Chapter 121 Host! The system knows it’s wrong!
Zhang Dayi is well-educated and can quote allusions at will.
He was speaking specifically to the youngest son of the Xie family. The words and phrases he used were extremely simple, and every sentence was clear and genuine, not difficult to understand at all.
It was quiet at night, and even if he didn't speak loudly, people around him could still hear his story.
Except for the officials who were convicted, most of the exiled people were illiterate ordinary people. They had never even heard of the legendary myths and stories that Zhang Dayi talked about.
Before being exiled, everyone had listened to some storytellers' stories, but those stories from the common people were mostly about trivial matters such as love affairs between men and women and the ins and outs of family life. If they were lucky, they could listen to stories about heroes and heroes in the palace. Who had ever seriously listened to the stories in the classics told by the high and mighty Hanlin scholars?
At first, everyone was lying down and looking up at the night sky numbly. From time to time, they could hear the beginning and end of the story... Slowly, as they listened, many prisoners around them quietly turned over, and some even stood up and moved towards the Xie family, wanting to get closer and hear more clearly.
Zhang Dayi was a serious scholar who firmly believed that there should be no discrimination in education. He did not hide anything from people who wanted to attend the class.
Xie Jiarui's little face was a little red from the cold at night. Xie Wuying hugged him, protecting his cheeks with his arms, and his big body covering his small body. The uncle and nephew were listening to the story attentively.
Since ancient times, the Chinese have had the tradition of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth and worshipping gods. Over the long years, countless legends have been passed down orally, becoming the blood and bones in the hearts of future generations and the powerful words in books.
Scholars, passing down the tradition from generation to generation, awaken the text from its slumber. On this cold night, through Zhang Dayi's narration, the text is vividly and vividly reproduced in everyone's mind.
From the beginning of time, when heaven and earth were split into two, this vast land gave birth to life.
Once upon a time, gods also walked among the human world...
In the distance, the Chai family resting place.
Chai Jin squatted on a small mound, adding firewood to the fire from time to time. He saw that more and more people from the Xie family were gathering around, and they seemed to be trying to surround Zhang Dayi.
The guard squatting nearby, baking pancakes for the Chai family father and son, raised his head and said, "Master Zhang is telling stories to the Xie family's child. He tells them well and many people are listening."
After baking the pancakes, he cooked vegetable porridge in a small pot. The pot was bubbling from the heat, and the aroma wafted in the air, making Chai Jin swallow his saliva.
"I don't know what Zhang Hanlin is talking about, but so many people are paying so much attention."
Chai Ji glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Why, do you want to go over and listen?"
Chai Jin laughed and said, "Why would I listen to something you tell a child?"
Chai Ji was peeling peanuts and tossing them into the fire. He turned and looked in the direction of the Xie family. After a long glance, he withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Zhang Dayi is an extraordinary person."
Chai Jin looked up unexpectedly and looked at his father Chai Ji opposite him.
"Why did Father say that?"
Chai Ji peeled some peanuts and gathered a handful. He called the maidservant beside his wife and said, "Send them to the lady."
"Yes, sir." The lady returned to the carriage with the peanuts in her hand.
Chai Ji then patted the foam from his hands and said, "Things about gods have always been the wish of our ancestors to respect heaven and follow their ancestors, and to pray for heaven's protection. But how many people in the world have ever seen them? The Xie family has always been rumored to have gods, but they were convicted and exiled because of this matter. If this matter gets spread around, it will sooner or later lead to disaster. Look at Zhang Dayi, he even brings up ancient events when telling a story to a child. Is he telling this just for the Xie family's children? In my opinion, his intentions are more than that."
Chai Ji didn't think that talking about myths and legends on the road to exile was just to amuse the children.
Chai Jin was probably hungry, and his brain wasn't working well enough. He turned around several times before he realized what his father, Duke Dongbo, had said to him.
Chai Jin was surprised and asked, "Is Master Zhang paving the way for the matter of the Xie family's gods?"
Chai Ji squinted his eyes and glanced over there, then pondered for a moment before saying, "Remember, people are very complex. Sometimes, believing or not believing is just a matter of a thought. Sometimes, to defend their beliefs, people don't have the judgment to carefully analyze each action, and over time, it becomes a habit. But for others, if they can exploit your habit just once in ten times to achieve their goals, all the effort will be worth it."
After Chai Ji finished speaking, he saw his son Chai Jin's confused face and sighed in his heart.
"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. I think Zhang Dayi has become a guest of honor in the Xie family. He is even willing to help the Xie family do things like winning people's hearts."
Chai Jin really didn't understand what his father meant, but thinking about his own family's affairs, "The Xie family also helped my mother."
When Chai Ji mentioned his wife's illness, his mind suddenly jumped out of those twists and turns. Looking at the Xie family, he couldn't help but sigh. He always felt that one day in the future, he would be like Zhang Dayi and say a few good words for the Xie family, or even...
Chai Ji has a headache.
Unlike Chai Ji's worries, Pang Jiming, who was completely disappointed with the court, felt that Zhang Dayi's move was truly respectable.
The Pang family's two children were also attracted by Zhang Dayi's story and asked Pang Jiming cautiously: "Father, can my brother and I go over and listen to the teacher's story?"
Pang Jiming nodded and didn't stop him. "Be careful."
After making a serious promise, the two children also went to the Xie family. Gradually, more and more children gathered around Zhang Dayi. Perhaps the road of exile was really too difficult.
People flock to anything that can relax them.
Pang Jiming was worried that something might happen to his two children, so he moved forward with his wife, not too far or too close, just enough for him to hear what Zhang Dayi said.
After being in official circles for a long time, even if one does not want to think too much, the set of rules will make a pure person learn the ability to observe details in a very short period of time.
Zhang Dayi was really good at speaking. Pang Jiming had also learned those allusions when he was in school, but for some reason, when they came out of Master Zhang's mouth, it was as if he had seen them with his own eyes and they were real things.
It seems that the coexistence of humans and gods is not necessarily nonsense even today.
The more Pang Jiming listened, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but look up at Zhang Dayi.
He had never seen a god walk the earth, so how could he tell such myths and legends so vividly? He even used the wind, rain, mountains, rivers and other things that people encountered in their daily lives to explain them. Even as he listened, he felt that there was a soul that could distinguish right from wrong in the towering tree behind him, and a beautiful figure lingered above the bright moon...
Pang Jiming felt that Zhang Hanlin was poisonous.
Tu Huan felt the same way. After she sorted out all the points, energy and other data collected in the system, she also felt that the system was toxic.
The system tightly grasped the points she had accumulated: [Host, we're still two hundred points short. Why not take Xie Yuchuan back to the secret passage again? This time, we're at level 2, so we're at the right level. We'll definitely have no problem getting the full points! Five million! Five million! Are you willing to part with it?]
Tu Huan said calmly, "I'm willing to give it up."
System: [Spending points to treat someone other than the guardian will result in double deduction in Xishan.]
Tu Huan: "I'd love to."
System: [Treatment of Sophora japonica's strange eyes is very complicated.]
Tu Huan: "Stop talking nonsense. I have the final say over my points. If you don't make me happy, you won't be happy either."
System: [……………The system truly knows it was wrong.]
"It's too late."
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