School flower's personal master

Chapter 12678

"Those powerful families aren't so easy to deal with, are they? Even if they were, how would we get past the Lord of Tianjun? He's a three-zhang-tall Dharma Aspect expert!"

The entire room fell silent.

Even if they were under the influence of alcohol, they wouldn't be able to fully grasp the weight of those four words: "three zhang of Dharma form."

There are quite a few of these grassroots experts, and when they come together, they are indeed a force to be reckoned with. But if they were to openly stand against Lin Yi, they would be courting death.

This isn't how the higher-ups should act.

"What's there to worry about? Look, even Confucius is on our side. He's Confucius, after all. When has Confucius ever made a mistake when he spoke out?"

"Should we listen to Confucius or those damned noble families? If the Lord of Tianjun isn't stupid, he'll know which to choose!"

"You can tell from his statement just now that he didn't agree to our demands, but did he side with the powerful families? It doesn't seem so."

"No, if he doesn't side with us, wouldn't that mean he's side with the powerful families?"

"Foolish! That's not how you look at things. Think about the original intention behind the establishment of the Heavenly Martial Hall. If it were truly biased towards the aristocratic families, why would it have established the Heavenly Martial Hall and opened it directly to us?"

"He's being held hostage by those powerful families!"

“That’s right. It’s precisely at times like these that we need to take a tough stance. Only then can we give him a sufficient reason to put pressure on those powerful families!”

"We are not fighting against the Lord of Tianjun; we are cooperating with him. The aristocratic families are our common enemy!"

After some discussion, everyone agreed that it made perfect sense and was reasonable.

They were afraid of becoming enemies with Lin Yi, but if Lin Yi was a friend and not an enemy, they would feel much more at ease.

Everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy and the discussion became very heated.

Chen Agou, the main character, didn't say much, his eyes fixed on a five or six-year-old child not far away.

In the current near-freezing temperatures, the child is only wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket.

It's called a cotton-padded jacket, but the cotton wadding weighs less than two ounces, and the little bit is all crammed together. Most of the time, it's just a thin layer of tattered cloth.

She was wearing cloth shoes, which looked quite new, but were obviously a size too big.

My face, hands, feet—every visible part of my body was frozen purple.

The child, however, did not seem to feel cold.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Agou's hands.

To be precise, he wasn't staring at Chen Agou's hand, but at the half-eaten chicken leg in it, and kept swallowing his saliva.

Chen Agou sighed and beckoned him over.

The child was afraid.

Chen Agou then took a bowl, filled it with a few pieces of meat, and handed it over.

The child carefully took the bowl, glanced at everyone, and then ran away quickly with the bowl in his arms.

A moment later, the child returned with an empty bowl, continuing to stare intently at Chen Agou.

"Not full?"

Chen Agou raised an eyebrow in surprise. Even if a child this small was very hungry, he wouldn't eat so quickly.

There was no oiliness at the corners of the child's mouth.

A person nearby reminded him, "He also has a mother who has been collecting scraps in this area. We haven't seen her for the past few days; she's probably sick."

Chen Agou understood and served him another plate of meat.

This time, the child didn't run away. He took the bowl and immediately huddled in a corner, eagerly starting to gnaw on it.

Everyone burst into laughter at the sight.

Chen Agou sighed, "Can you imagine this is Tianjun? If you go out and tell outsiders that 40% of the people in Tianjun can't even get enough to eat, and that large numbers of people are starving and freezing to death every day, do you think anyone will believe you?"

"..."

The laughter instantly turned into silence.

Even without comparing it to the open areas of the Divine Realm, within the thirteen counties of the Divine Realm alone, Tian County is absolutely a paradise in everyone's eyes.

Opportunities abound here, and even the common people are experts.

This is a consistent version of events.

Throughout the thirteen prefectures of the divine realm, everyone firmly believed this.

How ironic it is to put this scene together with what's right in front of you.

"This world shouldn't be like this, Tianjun shouldn't be like this!"

Chen Agou suddenly stood up: "What is the source of all this? It's those bloated and smug Tianjun families! They monopolize all resources, and they are the root of all suffering."

"Brothers, you know what to do, right?"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

How easy is it to truly gather a group of grassroots experts?

But now, they've really gone crazy.

The banquet is over.

Chen Agou returned to his usual dilapidated temple, only to find Kong Jisheng sitting quietly on a straw mat.

Chen Agou was not at all surprised by the uninvited arrival of this new Confucius.

"Master, you've arrived."

Chen Agou sat down opposite him without a care.

If anyone else saw this, they would be absolutely stunned.

Chen Agou, the most influential grassroots master, is actually Kong Jisheng's apprentice!

The lineage of Confucius claims to teach all without discrimination, and indeed has many disciples from ordinary backgrounds. However, everyone knows that entering the lineage of Confucius is not easy.

According to the rules, once you've entered the Confucian school, you must stay at the Confucius Mansion day and night to study and are not allowed to go out without permission.

Chen Agou is a complete exception.

Kong Jisheng closed his eyes and said, "Grassroots experts are a disorganized bunch. Even if we mobilize them, they won't stand the test. While they're in high spirits now, let's push things forward as quickly as possible."

"clear."

Chen Agou paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Master, I don't think the position of Lord of Tianjun necessarily has to be held by Yuan Chu, does it?"

Kong Jisheng remained expressionless: "He is the only wise ruler of Tianjun. Only with him leading the county can Tianjun have a true future."

"Can't I?"

Chen Agou pointed at himself in a carefree manner.

Kong Jisheng opened his eyes, glanced at him, and finally uttered a sentence.

"It's important for people to know themselves."

Chen Agou chuckled: "I understand. Someone like me, born with a lowly fate, is at best suited to be someone's henchman. I'll fight tooth and nail to snatch the position of Lord of Tianjun, clean it up, and then let my master sit comfortably in it."

Kong Jisheng comforted him, saying, "One cannot completely believe in fate, but one cannot completely disbelieve in fate either. Some things are fine to think about, but not to force."

"Don't worry, Master. We ordinary folks are born knowing how to read people's expressions."

Chen Agou stretched and lay down, crossing his legs, and said, "Master, do you think Lin Yi will take the bait?"

Kong Jisheng remained silent.

Chen Agou continued, "Master, you have the power to educate the people and ride this wave of public resentment. You can indeed force people to take a stand, but as long as they leave Tianjun, this situation will collapse on its own."

"If I were Lin Yi, I would run away first."

"I'm already a master of the Three-Zhang Dharma Form, why would I take such unnecessary risks?"

"At worst, we can wait until things calm down and they come back with a vengeance. By then, we won't even have any trump cards left. Wouldn't that be more advantageous?" (End of Chapter)