A complete, successful, ambitious man pursues the highest in two ways.

The first is to pass on the jade seal of the country.

The second is to have shrines everywhere.

Jia Liu, the heirloom jade seal, really can't find it, and the high imitation version of the bolt pillar is seen through by Lao Yang at a glance, which is really a shame, and he is not even in the mood to engage in the ghost tricks ordered by the sky again, otherwise he will become a laughing stock in history if he doesn't get it right.

He still cherishes feathers.

Therefore, we can only focus on another supreme achievement of men - the shrine everywhere.

Lisheng Ancestral Hall, which is the belief of the Chinese, hence the name suggests, is to build an ancestral temple for the living, worship it day and night with incense, and pray for the person's good health and longevity.

Only those who have virtue and government in the people and those who have great hopes in the people can enjoy the special honor of the ancestral hall.

It is probably the existence second only to the saint in Chinese history.

Jia Liu also thought about being a saint, but his theoretical level was a bit poor, and he didn't come up with a book comparable to Confucianism and Yangming Xinxue.

This work, Fanwei and the bolt pillar are actually doing, but the results are obviously not very good, and it will definitely be strengthened later.

At present, it is still feasible to build a shrine, and it is also in line with the spirit of seeking truth from facts.

Thinking that the tablet with his name written on it was offered on the top of the main hall, and there was a portrait of him handsome and mighty on the tablet, Jia Liu's heart was called happy.

If nothing else, there will definitely be clay figures, bronze figures, and gold figures all over the country in the future.

Outside the ancestral hall is filled with flowers, colored flags are planted, banners are pulled up, and people who come will burn three pillars of incense.

On the first and fifteenth day of the new year, civil and military officials and gentry and ordinary people would go to his ancestral temple to worship, chant words to his portrait, bow and kowtow three times, and sincerely thank Lord Jia Jia for letting them live a happy life.

, the pleasure for a man is only a second or two.

The ancestral hall can make a man happy to death.

In addition to Jia Liu's ambition to usurp the throne of Aixin Jueluo and lead China to prosperity and strength, Jia Liu's ambition to live forever in the hearts of the people is a wish.

If all three are completed, even if he is only forty or fifty years old, he will take the initiative to abdicate to the crown prince, so as not to be confused when he is old and make a witch curse like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

As for why it is said that the people should be mobilized to set up an ancestral hall for Lord Jia Jia, instead of believing that the people have received the benefits of Lord Jia Jia, they will spontaneously take the initiative to set up an ancestral hall for Lord Jia Jia.

The reason is that Jia Liu believes that the voice of the people, that is, public opinion, also needs to be guided.

Without guidance, the people are like a plate of scattered sand, and it is difficult to form a momentum.

He did not think it was a shame to lead the people to sing praises for themselves.

In fact, what is the difference between doing good deeds and leaving no name, and not going back to your hometown for a walk when you are developed?

I am indeed doing good things for the people, and what I have paid is not energy and time, but tangible benefits.

Don't talk about it else, how much is the 3.2 million mu of flag fields in Guangyongping Mansion worth?

Even if it is five taels per acre, this is more than 15 million taels!

Real money, nothing at all.

If Jia Liu didn't divide it, but sold it cheaply to the hundreds of thousands of Han tenants in Yongping Mansion, how could he collect a few million taels.

But he chose not to want this huge amount of money, which was to distribute it for free.

Because what he wants is not only fame, but also the power of the people's spontaneous support.

This strength is iron, and this strength is steel.

Strangely, there was a song in Jia Liu's heart.

"Your Excellency is so clever!"

Deputy Director Ding also realized the huge power contained in the free distribution of Qitian, and how great the influence on the people of Zhili was, but he couldn't help but say: "In this way, adults can be nine thousand years old." ”

"If you want to do it, you can do it, what's the meaning of nine thousand years old?"

Jia Liu waved his hand and retracted his head into the car, continued to rest, just closed his eyes for a few breaths, and straightened up again: Niang Xipi, isn't the nine thousand years old Wei Zhongxian's eunuch!

When he thought that he actually thought of a piece with Wei Zhongxian and got a piece, his heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

I can't help but rethink this matter.

There is a little regret about the Lisheng Ancestral Hall, that is, it is a fly in the ointment, which makes people lower the grade.

Song Zhenzong's parallel goods lowered the grade of Mount Tai's Fengzen, and Wei Zhongxian's eunuch lowered the style of Lisheng Ancestral Hall.

Otherwise, it would be perfect.

But how can there be anything perfect in the world, can you do the same thing for the people as Wei Zhongxian?

The eyes of the masses are bright!

History will also give him a fair evaluation of the devil six!

Thinking like this, he was immediately relieved, and his mind was over and over again like Xiu, Yuanyuan, Chunhua, Qinglian, and Shun Guiren's body and expression, he hadn't tasted a girl for several months, and he regretted not bringing one out, even in the car if necessary, he could solve his personal needs.

Who is to blame?

can only blame himself for having to create an image of Qingtian, for fear of bringing women around him to affect his work, and in the end, he is not alone.

This is also the difficulty of being a member of the imperial court, and you must always pay attention to your image.

Tossing and turning finally fell asleep.

These days, he sleeps less than four hours a day.

Normally, he sleeps at least six hours a day.

When I opened my eyes again, I had already arrived at Yongping Mansion City.

"Your Excellency!"

The director of the governor's office of the fourth grade, together with the first to arrive from the third rank of Manchuria, the chief of the governor's guard from the fourth grade, Bao Zhu, and others were waiting at the city gate.

The entire Yongping Mansion City was controlled by Jia Liu's guards and the Guanmen Manchurian soldiers, and the guards of the four gates were all replaced, and the city can now be said to be like a great enemy.

"All the rebels have been arrested?"

Jia Liu got up lazily, shook his head and leaned out of the window, and took the relevant materials of the Yongping Mansion Anti-Qing Restoration Group that had been verified in advance from the bolt pillar.

After opening it casually and reading the first page, the cigarette that had been sticking to his mouth fell to the ground, and he was so angry that he raised his hand to bolt the post.

"The poem Bright Moonlight in Front of the Bed was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, how does it have anything to do with the anti-Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty? If you want to run a family, you can't refer to the deer as a horse, and you can get involved indiscriminately! When this matter spreads, it is not your Yang Zhi's face that is lost, but the face of me, the young master! ”

Jia Liu was really angry, he thought that the bolt pillar had found some ironclad evidence, but he didn't expect that Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts" was beaten into an anti-Qing poem, which was too rough.

"No, young master, this poem is Li Bai's true, but why doesn't the surnamed Jiang hang other people's poems in the study, and hang this poem?"

"Young master, are you thinking about it, Wangmingsi's hometown, is there any insinuation?"

Bolt Zhu didn't think there was a problem with his analysis, insisted on his opinion, and asked the young master to think again with his ass.

"This?"

Called the bolt pillar to remind him like this, Jia Liu's face suddenly became solemn, and a deputy clerk hung poems in his study that he was expected to think of his hometown, and he dared to say that there was no problem with this official's thoughts?

After a few breaths, his face pulled down, and he said in a cold voice: "Jiang Ashui is indeed suspected of insinuating the current dynasty, and he must do it again. But what does this person have to do with the anti-Qing and Restoration group you said? ”

Jia Liu is here for a big case, but not for a director of discipline from the eighth grade, if he does this, then he will have to do it.

(End of chapter)