Chapter 610: Don't Blame His Holiness

How could the soldiers let Ding Shanqing die like this, and with a stretch of their arms, they dragged him back.

In Ding Shanqing's eyes, death is not only not terrible, but a shortcut to gain fame, martyrdom for the Qing Dynasty and righteousness, what a great glory it must be, but on the contrary, Wang Feng did not let him die, he could only stare at Wang Feng with extreme hatred.

Wang Feng didn't even look at him, and shouted downward: "Give you five minutes, cut the braids yourself, and if you don't cut them after the expiration date, we will do it, there are really stubborn people, then don't blame us for being polite, take the scissors!" ”

"Yes!" The soldiers stepped forward one after another, and hundreds of scissors were handed to the crowd, some of them threw the scissors to the ground as soon as they were stuffed into their hands, and some hesitated, looking to the left and right, as if waiting for someone else to cut first.

Time passed minute by minute, Wang Feng took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said coldly: "There is still the last minute, don't think that there are many of you, I don't dare to do anything to you, I tell you, our army is killing rebels in Changsha City, and before entering Changsha, we have broken through countless polders, killing some people is nothing to us, I hope you think about it carefully, don't mistake yourself, there are still thirty seconds." ”

The soldiers gathered around the square, although they did not end their guns, but the tips of their guns were loaded with bayonets, and the rows of bright lights and the solemn atmosphere that filled the field brought heavy pressure to everyone.

"Don't shoot, I'll cut it!" One student finally couldn't bear the pressure and hurriedly cut off his braids.

"I'll cut it too, you can help me, hurry up. Hurry up, there's no time. "With the first person taking the lead. It was as if the plague was spreading at a terrifying rate, and many people hurriedly picked up their scissors. Help each other cut their braids.

"Alas!" Ding Shanqing couldn't help but sigh heavily, what about temperament? Where is the festival? It's all a bunch of unfaithful and unrighteous pathos.

But it didn't take long for his eyes to light up again, and there were still more than 200 people who had not been cut, and in his opinion, more than 200 people were undoubtedly loyal people of my Great Qing Dynasty.

"Go, cut it for them!" There are more than 200 people, most of whom are old scholars who are about the same age as Ding Shanqing, and they are rigid in their thinking. With a narrow vision and a poor ability to accept new ideas and new thinking, Wang Feng didn't say much and waved his hand.

"Yes!" Hundreds of soldiers pulled their heads in twos and threes, broke their heads, pulled their braids and pulled their braids, twisted their arms and twisted their arms, how rough and how they came. There were bursts of clattering sounds, accompanied by crying and scolding, and finally more than 200 braids were cut off.

"Smack!" Wang Feng clapped his hands and attracted his attention. He also said: "Now announce the second order, from now on, Ercheng and Zhu Xi will move out of the Tianxia Temple. Science was only used for research and historical research, and officially withdrew from the teaching stage. No one is allowed to disseminate science, and the government does not use science as the hiring standard for civil servants! ”

"Deviant. Heaven does not allow it! ”

"What do we eat and drink?"

"If we don't let us learn science, then what should we study?"

All of a sudden, on the hustle and bustle below, everyone yelled angrily, and they couldn't care about the soldiers around them, although it was unacceptable to cut braids, but this was just a matter of habit, I really didn't let me stay, and I slowly got used to it, but I didn't let the teachings, this is the job bowl of thousands of old teachers in Changsha!

"Humph!" Zhou Xiuying snorted lightly: "Don't look at their names so happy, in the end, isn't it still for money?" I'm sure if you give a hundred dollars each, they won't call it right away. ”

"I'm not that stupid." Wang Feng muttered, pressed his hands, and said loudly: "Everyone is quiet, since I have smashed your job, I naturally have to arrange a way for everyone to live, Mr. Teacher can teach ethnic minorities and poor farmers to read and write, and all expenses, including salaries, are paid by the government."

In addition, students do not worry, in the next month or two, there will be teachers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to teach you modern science and technology and mathematics, physics and chemistry knowledge, at the same time, Yuelu Academy was officially renamed Changsha Science and Technology School after the transformation, for the basic education part, there is no tuition fee, after learning the basic course, your knowledge is enough to feed your whole family.

Of course, if someone wants to continue their studies, they only need to pay a small fee for further study, and maybe you are a trendsetter at the forefront of the times.

However, I know that not everyone can afford to pay tuition, for this part of the people, as long as you want to study, there will be government education departments to provide you with interest-free payments for different periods, and there are other people who can be funded by the government to enjoy the treatment of studying in the United States at public expense.

Don't blame me for being wordy, in today's world, the times are moving forward, science and technology are advancing with each passing day, science and science have gradually exuded the atmosphere of decay and decline, only to keep up with the times, will not be eliminated by history, I don't care whether you can accept it or not, you must accept it, you are the elite of Hunan, is the darling of God, I believe you will make the most correct choice! ”

The students quieted down, and even many people's eyes glowed, although the inland young people of that era, although not as broad-minded as the coastal areas, but in the past ten years, as foreigners continue to penetrate into the Chinese mainland, they have brought new knowledge and new thinking, and they have more or less understanding of some foreign gadgets.

