Chapter 302 Zhang Tong Wants to Kill His Creditor
"ink?"
"Yes."
The hall suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Qingzhi sat upright, all kinds of thoughts running through his mind.
Back then, Confucianism was trash in front of Mohism. According to later generations, Confucianism was a bunch of sissies, while Mohism was a bunch of real men.
A man could cripple these sissies with just a slap, but he just doesn't bother to do it.
Confucianism has one advantage, and that is its pliability... You are right, what you say is what it is, and it successfully boarded the chariot of Emperor Wu of Han and has since become a prominent school of thought.
The Mohists were different. If they didn't like someone, they would attack without saying a word. When they heard that a certain place was attacked, a group of Mohist disciples brought their own food to help defend it, and the Mohists became famous.
On weekdays, the disciples of the Mohist School would avenge their enemies and help those who were being bullied.
Jiang Qingzhi felt that the Mohist School was more like the underworld of ancient times.
Confucians are a group of young intellectuals.
In the eyes of the rulers, young intellectuals are more controllable than the underworld, so the decline of Mohism is inevitable.
The Taoist was silent for a long time, "I need some quiet time."
Jiang Qingzhi stood up in a casual manner and said, "I'll take my leave."
The hall was silent for a long time.
"Mo!"
That great era gave birth to countless schools of thought, and the Mohist school was the brightest pearl at the top.
"I was wondering why Qingzhi has such an attitude towards Confucianism. It turns out that this is the reason. Confucianism and Mohism cannot coexist!" Taoist muttered, "Confucianism and Mohism... Confucianism is born with weakness, it is feminine and hypocritical. Mohism is established with tyranny, it is tough and upright. Confucianism and Mohism..."
"That idiot must have been planning this for a long time!"
"Confucianism has been a popular school of thought for many years. Once they learn that their old rival Mo has revived, they will go crazy. They will flock to us... What idiots!"
The Taoist priest stood up and walked back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.
"Confucianism is a famous school of thought!"
"Moxue, the famous school!"
He walked faster and faster, and perhaps because of fatigue or something else, there were faint traces of sweat on his forehead.
……
When Jiang Qingzhi returned home, Hu Zongxian and Xu Wei were waiting for him.
The two of them had obviously discussed it for a long time and looked somewhat excited.
"I have told His Majesty the origins." Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "His Majesty has not made a decision yet, but there is no rush."
"Confucianism is a prominent school of thought. Once the Mohist school emerges, it will inevitably be condemned by everyone. They are afraid of Mohist, their old enemy..."
Hu Zongxian looked at Jiang Qingzhi, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Ask if you want to!"
"Is the uncle a great man?"
The Mohist school has a great figure, and the great figure is the leader.
"Exactly."
"How many people are left in the Mohist School?"
"just me."
Only one child in three generations.
"My Lord, do you have any intention of replacing me?" Xu Wei's eyes were sharp.
This psychopath is afraid that the world will not be in chaos.
"Confucianism has existed in the Central Plains for many years. In the rise and fall of dynasties, what role did this huge Confucianism play?" Jiang Qingzhi tapped the table with his fingers. "There are benevolent people with lofty ideals, but there are more ugly fools."
He said in a deep voice: "When I was in Suzhou Prefecture, a merchant who went out to sea privately said that there are countless great powers overseas, and those great powers have formed fleets to search for new continents."
"New World?"
"There is a big ball under our feet, and above the big ball are the ocean and land. Just offshore, there is an island that is larger than the Ming Dynasty, with endless resources and endless arable land."
Jiang Qingzhi said: "What is the biggest problem of Confucianism? It is that it does not strive for progress! In the early days of the dynasty, those arrogant and brave generals who emerged from the chaotic times could sweep the world, but then they would close the door and fight for power and profit..."
Hu Zongxian was suddenly shocked, "If we seize a large island..."
Xu Wei glanced at him and said, "The population of the Ming Dynasty is not enough to farm."
