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Chapter 173: The backward inheritance method

 Tai Shiling suppressed his anger and said loudly: "I heard that the Confucianists in Jiujiang collected all kinds of books at the price of one pound of gold and one pound of classics, the most of which were the national histories of various vassal states, and even planned to compile Xia, Shang, and Zhouquan

History, I am a historian, and I want to go to Jiujiang County and see how Confucianism compiled the history of the country!"

"Ah, historian!" Zhao Wen looked at Taishi Ling, whose beard was trembling with anger, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly. In his memory, the compilation of history seemed to have always been a Confucian thing, and he actually forgot that historians existed in this era.

But he still asked with doubts: "How many historians are there today, can they compile a national history?"

Taishi Ling's face suddenly felt embarrassed. The historian family has the least inheritance among the hundreds of schools. It can be said that it has always been passed down from father to son. Even if it has accepted the historians of the six countries now, there are only more than ten people, and some of them have been passed down over the years.

With the inheritance cut off, compiling the history of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties and the history of the 800 princes will definitely not be possible in a short time!

"There should be historians among the people. The Taishi Order can ask the cabinet to search for it. If there are a hundred historians, I can order all the historical materials collected by Jiujiang County to be sent over!"

Now Zhao Wen has remembered that the Historian family not only compiles history, but is also a hereditary Taishi order, and even the position in the history museum is passed down from generation to generation.

Thinking that history has never heard of historians compiling any classics, Zhao Wen looked at Taishi Ling with a cold expression: "If it cannot be done in a short time, I can ask Confucianism to dispatch disciples to help historians compile history books from various places!

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"No!" Tai Shiling's face turned red. He already understood in his heart that if there were not enough manpower to compile history books in a short period of time, the compilation of history in the future of the Qin Dynasty would have nothing to do with historians.

"The cabinet can help by asking the historians from other countries that it has accepted before to see if anyone is willing to spread the inheritance of the historian and teach a few more disciples!"

In Zhao Wen's view, historians still need to survive. After all, compiling history is an extremely professional matter, and there will be many jokes in Confucian history compilation in the future. Since the historian himself is unwilling to increase the number of people, he will force him to increase the number.

Of the hundreds of schools of thought, only a dozen or so still exist, and the others have long since disappeared into history. Faced with the inheritance being absorbed by Confucianism or spreading, he does not believe that Taishi Ling will continue to abide by the old rules.

"No!" Wang Wan stepped forward and responded, looking at Taishi Ling with a bit of contempt in his eyes. Only one person is passed down from generation to generation, monopolizing the compilation of national history as a hereditary issue within the family. Among hundreds of schools of thought,

But only one historian did this.

Seeing the Shi family, Zhao Wen thought of the other schools of thought. It seemed that except for the Mohist family, which had always been rejected, they all didn't like to recruit disciples.

Taoism became a faith after Huang Lao ruled the country, and its name also changed from Taoism to Taoism. Although it was related to several Taoist rebellions, the fact that there were too few disciples and it could not be passed down in the end was definitely the biggest reason.

"I have built the Jiujiang Academy in Jiujiang to teach Confucianism and Legalism. I will also build the same academy in the capital of Qin to expand the number of disciples studying Confucianism and Legalism. The cabinet can ask the scholars on my behalf whether they are willing to study in the capital of Qin.

Establish an academy and spread your family’s inheritance!”

"In the future, Da Qin will need more and more talents, and they will have to pass it on slowly by themselves. I am even worried that in a few years, hundreds of schools of thought will only have one name left in Da Qin!"

"If they are willing, I will provide the money to build the academy!"

All the ministers in the palace looked up at the same time, and some people's faces were obviously happy.

Confucianism and Legalism, which now dominates the civil servants of the Great Qin Dynasty, are naturally unwilling to expand the inheritance of hundreds of schools of thought. However, now that the emperor has spoken out, it is not something they can refuse, and they can only sigh secretly in their hearts.

Good luck to people.

For Zhao Wen, the basic knowledge in all academies in Da Qin will be to study Confucian and Legal texts, but after reaching a certain level, he can expand his knowledge.

It has been passed down by hundreds of schools of thought for so many years, so there must be merit.

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

As for Taoism, let alone it. Although it later became Taoism, turning Laozi and Zhuangzi from thinkers into religious figures, Zhao Wen will not forget that Huang Lao's learning and governing the country were equally glorious.

As a discipline, these precious knowledge are priceless treasures and should never be lost in your own hands!

Since arriving in Jiujiang, he has been trying to increase the number of scholars in this era. Until now, the largest group of people entering 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 prepare a plan and then implement it in an orderly manner according to the plan.

But the reality is that it has been almost a year since he came here, 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 or how old they are.

He walked lightly towards the outside of the palace with a look of indifference. In today's court meeting, not only did he overwhelm all the military nobles, but even many civil servants might have objections to him.

The Confucian and Legalist families had great difficulty in suppressing many people, but the establishment of academies by themselves was tantamount to letting these people do nothing in these years.

But Zhao Wen just wants to tell all civil and military people in this era that if they can't teach enough talents for him to choose, he will use his own methods to train them.

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.

We usually see a lot of table salt, most of which are black lumps. 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 were having a hard time eating salt, so he spent his own money to bring some salt from the south and sold it to the people of Qin at a low price!"

The steward of the Shaofu Farm shouted loudly. The Deputy Commander of the Shaofu had said that His Majesty had already spent the money, so everyone must know His Majesty's love for the people.

"Not to mention you, even I have never seen such good salt, but His Majesty brought it here and sold it at a low price. You are so lucky this time to have such a good thing happen to you!" the young man's steward said in his tone.

He was full of emotion, obviously he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"I wonder how much a pound of good salt like this costs?" a young man from afar asked loudly.

"It's the same as the black salt you usually use, forty copper coins per pound!" The steward of the young mansion said a price that was beyond everyone's imagination, and then said loudly: "But this is what your Majesty spends to feed the people at a low price.

, so each person can only buy one catty, and hoarding is never allowed!"

"Give me a pound!" A strong man at the front immediately said as quickly as possible.

"And me, I want a pound too!"

The news spread further and further, and after a while, everyone knew that His Majesty spent his own money to provide the best salt to the people at low prices. Who would want to miss such a good thing, and the young man in charge was immediately surrounded.


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