Chapter 141: Four sects and eight schools of thought, Barefoot Mozi.
In the midst of everyone's confusion and astonishment, Uncle Hei began to read out the second emperor's letter, and his old and steady voice resounded throughout the main hall of the Political Affairs Hall.
"Qin Gongjun's letter: Moved to Jingjian to be the chief historian and temporarily in charge of the affairs of the Zuosu Changfu; moved to Che Ying to be the general of Yueyang."
The contents of this Daojun book shocked the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty. Jing Jian and others knew it, but Qianlong, Du Zhi and others were shocked.
After all, Jing Jian was moved from Nei Shi to Zuo Shu Chief and Mansion Chief Shi, and his title was lowered by one level. And Zi Cheying was moved from Weiwei to General Yueyang, and his title was lowered by two levels.
From Ying Quliang's operations, it can be seen that all the old officials were promoted and made rich, but the upstarts who followed Ying Quliang were reviled.
The newly rich man was demoted. Qianlong and others were happy, but they felt inexplicable again.
For a moment, everyone was in a state of confusion. Huang smiled, knowing in his heart that the early arrangements had been basically completed.
Next, it is time for Ying Quliang to gradually implement and improve it. This will allow the old clans and others to relax their vigilance, and also give the new reformers time to take control of the place.
After taking a sip of white water, Huang's eyes were dark. He didn't care about the other people's stunned thoughts. His thoughts drifted to the distance. He could leave Yueyang.
At the end of the court meeting, a group of people were busy congratulating each other. A group of people were eerily quiet. Only Huang quietly sat in his seat, waiting for everyone to leave.
Entering the Mojia headquarters was, after all, a big deal, and it was risky. He had to inform Ying Quliang.
"National Preceptor, your Majesty has invited you!" After a moment, Uncle Hei walked out of the corridor and saluted Huang.
"Um."
Huang nodded, stood up and followed Uncle Hei through the corridor. At this time, Ying Quliang stood in the study with his hands behind his back.
"Your Majesty."
Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, Ying Quliang turned to look at Huang: "National Master, take a seat!"
Sitting aside, he smiled wildly and said, "Your Majesty, all the arrangements have been completed and only need to be refined. I am ready to leave Yueyang and go to the Mo family headquarters."
Hearing this, the smile on Ying Quliang's face faded slightly: "The Imperial Master has made a decision?"
"Um."
Nodding, Huang said: "I will die without regrets!"
Everyone has what they want to do and what they should do. Huang recognized his own heart. What he wanted was to be supreme in martial arts, not to leave a name in history.
Even becoming Qin Guoshi was only a preparation for his pursuit of martial arts.
Ying Quliang raised his head, stared at Huang, and after a while he said word by word: "The national division has suffered greatly, the Mohist family is different from others, so we should be cautious!"
"good."
Huang nodded, then turned and left.
Until Huang walked to the door of the Political Hall, Ying Quliang's solemn and solemn voice came: "If the Imperial Master leaves and never comes back..."
"Quliang is incapable now, but when the reform is successful, Quliang will personally avenge the imperial master. If Quliang cannot do it, he will leave his ancestral teachings to future generations of kings."
Hearing this, Huang paused. Ying Quliang's words made his heart warm, and then he turned around and smiled, with a bright smile.
"Thank you."
After that, he strode away.
It is a wonderful thing to have someone who cares about you while you are alive, and the same is true for today's Huang. Because of this, he did not hesitate to move his family to Yueyang.
Returning to the mansion, Huang walked into the third door, had a conversation with his parents, told Heijiu some words, and then returned to the study.
At this time, Feng Zheng and Xiang Lidu were waiting in the study room. They had all packed their luggage.
"lets go!"
Glancing at Yang, Huang said in a deep voice, "Contact the disciples of the Mohist School and ask them to lead the way for us."
"promise."
Half an hour later, Ku Huo arrived and saluted Huang: "National Master, please!"
"Thank you!"
Riding on horseback, they entered the western border of the Qin Kingdom. The group walked into the Shiwan Mountain. Mozi's disciple Kuhuo led the way, and they did not take a wrong path along the way.
Qinling.
It rises hundreds of miles away from the south bank of the Wei River, forming the first peak and valley. People all over the world call it Nanshan, and some people call it Shiwan Mountain.
Standing on the land of Qinling Mountains, Huang looked at the vast mountains. Feng Zheng on the side saw Huang stop and couldn't help but introduce him.
"The water flows in the world are separated from this southern mountain. Most of the rivers in the north flow into the big river, and most of the rivers in the south flow into the big river."
Feng Zheng took a sip of water, put the water bag away, and couldn't help but talk: "People at that time called the four large waters that entered the sea independently, namely the Dahe River, the Dajiang River, the Huai River, and the Jishui River."
"The tributaries of Sidu are called the Eight Streams, namely Weishui, Luoshui, Hanshui, Mianshui, Yingshui, Rushui, Sishui and Yishui."
"The four rivers and eight rivers all originate from famous mountains. The river flows from Kunlun, the river flows from Minshan, the Ji flows from Wangwu, and the Huai River flows from Tongbai."
"The Yishui River is the smallest among the eight rivers. It flows first into the Si River and then into the Huai River. It is a tributary of the river, but because it originates from Mount Tai, it is among the famous waters."
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Hearing Feng Zheng's words, Huang nodded. He knew in his heart that these four factions basically included most of the Central Plains.
Moreover, Chu Di was not included in it.
"It's a good place, easy to defend but hard to attack. Old Mozi is also a ruthless man..." Huang smiled, but he knew that the Qinling Mountains area at this time was purely a wilderness.
Mozi led the Mo family to hide here. No wonder everyone in the world cannot find it.
"Nanshan is a natural place of beauty. It is protected by mountains and rivers, and it is also built with Mohism's mechanical skills..." Xianglidu also spoke in agreement.
"The Mohist headquarters is built on the mountain. It contains 864 houses, 64 wells, more than 400 acres of cultivated land and many secret cave warehouses."
Xianglidu pondered for a moment and then said to Huang: "This also allows Mohist disciples to survive here without leaving the city."
"The headquarters is built solidly and practically and is densely covered with organs, making it difficult for even an elite army to approach!"
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Seeing Xianglidu telling the secrets of the Mo family to Huang in such a grand manner, Kuhuo's eyes were about to burst, and he wished he could immediately kill this young boy like Xianglidu.
"Ahem..."
After coughing a few times, Kuhuo reminded: "Xiangli is still in the Mo family, doesn't the Imperial Master think it's too much?"
"Haha, just curious."
After resting for a while, Huang followed Ku Huo to the Mo family headquarters. Since Huang was invited in this time, the Mo family did not expose the external defenses and secrets.
"My old friend came to visit, it's really bright..." An old laughter came, and the barefoot old man came quickly.
"Old Mozi, haven't you changed your habit of not wearing shoes yet?" Feng Zheng smiled and joked.
"Ha ha……"
Mozi laughed, and then looked at Huang and Xianglidu, only lingering briefly on Xianglidu, and finally fell on Huang.
Mozi also knew about Xianglidu, a rebellious disciple. The incident of Xianglidu caused an uproar in the Mo family.