The two contemporary heroes pieced together Jiang Qingzhi's intention with just a few words.
"Those great countries are working hard to govern. They have launched a cultural renaissance movement, preparing to change a country's culture from the root. Culture is the foundation. If the culture changes, the country's destiny will change!"
Jiang Qingzhi took out his medicinal cigarette and looked at the two stunned think tanks. "That's right, the culture of the Ming Dynasty should also change. My biggest dream in this life is to drive that damn Confucianism down from the high and mighty temple. Let it return to where it belongs!"
"Confucianism should be here." Jiang Qingzhi pointed to his temple.
The men of the Mohist School are too tough. If they want to fight against someone, they will not stop until they kill their opponent. Confucianism is like a bottle of cold tea, which can cool down these men.
Hu Zongxian said in a trembling voice: "What Lord Bo meant is... to let Confucianism return to self-cultivation and make Mohism a prominent school of thought."
He and Xu Wei looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
That was a behemoth that had ruled the Central Plains for many years, and his boss actually wanted to replace it.
"Dong Zhongshu catered to Emperor Wu of Han, which led to the abolition of all schools of thought and the promotion of Confucianism. Today, Confucianism is powerful and unshakable..." Hu Zongxian said, "I seem to see countless Confucian disciples falling from the sky, flooding the capital and the world..."
"Then why did they take action?" Jiang Qingzhi lit the medicine cigarette.
"Because..." Hu Zongxian's eyes showed some understanding, "Benefits."
"Yes, interests. And what I am going to do is to break this interest structure and make everything return to order. The good days of those people sucking blood from the Ming Dynasty in the name of Confucianism are over."
Jiang Qingzhi took a puff of his cigarette and squinted his eyes. "This is a journey that is almost a road of no return. I never ask for companions. If you two are afraid of that behemoth...you can leave."
Hu Zongxian and Xu Wei looked at each other.
Get up.
"Meet the giant!"
Jiang Qingzhi shook off the cigarette ash and said with a smile, "Sit down!"
……
"From now on, don't use the title of giant anymore." Jiang Qingzhi won the hearts of the two talented people and was in a particularly good mood.
"Does Lord Bo mean to keep a low profile for now?" Hu Zongxian said, "In fact, in my opinion, you should publicly announce your identity. If those people dare to attack you from now on, Lord Bo will naturally fight back."
Now those people have the upper hand in public opinion because of Jiang Qingzhi's identity... A disciple of Confucianism actually opposes Confucianism, which is a great rebellion.
"Break their legs!" Xu Wei said viciously, "I have long disliked those idiots."
"I told you, there's no rush." Jiang Qingzhi said, "Your Majesty needs to weigh the pros and cons, and I also need to accumulate reputation and win over people."
"Wang Yiqi from the Ministry of War can be won over."
"The Ministry of Rites now has Xiao Zhuo, and Zhou Xia has also gone there, so they have already laid a foundation." "In the Ministry of Revenue, Lan Qingtian has a good impression of the Earl."
“Through the promotion of biogas digesters, we can win over some people in the Ministry of Industry.”
"Only the Ministry of Personnel is in some trouble."
The two think tanks left their boss aside and began to discuss how to expand their influence in the various government offices.
It turns out that being a leader is more comfortable, as you don’t have to do everything yourself.
Jiang Qingzhi went to the backyard, and Li Tian was staring blankly at the account book.
"Madam, madam!"
"Husband." Li Tian looked up, and Jiang Qingzhi said, "You held it upside down."
"Ah!" Li Tian suddenly turned the account book over and saw Jiang Qingzhi laughing. He looked carefully and found that the account book was not turned upside down at all. He couldn't help but get angry.
"Ouch! Are you a dog? You're still biting! Watch me..."
Huang Yan'er, who was about to come in from outside the door, quietly retreated.
The battle was fierce. One had just made a fortune, and the other had just revealed his "true identity" to the emperor, and was extremely excited...
"Husband, you are bullying me!"
