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Looking at the scholar in front of him, Yi Tianxing suddenly thought of the officials and censors of the Ming Dynasty.
All of them desperately went against the Emperor, and any small matter could be persuaded with death. When they were being flogged, not only were they not afraid, they even wanted to be beaten to death. As long as they were beaten to death, their names would be recorded in history. This kind of thing had become a trend in the Ming Dynasty. Who knew how many ministers had come one after another, desperately seeking death on the road.
Moreover, Happy was courting death.
Yi Tianxing felt that it was strange just thinking about it. It was a group of strange emperors and strange officials.
Until now, how many people could remember who was beaten to death in the Ming Dynasty?
However, it was different now. They were guarding Jixia Academy. This was a holy land in the hearts of all scholars and even the common people. If they died to protect this holy land, even if they died, their names would still be remembered for generations to come.
Yi Tianxing could understand this very well.
"Brother, how many people are there in the academy now?"
Yi Tianxing asked.
"There are about twenty to thirty thousand people. They are the common people who descended nearby when the worlds fused. They gathered in the academy and borrowed the power of the academy to protect their lives."
The scholar said slowly, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
"There are actually so many." Yi Tianxing's heart sank when he heard this. "Now that Jixia Academy is surrounded, it is extremely difficult for tens of thousands of people to just eat. All kinds of resources must be extremely scarce. Everyone's life here is probably very difficult. "
A person's life consisted of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.
The world was big, but food was the most important. No one could live comfortably with an empty stomach.
"Although it is difficult, there are experts from the School of Agriculture who are proficient in the School of Agriculture's secret techniques and try their best to grow as much food as possible. In terms of food, it can be considered barely enough. However, in the area where the academy is located, there are not many places for planting. Most of the time, food needs to be supplied in limited quantities. It is said that the School of Agriculture has a powerful and unique mystique called — pulling seedlings to help them grow! It can quickly mature food in a short period of time. It's just that it's really difficult to successfully cultivate it. "
The scholar sighed emotionally. There was even a hint of yearning in his expression.
In the past, he was also a scholar from the outside world. He came from a different dynasty and was a scholar from the Song Dynasty. He had an instinctive admiration and fanaticism for Jixia Academy. After entering Jixia Academy, even if the academy didn't have any original scholars or teachers, just from the various manuals they left behind, one could understand the brilliance of Jixia Academy's most flourishing period when hundreds of schools of thought gathered, and all kinds of thoughts and theories collided.
Every sect had its own unique ability.
The Nong Clan's talent in growing crops, spirit plants, and spirit herbs, as well as all kinds of unique abilities, were incredible.
"Look, this is the fertile land cultivated by the farmers. It's only ten mu of land, but it's already the largest area that can be cultivated. Other areas weren't suitable for farming, so they couldn't continue to expand. Ten mu of fertile land, under the farming family's efforts, could be harvested once a month, but the amount of food they could obtain was barely enough. There's also a portion that needs to be planted with vegetables and fruits. "
The scholar brought Yi Tianxing into the academy. What came into view was a golden paddy field. In this paddy field, one could see a large number of farmers dressed like farmers weeding the paddy field. As they waved their hands, a cloud of rain condensed above their heads, and drops of spirit rain fell. Under the nourishment of the spirit rain, the rice in the paddy field became even more vibrant, as if it had suddenly become more mature. It was golden and very tempting.
The Nong Clan's magical ability — Little Cloud Rain Technique!
In fact, the true Nong Clan's magical ability — Spring Breeze Rain!
However, the Spring Breeze Rain Technique required the opening of a Life Orifice. Before that, one could only condense talismans and use them to cast magical abilities. Although the effects couldn't compare to the true Life Orifice magical ability, it still had a strong nourishing power. It could make all things grow.
"It's indeed unique. This Little Cloud Rain Technique can directly use one's Quintessential Essence to condense the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and turn it into spirit rain. Although it doesn't last long and doesn't cover a large area, it's one of the best methods to promote plant growth. "
When Yi Tianxing saw this, he nodded in his heart.
Even the way they hoed the field was not simple.
When the hoe went down, it wasn't as simple as just going down. Instead, it contained a special energy that allowed the hoe to contain energy and shatter the soil beneath it, allowing the fertility of the soil to be evenly distributed to every inch of the soil. It wasn't like there was more soil in one place and less soil in another. It could also kill the snakes, rats, insects, and ants hidden in the soil. Burying their corpses under the soil, turning them into nutrients and becoming the fertility of the soil.
This kind of method was silent and undetectable. From the outside, if one didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to see any clues. It could be seen that the methods of the Nong Clan were not ordinary.
"Little Lin, why are you here? Who is this? Why haven't I seen him before? Is he new? "
An old farmer who was farming in the paddy raised his head and looked over. When he saw the scholar and Yi Tianxing, he revealed a kind smile and said with a hint of curiosity.
