The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1514 Poetry Review

Pearl River Street is the most prosperous street in the entire Pearl City. It borders the Pearl River to the north and the ocean to the east. It is the best tourist spot in the city.

From morning to night, this street is always busy and orderly.

But today, the appearance of thousands of soldiers disrupted the order of Zhujiang Street.

"Closed the streets!"

Following Fang Yun's order, thousands of soldiers ran forward and blocked the entire Pearl River Street.

"The Marquis of Zhujiang is here, all the shopkeepers are here to greet him!" Su Lun's tongue burst into thunder, causing the tiles on the nearby roof to rattle.

Not long after, the shopkeepers of each shop walked out in a panic, heading towards Fang Yun under the instructions of the soldiers.

There were rows of shop buildings on both sides of the road. Many businessmen and passers-by stood on both sides of the road, watching the scene curiously from behind the soldiers.

Fang Yun was riding a tall black horse. The horse's hair seemed to be oiled in the sun, shaking so hard that it hurt the eyes.

Fang Yun sat on the horse, looking at the thousands of shopkeepers or waiters in front of him, and said with spring thunder, "I am back!"

Many people were distraught.

"The people behind you know very well what kind of temper I, Zhang Longxiang, have. I have no time to investigate the past, and the future has not yet been determined. But as long as I, Zhang Longxiang, am here, I will be the biggest on this Pearl River Street! From today on From now on, the accounts of all shops on Zhujiang Street will be taken over by Pingjiang Army. After deducting the money necessary for operation, all income will be sent to Pingjiang Army in the name of donation!"

Fang Yun glanced at everyone present coldly, watching everyone's every move. Even if he couldn't hear what people in the distance were whispering, he could read lip language just by looking at their lip movements. .

"I know you guys can do all kinds of tricks, I don't care. Come on!"

Fang Yun gave the order and stretched out his hand to grab the back side. Two strong soldiers approached carrying a huge beheading knife and put the handle of the knife into Fang Yun's hand.

Fang Yun grabbed the decapitation knife and threw it at the ground in front of him. With a bang, the big knife penetrated a stone slab, penetrated deep into the soil below, and exposed the handle diagonally.

"Don't force me to pull out this knife!" Fang Yun finished speaking and looked down at everyone.

The shopkeepers and waiters present felt cold all over. They could not see any emotion in Zhang Longxiang's eyes. They seemed to be cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered and could die at any time.

Fang Yun said: "I remember that all the shopkeepers in Zhujiang Street formed a chamber of commerce. Then, as the boss, I summoned all the big shopkeepers to discuss the matter. You know very well what my father did back then. I don't mind doing it twice as much."

After Zhang Wankong took over as Marquis of Zhujiang, the first thing he did when he arrived at Zhujiang was to kill half of the big shopkeepers.

"I'll wait for you at Zhiwei Restaurant. Let's taste the fresh oysters from Zhucheng that we haven't eaten in a long time!" Fang Yun said as he dismounted and walked towards the most famous restaurant on Zhujiang Street.

People on the street looked at Zhiwei Building curiously, and then saw twelve old men entering one after another and not coming out for a long time.

Everyone kept waiting and found that no one came out for a long time, so they had to go home for lunch one after another.

It was not until the afternoon that Fang Yun walked out of Zhiwei Building, and at the same time ten old men came out to see him off.

That night, major events occurred in Zhucheng. The boss of Shande Food Company and the boss of Zhushui Pawnshop died of illness in Zhiwei Building. Their homes were ransacked and they were escorted to the magistrate's office by soldiers from the Pingjiang Army. They were charged with using slaves to bully their masters and conspiracy. Seize the owner's wealth.

Early the next morning, a branch of the Qishan Marquis clan spread the news on the forum, saying that the Marquis of Zhujiang was killing innocent people in Zhucheng. But then the Pingjiang Army Juren posted the evidence of the two big shopkeepers on the forum. Things calmed down quickly.