The clouds cleared and the rain stopped, and the woman looked aggrieved.
"It seems like you moved first?"
"You moved first."
"Okay, I moved first."
"My husband, with 250,000 strings of cash, we can buy some land. When we have children in the future, the eldest will get more if he lives with us. We can also give the second child a lot of money. If we have a daughter, we can give her more dowry so that she can have confidence in her husband's family..."
"Spend when you need to. Money is something you can't bring with you when you are born and you can't take with you when you die. It doesn't matter."
"Oh! We agreed to go to Huguo Temple!"
The woman sat up suddenly, and Jiang Qingzhi stared at her, but unfortunately the beautiful scenery was immediately covered by her clothes.
"It's too late." Jiang Qingzhi said lazily.
"Then tomorrow!"
……
Zhang Tong, Marquis of Jincheng, was tall and strong with a bad temper. He would whip his servants for no reason and scolding his family members was a common occurrence.
His father Zhang Jin once hung out with the previous emperor and was considered favored, accumulating a considerable fortune.
Zhang Jin had only one son, Zhang Tong, so he doted on him to the extent that Zhang Tong started to indulge in meat at the age of twelve. From then on, he became uncontrollable and indulged in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.
After Zhang Jin's death, Zhang Tong, who was left unchecked, acted even more recklessly. Within a few years, people heard that he had gone a little crazy. He started drinking in the morning, at noon, in the afternoon and at night... He even drank when he had nothing to do.
His eyes were big, cloudy and a little dull.
"They said that the share was agreed upon in advance. According to this share, the Marquis should pay 12%. So in addition to the compensation of 250,000 strings of cash, you still have to pay 90,000 strings of cash."
Wang Ning reported tremblingly.
"Ninety thousand strings of cash?"
"Someone bet 300,000 strings of cash on Jiang Qingzhi to win. If the odds are 50-1, that's million strings of cash. In addition, Jiang Qingzhi still has 100,000 strings of cash."
"I can't afford the compensation even if I sell the house!"
"Yes."
"Pay back debts."
"My Lord...how about we go and borrow some?"
Zhang Tong picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Good wine!"
Wang Ning's cheek trembled.
"Bah!"
The teacup smashed to pieces on the ground. Zhang Tong stood up suddenly and yelled at him, "190,000 strings of cash. Go borrow those idiots and tell them that if I can't make ends meet, I'll go to Jiang Qingzhi."
Wang Ning smiled bitterly, thinking that although Jiang Qingzhi seemed to be alone and weak, you would look down on someone like him.
He hurried to each house to beg, and did not return until the evening.
Zhang Tong was still drinking.
"how?"
Wang Ning stood with his hands behind his back, "Those people said... it's all difficult."
"It's not that difficult!" Zhang Tong breathed heavily, anger rising in his dull eyes.
He suddenly overturned the table and Wang Ning quickly retreated to the door.
"Is Jiang Qingzhi's woman easy to talk to?" Zhang Tong asked.
Wang Ning shook his head, "That woman knows that the two families are mortal enemies."
"So, the last road is cut off?"
"Yes."
Unless you run away.
"But I feel that there is another way?" Zhang Tong said sinisterly.
"Master Hou..."
"In the past few years when we were running the casino, I have killed at least 20 gamblers at my hands!"
Don’t think about leaving if you win, and don’t think about refusing to pay if you lose. This is the secret of the casino’s never losing money.
Wang Ning's body trembled, "What the Marquis meant..."
The dull eyes revealed murderous intent, "Kill him! Naturally, no one will come to collect the debt! Oh, right, go tell those people about this."
Wang Ning looked up, "So those people are also accomplices. Wonderful!"
"Tell them that if I succeed, they must give the Marquisate two hundred thousand strings of cash. Ask them if they are willing. If they are willing... I will do it myself. If they are not willing, I would rather flee to the south and go fishing."
That night, several houses were brightly lit.
"it is good!"
"appropriate!"
"I am waiting for good news!"
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