My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 351

Jin County.

Zhang Si, the county lieutenant, was wearing armor and led a hundred soldiers of the Qin army to surround the county magistrate's mansion.

Following Zhang Si's order.

After a few crisp sounds of gold and iron clashing, the heavy bronze Changge violently knocked on the gate of the county magistrate's mansion.

Zhang Si was about to order a group of Qin troops to file in and arrest Wu Qiu, the county magistrate, when Wu Qiu, the county magistrate of Jin County, appeared in front of him.

Wu Qiu was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a retro wooden high crown popular in the Spring and Autumn Period on his head, which was wrapped around a headscarf and fixed, and held a bright sword in his hand, two feet long in Qin Dynasty.

Behind him are a group of Confucian students who are dressed like Wu Qiu and serve as officials in the county magistrate's mansion.

These Confucian disciples were old and young, and some looked resolute, some panicked, and some looked death at home.

Most of their obliquely attached swords are stable, while a few are trembling.

"Wu county magistrate, what kind of trouble is this?"

County lieutenant Zhang Si raised his hand to stop Qin Jun who was about to shoot after pulling his bow and stringing it.

"The Lord Sheriff doesn't want the order of County Magistrate Wu, he just wants to drive County Magistrate Wu out of Han.

"Magistrate Wu, for the sake of working with me, I would like to advise you not to make mistakes."

For Zhang Si, these words are definitely earnest.

The military generals of the state of Qin put emphasis on military merit first, and Wu Qiu and others made such a posture of disobedience. If it were put on him when he first came to Jin County, Zhang Siding would have directly shot and killed him for military merit.

Now, Zhang Si slightly couldn't bear it.

Since the great Confucian Wu Qiu came to Jin County, Jin County has been improving for the naked eye.The orders issued by Xinzheng before were all to obey the county magistrate, and Zhang Si still recognized Wu Qiu.

"Master Zhang, the changes in Jin County have been witnessed by all since he became the county magistrate in autumn. No mistakes have been made this autumn. With just one transfer order, he will be appointed as the magistrate in autumn. This..."

"Magistrate Wu."

Zhang Si raised his hand and waved it forward.

Fifty Qin soldiers' sharp arrows were set on the strings. They grabbed the feathers at the end of the arrows and opened their bows like a full moon.

bouncing bouncing~
The sound of the bowstring tightening was like a reminder, which made the faces of a dozen Confucian scholars change drastically.

clang clang clang~
Four of them couldn't even hold their long swords and fell to the ground.

Zhang Si looked stern.

"Si is a soldier and only obeys the orders of the superior. Your words have nothing to do with Si."

He takes a step back.

"Go, or die."

Being pointed at by fifty arrows, Wu Qiuhun showed no signs of fear.

He looked back suddenly, his white hair was fluttering, and he shouted loudly:
"pick it up!"

"only."

"only."

"only."

"……only!"

The three Confucian scholars gritted their teeth and picked up the long sword.

The last Confucian scholar hesitated and choked up a little.

But he still complied, very loudly, and picked up the long sword.

"Should I regret abandoning brother Chunyu and go away, regret not going to Xuanniao Hall. Thieves can destroy my body, but not my heart!"

Wu Qiu looked back, with a determined face, he stepped forward and charged forward, brazenly raising his sword!
"There is no way in the world, martyrdom!"

He shouted, his old, thin figure was unusually tall in the eyes of the Confucian scholars.

The old man's voice also seemed so sacred.

A group of Confucian scholars were a little obsessed, a little dazzled, and a little excited.

Right now.

"put."

A word without emotion.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
The unstoppable sharp arrows of the body shot out towards the old sword holder, and all the enhanced version of the rainstorm pear blossom needles pierced Wu Qiu's body.

The figure of the old man rushing forward immediately retreated endlessly, but was shot back to its original position by the force of the fifty arrows, and fell among the crowd of Confucian scholars.

Blood stained the Confucian shirt red.

A group of Confucian scholars were frightened.

Their blood is no longer boiling, their passion is no longer surging, they want to blurt out, and their belief in martyrdom along with the Great Confucianism is no longer firm.

Wu Qiu, who was lying on the ground, was covered with arrows in front of him, and the turban wrapped around the wooden crown was also shot by the arrows, causing the heavy and ancient wooden crown to fall off his head and fall to the ground.

Zhang Si glanced at Wu Qiu who was shot like a hedgehog, but his chest was still heaving.Thinking of Wu Qiu's contribution to Jin County, he originally wanted the Qin army to enter the county magistrate's mansion behind him and hand over the long swords of these Confucian scholars.

Stepping forward, his eyes suddenly froze.

Wu Qiu actually struggled to sit up!

[A scholar, how could he be like this...]
Zhang Si stopped Qin Jun behind him from stepping forward to make up the knife.

Based on his experience, with such an injury, every small movement is the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows.

Such a person deserves a little grace from Zhang Si—anyway, such an injury is inevitable.

