Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

Xiang Liang took Xiang Yu all the way to the north, and schools were being built in full swing in various regions of the Great Qin Dynasty.

But Wang Ying was hiding in the Marquis of Wucheng's mansion and didn't dare to see anyone at all.

Half a month later, Wu Chenghou's mansion.

"Marquis Chang'an, it's not good for you to stay behind closed doors all this time!"

Wang Ying was reviewing official documents in the study when he saw Li Si appear at the door.

Seeing this, Wang Ying showed helplessness, but still stood up and cupped his hands: "I don't know that Prime Minister Li is coming.

"This Marquis has a long way to go, and I hope to forgive my sin."

Li Si snorted dissatisfiedly: "Don't say that you are welcome, if you can allow Zhenxiang to enter the Marquis of Wucheng's mansion, then you will be satisfied!"

Wang Ying couldn't help looking at Wang Jian, his eyes full of puzzlement.

No, grandfather, why did you let Li Si in?

Didn't I say that no one will see me?

Noticing Wang Ying's gaze, Wang Jian shrugged his shoulders and pouted his lips backwards.

Wang Ying followed the trend and saw seventy or eighty old men crossing the backyard hand in hand and coming towards Shu's "four three three" room.

Wang Ying was numb all over.

"No, why are there so many people!"

Wang Jian said helplessly: "Why do you think grandfather can't stop him?"

"Too many people!"

"Confucianism, Mohism, farmers, almost all schools of thought came."

"Ben Houben was going to close the door to reject customers, but who would have thought that dozens of old men in their 70s and 80s squatted at the door for two days and two nights.

"If they die in front of our house, then our Marquis of Wucheng's mansion will have a lot of fun!"

Wang Jian said with a look of emotion: "This group of people is no better than Benhou!"

Wang Jian asked himself that the skill of hob meat had reached the full level.

But Wang Jian never expected that these old men, intellectuals, and sages of a generation who were honored by many people as "sons" were even more flesh-and-blood than him.

Don't talk about your face, you don't even want your life!

The corner of Wang Ying's mouth twitched slightly, and he cupped his hands helplessly: "You don't have to do this, do you?"

Yun Lan smiled and cupped her hands: "Is this the Marquis of Chang'an in person?"

"A certain is Yun Lan, the current great son of the Mo family, who met the Marquis of Chang'an."

"In order to meet the Marquis of Chang'an, it is worth waiting a few more days."

However, Qi Zhe took a step forward and crossed Yunlan, cupped his hands and said: "A certain is Qi Zhe, the current big son of the Mo family, who has met the Marquis of Chang'an."

"Qi has long admired the craftsmanship of the Marquis of Chang'an, and I can finally see it today."

"Now I know that it is better to meet each other than to be famous!"

Zou Yan snorted and said: "The Mo family should first distinguish who is the Juzi, and then answer the Marquis of Chang'an."

"One Mohist, three giants, the school has not yet reached an agreement, how dare you come to Marquis Wucheng's mansion?"

"Zou Yan, the leader of the Yin-Yang Family, has met the Marquis of Chang'an!"

Several Confucian elders showed embarrassment.

Mohism is only divided into three major sects, with three towns.

But Confucianism is divided into eight major schools and thirty-two minor schools, which is much more exaggerated than Mohism.

We seriously doubt that you are connoting Confucianism, and we have proof!

Seeing a group of old men who were about to quarrel, Wang Ying suddenly felt a headache.

Why does he keep closing the door to thank guests, isn't it just to avoid this situation?

In the end, it still didn't pass.

Wang Ying could only interrupt the anger of the elders, and said with a right hand: "Everyone has come from afar, the Marquis of Wucheng's mansion must not lose its etiquette."

"Also please move forward."

Zou Yan smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you!"

When the guests and hosts were seated in the main hall, Wang Ying said in a loud voice: "Tie Dun, bring me the tea leaves that this Marquis has collected, and make tea for you sages.

During the conversation, Wang Ying smiled warmly and said: "You sages can taste the Wen tea leaves studied by Ben Hou.

Taking a sip of the tea in the ceramic cup, Yun Lan nodded with a smile: "Yun is also a tea lover."

