Daqin: When I return from sea, I will offer you a map of the world

Chapter 519 His Royal Highness the Grandson looks so much like His Majesty!

"Let's go... let's go... It's just that the governor won't be too hard on this child." Wang Jian squinted his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"It's just that the Peacock Kingdom is thousands of miles away and it's difficult to raise troops. Has Your Highness figured out how to persuade the officials?" Wang Jian asked.

"The Hangmao Military Mansion is controlled by Gu alone, and it can be mobilized without Tiger Talisman. As for the expenditure of money and food, Gu has already persuaded Zhi Li Neishi. In this case, why does Gu still need to persuade hundreds of officials?" Zhao Si smiled after hearing this.

"We have to hold a court meeting to inform them. We can't let hundreds of officials find out later. They won't find out until the army moves out." Wang Jian said.

"I am planning to hold a court meeting to inform you and do some things together." Zhao Si said with a smile.

"Since His Highness has already taken care of it, I won't say any more." Wang Jian nodded after hearing this.

"The political affairs in the palace are complicated, and it is inconvenient for me to stay for a long time. After I convene the court meeting, I will personally see Wang Li off." Zhao Sizhi said with a disciple's ceremony.

Wang Jian nodded, and Wang Li bowed to see off the guests.

Until Zhao Si's figure disappeared, a trace of trance flashed in Wang Jian's eyes. He wiped the corners of his eyes with his withered knuckles a few times. There was no trace of eye droppings, but his eyes were still cloudy.

That's... an instinct derived from blood.

After all, these are the issues that top academic leaders value most. The upper echelons often lead the way. The academic leaders care about these issues, and the scholars at the lower levels will also rush to discuss them, eager to fight against the old officials and the Legalists.

The grandfather and grandson actually don't spend a lot of time together.

"You have to be just in case, right? Something went wrong. I'm not asking you to do anything, but at least you have to bring the ship back." Wang Jian sighed.

"It looks more and more like..." Wang Jian said quietly.

"Your Highness and His Majesty?" Wang Li was stunned for a moment, and the majestic figure of the First Emperor appeared in his mind.

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What is warm-up? It is nothing more than a public opinion offensive.

"Isn't my grandson going to supervise the army? Isn't it Huailihou's job to lead the troops in battle?" Wang Li asked.

Similarly, in the eyes of many people, there is a clear difference in the personalities of the grandfather and grandson.

At that time, Zhao Si issued an order to recruit talents and opened schools. Scholars from all over the world gathered in Xianyang. It can be said that all intellectual talents in the world gathered in the pass.

However, Zhao Si first appeased the group of old officials, and then publicly stated that he would not abandon the legal officials in the pass. While releasing the bamboo slips to appease people's hearts, the group of old officials were able to settle down.

"If you have the time, you might as well think carefully about how to carry out the errands entrusted to you by His Highness when you go overseas, and think about how to use troops against the Peacock Kingdom..." Wang Jian laughed and cursed.

Even though his little friend is no longer what he used to be and has suddenly become the crown prince of Great Qin, he still has a friendship and is quite close to him.

The methods of this pair of grandfather and grandson are never brutal, but they always do what they have to do to the letter.

However, in Wang Jian's eyes, at certain times, the behavior of the grandfather and grandson were simply carved from the same mold.

In comparison, Zhao Si?

Compared with the pressure brought by the First Emperor, Wang Li was obviously much more comfortable getting along with Zhao Si.

"Your Highness and Your Majesty, they look more and more alike..." Wang Jian smiled, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes.

At the same time, Zhao Si, as the top leader, took the initiative to turn public opinion to the Peacock Kingdom's detention of the Qin envoy.

The picture that emerged in Wang Li's mind seemed much gentler.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

No matter right or wrong, never look forward or backward.

Time... flies quietly.

It was so unsightly and powerful.

All it takes is to turn the original assessment of the recruitment order into a propositional composition.

At their core, these grandfather and grandson are exactly the same.

"What's becoming more and more similar?" Wang Li scratched his head and asked.

Without interference, public opinion focused on condemning old officials and the manifestations of Legalism and various academic schools.

Start by discussing the Peacock Kingdom's seizure of the Qin envoy and how to deal with it, and describe in detail the other party's immorality...

"That's all, go to the study with Dad..."

Besides, no matter what his friends say, they never have a straight face in front of him.

"This... the difference is too big..." Wang Li muttered with his lips pursed.

The more readers there are... the circulation of news and the enthusiasm for discussion will naturally increase accordingly, and there will naturally be soil for the fermentation of public opinion.

