Yin Muhong's notoriety once again spread across the country, and this time it also brought Zhang Shuye with him.

Yang Lin, who was far away in Yangyi City, was slapping his thighs with joy as his subordinates vividly described how badly they were scolded.

"Zhang Shuye has a bad fate. He will be scolded for a few years if he gets infected by Yin Muhong. I hope he can survive these few years. If we want to change the tone of the people and scholars, we have to wait for my new policy to be completed. Then.

, there are hymns everywhere in the world, how can anyone be so indifferent."

Lu Wang, who was next to him, had a trace of disgust in his eyes and said, "Young Master, why don't you shut up the mouths of these bastards? We are obviously working hard for the country and the people, but instead we have made them the victims of their uprightness. That's it.

It’s as if we neglected Bianliang’s boundless wealth, fought in the south and north, and traveled all over the Song Dynasty just to persecute them. Sometimes, my subordinates really can’t swallow this breath!”

Yang Lin chuckled and said: "I consider myself to be quite shameless, but compared with them, I'm still far behind. What's so frustrating? In my opinion, they are just like the Jurchen Tatars. Left and right.

We are just slowly eradicating it. We are not doing all this for their comments. There are so many so-called literati in the world who are shaking their pens. How many of them are qualified to comment on me, Yang Lin, and they just don’t understand what they say."

In fact, today's Shilin is no longer a one-sided abuse. Yin Muhong built a great momentum in the academy in the early days and has now seen results.

Cai Jing created an academy system, which almost lowered the threshold for admission to the lowest level in history, and many poor students were able to read and write.

These people do not have any family background or clan, and they do not base their knowledge on clan interests. They only believe in what they see before their eyes and what they hear in their ears.

There is no need to exaggerate Yang Lin's achievements, they are already very exaggerated. His reputation in Shilin has shown a trend of polarization. Some people respect him like a god, and some people hate him like a bandit.

After stretching, Yang Lin felt very comfortable. Since arriving in Dali, he has been in a completely different world than in Bianliang.

The place is full of vitality, the New Deal is in full swing, and things are moving in a good direction.

"Dali is my blessed place." Yang Lin said happily.

At this time, there was a rustling of footsteps, and Duan Miaozhen came in carrying a tray with three cups of hot tea on it.

Lu Qian and Lu Wang quickly confessed and took over. Duan Miaozhen's face turned red. She had just heard Yang Lin say that Dali was his blessed place, so Fang naturally thought she was talking about herself.

She stood next to Yang Lin, listening to them discuss the new policy. After a while, Lu Qian and Lu Wang looked at each other and retreated.

Duan Miaozhen then stepped forward and said: "Lin Lang, our Dali ceremony will be held in a few days. Are we going to hold it this year?"

When Yang Lin heard this, he became interested and asked: "What ceremony?"

"The sacrificial ceremony is a grand ceremony to pray to the Buddha for good weather and abundant harvests in the coming year." Duan Miaozhen said with a smile, "I often participated in it when I was a child."

Because of Dali's special geographical location, the rulers here have attached great importance to farming. Their vigorous construction of water conservancy projects and the good natural environment have provided innate advantages for agricultural production, making Dali's agriculture basically at the same level as that of the Central Plains.

.It is said to be “vast in land, populous, and sophisticated in equipment.”

Someone from the Song Dynasty once praised that "the benefits of irrigation reach the fields of Yunnan, covering the fields with hemp and irrigating thousands of hectares of fields."

In addition, almost all Dali people believe in Buddhism, so this ceremony is also a major festival in the past years. Yang Lin pondered for a moment and said: "Do it! Since it is an established custom, there is no reason to suppress it."

He gently stretched out his hand and patted his thigh, and Duan Miaozhen sat up with a blushing face.

Yang Lin secretly thought, there are thirty-six tribes of Wuman in Dali, which have always been governed by leaders and chieftains. It is better to integrate these tribes into Chinese while they all believe in Buddhism.

Otherwise, although the thirty-six tribes are all called Wuman, they are not of the same race after all, and it will be difficult to truly integrate into the Central Plains.

"Who will host the ceremony this year?"

Duan Miaozhen looked up at Yang Lin, as if she was interested. Yang Lin patted her cheek gently and said with a smile: "You can't do it. Your Duan family kills too many people, especially your father, who has become a public enemy of Wuman."

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Duan Miaozhen's heart sank, her lover's words were absolutely correct, he had almost killed all thirty-six of Wuman's men one by one.

At first, Duan Zhengchun seemed to be venting his anger, but in fact he was protecting himself wisely and letting the Song Emperor completely trust him. In this way, a strange combination of circumstances helped Yang Lin. Many times, a massacre is the best introduction to medicine before social change.

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If Duan Zhengchun hadn't bloodbathed Dali, these chieftains would have been an eternal problem. Historically, it wasn't until the early years of the Manchu Qing Dynasty that Kang Mazi took advantage of Wu Sangui's rebellion and slaughtered all Yunnan and Guizhou, and then the chieftain problem was barely solved.

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We have to find a suitable person to preside over this ceremony, and then let this ceremony become the beginning of the Chineseization of Dali.

Yang Lin gently stroked the beauty in his hand and fell into deep thought...

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In the Li Dynasty of Jiaozhi, a conscription suddenly started, which shocked the entire court.

Queen Lanying sent people several times to summon Prince Li Yanghuan, but was ignored.

Li Yanghuan had money in his hands, and he already controlled many yamen, so his conscription was quickly put into action.

The only thing the prince lacks is military power. Once he has military power, how can he continue to tolerate it with his arrogant and domineering temperament?

Queen Lanying had not thought about food or tea for several days in a row and was getting thinner day by day. The East Palace was like a sharp knife hanging above their heads.

The old emperor still showed no sign of waking up. He relied on expensive medicines every day to die. He didn't know when he died.

Queen Lanying came out of the emperor's palace, her face even more sad, and she frowned and returned to her palace.

"Empress, Your Majesty, has he not recovered yet?" Shiman asked nervously. The situation outside was turbulent, and as a confidant of Queen Lanying, she was also very anxious.

"Alas." Queen Lanying sighed, held her forehead with her hand, and shook her head gently.

"It must be those Song people. They didn't get the answer they wanted from the empress, so they turned to the prince!" Queen Lanying felt a little regretful. She had known that she had agreed to those Song people, but it was just a fight with the Song soldiers.

They often raised troops to invade the Song Dynasty, and made a lot of money every time.

It's too late to say anything now. The conditions offered by the Song people that night must have gone to the prince.

Shiman stepped forward and was about to offer comfort when a female guard came in and whispered in her ear...
Chapter completed!