"Yuan Hai."
"I've recently been reading Wang's Commentary on the Book of Rites, and there are some questions I haven't managed to work out. May I ask you?"
At that moment, Liu Yuan had gathered together with his fellow townsmen.
In fact, they were all his relatives.
At present, the Xiongnu who could enter the Imperial Academy were essentially all the sons of those few great commanders.
The commanders of the various Xiongnu divisions had played an enormous role in the civilization policy.
They were much more cooperative than the Qiang and Hu chieftains of Yongliang, perhaps because they had fallen in with Cao Wei earlier and had never possessed much real power themselves. Thus, they were unwilling to let such a fine opportunity slip away.
They had led their tribes in carrying out the many policies of renaming, changing customs, and intermarriage. The Northern Wei Xiaowen Reforms had been applied to the utmost among the Xiongnu.
With these upper-ranking nobles cooperating, implementation had proceeded swiftly throughout the divisions.
As for those at the top, they probably needed no further civilization. The Southern Xiongnu were already much like Li Hu and his people. Whether one looked at their names, listened to their fluent Bing Province speech, or considered their learning, where was there any need to civilize them?
Liu Xuan had married a daughter of a local great clan, while the others had studied under various famous scholars and could expound on the classics with perfect assurance.
Whenever they gathered to discuss things, they all spoke the Bing Province dialect...
Those who needed civilization were the people at the bottom. In the past, the Xiongnu nobles had deliberately suppressed their civilization, dressing themselves in brocade and enjoying the fine lives of the Central Plains' great clans while forbidding those beneath