And the old gentleman was noisy again.

"What? Let's educate the foreign barbarians and mud-legged people to be literate? No, no, we are all Svens, how can we surrender our identities and resolutely disagree! ”

"Enough!" Wang Feng's face suddenly sank, and he rebuked: "Ethnic minorities are not us Chinese? Of course, due to historical reasons, the economy and culture of minority areas have always been relatively backward, but this is precisely what we need to help them, bring them advanced cultural knowledge, help them get out of the mountains, out of the closed villages, and integrate with us. Knowing two words is amazing?

The government has arranged a way out for you, and you have the right not to accept the government's arrangement, but I will say the ugly words in front, don't blame the government for being poor and drinking the northwest wind in the future, and even if anyone dares to rebel and stir up social discontent, then don't blame us for mercilessly suppressing it, today I will say all this, everyone go back, go back and think about it! ”

The teaching gentlemen also verbally told their voices to vent their dissatisfaction, and if they really wanted to rebel, they would never dare, and Wang Feng had already given an ultimatum, and he knocked out his arrogance at once, and they all talked about going out.

Ding Shanqing glared at Wang Feng fiercely, flicked his sleeves, and was about to leave, but Wang Feng called: "Stop!" ”

"Huh?" Ding Shanqing slowly turned his head.

"Dean Ding, do you want to die?" Wang Feng asked slowly.

"Loyal to the emperor and martyred for righteousness, the old man waits for him, and he can't ask for it!" Ding Shanqing arched his hand due north.

Wang Feng asked again: "I smashed Zhu Xi's statue and ordered Ercheng and Zhu Xi to be removed from the Temple of Literature, presumably you are angry and hateful, do you want to scold me?" ”

"I look forward to it!" Ding Shanqing responded fearlessly.

Wang Feng smiled: "Then let me ask you again, the people of the world hate me to the bone, do you want me to bear the infamy of the ages and nail me to the pillar of shame in history?" ”

"Huh?" Ding Shanqing realized that something was wrong, and his cloudy old eyes looked at Wang Feng suspiciously for a moment, as if he was guessing what Wang Feng was having, but Wang Feng smiled at Mimi, and his expression did not show any clues.

After a while, Ding Shanqing withdrew his gaze, but he found that the momentum of seeing death as if he was at home had inadvertently leaked a little, and immediately scolded cunningly, hurriedly straightened his back, and said with a cold face: "I want to wear it!" ”

"Oh~~" Wang Feng nodded and asked, "Dean Ding, your second and third wishes have not been fulfilled, don't you feel aggrieved to die like this?" ”

"What exactly do you want to say? Why not speak up? Ding Shanqing had a feeling that the second monk was confused, and said impatiently.

Wang Feng stretched out two fingers and said lightly: "I'll give you the chance to fulfill your second and third wishes, do you want to?" ”

Ding Shanqing suddenly found that he couldn't understand Wang Feng, and muttered in his heart for a while, before he didn't care: "What's the point of listening to it?" ”

Wang Feng also suddenly turned pale, and said: "Dean Ding, I want to ask you to preside over the revision of the "History of the Qing Dynasty", of course, if you have the energy, I will also fully support the revision of the 24th History, I will give tilt in archaeology and all related aspects, you can scold me in the "History of the Qing Dynasty", display what I did in detail, and let future generations know what I did, however, I make two requests, first, seek truth from facts, and second, do not be ashamed of His Holiness! ”

In his previous life, Professor Yi boasted about Haikou at the height of his fame, claiming that he wanted to reconstruct Chinese history, and unlike the previous imperial history, this was a completely new Chinese history that specifically reflected the working people, and Wang Feng knew that he was grandstanding when he heard it.

Because to tell the truth, working people are all small people from an individual point of view, what history can little people have? It's nothing more than trivialities, firewood, rice, oil, salt, and big farts, even if such a history is cultivated, no one will look at it.

In fact, history has never been inevitable, it is made up of accidental events superimposed, and it is not the general public who determines the direction of history, but all kinds of romantic figures, that is, the so-called emperors and generals, only their deeds are concerned by the world, so from the very beginning, Professor Yi did not grasp the key point, and if he really wants to build a unique history book, the prerequisite is not the subject of the record, but whether it is objective, that is, not to be blamed by His Holiness.

The Chinese have a tradition of denying His Holiness since ancient times, and it is conceivable that as Professor Yi is a literati, as long as he dares not to deny His Holiness, countless people will immediately jump out and accuse him, and he will lose all his fame and wealth in an instant.

So it is not difficult to understand that Professor Yi's bold talk of revising Chinese history has been hyped for a while, and it has disappeared, and he himself has lived in seclusion since then, gradually fading out of the public eye. (To be continued......)