When Zhang Yue returned home, he was almost scared.

What appeared in front of him was an almost bustling scene.

The scholars with various crowns and hats almost blocked the not-so-spacious alley in front of Zhang Mansion.

After a rough estimate, I am afraid that at least thousands of people gathered here.

With so many scholars gathering, it is inevitable that you will be alarmed.

Zhi Jinwu first reacted and sent about a hundred soldiers to Qili to strengthen public security and patrol.

This is also the job of Zheng Jinwu - defending the nobles of Chang'an.

However, Zhi Jinwu can only do this.

Maintaining order is Jingzhao Yin's responsibility.

As long as there is no serious incident in Zhi Jinwu, he will generally not interfere easily.

only……

Zhang Yue looked at it for a long time but still couldn't see the official from Jingzhaoyi.

He almost understood in his heart.

Although Jingzhao Yi Yu Jiyan had bowed to him, the bureaucrats below probably decided to fight him long ago.

So, the bureaucrats in Kyotoyi have a thousand ways to shirk responsibility and procrastinate things related to him.

"I'm really itchy!" Zhang Yue smiled softly: "Let's start with Jingzhao Yin! Anyway, I was planning to start with Jingzhao Yin!"

But the things in front of you still have to be dealt with.

At least, you can't let any trouble happen to this matter.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue walked off the carriage and walked forward.

At this time, the alley was almost crowded, crowded.

Thousands of scholars, speaking in various accents, their voices and arguments were intertwined, buzzing like a large machine.

More than a dozen Zhang Yue's servants shouted desperately, asking them to queue up in an orderly manner to register.

But even if they shouted, the effect was not very big.

A group of thousands of people is like a torrent, surging towards the threshold of the Zhang Mansion.

Everyone waved the bamboo slips in their hands and made loud noises. Everyone wanted to send their articles to the vermilion threshold as soon as possible.

So that you can become the next Niu Sheng!

At least, you must also get a comment from Zhang Chiyou.

But there are too many people.

Everyone is worried that if they submit it too late, they may not be reviewed.

That would be too miserable!

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity does not appear every year.

Many people have waited for years, or even decades, before they encounter such an opportunity.

Everyone wants to catch him.

So that I can become the second master Yan, the second Zhu Maichen and even the second Gongsun Hong!

Therefore, the atmosphere in this alley is naturally not much easier.

It was even a little nervous.

The scholars of the Han family have never been gentlemen who are gentle and have a proper way of advancing and retreating.

In fact, they will only be a little quiet for a while when writing articles.

Most of the other days, in order to demonstrate their husbands' true colors and masculinity, the scholars of the Han family usually treat the people around them very roughly.

Especially in this situation now.

The group of scholars gathered outside the Zhang Mansion came from all over the world, and what they learned was completely different.

There are people from Guliang, Zuo Zhuan, Gongyang, and the three schools of Spring and Autumn.

There are poems from the five schools of Qi, Han, Mao, Chu, and Lu.

There are three branches of Shangshu, and four schools of the Book of Changes.

Even, there are some mixed things!

What's even more terrifying is that there are not only Confucian scholars among the crowd.

There are also legalists and moralists of Huang-Lao.

So, in Zhang Yue's eyes, this place has become a powder barrel.

Originally, the Confucianism could start a World War, and then join the Legalists and Huang-Lao School, this would probably explode at any time!

In particular, Confucian scholars come from arrogance and aloofness.

Wasn't the original owner beaten to death just because he was not a Confucian scholar and threw him into the river?

There was no choice but to take a deep breath, then shouted: "Silent!"

pity……

Except for the dozens of people at the entrance of the alley, there was no other bird.

Even his voice was not heard.

There was no choice but to shout: "I am Zhang Zizhong, Nanling! You are quiet!"

Then he stomped heavily on the bluestone slab on the ground.

How powerful is Zhang Yue’s kick with all his strength?

Even he himself did not have a prediction, but the effect was surprisingly amazing!

After stepping on it, the solid bluestone slab under his feet instantly split into pieces, and even the surrounding bluestones seemed to be hammered by iron hammers, and cracks appeared.

The dozens of scholars at the entrance of the alley were like monsters looking at him.

Zhang Yue's actions also alarmed many people. When these people heard a loud noise, they turned around.

Then, I saw a young official wearing Diao Chan crown looking at them with a serious face.

The bluestone road under his feet was already split into pieces, and the bluestone around him was even cracking.

"Zhang...Zhang...Zhang Chiyou..." Countless people swallowed hard, even their hands and feet were a little disobedient.

Although there are many legends about this Shizhong official.

But, legend is a legend after all.

Now I have seen it with my own eyes that countless people deeply lowered their backs, faced Zhang Yue, and bowed to worship: "I will go to the bottom of my studies, so I will ask the Shizhong Public Security Bureau!"

And everyone's eyes were staring at the road.

"Zhang Chiyou's power is so powerful..." Someone murmured to himself.

More people are full of fanaticism.

At this moment, at least hundreds of people became Zhang Yue's brainless fans.

There is no way, the Han family advocates and worships heroes.

The heroes are naturally proportional to their strength.

Why is Xiang Yu still missed and worshipped in the southeast and even the whole world?

Because he is strong enough!

Now, after seeing Zhang Yue's force with his own eyes, many people naturally admire him hopelessly.

The actions of these people were naturally passed forward immediately, but in an instant, the whole alley immediately became quiet.

The original chaos and noise disappeared, and everyone looked at Zhang Yue like a demon god. The crowd immediately separated from both sides in an orderly manner.

Everyone lowered their heads and bowed their hands: "I have met Shizhong Gong!"

Zhang Yue then put away his ankles that were numb and even painful. Of course, in order to maintain his image, he lifted his ribbon as if nothing had happened, raised his head, and said to everyone: "Why are you so noisy? Is there any morality of a scholar?"

"Why are scholars? Don't you know?"

Zhang Yue walked forward with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice: "Scholars start with one, and end with ten, following one, pushing ten into one, so they are called scholars! Therefore, scholars should be examples in the world and make the examples of all people!"

"When you look at yourself carefully, can you be the example of the world? Can you be the rule of the people?"

Listening to Zhang Yueyi's righteous admonition, everyone lowered their heads in shame, especially the Legalists who always like to pay attention to order and hierarchy, all of them felt their faces were burning.

However, Zhang Yue looked at everyone and knew that things like pretending to behave, and he could not stop once it started.

Either be the king of force or not show off.

So, he said in a long voice: "Let's look at your clothes and see how you hold the book in your hand!"
To be continued...