Peace Order
Chapter 653 - 59: Plotting for Oneself, Plotting for the World, Divine Sword, Divine General_3

Chapter 653: Chapter 59: Plotting for Oneself, Plotting for the World, Divine Sword, Divine General_3

Ji Zichang regarded the few highly renowned students within the Academy with special interest.

Feng Xiao, Wen Lingjun, and Zhou Pinglu naturally displayed their talents and knowledge.

However, the answer Wen He submitted made Ji Zichang’s temples twitch uncontrollably—

"Hmm?"

"Hmm???"

Ji Zichang looked at Wen He on the other side, an ordinary-looking young man, and the question he asked was, with such changes in Central State, gathering literary and martial talents, how should one solve it, and what ingenious plan could stabilize the world.

Wen He’s answer: "Since the Martial World is present, why not spread a devastating poison, push forward with heavily armored troops, and annihilate the Martial World in one swoop, to trample upon it."

"Such that when the forces of the Martial World are greatly weakened, the world must be much more stable than before. Martial Artists, relying on their Martial Arts, act against the law. The state’s laws regard murder as a great evil, but in the Martial World, knights are honored, and the common people respect them."

"Such people gain fame in all the land, yet they defy the Emperor’s laws; thus, if this is the case, the Emperor’s orders are not esteemed, the dignity of family and country is lost—Martial World should be exterminated to rectify the world and restore the family and country."

Ji Zichang’s temple twitched as he reviewed Wen He’s strategy.

Poisoning, instigation, troops with crossbow arrows in a single sweep.

This plan, really brutal.

To turn this grand event of Martial Arts into a sacrificial rite of Martial Arts, although Ji Zichang felt his view on Martial World being a great malady was correct, such a scheme was too ruthless; if it failed to trap them all at once, the number of Martial Artists coming for assassination would likely be endless.

No, this cannot be done.

"This man’s vision is accurate, but his methods are too poisonous, he cannot be employed."

"Yet he also cannot be killed, for there would inevitably be harm to the reputation of cherishing the wise."

In the end, Ji Zichang’s lips twitched, and he arrived at a conclusion:

"Keep him then."

So Wen He left unruffled, the crowd confused, only Wen Lingjun saw through Wen He’s choice, sighing: "With such a poisonous scheme, His Majesty refuses to employ you; yet he also spares you. Wen He, you have great talent, why do you scheme for personal gain instead of for the state?"

Wen He’s expression was indifferent as he said lightly, "I am just such a man."

That left Wen Lingjun stifled.

Wen He added calmly, "With all the lords gathered, the world greatly changes, His Majesty Ji Zichang lacks land and people, possessing only the name of legitimacy, he will definitely not have a good end. Being by his side, you’re likely to be splashed with blood, Lingjun, you should consider your own path well."

Wen Lingjun remained silent for a long time, then could only sigh.

With one extremely poisonous plan, Wen He managed to extract himself directly from the vortex and assure his own safety.

Disciples of the Farmer School were driven out, Xu Tiange unwilling to accept it, clenching a handful of grain, full of resentment, returned to his own land, took up a hoe, and while toiling furiously, he gritted his teeth and said, "Why doesn’t His Majesty listen to us?"

"If the common people have land to farm, food and drink, and money, their hearts can be settled. Once their hearts are settled, there will be fewer troubles in society, morality among the common people can be better guided; soldiers knowing they have fields and grain at their back will have the will to fight."

"Where did I go wrong?!"

"Damn it, Emperor, sooner or later I will plant you in the fields!"

Xu Tiange, the old farmer, grumbled and cursed.

"Heh... that’s because, currently in Central State, land is not vast, and although His Majesty Ji Zichang possesses some vision, facing the Emperor of Ying swallowing Wan Li, and the Martial prowess of Jiangnan Qilin surging boldly, where has he the time to wait for your slow results?"

Laughter came, and Xu Tiange looked over to see the simple and plain-looking Wen He lifting a bottle of wine, saying, "Exchanged from Wen Lingjun, do you want a drink?"

Xu Tiange reserved the highest treatment for those from the Farmer School.

He personally picked various vegetables to prepare some dishes and then rolled up his sleeves to eat in the fields with him, saying, "Wen He, tell me, why doesn’t His Majesty have the patience? The more at such times one must be able to endure."

"I put forward the strategy, saying that with land and food behind them, the soldiers will have confidence, and with bountiful harvests behind them, the soldiers’ morale will thrive. To protect the farmlands with soldiers and armies and to maintain the soldiers and armies’ Mental State with lands and harvests."

"Only with an abundance of grain can the people live well; only when the people live well will the world be stable, and then more troops can be raised, and the army can become strong. Only when the army is strong can it protect even more land, and with more land, more can be cultivated."

"But the Emperor said—"

Xu Tiange drank a gulp of strong liquor and continued:

"The Emperor said, how can farming and warfare be considered together?"

Wen He spoke gently: "Yes, I agree with your point, only if the common people live well enough can we attract the hearts of the people of the world. Only when the common people can recuperate and live contentedly, when their own lands are under invasion, will they exceed limits in morale."

"The world vies in warfare and looting for land, unaware that the human heart is precious."

"Should there be such a person, who can benefit officials and soldiers, comfort the common people, and allow them to live and work in peace, then without much toil, the world would naturally submit."

Drunk, Xu Tiange couldn’t help but say: "I knew you would understand me, Wen He."

"Wen He, truly a kind and gentle gentleman!"

"A wonderful person indeed!"

"Among all the lords under heaven, who could surpass him?"

Wen He said: "Jiangnan’s Qilin, Li Guanyi, would be capable."

"All under heaven in Chen Country, Ying Country, are obstructed by aristocratic families; what they call encouragement of agriculture is just a desire for the common people to exert more effort, ideally working the fields for all twelve hours a day. Li Guanyi’s policies and strategies seem to correspond with yours."

"All scholars of the world are awaiting for the Qilin, Ying Country, Chen Country to come."

"But if one were to follow the crowd, it would inevitably lead to mediocrity."

"Only he who offers timely help can do it. Why don’t you set out earlier? Take advantage of the second rice crop not yet being planted, to spread your methods across Jiangnan."

Xu Tiange, drunk, was inspired by his words and said, "Good!"

"Dammit, if this place doesn’t respect me, I’m sure there’s another place that will."