"From time to time, disciples will be sent to Yingyang Company to buy tea."

"However, Yingyang Company's tea stock is too small, and it is difficult to satisfy hunger at all."

"Now that I have tasted the tea leaves treasured by the Marquis of Chang'an, I'm afraid Yun will miss it even more."

The others couldn't help looking at Yun Lan with disdain.

lick!

Just lick hard!

You are a giant of the Mo family, can you show some face?

Wang Ying said with a cheerful smile: "It is my honor to be praised by Yun Juzi."

"Tie Dun, go get some tea, and give each sage two taels later."

Yun Lan and the others cupped their hands overjoyed: "If that's the case, I'll thank Marquis Chang'an in advance!"

The other elders also hurriedly laughed and cupped their hands.

"Thank you Marquis Chang'an!"

face?

How many Qin Banliangs are they worth?

If given the chance, they want to lick it too!

Wang Ying, Yun Lan and the others chattered about and talked about business.

Wang Ying was not in a hurry at all, and even avoided the topic on purpose.

But a quarter of an hour later, Yun Lan and the others couldn't bear it anymore.

Finally, after drinking a cup of Chinese tea, Yun Lan asked a question unintentionally.

"Yun heard that His Majesty is planning to build a large number of schools in the territory of Daqin, and even handed over the compilation of textbooks to the Marquis of Chang'an?"

Wang Ying sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, we still have to talk about it.

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Wang Ying nodded his head.

"What Yun Juzi said is true."

"Recently, the Marquis of Japan is thinking about how to compile textbooks."

The eyes of all the elders instantly became hot.

"Marquis of Chang'an, Yun thought that the craftsmanship of my Mo family can be included in this textbook. Now Daqin needs a lot of craftsmen such as stone rollers, so that the dolls can keep up with the construction of Daqin by making crafts from elementary school!"

"The craftsmanship of the Mohist school is not important, Qi believes that the Mohist thought of both love and non-gong should appear in the curriculum... Guan

"What the two giants said is not true, the important thing is character. Some people think that "The Analects of Confucius" should be added to the curriculum."

"These are all secondary. I focused on farming and fighting in the Great Qin Dynasty, and I secretly thought that the courses should be based on my farm.

"Great Qin really puts emphasis on farming and war. With farming, can there be no war? The theory of my military strategist should be learned by all the children in the world!"

Those who can come here are all the leaders of various schools of thought.

Who doesn't want to spread their own theories more widely?

Who doesn't want their school to occupy the world like Confucianism and Mohism in the past?

But now, Daqin organizes the construction of Daqin Academy, and the imperial court pays for lectures and enlightenment for all children.

This is undoubtedly the best opportunity for evangelism of all schools.

Leaders of all schools know it well.

If they can take the initiative in the school courses, even if their school has only three or two big cats and kittens, they can quickly become the number one school in Daqin.

But if you can't catch this train, even the most prominent school today will quickly become unknown, or even disappear in smoke!

For the sake of prosperity, for survival, a group of great sages who are usually honored as "sons" are now fighting like a vegetable seller in a vegetable market.

Even Li Si, who had been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, looked at Wang Ying with some trepidation.

"Marquis of Chang'an, my Great Qin is now ruled by the Legalists."

"In the curriculum, why should the law be the main thing?"

As soon as Li Si opened his mouth, everyone 5.5 immediately felt a great sense of threat.

Because what Li Si said is correct, the current national policy of Daqin is Legalism!

Instead of endlessly arguing with a hundred schools of thought, it is better to beware of legalism taking all.

Facing the scorching gazes of all the old men, Wang Ying put down the teacup in his hand and smiled slightly.

"Don't fight anymore?"

"You should also understand that it is useless to argue."

"There are hundreds of schools of thought in Daqin now, and if we subdivide the schools, there are more than 800 schools."

"However, the students only study for three years, and the curriculum is even more limited. It is impossible to accommodate all the thoughts of more than 800 schools."

"In this way, the Marquis must choose among various factions."

Hearing these words, the hearts of all the elders went straight to their throats.

For Wang Ying, this is just a simple choice.

It is a matter of adding a sum and subtracting a sum.

But for them, it is related to the rise and fall of a theory!.