is eaten by my king, and he said it was good!"

The naan vendor held a large stack of oily naan and fanned it hard, hoping that the smell of the naan would seduce the leader of the caravan to buy his own naan.

"Your king?"

Mu Sin's attention was obviously not on the naan, he was more concerned about the four words that the vendor said about my king.

The peddler obviously found that this business could not be done, so he showed no mercy on his lips, and looked at Musin dressed as a Persian and opened his mouth and said: "Of course it is my king, is it still your king?" ”

Mu Xin smiled and didn't care about the hawker's bad attitude, threw a silver coin to the hawker and said with a smile: "You are not a royal family, it is forbidden to say this, and it is disrespectful to the king of your family." ”

The vendor put away the silver coins and said with a smile: "We can say this in front of the king."

There are many people who have been to the city lord's mansion in this fragrant city, every year on April 15th, when the fragrant wood blooms, everyone will go to the city lord's mansion to watch the fragrant wood, where the fragrant wood is taken care of, the flowering is the largest, and the fragrance is the strongest.

Go there and pick some fragrant flowers to make sachets and match them on the body, mosquitoes are not close, and they work for more than half a year. ”

Mu Xin took a piece of naan from the vendor's plate, took a bite of it, and picked up his thumb and said, "It's really delicious, it's good to leave these for us and keep them for the road." ”

The peddler took the money handed by Mu Xin again, smiled even more happily, and praised Mu Xin for knowing the goods. ”

Mu Xin ate most of the naan in one go, then stopped and asked in a low voice: "Can we enter the City Lord's Mansion on April 15, and are we lucky enough to meet the king?" ”

The vendor didn't want to offend the Persian who bought his own naan, so he tried his best to hide the disdain in his eyes and smiled: "Only those with yellow household registration can enter." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left with his empty plate, he was very worried that if he stayed a little longer, he would laugh out loud, and a Persian barbarian also wanted to enter the city lord's mansion? This is a big joke, even if this Persian barbarian can speak Chinese.

Musin lowered the curtain of the car, dropped half of the naan in his hand, and instructed Adasi in Persian: "Go and check and see if there is any chance to enter the city lord's palace." ”

Adasi nodded, this task should not be difficult, as long as you find a Persian merchant, there will always be a news channel.

Musin dismounted from the carriage and soon joined the crowd, where six warriors dressed in Persian robes scattered and surrounded him in the center.

He stayed in Da Song for a long time, and knew that the emerging teahouse was always the best place to learn about a city.

Seeing that there was a magnificent Yongan teahouse in front of him, he followed two Hami officials in light green robes to the teahouse.

As soon as he entered, the thick curtain hung down, and Musin found that the hustle and bustle of the market was suddenly cut off by the curtain.

Inside turned out to be a world of small bridges and flowing water, with thick branches and leaves of flowers and trees dividing a teahouse in Nuoda into countless small worlds.

The two officials obviously had an appointment with someone else, and when they entered the door, they were led by a fellow to a private room full of bamboo.

Mu Xin carefully observed a red plum with his hands behind his back, and always felt that something was wrong, where did the red plum come from at this time, especially this red plum was rigid and not half angry, and he smiled silently, the branch is a real branch, but the delicate plum blossom on it is made of silk silk.

A man in a green coat and a small hat stood behind with a smile, not urging, waiting for Mu Xin to speak so that he could come forward and serve.

Mu Xin withdrew his hand and said to the man with a smile: "Where there are many people, take me there, I have been lonely in the desert for too long." ”

The guy was very surprised, he didn't underestimate this Persian barbarian with a lofty weapon, but he didn't expect this to be a Persian barbarian who spoke fluent Chinese, which was really surprising.

The guy hurriedly saluted and said: "Since Mr. likes to be lively, you might as well move to the tea hall, where there is a tea doctor cooking tea, and the storyteller is the most lively." ”

Musin nodded, and followed the man who led the way sideways, through a green vine, and through a long corridor, and suddenly there was an empty space in front of him.

The guy craned his neck and glanced at the teahouse, pointed to a table next to him and said with a smile: "You came at the right time, Dr. Tea is cooking the first tea, and the storyteller Huang Laoyou is also preparing to talk about it." ”

Mu Xin smiled, followed the man to the table, ordered some fine points, asked for a pot of tea, and slowly sipped the tea, waiting to hear whether the Hami storyteller's vulgar talk was as wonderful as Tokyo.