Wu Qiu looked pained, the physical pain tortured his spirit.

Trembling on the ground, he touched the wooden crown and the turban, and then put the wooden crown on his head with hands full of sticky blood, and then tied it with the turban to fix it.

After a few shakes, the wooden crown did not move at all.

This may be the reason why he didn't use any strength—he didn't even have the strength to shake his head vigorously.

He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out.

The blood made him slur his words, and no one could hear what he said.

You can only hear the sounds of "Hehe" and "Gudu Gudu" brought out by the wind passing through the blood.

He sat down and bowed his head heavily, which was much stronger than the shaking in front of him.

He shook his head twice, and the wooden crown shook accordingly.

He died, but the wooden crown remained.

Behind him, there is an old Confucian scholar who is quite old and has wrinkles on his face.

"It is inevitable for a gentleman to die and be crowned!"

He shouted, saying what his senior brother said but didn't spread.

Then, like his senior brother, he ran, charged, and moved forward.

"It is inevitable for a gentleman to die and be crowned!"

"There is no way in the world, martyrdom!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"..."

Zhang Simu frowned.

The crowd of Confucian scholars yelling and yelling in front of him completely wiped out what little patience he had left.

Although there are still many Confucian scholars who did not move, trembling, and dropped their long swords.

However, Zhang Si was already annoyed.

Shame on your face, right?

"Shoot the arrows! No one will be left behind!"

He shouted.

Sharp arrows shoot, round after round.

The county magistrate's office in Jin County is blood-stained.

All the Confucian scholars died.

Jin County is lucky, at least Zhang Si gave Wu Qiu a chance.

In the other two cities managed by great Confucians, the county captain saw the great Confucians holding long swords and immediately ordered them to shoot and kill them.

Fusheng, Nanyang, turned white all night.

In his prime of life, he was haggard like an old man in his seventies and eighties, kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly.

"Brother Chunyu, born as a Confucianist, that's the only way, that's the only way! Life can't save anyone!"

As early as in Xianyang, the two had agreed that the survival of Confucianism was more important than anything else!
The news of the martyrdom of the three Confucian scholars spread to Xinzheng, and the strong face fell heavily on Ying Chengxun's hands.

What made him heavy was not the death of the three great scholars, but the attitude of the lord.

Although the lord said clearly in the past that he would kill if he didn't change, but Qiang knew that his lord actually didn't like killing.

All the disciples of Chang'an Lord's Mansion recognized the benevolence of Chang'an Lord's wife.

Therefore, when Ying Chengyu was flipping through it, he said in a side note:
"Your Majesty, this is not your fault."

"Nonsense, of course it's not my fault, and it's not like I didn't let them go."

Ying Chengxun glanced briefly at it, then closed the memorial and handed it back to Qiang.

Qiang took it in a little astonishment.

"What does this expression mean?"

"I strongly believe that Your Majesty will... blame himself."

"I want to broaden the wisdom of the people, choose the Confucian method of promoting morality, and tear off the moral shackles that Confucianism kidnaps the people.

"They want to die in martyrdom, to defend the Confucianism in their hearts, to sacrifice their lives for fame.

"They want to commit suicide, I meet their demands, I have nothing to blame."

Ying Chengxi walked into the inner room with a leisurely gait.

"Everyone has their own choices, and everyone is responsible for their own choices.

"It's their choice, it's what they want."

After waiting for the lord to leave, he glanced at the memorial with a sneer.

"Ignorance! Ignorance!"

…………

Yiyang.

The scientist called a group of Mohist disciples, and first copied all the Mohist books.

This is not limited to Mohist books, but hundreds of books, such as "The Analects", "Mozi", "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Wu Zi's Art of War", "Hui Zi" and other books must be copied.

These transcribed books are versions with punctuation marks added by the Mohists.

Then use movable type printing to print and reproduce as many as possible.

"It's right to stay away from King Qin and stay away from Xianyang. Your Majesty has finally let go of his hands and feet."

While calibrating, the scientist said with relief.

Punctuation, movable type, paper.

These things have been invented a long time ago, but they have been suppressed by Emperor Shi Huang to keep them from spreading, and scientists have long been unwilling.

Now that their wish has been fulfilled, the scientists are very excited.

Looking at the eyes of the people in Yiyang who are thirsty for knowledge and the speed at which the people in Yiyang are learning and progressing like flying, the scientists smiled happily.

The happiness of the Mohist giant is very simple, but it is also difficult.

The news of the death of the great Confucianist in Jin County came, and the scientist laughed even more happily.

"Your Majesty acted swiftly and resolutely, killing well, very well! Hahaha!"

Of all the schools of thought, only the Mohist school is a chivalrous man who holds a sword to level the injustice.

…………

wild king.

The county magistrate Wu Shi looked at the punctuation marks in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

He wrote to Tang Bing, magistrate of Negative millet, Cui Guang, magistrate of Yangcheng county, and Zhou Shu, magistrate of Baicheng county, asking them to come to Yewang to have a story with him.