For juniors like Wang Li, who faced the First Emperor at his peak when he was born, he felt that Alexander was respectful and did not dare to go beyond him in the slightest.

This is not difficult for Zhao Si...

"What can you see?" Wang Jian shook his head and laughed.

Just like he took it for granted that the purpose of convening a court meeting was to inform the ministers, rather than to discuss with them.

Zhili Neishi has already begun mobilizing food and grass, and Zhao Si is also making warm-up preparations for sending troops to the Peacock Kingdom.

Just like, if he is determined about something, he will do everything possible to implement it.

Wang Li nodded, supported Wang Jian and walked towards the study.

In this era, it is not an exaggeration to say that the examination for recruitment is comparable to the college entrance examination.

Open-book exams and essays, under the guidance of Zhao Si, the main content of public opinion instantly turned into condemning the Peacock Kingdom.

This is also a means of deflecting conflicts.

As hundreds of schools of thought gathered in Xianyang, the disciples of hundreds of schools of thought and the old officials would inevitably form an incompatible situation if they were not interfered with.

There is no need to say much about the loyalty of the old officials. After being appeased by Zhao Si, they may not take the initiative to stir up trouble, but this does not mean that all schools of thought will settle down.

Zhao Si didn't want to intensify the conflict. He was waiting for truly important people from various schools of thought to come to Xianyang.

Before that, he did not want the contradiction between the old officials and the various schools of thought to intensify.

It's funny to say...the old officials now hold real power in their hands and control the pass, with knives in their hands. On the contrary, this group was calmed down easily by Zhao Si, and they even swallowed their anger.

The most clamoring ones, who wanted to fight immediately, were defenseless.

From the perspective of the development of the times, Zhao Si wanted to preserve the orthodoxy of the hundreds of schools, give them a ladder for promotion, and bring them into the rule of the Qin Dynasty.

"But this does not mean that they can control Gu and let him attack the old officials in the pass and do things that will hurt his relatives and make his enemies happy." Zhao Si put on his coat and looked at the heavy snow falling in the sky with a faint look.

"There are indeed many stubborn people among the old officials, but I don't know how to do things that are punished without being taught, I don't know how to do it on anyone, let alone do boring things like killing chickens to scare monkeys. In the eyes, there is no difference between the old officials, the new officials, or even the various schools of thought.

Whoever can act according to Gu's will and who can comply with Gu's will will be able to survive. "Zhao Si looked back at Jizhu who had a puzzled face and said.

"It's like opening a school room alone... whether it's throwing excrement or insulting someone, it doesn't hurt to tolerate it out of righteous indignation.

But if they force each other with death, go against the grain, force the palace, or commit assassination, the outcome will be completely different. "

"But if this happens... people in the world will inevitably have resentment in their hearts..." Ji Zhou said. "People of the world? Who among them can represent the people of the world? Old officials, new officials, Legalists, Confucians? Or who?" Zhao Si sneered.

"None of them can represent the people of the world!" Zhao Si said in a serious tone.

"The real people in the world are digging for food in the soil. They don't have that much time to write books and discuss the government..." Zhao Si said quietly.

No matter the old officials or the new officials, or even the hundreds of schools of thought, no one can represent the people of the world.

Because in this era, the real people in the world don’t even know the words.

"So Jizhu, Gu doesn't care what they think. Gu will change the system. Those who are willing to comply with Gu under Gu's rule will survive. Those who are unwilling will be abandoned. Those who dare to resist will be killed by Gu. Die." Zhao Si said.

"What you think is not important, what you do is important. If you can defeat me, you will do what they say. If you can't defeat me, you will have a great scholar to interpret the scriptures for you...

Sometimes, in order to survive, they are more flexible than you think. "Zhao Si smiled.

"But after all, they..." Ji Zhou scratched his head.

"All books in the world come from hundreds of schools of thought. Although Guizhou is a vast country...but they are the examples for the people of the world...I have been studying recently. The Mohist family is the model for craftsmen, while the farmers are the model for farmers..." Ji Porridge said.

"What you want to say is that although there are many heads of state in the world, it is those people who can really control the world, right?" Zhao Si smiled and turned to look at Jizhu.

Ji Zhou nodded...

Jizhou is the prince of the Huns...

A man of noble birth like him never needs to care about what the people at the bottom think.

The nobles on the grassland have always been like this. Real warriors will only be born among the nobles.

The only people he needed to unite with were the tribal leaders.

Strictly speaking, the Xiongnu's class solidification was more serious than that of the Qin Dynasty.

