Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 175 The Outdated Way of Inheritance

Tai Shiling suppressed his anger and said loudly: "I heard that the Confucianists collected all kinds of books at the price of one catty of gold and one catty of classics in Jiujiang, and the most of them were the national histories of various vassal states. They even planned to compile the complete histories of Xia, Shang, and Zhou. , I am a historian, and I want to go to Jiujiang County to see how Confucianism compiled the history of the country!"

"Ah, historians!" Zhao Wen looked at Tai Shiling, whose beard was trembling with anger, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly. He seemed to remember that compiling history had always been a Confucian affair, and he actually forgot that there were historians in this era.

However, he still asked with doubts: "How many historians are there today, can they compile a history of the country?"

Tai Shi Ling's face was suddenly embarrassed. Historians are the least inherited among the hundreds of schools. It can be said that they have always been passed down only from father to son. The inheritance is cut off, and if you want to compile the history of the Xia, Shang and Zhou kingdoms and the history of the eight hundred princes, it will definitely not be possible in a short time!

"There should be a legacy of historians among the people. Tai Shiling can ask the cabinet to search for it. If there are [-] historians, I can order all the historical materials collected by Jiujiang County to be sent over!"

Now Zhao Wen has recalled that historians are not only compiling history, but also hereditary Taishi Ling, and even the position in the history museum is passed down from generation to generation.

Thinking that he had never heard of any classics compiled by historians in history, Zhao Wen looked at Tai Shiling with a gradually cold expression: "If it can't be done in a short time, I can ask Confucianism to send disciples to help historians sort out history books everywhere!"

"No!" Tai Shiling blushed, he already understood in his heart that if he could not have enough manpower to compile history books in a short period of time, the compilation of history after the Great Qin Dynasty would have nothing to do with historians.

"The cabinet can help to ask the historians from other countries that have been accepted before to see if anyone is willing to spread the inheritance of the historians and teach a few more disciples!"

In Zhao Wen's view, historians still have to survive. After all, history compilation is a very professional thing, and there will be a lot of jokes in Confucian history compilation in the future. Since historians are unwilling to increase the number of people, they will force them to increase.

There are only a dozen schools of thought left in the world, and the others have already disappeared in history. Before the inheritance is absorbed or spread by Confucianism, he does not believe that Tai Shiling will continue to abide by the old rules.

"No!" Wang Wan stepped forward and responded, looking at Tai Shiling with a bit of contempt in his eyes. Only one person in a generation monopolizes the history of the country as hereditary in the family. But only one historian did so.

Seeing the historians, Zhao Wen thought of the other schools of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy. It seems that except for the Mo family, which has been rejected all the time, they are not very fond of recruiting disciples.

Taoism became a religion after Huang Lao ruled the country, and the name also changed from Taoism to Taoism. Although it was related to the Taoist rebellion several times, it was definitely the biggest reason because there were too few disciples to pass it on in the end.

"I built Jiujiang Academy in Jiujiang to teach Confucianism and Legalism, and I will build a similar academy in Qindu to expand the number of disciples who study Confucianism. The cabinet can ask all schools on my behalf if they would like to study in Qindu Establish an academy and spread your inheritance!"

"In the future, Daqin will need more and more talents, and they will only rely on their own inheritance. I am even worried that in a few years, there will only be one name left in Daqin!"

"If they are willing, I will pay for the construction of the academy!"

All the ministers in the hall looked up at the same time, and some of them were obviously happy.

To expand the inheritance of various schools of thought, Confucianism and Legalism, which now dominate the civil servants of the Great Qin Dynasty, are naturally unwilling, but now that the emperor has said it, it is not something they can refuse, and they can only sigh secretly in their hearts. man's good luck.

For Zhao Wen, the basic knowledge of all the academies in Daqin is to learn Confucianism and legal classics, but after reaching a certain level, he can spread his knowledge.

The hundred schools of thought have been passed down for so many years, and there must be merits.

For example, the Mohists removed some of their extreme thoughts, and brought back the knowledge of physics and chemistry, and even natural science knowledge, which can be learned by the Mohists.

Not to mention Taoism, although later it became a Taoist school, turning Laozi and Zhuangzi from thinkers into religious figures, but Zhao Wen will not forget that Huang Lao's learning to govern the country was equally brilliant.

As a theory, these precious knowledge are priceless treasures, and should never be lost in one's own hands!

Since arriving in Jiujiang, he has been trying to increase the number of scholars in this era. Up to now, the largest group of scholars who have entered the court are actually the scholars he brought from the Ming Dynasty.

As a modern person, Zhao Wen naturally thought of asking the cabinet to formulate a plan, and then implement it in an orderly manner according to the plan.

But the reality is that he has been here for almost a year, and he still doesn't know how many people there are, let alone how many fields there are, and he doesn't even know how many officials there are, and how old these officials are.

He walked lightly and calmly towards the outside of the palace. Today's court meeting not only suppressed all the military nobles, but even many civil servants may have opinions on him.

Confucianism and Legalism managed to suppress many people with great difficulty, but the establishment of an academy by themselves is tantamount to letting these people do nothing for nothing all these years.

But Zhao Wen just wanted to tell all the civil and military people of this era that if they couldn't teach enough talents for him to choose, he would use his own methods to cultivate them.

And outside Shaofu farms in various places, a large cart of snow-white salt was released together with pumpkins, which immediately stunned all the people who saw it.

"My lord, do you think this is table salt?" An old man asked hesitantly.

You see a lot of table salt on weekdays, most of which are black lumps, but no one has ever seen this kind of snow-white table salt.

"That's right, His Majesty the Second Emperor thought that the people in the world had a hard time eating salt, so he bought some salt from the south with his own money, and sold it to the people of Qin at a low price!"

The stewards in the Shaofu farm yelled loudly, but the deputy commander of the Shaofu said that His Majesty has already spent the money, so everyone must know His Majesty's love for the people.

"Not to mention you guys, even I have never seen such good salt, but His Majesty brought it here and sold it at a low price. You are lucky this time, and you have encountered such a good thing!" The manager of the Shaofu said in a tone Full of emotion, obviously did not expect such a thing to happen.

"I don't know how much such good salt sells for a catty?" A young man in the distance asked loudly.

"It's the same as the black salt you usually use, forty copper coins a catty!" The steward of the Shaofu said a price beyond everyone's imagination, and then said loudly: "But this is what His Majesty paid for the people to eat at a low price. , so each person can only buy one catty, no hoarding is allowed!"

"Give me a catty!" A burly man squeezed in the front immediately said at the fastest speed.

"And me, I want a catty too!"

The news spread farther and farther. After a while, everyone knew that His Majesty spent money to provide the people with the best salt at a low price. Who would miss such a good thing?

(End of this chapter)