The three county magistrates who also had this intention set off for Yewang on the day they received the letter.

The three of them were not at all worried about problems in the city after they left. Taoism ruled by doing nothing.

The basic structure of the city has been set up, and the people are on the right track.They believe that they have reached the point where they are almost the same without them.

There is only a thin piece of paper on the desk case, on which are written fourteen kinds of punctuation marks.

The four avenues sat around the table in four directions, staring at the paper, then at the people around them, and no one spoke first.

"Cough cough."

Wu Shi, magistrate of Yewang County, coughed.

He is the host, so naturally he should start first.

"Gentlemen, should these punctuation marks be added to the classics for the teaching of the school?"

Cui Guang pinched the few beards left on purpose under his chin, hesitantly said:
"I personally think that twists and turns should not happen again at this time. The people of Yangcheng are happy every day, and the farmland is full of seedlings. Now the peasants do the farming work, the blacksmiths do the blacksmith's work, and the officials do the official work, just like the ancient Yao and Shun times. Also. Suddenly adding punctuation marks to the classics, reducing the difficulty of learning, fearing that a crowd of people will scramble to enter the school. Except for learning, everything will fail."

Wu Shi nodded sympathetically, Cui Guang's thoughts and worries were the same as his.

The original heart, and the Taoist thought they inherited, made them not want to incorporate punctuation marks into the system.

However, if the matter could be handled so easily, Wu Shi wouldn't need to call the three old friends for an interview.

"I don't wait to spread it, but others spread it, why?"

Zhou Shudao, the magistrate of Baicheng County, next to the city on this road, is a city managed by a great Confucianism.

"Recently, the population of Baicheng has been lost, and those who go to the black city next door are endless. As things go on, there are more people in the black city and fewer people in the white city. If the people in the white city don't see each other, nothing can be done. The black city prospers, and the white city declines. , this must be observed.”

This is the main reason why Wu Shi summoned three old friends.

They came to Handi from Xianyang, not to do voluntary labor and dedication, but to prove the power of Taoism in governing the country.

The Confucianists announced the punctuation marks in this way, and they were still under the banner of Lord Chang'an, which made them very passive.They don't want to implement it, but if they don't implement it, Taoism is no match for Confucianism—governing the country is governing the people, and if people are gone, it's nothing compared to Confucianism.

In Guanzhong, this kind of thing will not happen. The Qin law forbids the people to run around - it is not allowed for ordinary people to run from one city to another, which violates the Qin law.

In fact, the four great masters can also do the same, but doing so violates the purpose of Taoism - do not violate nature, and govern by doing nothing.

On the basis of not using punctuation marks and not violating the purpose of Taoism, the four great masters had a friendly exchange for a while, but to no avail.

Wu Shi, Zhou Shu, and Cui Guang were all a little depressed.

At this time, Tang Bing, who was the youngest among the four and couldn't help but speak out in the Xianyang Palace, pulled the paper and shook it twice in his hand.

wow wow~
This sound made the three avenues focus their eyes in an inquiring manner.

"Gentlemen, I have a question.

"In this punctuation mark, do you think it is good or not?"

You look at me and I look at you in the three main roads. They were silent for a while, unable to speak out of conscience.

"Great goodness."

"Cangjie invented characters to continue civilization, and punctuation marks make it easier to continue civilization."

"With this punctuation mark, the classics of the former sages will not be confusing, and everyone can learn it."

slap~
Slamming the paper on the table, Tang Bing, the county magistrate of the negative millet, said brazenly:
"That's it! Biography! Use all the Taoist cities! Immediately compile my Taoist classics such as "Tao Te Ching" and "Zhuangzi" with punctuation marks!"

Cui Guang said with some reluctance:
"But this violates the purpose of my Taoism. Interfering in this matter with human power may cause disaster."

"Brother Cui's words are wrong."

Tang Bing poked the paper on the table with his fingertips.

"Cangjie created characters, can you prevent them from being created? Chang'an created punctuation marks, can you destroy them?
"Although this thing is manpower, it is the way of heaven when it comes out, and the use of punctuation marks conforms to the way of heaven!

"Cangjie created characters, the heaven and the earth cried, ghosts and gods cried, weeping, my humanity has been prosperous forever since then.

"Mr. Chang'an created punctuation marks. Although there are no celestial phenomena, there are human traces. The three Confucian man-armed chariots have already lost their lives.

"If you don't use punctuation marks, you don't conform to the way of heaven, and then there will be disasters.

"I wait to use it to follow the way of heaven. What kind of disaster can this cause?"

Tang Bing's words elevated Ying Chengxi to the same echelon as Cangjie, the sage who created writing.

Although the words seem to make sense, but in fact, if you really want to correct the truth, the three Daoists can completely refute it.

However, the three avenues did not refute.

They looked taught and nodded heavily.

"color!"

They are willing to accept Tang Bing's statement and find a reasonable explanation for their behavior.

We have not violated nature, we are still following the way of heaven!

(End of this chapter)