Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

  Chapter 177 Xunzi's Decision

   Xunzi did not mention the naive saying of "buy with money".

  Maybe there are indeed 'blank papers' for sale in the market now, but for the entire Confucianism, this 'blank paper' is obviously not enough.

   More critical is [printing].

   This is the real killer.

  When [white paper] and [printing] appeared, for all people of all schools, the problem they faced was no longer literary communication.

   Rather competition.

  It comes from the competition and involution among other schools of thought.

  Maybe some people don’t want to compete or involve, but unfortunately, when these two things entered the market, all schools of thought and sects have been forced into this vortex.

   This is not a question of whether they want it or not, but that in the coming turmoil, if they do nothing, the only thing waiting for them is elimination.

   "Sheng Pingjun intends to establish an academy in Hanzhong, and wants to invite teachers from all schools of thought to teach."

   "Academy?"

   Xunzi's eyes moved. As an academic master who had served as a sacrificial wine in [Jixia Academy] three times, he realized something in an instant.

  Following up, Fu Nian's answer also confirmed his guess.

   "Yes, Mr. Shengping seems to intend to reopen [Jixia Academy]."

"interesting."

  Xunzi was silent for a while, then couldn't help showing a smile, then looked at Fu Nian and said, "How many people are you planning to bring from Xiaoshengxianzhuang?"

  Fu Niandao: "The rules set by Mr. Shengping require all scholars who apply for the teachers of the academy to pass the assessment and then evaluate their grades. According to the number and grade of the teachers who are recruited by various schools of thought, different amounts of prints will be given respectively."

   "Among them, junior teachers can obtain 10,000 copies of printing, intermediate teachers 30,000 copies, and senior teachers 50,000 copies. And the highest level of doctorate can obtain 100,000 copies of printing."

Xunzi pondered for a moment, then said softly: "In this way, the number of Confucian scholars going to Qin this time must not be too small. In this case, you should prepare a hundred junior teachers, fifty intermediate teachers, and twenty senior teachers for this trip... ... As for the highest level doctor, let me go there myself!"

  Hearing the first half of what Xunzi said, Fu Nian didn't say much.

  However, when Xunzi finished the second half of his sentence, Fu Nian raised his head in an instant, and said in astonishment, "Uncle, do you want to come out of the mountain yourself?"

   Xunzi glared at Fu Nian, and said calmly: "What? Can't I go, old man?"

  Fu Nian quickly shook his head and said: "No~~~ The students are just a little surprised. Why did the uncle suddenly decide to go to Qin in person?"

Xunzi stroked his beard, and said calmly: "It's so interesting...cough cough, what the old man means is that there is such a big commotion in Qin this time, I am afraid that scholars from the seven countries will be involved in this whirlpool. For such an important matter, it is safe for the old man to go to the state of Qin to sit in charge."

   "What's more, I have been fascinated by Mr. Shengping for a long time. I can just take advantage of this opportunity to meet him."

"in addition······"

Speaking of this, I saw Xunzi squinting at Fu Nian, especially focusing on the obvious protruding belly of the other party, and said in a neutral way: "The old man also wants to see and see, that holy man What is so magical about Mr. Ping's territory, that it can make you undergo such a 'dramatic change' in just a few months?"

  Fu Nian: "······"

   "Okay, the old man is tired, let's get back and get ready to go!" Xunzi waved his hand.

"yes!"

  Fu Nian responded, but did not leave immediately.

   Seeing this, Xunzi slightly opened one eye, glanced at him, and said, "What? Is there anything else?"

  Fu Nian elegantly pointed to the blank paper placed in front of Xunzi, and said, "Master, can these 'blank papers'..."

   Before Fu Nian could finish speaking, Xunzi interrupted him directly: "These 'white paper' old men still have to study for a while, so you can pick them up in a few days!"

  Fu Nian: "······"

  Xunzi: "Huh?"

  Fu Nian: "Student resigns."

  Xunzi: "Yes."

  Fu Nian bowed to Xunzi, then turned and left the back mountain courtyard.

   Xunzi was sitting at the desk, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

  However, the moment Fu Nian's figure completely left the small courtyard in the back mountain, Xunzi's eyes, which had been slightly closed just now, opened instantly, and then he got up to fetch a pen and ink from another table.

   Spread out a piece of white paper, and write the word "Confucianism" with a splash of ink.

  Looking at the traces of ink on the white paper, Xunzi stroked his beard with one hand, and gradually showed a satisfied smile on his face.

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at the same time.

   Zhao Guo.

  Moism is different from Confucianism.

  In today's era when knowledge books are not popular, most Confucian disciples gather in one place for a long time in order to study knowledge, such as private schools and academies.

  Confucian disciples generally seldom leave a fixed place unless they are leaving the teacher or traveling.

  But Mohism is different.

   Most of the disciples of the Mohist school are "rangers" and take it as their duty to be chivalrous. Therefore, although the Mohist school has a headquarters like the "Organ City", under normal circumstances, most of the Mohist disciples do not have a fixed residence.

  A few years ago, because of Yan Guo’s crown prince Dan’s win over, the number of Mohist disciples gathered towards Yan Guo increased slightly.

  But this does not mean that Yan State has become the headquarters of Mohism.

   "Pass my order, immediately summon more than a hundred Mohist disciples to meet in Hanzhong, Qin State." In a large Mohist branch in Zhao State, Six Fingers Heixia took out his giant token and ordered as soon as he entered the branch.

   "Yes, giant... son?"

  Although the person in charge of the Mohism branch in Zhao State hadn't figured out what happened, he still responded subconsciously when he saw the 'Juzi Ling' that the Six-Fingered Black Man took out.

   It's just that when he later looked up and saw the image of the six-fingered black man, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

   "Juzi, do you have any requirements for the hundreds of Mohist disciples that need to be called?"

"Require?"

  Six-Fingered Heixia touched his chin, which was becoming more and more tactile, thought for a while and said: "Mohist disciples with high knowledge and good skills are preferred."

  Hearing this request, the person in charge of the Mohist branch of Zhao State was stunned, and couldn't help asking: "Is there no request for martial arts?"

  Although personal force has little impact on the situation of the entire country, for a sect like the Mohists who have been walking in the rivers and lakes all year round, the level of martial arts is still very useful.

  Six Fingers Heixia shook his head and said, "No need, what we're going to do this time doesn't require too much martial arts."

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  (end of this chapter)