episode_0516

The morale of the soldiers crossing the mountains and crossing the water is very high, so high.

First of all, the marching path is really flat.

Horses cross mountains and waters. What kind of mountains and waters are there on the well-trodden road?

As you walk along the wide, easy-to-walk street, you sometimes find time to admire the great beauty of the command center going back and forth, or more precisely, the Cheonhwageom.

However, the morale of the soldiers cannot be explained by this alone.

In the first place, military morale is greatly influenced by the reputation of its commander.

It was the Cheonhwa sword that broke, rolled, and cut against majestic enemies, but ultimately achieved victory.

They were soldiers who shrugged their shoulders at a topic that had nothing to do with them.

So, a smooth march.

Second city, term!

Jiji is the second largest megacity after Jinan, the capital of Shandong Province.

If you predict the future according to the style of Qing’s hometown, Jinan will probably become one of the ten largest cities on the continent, with a nearby coast, well-developed roads, and wide plains.

Since it is still only the second city after Jinan, it is probably because the national law does not respect navigation and it is far from the central plain, the center of the world.

Of course, it was a fact that Cheong could not have known.

Let alone knowing, I first heard the name of the city called Lim through Eon Yeon-yeong.

This is because the Qing’s spiritual roots are barbarians from the frontier.

In fact, travelers from Jungwon consider it a scenic spot that they must visit at least once in their lives.

Especially if you are interested in text lines.

First of all, there is Xunzi of the Seongak theory, a giant of a hundred disciples, who is from this neighborhood.

He is a giant of Confucianism who argued that humans are irredeemable trash by nature and must be corrected through education.

And Zhuge Liang, the undisputed leader of the Central Plains that everyone recognizes, was from here.

It doesn’t stop there, oh my!

Wang Huizhi, the pride of the Chinese people and the Chinese writing itself, is from this town!

great teacher. The best strategist. Best handwriting.

It is truly a mecca for liberal arts, having produced all three!

Therefore, it is a city visited by scholars from the Central Plains and scholars of the arts who are said to be able to read, to receive the magical energy of liberal arts.

So, when the term arrives, the military does what soldiers do.

It is to set up a military camp at the garrison.

And the commander does the commander’s job.

Immediately, I was greeted by the branch manager Lim Ki-hyeon who came to meet me.

This is the commander’s job, not a place to play.

Politics is essentially a series of actions that secure allies and elevate enemies to neutrality through relationships.

Therefore, provincial commanders in Limhyeon must maintain amicable relationships with the branches in charge of large cities.

The branch manager had a slightly different idea.

Lim Ki-hyeon branch, Jang Cheong-baek is the government department’s little conscience.

Because I lived up to the name my parents gave me, Cheongbaekri.

Of course, the standard of judgment is conscience.

I am proud under the heavens that I did not wrong the innocent in exchange for kickbacks.

However, isn’t the spirit of mutual assistance, where everyone is happy and gives benefits in exchange for kindness, a good thing because no one feels wronged?

Still, when you become a member of the branch, you have to live in a huge manor like a palace to have the minimum level of dignity.

How could a huge manor be built with just a rat-like green stick?

For the sake of the country, the dignity of the branch must be maintained so that subordinates also respect and follow. cancer.

but!

In fact, this alone can be said to be one of the most outstanding works of high-ranking officials.

Anyway, Jiang Qingbai is uncomfortable to plant.

He suddenly stopped by and said something to me.

In any case, since you and the provincial commander are on different lines, there is nothing to gain from each other. Rather, when the military is stationed and training, you have to provide them with meals to eat along with the military rations.

Rather, wouldn’t it just be like the city being destroyed?

Cheongbaek-ri’s thinking is truly worthy of its name, as it puts the city’s circumstances before its own interests.

Moreover, from what I heard in advance, it was said that it was purely a private use of the military for the personal advancement of the provincial commander.

what? Are you taking care of your precious mama?

Even so, what kind of tyranny is this during the busy farming season when the soldiers are busy harvesting?

Especially when it comes to the military, it is an important matter for the country.

How can this not be offensive since it is causing damage to the country for the sake of personal prosperity?

So how does Jang Cheong-baek show this uncomfortable feeling?

Showing your displeasure and pretending to be offended is the worst of all.

In politics, the most important thing is not to make enemies, so no matter how different the lines are, why would you gnash your teeth and become an enemy?

Therefore, the place where Jang Cheongbaek took Wang Ssangryong to have tea was Wangxijijigo.

Wang Huijigo is the birthplace of Wang Huiji, the first Buddhist monk in Jungwon, and is now used as a sacred place and academy for Confucian scholars.

In the style of Qing’s hometown, it is an educational institution and museum.

Normally, if you were to entertain, you would have tried to warm up and become friends by serving famous drinks and delicacies, but what was the reason for bringing him to the Confucian Academy, which had the rich smell of paper and ink?

As a people who honor the Emperor, remember the spirit of Confucianism.

It was an elegant and elegant rebuke to recognize the shame and reflect on it.

Of course, Wang Ssangryong also understood him well.

How could a high-ranking official, even a provincial commander, not understand this level of metaphor?

However, Wang Ssangryong is proud.

It is a matter of serving Mama, who is capable of reciting an era for thousands of years.

Isn’t this a duty that a subject in charge of military affairs, rather than a private governor, should perform?

So, Wang Ssangryong repeatedly stabs Jibu Daein’s side with his sharp eyes.

‘Hey branch, what is this? ‘Couldn’t I send some wine and delicacies to Mama right away?’

The branch hums and snorts.

She said she was a precious mama, but is she just a martial artist?

Since she was making a fuss about being the best minion in the world and all, I asked her to see how beautiful she was, and I found out that she was a true beauty who couldn’t hide her peerless beauty even with her swollen cheeks.

