Fang Yun ignored the old woman's pig-slaughtering cries, but turned to face the seven soldiers.
"Get up!" Fang Yun shouted angrily, and seven soldiers stood up hurriedly. Two soldiers staggered and almost fell, and had to be helped up by the people next to them.
The seven people's legs were numb, but their bodies were straight when they stood up.
"A man should kneel to heaven, earth, the emperor, his parents and his teachers. How can he kneel to a bunch of fools? Where is the dignity of our Jing country's soldiers? After we return to the army, all of our merits will be downgraded!"
"Yes, sir!" said the seven soldiers in unison.
"I can't hear you!" Fang Yong shouted even louder.
"Yes, sir!" the seven soldiers shouted loudly.
At this time, the old man in fancy clothes woke up, sat up with difficulty, and said angrily: "Fang Yun, even if you are a virtual saint, you should not commit murder in the street!"
"You are allowed to whip the soldiers, but I am not allowed to beat you? Whose logic is this?" Fang Yun sneered.
"I'm fighting deserters, not soldiers!"
"I was beating up the stupid thug, not the old man, and certainly not committing murder!" Fang Yun said.
"You... you are bullying others by taking advantage of your power!" The old man was furious.
"What about you?" Fang Yun said nonchalantly.
"you… "
Fang Yun glanced at the old men coldly and said, "The death of your children and grandchildren should have won everyone's sympathy, but you used the death of your relatives as a basis for doing whatever you want. All you see is your own grief, and you wish those who are still alive would die with you! You will never know that every soldier returning from the battlefield carries the lives and kindness of his comrades. If they have the chance, they will die in their place without hesitation! The reason they didn't die is because they have a more important mission! Every soldier who returns from the battlefield here can let the court better understand the details of the front line, can make the next battle more thoroughly prepared, and can save thousands of soldiers! Soon, they will continue to carry everything, go into battle and kill the enemy until they die, leaving the living comrades to continue to carry their last wishes!"
Fang Yun paused for a moment and continued to curse: "You don't care about the lives of your children and grandchildren, you only care about what you have lost. In your eyes, your dead children and grandchildren are nothing more than lost gold and silver treasures, so you don't care what your children and grandchildren have done or want to do. You come here just to vent your anger for losing things. You come here to make a fuss just to get some benefits. If you have a little love for your children and grandchildren in your heart, you will not insult and beat these soldiers who fight side by side with your children and grandchildren, nor will you forget how much your children and grandchildren trust them, and you will not hurt these warriors who are likely to die on the battlefield like your children and grandchildren in the near future!"
The seven soldiers still stood straight, fourteen lines of tears rolling down their faces.
"Liu Shan is abusing his power, do you dare to surround the Liu Mansion? The ministers are incompetent, do you dare to stain the palace with blood? You don't dare! You are just a bunch of useless people who bully the weak and fear the strong. You just know that your children and grandchildren's comrades-in-arms will not fight back, so you take it out on them! You think that you have sacrificed your children and grandchildren to fight against the monsters, which is a huge sacrifice, but it is not! Your children and grandchildren are sacrificing, not you; those whose children and grandchildren died but still sympathize with these soldiers are sacrificing, not you! You can act and make trouble, you have the right to curse the court from the monarch to the officials thousands of times, and you can even point at my luck and scold me, a virtual saint, for being useless and unable to rescue the fallen soldiers, but you can't insult these soldiers! You are experiencing sadness, but they are experiencing the greatest terror and the heaviest mission in the world!"
Not only those seven soldiers were crying, all the soldiers, lieutenants and officers nearby were secretly wiping away tears.
Fang Yun looked at those old men with disgust, raised his chin high, and said coldly: "Get out of the way, don't stop us from dying!"
After saying that, Fang Yun walked towards Quan Garden, followed by seven soldiers.
Everyone looked at the backs of Fang Yun and the seven soldiers, and their vision suddenly became blurred, as if more and more people were following them, more and more, and in the blink of an eye, there were millions of people.
Those people talked, sang, walked, and never looked back.
The old men slumped on the ground, at a loss.
"Pah!" An old man who was watching the scene spat in disdain and said as he walked away, "Fang Xusheng didn't hit you lightly! If it were me, I would definitely beat you to a pulp!"
"The man beaten by Fang Xusheng was a well-known gangster in the city thirty years ago. Tsk tsk, after so many years, he is still such a worthless person. What's the point of beating up a small soldier? Go slap Liu Shan in the face if you can!"
"They had to teach Fang Xu Shengqi a lesson, which shows how shameless they are."
"We in Jing Country are in need of people like Fang Xusheng! What's so great about being old? He's old, but he's shameless!"
"The soldiers fought desperately on the front lines, and they still had to suffer this humiliation when they came back. Those who know would think that we are a bunch of old people who don't care, and those who don't know would think that we Jing people are all ungrateful old beasts!"
“It’s a pity for their children and grandchildren.”
"It's not a pity! We can't learn from them. Their descendants are still martyrs and heroes. It has nothing to do with them!"
"Right! Listen to Fang Xusheng's last words. He went there knowing he was going to die. That's what a hero should say!"
"I really despise these people. It's fine if you just scold them a few times, but you beat the child. Who doesn't have parents? Why should I let you beat me?"
"Let's go, let's go. Just looking at them makes me angry."
Everyone left while chatting.
After a long time, the old men who had been making trouble stood up, looked at each other, and slowly dispersed.
An old woman whispered, "I told you not to come, but you insisted on coming. You even pissed off Fang Xusheng. Where will we put our dignity in the future?"
A group of old people, covered in dust and dirt, disappeared in the autumn rain.
Fang Yun found someone to treat the seven old soldiers, and he entered the Quan Garden. He used "Water Melody" to pass through the Moon Gate to Jiangzhou. He explained some things to Yang Yuhuan, and then returned to the study to handle various official duties and deliver letters. Tomorrow he would review the Beijing army, and then go north to Ning'an to rescue Zhang Poyue.
It was August, and the next month would be the Juren Examination. Every year, the academies in Xiangzhou would recruit students after the Juren Examination. The provincial academies would review the required and elective books of all the academies.
Today, the State Academy of Literature sent various books to Fang Yun for his review.
If it was an ordinary official document, Fang Yun would just take a quick look at it and then hand it over to the Governor's Office or the provincial government for handling, but education is the top priority. If a country has problems with education, it will inevitably lead to major problems in all aspects of the country.
Fang Yun carefully reviewed the books submitted by various academies. When he came to the required course "Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars", his expression suddenly changed.
Most of the stories in "Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars" promote correct filial piety and traditional virtues. For example, even after becoming the emperor, Shun still respected his parents. There was also a man named Tan Zi, whose parents needed deer milk because of their age, so he pretended to be a fawn and squeezed the milk from a doe.
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