"Elder Mu, this is someone who just came to our academy from outside. He's one of us, not a foreigner. He just came in, so I brought him to Mister Cai." This scholar didn't discriminate against the farmers, but showed a respectful expression.
The Nong Clan was also one of the hundred schools of thought. Without the Nong Clan, all of them would starve to death, and no one would be able to survive. The Nong Clan was the source of food and clothing, and their status in the academy wasn't low. No one would be disrespectful to them.
"Elder, my surname is Yi, Yi Tianxing. Greetings, Elder Mu. "
Yi Tianxing smiled faintly and nodded at the old man in front of him.
"Okay, my name is Mu Sen. Everyone calls me Old Man Mu. This old bag of bones can't go to the battlefield, and can't fight, so I can only dig some food for everyone in the field. I can only contribute a little bit of my strength. "
This Elder Mu was also very friendly.
There didn't seem to be any fights in the academy.
Everyone came from all over the world, and some even came from different worlds. Their ultimate goal was to survive. For survival, everything else could be put aside. No one was willing to point their blades at their own people.
"By the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My surname is Lin, Lin Hai. In the academy, I'm just a junior. Since Brother Yi is here this time, we'll be good friends in the academy in the future. We'll be comrades who fight side by side, "Lin Hai said with a smile.
"Brother Lin, according to Brother Lin, the original students and teachers of the academy are all gone. The one in charge of the academy here is a great Confucian surnamed Cai. May I ask which great Confucian he is?"
Yi Tianxing was a little curious and asked.
A great Confucian could not be casually said. It was not a self-proclaimed great Confucian, but one had to be recognized by the common people, scholars, and thousands of scholars in order to be called a great Confucian. To be addressed as the Great Confucian Scholar in the academy, it was easy to imagine that the other party was definitely someone who possessed true talent. On top of that, he must have been a highly respected and respected individual.
That was the only way he could have everyone in the academy respectfully address him as the Great Confucian Scholar.
In history, there were not many great Confucians with the surname Cai, but under the situation of the fusion of the Myriad Worlds, no one could be completely sure who it was.
"It's Cai Yong, Great Confucian Cai."
Lin Hai said with a look of admiration.
"Cai Yong?"
When Yi Tianxing heard this, the shock in his heart swept like a tide.
'Cai Yong?' 'Father-in-law?'
Even thinking about it made him feel a wave of disbelief.
'Cai Yong, courtesy name Boqiu. Boqiu from Chenliu County. He was a famous writer and calligrapher in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the father of Cai Wenji. Because he was the Left Lieutenant General, the later generations called him 'Cai Zhonglang'.
Moreover, he was also proficient in music and was overflowing with talent. He studied under the famous scholar Hu Guang. In addition to being well-versed in history and literature, Cai Yong was proficient in calligraphy and official script. He had the most profound attainments in official script and was the most famous. There was a comment that 'Cai Yong's calligraphy was clear and straightforward'. He created the 'Flying White' style of calligraphy, which had a great influence on later generations. Tang Zhang Huaiguan's' Broken Book 'commented that Cai Yong's Flying White Calligraphy was' marvelous beyond compare, with the divine power of movement and unity '.
In his life, he especially liked to collect all kinds of rare ancient books. As long as he hadn't read it himself, he would find ways to collect it. He collected more than ten thousand books in his life, and there were still four thousand books in his later years. There were twenty volumes of anthologies, which had long been lost.
The books at that time were made of bamboo slips. Each ancient book was made of bamboo slips that could be carried on a cart. To be able to collect so many, the scale of the project was immeasurable. It was amazing.
No matter in which aspect, Cai Yong was enough to be called a great Confucian. There was absolutely no doubt about his identity as a great Confucian. At the end of the Han Dynasty, his status was also one of the few in the world.
His knowledge was naturally profound.
Seriously speaking, just in terms of knowledge and status at that time, Huang Chengyan was inferior to Cai Yong. There was a certain gap in fame and status.
His moral character and virtue were both commendable.
Yi Tianxing knew a story about Cai Yong.
It was said that Cai Yong's mother had been bedridden for three years, and regardless of whether it was summer or winter, or the climate change, he didn't take off his clothes and didn't sleep for seventy days. After his mother passed away, he built a house next to her grave and stayed there, observing etiquette.
A rabbit jumped obediently beside his house, and there were branches on it. People near and far found it strange, and many people came to watch. He lived with his uncle, uncles, and brothers, and the three generations did not separate. The people in the village all praised his good character.
It could be seen that he deserved the title of a great Confucian. There was no discount at all.
"Is this really fate? I actually met my father-in-law. It's also a joyous occasion. This way, it will be easier to convince him with my identity. I have more than half the confidence to completely control Jixia Academy. "
Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, and a hint of joy appeared in the corner of his eyes.
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