But isn’t that why he’s a martial artist?

Will the martial people know loyalty?

They are scoundrels who do not know Confucianism or the noble meaning of the disciples, but just run wild with their power.

Will the martial arts people know the immortality of words?

A sword only shows off its immediate power, but when it is lost and buried in the ground, it rusts and decays.

However, the words remain forever and are passed down as an enlightenment that nurtures people, so the brush is more powerful than the sword and is the law that creates the world.

So what about Cheong?

I look at the large scroll hanging in the old house.

“Etiquette is the biggest part of the law and the foundation of everything.”

“Oh wow. Sunja.”

“Do you know Sunja?”

“I know. How dare you say you know the words of the giant? What you are saying is absurd. It’s a shame, but since I studied with Professor Cheon for a short time, I can only recognize the text.”

Jang Cheong-baek’s curved waist straightens.

“By Professor Cheon, are you referring to Giant Cheon, the Academy’s Poet Lecturer?”

“Yes. Although I am a poor disciple, I serve my teacher.”

To say that one studied under him and to serve as a teacher are completely different expressions.

Those who learn at the Academy all say that they studied under the greatest teacher in the world, but in reality, it literally means that they studied at the Academy.

But what if you serve a teacher?

It means that a person has formed a relationship with Siganghaksa and a real priest, so in other words, he is called a best disciple.

“Oh, hello giant?”

Jang Cheong-baek studied at the Academy of Sciences.

Although Confucianism has lost its power, many of the children of high-ranking officials studied there and held government positions.

On the contrary, as Confucianism’s status was at stake, the alumni gathered together and exchanged letters, lamenting that their subjects were only filling their own bellies.

So, how special must it be for Jang Cheong-baek to be happy to meet his junior?

Do peaches still grow like that in the academy’s hometown? Does Yeoju’s wife still do business in front of it? Is the accompaniment restaurant on the east side still bustling with bachelors gathering? When I think of those days, I still shed tears of longing, etc… … .

Wang Ssangryong’s eyebrows twitched at the sudden change in Jang Cheong-baek’s attitude and his friendliness.

Does this kid have school ties here?

They say a well-behaved cat gets on the stove first, so you want to build a relationship like this while pretending to be noble?

“Ah. That’s right. Since you came to Wang Xiji’s house, you happened to leave behind a note.”

“Written?”

“It’s like a commemoration. Since we have entered the birthplace of the divine pen, shouldn’t we post a piece of writing to show our respect to the person who held the brush?”

“Oh wow. Guestbook.”

“Look, are there any juniors there!? A precious person wants to leave a note, so please prepare one for mourning and mourning!”

-You mean slander?

“You are a Confucian student who studied at the Academy.”

-ah! Is that so? We’ll get it ready right away!

Cheong thought that when he came to a tourist attraction, it was just a souvenir to see who was visiting.

Actually, that was correct.

When stopping by Wang Xiji’s house, it was the natural order of tourists to enjoy the arts while writing a piece of writing.

For your information, there is a rumor that paper is sold at a very expensive price, and that the income would be enormous.

The price of the paper also varied greatly depending on its material and size, and the largest and best paper among them was said to be medium to high.

When they said the paper was ready, they came out and saw that the large academy was crowded with Confucian students.

That’s natural.

They were Confucian students snooping around outside, wondering how they couldn’t take a peek when they heard that the greatest beauty in the world had come.

But does he even write a bachelor’s degree at the Academy?

How can I tolerate this?

So, with all the scholars gathered together, one person, Cheongi, looks down at a large piece of paper that is large enough to lie down on.

what? Is the guestbook a bit big?

Well, can I just use it in large chunks?

Cheong thought for a moment.

Because Sunja said she was from this neighborhood?

He picks up a large brush, dips in ink boldly, and cuts it apart with a single stroke, and soon four letters the size of a large door appear on the paper.

Meeting pole

It is an idiom that means mugwort between hemp and hemp.

This means that even if the mugwort is curved and droops to the ground, if it is planted among straight-growing hemp, it will grow straight up, following the others.

This is what Xunzi said, meaning that if you hang out with good people, you will naturally become a good person too.

It was the wish of a giant who believed in the potential of people, that although humans are trash from birth, they can be educated through education.

And the academy exploded.

What great writing is “!”

“Every stroke contains a weight of a thousand pounds, so it is like a sea that cannot be invaded and harmed!”

“Written like this exists in the world!?”

“Oh my god!” “Uh huh!” “Uh huh… … !”

“Wait! Don’t move! Dust sits! Bring the grass! hurry! We must preserve it and keep it like this!”

Jang Cheong-baek, the branch commander, was deeply conflicted.

Can I take this?

If you hang it in your office and look at it whenever you have time, all the entertainment in the world becomes dance, and it is the ultimate writing that you will never get tired of looking at.

Everyone who comes will be astonished with admiration. Isn’t this a sacred object that will add more dignity than ten thousand soldiers with a single piece of writing?

And since the dignity of the branch is the dignity of the crown, wouldn’t taking care of it be the way to true patriotism?

At the same time, I felt like I could understand why the Academy’s Si-ganghak chose a woman as his best disciple.

The handwriting is like this, so even if it is Daesaksa and not Shiganghaksa, how can you not take him as a disciple?

“You are already a giant.”

“Yes?”

“It’s absolutely shameful and miserable.”

Because he was like this, wouldn’t he have treated even the greedy provincial commander with the utmost respect and mobilized the military?

He didn’t even know that and came forward as an admonishment. How could such a shameful thing happen in the world?

“Have you not eaten yet? Since you are here during your term, you should definitely take us to Nangyaru to see the spectacular view of your dreams.”

A smile appeared on Cheong’s face.

Wow, they give you food!