"Brother Cui, will we offend the Holy One by doing this?" said a middle-aged Confucian scholar to the old man with a sad face.

"There will be offenses, but we haven't done anything to the end, and if we told those masters to leave on the day of the start of the class, we really wouldn't have given the Holy Son. The old man said with a whisker.

"But looking at the saint's behavior towards Zhang Xiang, the saint is strong by nature, I'm afraid that we will be clumsy when we do this, and it will be difficult to clean up Long Yan's anger at that time. The middle-aged Confucian was still worried.

"Otherwise, what are you going to do? The saint wants to open up the wisdom of the people, and the sages have said: The people can make it happen, but they can't make it known, and the saint is doing this to destroy this country." The Holy One is unwilling to listen to our advice because he has been deceived by traitors, but we can't watch the Holy One go wrong. The old man said it magnificently, and if the middle-aged Confucian did not know what he was like, he would definitely be moved to tears.

"Besides, do you think we can retreat? The Holy One is digging up the foundation of our family, and once it is done, the high status of the family will be gone forever. This is a matter of life and death for us, and once we retreat, we will never recover. The old man continued

The middle-aged Confucian naturally knew that what the old man said was reasonable, but he was still a little worried, and he was very impressed by the saint's use of Zhang Xiang to kill chickens and monkeys.

"Don't be so indecisive, take out the decision you warned Jia Yu last time. But seriously, even I didn't expect you to really dare to make a move, didn't you say that it was up to Zhang Xiang not to touch him? You must know that Jia Hu is Zhang Xiang's maternal great-grandson, so if you do this, you are not afraid that the Zhang family will turn against you?" The old man looked at the middle-aged Confucian with a look of hatred.

"What are you talking about? If I say you, even if Zhang Xiang has already withdrawn from the capital, but Zhang Xiang has a lot of protégés, aren't you afraid that they will stumble on you?" The middle-aged Confucian was surprised by this, and the old man looked at him seriously to confirm whether he was hiding it, but the middle-aged Confucian had a frank look in his eyes.

"Will I deny it if I make a move?" the old man retracted his eyes and replied, the middle-aged Confucian also knew that the old man dared to admit it.

"Isn't it really what you did?" Seeing that the old man shook his head, the middle-aged Confucian scholar always believed it: "Apart from you and me, who else will deal with Jia Yu?"

"Jia Yu has offended too many people, and we don't need someone to deal with him. "Jia pardoned a farm and offended the landlords of the whole world, and the old man was telling the truth.

"Jia Yu is also a talent, but unfortunately he is not from the family, and he is still against our family everywhere. For Jia Yu, the middle-aged Confucian could only shake his head and regret.

"But no, a Huangzhuang has cost us nearly half of our income, and now we have to help Shengshang run a township school, he is going to cut off the roots of the family. The old man said with gritted teeth, although the Holy Lord of the Huangzhuang did not give the credit to Jia Yu, but the people in the upper echelons knew that Jia Yu was plotting for the Holy Lord behind his back.

Huangzhuang only collects 30% of the rent plus taxes, and the families can only fix the rent at about 20% or 20% in order to avoid the loss of farmers. Gone are the days when the rent of five or sixty percent was rented. Although the income of the farm is only a drop in the bucket of their income, it is not possible to have half of it for no reason, and it is impossible not to hold a grudge in their hearts.

"But this time he should also turn over a big fight, I don't think the saint will reuse him in the future, obviously he is from a noble background but he wants to learn to be a scribe, I have to let the saint know that it still depends on our family to do things." The old man gloated in a blink of an eye, he made a great effort in this matter, and the relationships in the yamen were all opened with his connections.

In fact, he and Jia Yu didn't encounter any friction, but the family looked down on Xungui, and Jia Yu had conspired to weaken the strength of the family many times, so he was dissatisfied with Jia Yu. While preventing the township school, let Jia Yu smash this matter and make him lose his sacred heart.

"Jia Yu shouldn't have a way to get through this crisis, right?"

"Do you think that Jia Yu is really so powerful, he can find dozens of masters in three days. Besides, if he can find one, we will dig one, and there are still many vacancies in the yamen. "The old man is still very confident, there will always be vacancies in the yamen, what kind of master and pen, but you really have to find the right way.

"You're wrong, Jia Yu really has a way to find all the masters before the start of the township school. The old man and the middle-aged Confucian priest were stunned, this was not what they said, and turned their heads, and a Taoist priest sat behind them with his thighs crossed.

"Why are you here?" The old man was not very surprised by the appearance of the Taoist priest, and seemed to be accustomed to the appearance of the Taoist priest like this, but he was a little dissatisfied in his tone, and secretly scolded the Taoist priest in his heart that the people in the mountains and fields just don't understand etiquette.

"I've got news for you. The Taoist priest replied indifferently about the old man's attitude

"You just said that Jia Yu solved the master's matter?" The old man thought of what the Taoist priest said at the beginning just now, and shouted in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

Jia Yu seemed to have expected that something would happen, and he had made an agreement with some of the poor scholars of the Guozijian early in the morning, and in the future, these poor scholars would take turns to sit in the township school and earn silk. The Taoist priest told him everything he knew.

"The erection is hateful!" The old man didn't expect that he had been planning for so long and how many connections he had used, and as the top person in the family, he couldn't help Jia Yu, a kid from a noble background, and he couldn't say anything about it at all, so angry that he slammed the table.

"Jia Yu is far more shrewd than we imagined, and your tricks can't shake him at all. The Taoist priest ignored the old man's reaction and continued.

"Why, tell me what to do?" the old man asked with a blushing face.

"That's not something I should think about, I said before that I'm responsible for giving you information, and what you do has nothing to do with me. The Taoist priest said simply, as if he didn't want to get involved at all.

The old man looked at the Taoist priest with contempt, he really did a bitch and wanted to set up a memorial arch, obviously he came to the door to cooperate, at that time he was being carried out by a series of actions on the saint, the Taoist priest came to the door and said that he would give him Jia Amnesty without asking for anything in return, Jia Yu is the vanguard of the saint, if Jia Yu trips up, maybe he can slow down the saint, and the two hit it off.

"Okay, I've brought the news, let's go first. After speaking, the Taoist priest stood up and limped away.

The middle-aged Confucian priest did not speak since the Taoist priest appeared, but he was very curious about the identity of the Taoist priest, and when he saw the Taoist priest leaving, a spiritual light flashed through his mind.

"Brother Cui, is he?" the middle-aged Confucian asked.

"That's right, he's the one you think you are, and he calls himself a real person. “