GBP Chapter 1242 Laughing Zhang, would I be afraid of an old man like him?
Chapter 1242 Laughing Zhang, would I be afraid of an old man like him?
The thought of his mother-in-law looking at Lao Deng with utter disdain and interrogating him about which concubine he planned to give to Zhou Botong immediately energized Yang Shaofeng.
"Ice and Fire Island is fictional, but there are countless islands overseas. What if there is one that is just like Ice and Fire Island?"
"As for the Condor Hero, Little Dragon Girl, and Master Guo and Madam Huang, the famous Miss Guo, don't rush to write their stories. Wait until I finish this book before I start writing their stories."
At this point, Yang Shaofeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Zhu Laosi and said, "Instead of waiting for me to finish writing this 'Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber' before slowly writing the next one, why don't I tell Your Highness the outline of the story, and Your Highness personally take over this 'Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber', while I go and write that 'Return of the Condor Heroes' first?"
As long as you, Zhu Laosi, dare to take over, I dare to give you the author's attribution rights.
Of course, the plaque on your father's side will also be transferred along with the authorship rights.
Let's see if you, Zhu Laosi, can take a beating.
Although Zhu Laosi at this time was a far cry from the level of the Yongle Emperor, and his eyes were like those of a college student, clear yet revealing a hint of naive foolishness, after seeing how Yang Shaofeng had tricked so many people, Zhu Laosi still instinctively became wary.
"I won't take it on; it's fine to just wait and see."
"Brother-in-law, take your time writing. I promise I won't rush you."
"Oh, right, Xu Da just said he wanted to come over and have some fun. Brother-in-law, you can write this down first, and I'll come over later to get you some tea."
"..."
As Zhu Laosi spoke, he walked out, not caring what he was actually saying.
Yang Shaofeng could only sigh helplessly, then turned his head and picked up his pen to arrange a new confidante and plot for Lao Deng.
Oh, and we also need to arrange a storyline involving Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying, so that the mother-in-law can laugh at Old Deng's history of being a simp.
What?
You said Lao Deng has never been to Qingniu Valley, doesn't know anything about mushroom poison soup, and doesn't have that many female confidantes?
Who cares?
As the saying goes, a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. I will arrange for hundreds of thousands of copies to be printed and published in the Ming Dynasty newspaper, which will be equivalent to repeating the lie hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of times.
When the truth becomes false and the false becomes true, who wouldn't suspect that Old Deng had been to Ice and Fire Island and Green Ox Valley?
If he had never been to Qingniu Valley, how would he have known Chang Yuchun?
Why would someone who could bring his brother-in-law to rob people on the road bow down to Monk Zhu, and why would he betroth his eldest sister to Zhu Biao so early? At that time, Monk Zhu had not yet become the emperor.
It must be because Qingniu Valley owes Monk Zhu a life.
Well, the logic in the novel is barely plausible, and the logic in reality is also roughly correct.
It's decided then and there.
Just as people in later generations don't really care whether Hong Xuanye's father was Huang Taiji or Hong Taiji, and they don't care whether Hong Xuanye and Bumbutai were mother and son or grandfather and son, everyone just adds fuel to the fire with the mentality of watching a melon.
The common people of the Ming Dynasty wouldn't care whether Lao Deng actually stole a cow from Huangjue Temple or not—after all, stories of him stealing cows had always circulated among the people, and the Woniu Mountain, which can be found anywhere, is solid evidence of this mentality.
As for how to deal with Old Deng's retaliation after it's published?
What a joke! Would I, an old man like Deng, be afraid of him?
With my mother-in-law protecting me above, Yang Baobei guarding me below, and Jin'er and Yu'er standing in front of me in the middle, how could an old scoundrel like him possibly have the right to retaliate against me?
……
Yang Shaofeng was frantically fabricating a dark history for Emperor Zhu, while the officials of the Imperial Observatory who had come to Xinming Island with the fleet were going crazy as a group.
"It doesn't match at all!"
"No, that's not right either. It's not that they don't match at all, but rather that they're completely opposite!"
"What the hell are we going to do?!"
An official, clutching his official hat with his left hand and his hair with his right, cried out in anguish, "The closer we get to Xinming Island, the greater the deviations in celestial phenomena, climate, and timing will become. Once we reach Xinming Island, won't the calendar and solar terms be completely reversed?"
"The key point is that this has nothing to do with the lunar calendar or the solar calendar, and there is no way to use the solar terms to make up for the lunar calendar."
"The only solution is to divide the calendar."
"The Ming Dynasty uses one calendar system, but Xinming Island needs to rebuild another calendar system."
"..."
A female official in official robes remained silent, gazing absently at the distant sea.
The calendar cannot tolerate the slightest error. Once it is wrong, it cannot guide the farming season, and the result of the chaotic farming season is that it affects the harvest.
Not to mention the officials of the Imperial Observatory, even if all the civil and military officials in the court were combined, they still wouldn't be able to bear this responsibility.
However, as Deputy Supervisor Hu said, the calendar, solar terms, and climate on Xinming Island are different from those of the Ming Dynasty. The only solution is to use a different calendar.
Even the Ming Dynasty itself had to find a way to readjust the calendar—the solar terms observed in Jiangnan and Liaodong were slightly different, so how could the solar terms in Liaodong and the Western Regions be the same?
The goal was to achieve a unified calendar across the entire Ming Dynasty without disrupting agricultural seasons in any region...
Only when the outline of land gradually began to appear in the distance did the female official smile helplessly.
This is not a problem that can be solved by building more observatories, nor by recruiting more people for the Imperial Observatory.
The only option is to make minor adjustments to the Ming Dynasty's local calendar by region, while other places outside the Ming Dynasty, especially places like Xinming Island, will have their own separate calendars!
"Dividing the calendar".
The female official looked solemnly at the group of officials from the Imperial Observatory and said, "After we arrive at Xinming Island, we will follow the Prince Consort's arrangements. Once we can ensure our safety, we will find a place to build an observatory."
"If the historical records are correct, Xinming Island should be extremely large, and building three or five observatories would not be a problem."
"While the Prince Consort is leading his men to clear out Xinming Island, let's first determine the celestial phenomena observed here, and verify them with the celestial phenomena we observed on the mainland of Ming. Then we can revise a calendar suitable for Xinming Island."
At this point, the female official took another deep breath and said, "If, and I mean if, the calendar and solar terms on Xinming Island are opposite to those on the mainland of the Ming Dynasty, then it means that when it is the dead of winter on the mainland of the Ming Dynasty, it is the sweltering heat of summer on Xinming Island. And when we set foot on Xinming Island in a few days, it should be the coldest time on Xinming Island."
"Gentlemen, our preparations may still be insufficient."
"At the very least, the preparations for winter are inadequate."
As soon as the female official finished speaking, the expressions of the officials in the Imperial Observatory changed drastically.