"If the lower officials lobby other schools of Confucianism, there will be 10,000 people coming to Xianyang!" Chun Yuyue is also ready to go out and fight to the death for Confucianism.

Jiang Fu and Tang You also stared at Yingcheng nervously, afraid that Yingcheng would come with a word.

That was a subversive disaster for the entire Great Qin Dynasty.

But Yingcheng still shook his head: "It's not enough, it's still not enough, think about it again, do your best, how many Confucians can you get, no matter which school it is, whether it's pseudo-Confucianism, you want to do everything you can to get as many Confucians as you can come to Xianyang." ”

"Gollum!" Jiang Fu and Tang You couldn't help but swallow a breath of cool air, and now they couldn't wait to report this matter to their prime minister immediately.

There is a feeling that this person is about to poke the sky again.

"This, the lower officials dare not guarantee how many, but at least more than 10,000 Confucian students can come, and at the same time, they must be allowed by the counties." Chun Yuyue has changed from excitement to embarrassment, and it is extremely difficult to think.

Yingcheng still shook his head and muttered: "There are only more than 10,000 people, more than a dozen people in a county, too few!" ”

Immediately, he also raised his hand and asked Guo Huaiyi to put a thick stack of papers and tubes on the table.

Then a stack was given to each of the three of them.

"How many more people can you get with these two things?" Yingcheng asked again.

"What is this?"

Chun Yuyue, Jiang Fu, and Tang You looked at the paper and small tube in their hands strangely.

Yingcheng didn't have so much time, so he directly picked up the pen and wrote on the paper, and said while writing: "Paper and small tube brushes, things to write!" ”

The three people, who were still beating in the minds of many people, were shocked when they saw Yingcheng's easy writing, and hurriedly operated like cats and tigers.

"Gollum!"

Whether it was Chun Yuyue or Tian Fu Tangyou, they all stared at the paper and small tube in their hands in extreme horror.

"The Great Order, what is this?"

The three people who couldn't sit still stood up and asked excitedly.

Yingcheng raised his hand, suppressed the shock of the three of them, and said to Chun Yuyue very seriously: "That's right, from now on, paper will replace bamboo slips and silk books and become things to write." ”

"So, with this thing, how many Confucian students can you get?"

"This!" The shock in Chun Yuyue's heart couldn't be dispersed for a long time, and he couldn't help but try to write on the paper again.

And Jiang Fu and Tang You didn't seem to have an opinion, and couldn't help but continue to write on the paper.

He kept muttering things like 'rare treasures' and 'magic from the sky'.

"Give me a word!" Yingcheng asked again impatiently.

"Back to the Great Law Order, at least 30,000 Confucian students!" Chun Yuyue's mind was difficult to calm down for a long time, and he was very sure of his return.

No matter how shocked these people were, Yingcheng nodded, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, 30,000 Confucian students, it's okay!" ”

"Give you a month to run and contact, and you can even use the power of the local county government to give me an exact number after a month."

"Three months later, 30,000 Confucian students will gather in the east of Xianyang City, and I will order someone to build a propaganda compound for these people to temporarily settle down."

"And the two of you, go back and tell your own prime minister that you are also preparing 30,000 people."

"This is a spark, the day when it spreads all over the world, it is the time when my Great Qin is in a panic!"

Suddenly.

Chun Yuyue, Jiang Fu, and Tang You put down the pen and paper in their hands, and arched their hands: "The lower officials obey the order!" ”

"Well, that's it for now, you guys start to prepare!" Yingcheng nodded, got up and walked in front of Chun Yuyue.

Chun Yuyue also looked back at Yingcheng with all kinds of complicated feelings.

Confucianism is going to flourish, but he doesn't know how Confucianism is going to flourish.

The world's learning is going to flourish, but he doesn't know how to flourish.

For Confucianism, it is up to him to make a decision.

But it was Yingcheng, shook his head, and said with a smile in the clouds: "Now you are under Jiuqing, and you are a veritable important minister of the imperial court." ”

"Chun Yu is also a famous nobleman, a person who has attained the Tao chicken dog ascends to heaven, don't just think about your own happiness, but also share this honor with Chun Yu's family."

Hearing this, Chun Yuyue was shocked in his heart, and a look of horror came to his heart, and he hurriedly replied: "Xia Guan understands!" ”

Don't just understand!

This person almost told him plainly that he had moved his Chunyu clan to Xianyang.

Before, I was alone, and I had nothing to worry about.

But if they move here, this Xianyang City will be the root of their Chunyu clan.

It's just that...... Chun Yuyue's heart was slightly cold, and Yingcheng took the initiative to mention it, which was not a warning.

Wait and see with the wind and run against the wind!

Now in Jiuqing, there are some things that still have to be decided.

Yingcheng didn't care what Chun Yuyue thought and left the Propaganda Division.

That's what he came for, and that's what he set up the Propaganda Department for.

He needs to change the misunderstanding of the people of the world about Daqin.

Looking through all the rebellions in ancient and modern times, the only people who really have the ability to rebel are the ordinary people who live at the bottom and have the largest base.

Beyond that, no one can overthrow a military-political collective.

However.

He didn't have time to cultivate for ten years and change the people's perception of Daqin in a way that benefited the people.

And there is a more violent means of this.

Call it a 'spark'!

As the saying goes, the first strike is the strongest, and the second strike suffers, huh...... He is ready to be black first,

Unconsciously.

Yingcheng came to the Great Luck Division.

Listening to music in this day and age is an extremely luxurious thing.

It takes many, many musicians to complete a complete piece of music.

But it has to be said that music knows no era.

Each era has its own unique rhythm.

Qin has a happy house!

It is under the unified management of Fengchang, including the Music Education Department of Zhangtai Street, which is under the name of Fengchang and is a directly operated unit of Fengchang.

The music of Yuefu is made of Qin Yuefu bells, and there are many, many chimes of different sizes and styles, which form a pleasant sound when they are ringing.

I don't know the meaning of the song when I hear it at first, but I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again.

It seems that with the sound of chimes and pianos, Yingcheng returns to an ancient rhythm full of history.

If Daqin really has anything to appreciate, the chimes occupy a place.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, you are in the same robe with your son, Wang Yuxing is a teacher, you cultivate my spear, and you have the same hatred as your son......"

In the distance, Yingcheng heard bursts of rhythmic singing from the big music division, which was pleasant and beautiful with the ticking of the chimes.

If you can't hear it, it can only be a pity.

Yingcheng doesn't understand either!

In short, it is the rhythm of the palace merchant horn emblem feather.

He didn't come to listen to music, especially this kind of court music.

Hundreds of people participated.

How could ordinary people enjoy it!

"The Great Law has arrived!"

With the sound of singing, the music in the big music division came to an abrupt end.

One musician after another hurriedly got up and knelt down in place.

The status of these musicians is not high!

"Meet Makoto!"

"Get up!" Yingcheng raised his hand lightly.

He knew this Yan Tao, who was proficient in all kinds of musical instrument tunes, and was a court musician with an official position called 'Da Lebo', who was responsible for court performances.