Yes, the Huns value warriors, but when will warriors be born among those lower-class people who don’t even have enough to eat?
"Jizhu, do you really think that the fate of the Huns is always under your control?" Zhao Si smiled and looked at Jizhu.

"Isn't it like this? We lead them to herd, select pastures, hunt, fight, and offer sacrifices... It's like this every year, and it's been like this for generations." Ji Zhou said.

"Jizhu, have you ever thought about why the Huns are fighting every year, all the time, and never stop fighting?" Zhao Si asked.

Ji Zhou was stunned when he heard the sound and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Because the barren grassland cannot feed so many Huns, even if these low-class people don't eat much...

The more extravagant you are, the more frequent wars become.

Is it cold in the desert in winter? "Zhao Si asked.

Ji Zhou nodded silently.

"Yes, even you feel cold, how can these Huns survive? So in the last warm time of the year, when the water and grass are the most abundant, and the cattle and sheep are the strongest, the Huns have to think in advance how to survive the cold. winter.

There are too many people...too many...too little food, and too few things to keep out the cold. If it is divided equally among everyone, then everyone will die in this cold winter, so some people have to die. , only in this way can the remaining people survive.

You claim to be in control of their destiny, but do you dare to execute the extra people with your own hands before winter comes? Execution them with your own hands, or drive them out, as long as the calculation is accurate enough, theoretically speaking, it is more cost-effective than launching a war with unknown outcome. Can you do it, Jizhu? "Zhao Si asked.

Ji Zhou heard the sound, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to realize something.

The fate of the Huns was to die with honor in war.

This is a saying that has been circulating for some time.

In the clear air of autumn, when the water and grass are at their most abundant, when the cattle and sheep are at their fattest, the Huns will die with glory.

From slaves to nobles, the Huns rarely died well.

Because they have to fight frequently and either be annexed or annex others, they need the most powerful leader.

So Mao Dun killed his grandfather Tou Man, and no one thought there was anything wrong.

Such things are not uncommon on the grasslands...

There is no room for propriety, justice and shame here, or in other words, a curse is the limit.

The Huns' tribe could only survive if it remained strong.

So when Touman was young, he kept annexing to become a Chanyu. When he was old, he could neither defeat Donghu nor dare to attack Yueshi. His invasion of Qin was repeatedly frustrated, so his death was inevitable.

Even Ji Porridge doesn’t feel like there’s anything wrong with it.

He even felt that this was fate, not only for his grandfather Touman, but also for his father Maodun, and even for himself.

When they are no longer strong and unable to lead their people to victory, they will be abandoned.

However, after Zhao Si spoke, Jizhu realized something.

The truth is actually very simple...

They are the bottom people who never appear in his eyes.

Without annexation, they would not survive this winter.

As the rulers of tribes, they can squeeze, but they cannot massacre and drive away their own tribesmen without reason.

Therefore, either let them die in the war, even if it is a failure, there will be fewer people, and they can survive this winter.

Or, just win and get a lot of loot.

Behind the wars again and again, it is just the people at the bottom who want to continue their lives.

"So Gu is not actually hostile to the Huns... Judging from the situation, the lower class of the Xiongnu are the same as the leaders of the Qin Dynasty. They are all just for the poor living people." Zhao Si sneered.

"What's the difference? Counting back, the Huns once lived in the Central Plains. Even the barbarians Rongdi, most of them were descendants of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors... The reason why the Huns are Huns is not because they were born as Huns, but because they were born as Huns. Because they were born in the Xiongnu." Zhao Si patted Ji Zhou's shoulder.

"The Xiongnu did not have the rich land in the Central Plains. To live here, they must pick up the sword in their hands." Jizhu clenched his fists.

"You are wrong. What I want to tell you is not that Da Qin and the Xiongnu will eventually fight." Zhao Si shook his head.

"I cannot represent the people of the world, and you cannot represent the Huns either."

"What problem can killing solve? Even if the descendants of the Xiongnu are cut off, this land will still be so barren. There will always be poor people who can't survive and come to this land again, and then establish a new tribe. Of course, maybe They were no longer called Huns at that time...but it will always be the case, and it won't solve any problems."

The love and hatred between the Central Plains and the nomadic people can be said to last for thousands of years.

It was not until the appearance of the Maxim machine gun that they became good at singing and dancing.

But in fact this sentence is wrong... If they can't survive, ten thousand Maxim machine guns will not stop them from dying.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is still due to the improvement of productivity.

Zhao Si patted Jizhu's shoulder.

"When you encounter difficulties, you have to use your brain..."

(End of this chapter)