Chapter 59: A Good Freshman Trash Can [First Update]
Hearing this, the Sang people present who could understand Chinese immediately translated for the other Sang people, and they all nodded their heads, indicating that Cao Shuqing was right.
Fang Zhengze was frantically reciting Amitabha, if he didn't know anything about that history, forget it, but he remembered that history, and grew up listening to that history! And one finger Zen is never nonsense, every word he says is well documented, compared to this full mouth I heard, I have a teacher's thing, definitely more credible.
"Amitabha, bear with me, I want to see how much dirty water she still has to splash!" Fang Zheng muttered frantically, but his lips kept trembling.
The three international students were angry, but they kept trying to suppress and restrain themselves.
But I couldn't speak anymore......
In the crowd, there were also Chinese people, and when they heard this kind of remarks, they all glared at Cao Shuqing one by one, and some people secretly took out their mobile phones and recorded all this.
Cao Shuqing continued: "I heard that the king of Sang asked a diplomat of your country how many people died, and how many people really died as much as 300,000?
The diplomat of your country replied hesitantly, if not 300,000, but 30,000.
You see, he himself is not sure how many people have died, and he still goes to people to ask for guilt, isn't this sick?
Why did they dare not straighten their waists and answer affirmatively that it was 300,000?
Because you're not rigorous, the numbers are missing. You don't have a detailed list of data, you don't say who died back then, who has a name and a surname.
If you don't have a name, a surname, and an ID number, your 300,000 figure is just a fabricated historical novel.
In history, what Bai Qipit killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers or something, it is an approximate number, not a specific number. In Huaxia, three and nine are both a large number and an approximate number, so I have doubts about the 300,000 until there is no exact count of who died.
Even the whole world is skeptical.
Over the years, some scholars have counted the names one by one, and the results show that there are only a few thousand people.
So, if this can be done, why doesn't Huaxia do it? Because it's not rigorous, or it's running away from something.
Lying about this kind of thing is a very irresponsible act, very dirty, very dirty. ”
The three international students clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.
Fang Zheng also began to look for bricks everywhere, and roared angrily in his heart: "I began to hate this city, there is not a single brick!" The most are straws and tissues? This is forcing me to beat the girl to death with these things! ”
Cao Shuqing continued: "It's as if after the founding of the People's Republic of China, historians made up a history of 5,000 years.
Five thousand years? Do you have 5,000 years? Just open your mouth and come!
You don't have that much history, not even three thousand years.
It can be seen from this incident that your scholars are very unscrupulous.
This will understand why you have the ability to correspond to the ID number one by one to determine the information of the deceased but do not do it.
So I think it's useless that no matter how much you advertise how many people were killed in the Yingtiancheng Massacre in China, you don't have historical data to back it up.
Therefore, without the support of historical data, it is just folklore and cannot be taken seriously. ”
"Papapa......" Some Sang people began to applaud, but most remained silent.
Especially the Chinese people in the crowd, almost all of them frowned, looking unhappy.
But this sparse applause made Cao Shuqing feel a great sense of satisfaction, she became more and more excited, and said directly: "The Ying Tiancheng Massacre exists, but there are not as many as 300,000, maybe only 100,000 people died, maybe only 30,000, 20,000, or only 3,000 people, or even less...... We don't know the exact number.
So when you see what is being advertised everywhere about the Celestial City massacre, you should calm down, don't believe it, but learn to think.
Think about the truth and falsehood in it, remove the false and keep the true.
You can disagree, and I can also point out a way to verify it.
It is said that there are still 61 people who survived the Yingtiancheng massacre, and I remember that those people were named Qian Yuzhu, Song Han, Li Cunyi, or something.
You can go to them and ask them to write down the names and ID numbers of the 300,000 people who died. That proves that what you say is true, and if you can't write it, it's false!
It's a pity that there aren't even many people with names and surnames in your Yingtiancheng Massacre Memorial Hall.
You guys have time to see for yourselves, it's just a bunch of numbers, no concrete information at all, so, it's all fake! ”
The more Cao Shuqing spoke, the more crazy and excited she became, and finally she raised her head high and said in a posture of a superior teaching a subordinate: "
Actually, if you have that leisure, it is better to sit quietly and reflect on how the war came about, instead of hating forever.
Learn to think and be an independent thinker, not a puppet. ”
Listening to Cao Shuqing's arguments, the three international students, as well as the Chinese people present, stamped their feet angrily, but they were powerless to refute. Because they really don't know the specific data and information, all they know is numbers and hearsay.
They don't believe Cao Shuqing because Cao Shuqing is also hearsay, but as Chinese people, they know the importance of rigor in the face of such an important and serious matter, and they can't talk nonsense! Not even hearsay!
But they're really angry!
Just when they have nowhere to vent their anger......
"Amitabha is a Buddha! The poor monk has something to say! ”
At this moment, Fang Zheng couldn't help it completely, especially when he heard the three words Li Cunyi, Fang Zheng was completely blown up! At that moment, his eyes widened, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
He remembered, he remembered!
One finger of the Zen master is called - Li Cunyi!
Without hesitation, he pushed with both hands and separated the crowd.
Founder stepped into the inner circle in one step!
The international students turned their heads sharply and saw a white-clothed monk, dressed in white, very white, with very handsome facial features, but his expression was extremely hideous, his eyes were red, and tears flowed wildly!
Seeing this expression, a mad monk walked towards his wife, and Naoto Matsushita immediately stepped forward and angrily rebuked in broken Chinese: "Stop! ”
Then he saw the monk grab an all-metal trash can on the side, the trash can that the two of them had to carry hard, and the monk pulled it over and dragged it to the ground, making a metal grinding sound!
The monk still stood up in front of him with one hand, gritting his teeth and chanting: "Ah! Full! Declivity! Buddha! Donor, are you sure you want to block the poor monks? ”
Cao Shuqing was so frightened that she was about to hide behind Naoto Matsushita, but sadly found that Naoto Matsushita hid faster than her, and took a step back and stood aside.