Fang Yun successfully took over all the shops, houses and properties in the name of Marquis Zhujiang.

As March approaches, the chill in Zhucheng has disappeared and it is getting warmer.

After handling the property of the Zhujiang Marquis Mansion, Fang Yun was free again. Su Lun was basically responsible for the military training plan of the Pingjiang Army. As for the official document room, he had already figured out everything. He just had to go there once in the morning, noon and evening to stamp the seal. Anyway, Even if people try their best, things will go wrong. Instead of wasting time playing into Lumen Hou's schemes, it would be better to use it in practice.

When the Qingming Festival comes, Zhucheng holds a grand Qingming Festival literary meeting as in previous years. The scholars in the city are secretly gearing up to show off their literary talents.

However, many young people do not know about Qingming, because the county examination for children will be held on March 15th, which is the starting point of their lives.

On the day of Qingming Festival, Fang Yun went to the official office and the Pingjiang Army barracks. When he returned, it was already three o'clock in the morning. He was sitting on the carriage thinking about what poems he would write for today's Qingming Festival.

As time goes by, Fang Yun feels that he is getting closer and closer to the Grand Bachelor. Recently, he has no intention of reciting poems and writing lyrics. He is ready to just deal with a random song and put more thought into promoting to the Grand Bachelor.

Once you become a Grand Scholar, you will be the real high-level power of the human race. After being promoted to a Grand Scholar, all aspects of your strength will be qualitatively improved.

Someone once said that a great scholar is the pinnacle of human power. Starting from a great scholar is already considered the path to becoming a saint.

Fang Yun was just thinking when he suddenly received a letter from Wei Changxian.

"May I ask Mr. Zhang, have you prepared the poems for today's Qingming Festival?"

Fang Yun snorted coldly and sent a letter to reply: "What does this prince's writing of poems at the cultural conference have to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with the general. It's just that in order to prevent the military morale from being shaken, this year's Qingming Festival will be different. The Marshal's Office has ordered that all Qingming Festival poems and essays must be submitted to the Marshal's Office for review in advance. If there are words in the poems that shake the military's morale, then It is forbidden to participate in the cultural conference! The marshal values ​​you very much, so I will contact you first."

"You are really bold! Do you want to force the scholars of Zhucheng to look down on you?"

"Your Excellency, you are too kind. I have no choice but to do this. Please understand."

Fang Yun saw Wei Changxian's disgusting smile between the lines.

"What if I don't give you the poem?"

"Then you can't participate in today's Qingming Literary Meeting, so please think twice, my Lord."

"Bullshit! A bunch of scumbags, not only can't write good poems, but also like to hinder others from writing poems!" Fang Yun simply stopped contacting Wei Changxian after delivering the letter.

The sun was setting, and Fang Yun took a carriage to the Zhucheng Mansion Academy of Literature. Before he reached the entrance of the Academy, he was stopped by soldiers as soon as he entered the Academy.

The voice of the soldier sounded outside the door: "The Marshal's Mansion has ordered that Zhujiang Marquis Zhang Longxiang is not allowed to participate in the Qingming Literary Meeting! We are also following orders, and I hope that my Lord will be magnanimous and forgive us."

"Please forgive me, my Lord!" Several soldiers pleaded together.

"Lumenhou, you bastard! Get out of here! I won't bother with you! Turn the carriage around, I want to go out of the city to relax!" Fang Yun cursed in the tone of Zhang Longxiang.

"Master, south or north? There are too many people in the north city..." the driver asked.

"Well, families go out on Qingming Festival, don't go to the north city, go to the south city." Fang Yun said.

Not long after, the carriage stopped under the wall of the south city. Fang Yun climbed up to the top of the city wall and looked around. The sky and the earth were clear and boundless, and he was in a good mood.

But after looking for a while, Fang Yun's mood became heavy, and he slowly picked up his pen and ground ink.

The Qingming Literary Meeting without Fang Yun was held as usual.

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