Chapter 391 This Doesn’t Seem to Be a Dream
"Husband, wake up."
"It's still early."
"It is late."
"The stones didn't even cry out..."
Jiang Qingzhi's hand that was pulling the quilt paused, and he slowly let it go.
Li Tian sat on the bed, getting dressed while saying, "Mr. Xia was looking for my husband yesterday, and my husband was in the forbidden area and didn't come out..."
Jiang Qingzhi slowly sat up, rubbed his face with both hands, and smiled: "I'm fine."
As his partner, Li Tian naturally knew whether he was in trouble or not.
After Jiang Qingzhi left, Li Tian ordered, "Prepare some wine for dinner."
"Madam wants to drink?" Huang Yan'er was a little surprised.
"Ok!"
The man seems open-minded and does not move at night when he sleeps, but his breathing will not lie!
His breathing seemed steady last night, but it was too steady.
His brother left without even saying goodbye.
"The stone is gone?"
Xia Yan looked as if there was something extra. Jiang Qingzhi thought that the old man looked more calm and composed.
"Yeah! Let's go."
The two entered the study. Xia Yan sighed for a while before talking about business. "It seems that the weather is getting colder day by day, but when the snow melts, spring will be not far away. When spring comes, it is time to sow seeds. Is it time for the Mohist School to move?"
Jiang Qingzhi nodded, "It's time to move."
"Private school?" Xia Yan asked.
"I will use the land outside the city for the subsequent expansion of the Mohist School. From the school to the workshops for researching machinery, they will all be concentrated there."
"That's a good idea. It will prevent us from being scattered everywhere and being defeated one by one by the Confucians." Xia Yan stroked his beard and praised: "This military strategy is well used."
This is not a military strategy at all, it is just the prototype of the industrial park in the future... Jiang Qingzhi smiled.
"The money and food required will not be small. Are you prepared?" Xia Yan asked.
"I won a lot last time when those people opened the market. I took from Mohism and gave back to Mohism." Jiang Qingzhi was well prepared.
"That's fine, but Qingzhi, once it's on the right track, I don't recommend you to continue investing money in it. A Mohist school with one person is destined to go nowhere." Xia Yan said seriously.
"I know." Jiang Qingzhi certainly knew the drawbacks here, "The Mohist School does not belong to one person, nor does it belong to anyone else."
"It should belong to the world." Xia Yan dug up Jiang Qingzhi's words that mocked Confucianism and applied them to Mohism.
"No, Mohism can only belong to the Ming Dynasty!" Jiang Qingzhi said seriously.
Once those things of later generations were released, it was like gunpowder becoming firecrackers in the Central Plains and a deadly weapon in the West.
In this era of limited thinking, any epoch-making invention has the potential to change the destiny of a country or a nation.
"Your Majesty will not hold the imperial examination next year, and many students will be stranded in the capital..." Xia Yan smiled and said, "I have looked around these past few days and found that many people are short of money. If we recruit students now, it is the perfect time."
The old man is indeed shrewd and calculating... Jiang Qingzhi nodded, "I plan to recruit a group of students during this period, about fifty people."
"Seeds?" Xia Yan smiled and said, "First sow the seeds. Sow one seed in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. Then sow the ten thousand grains as seeds..."
"The Mohists are everywhere in the world!"
One old, one young, smiling at each other.
"Where is the classroom?" The old man was very enthusiastic. Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Isn't this all waiting for you to worry about it?"
"You're good at letting go!" Xia Yan blew his beard and glared, but turned around and went to find Fu Cheng. The two of them searched around the house and finally decided on a place. Fu Cheng then asked someone to invite craftsmen to repair the yard and build desks and other facilities.
These are all small things, the big thing is recruiting students.
"Now the outside world says that the Mo family has not made any moves recently, but some people also say that the teacher is planning something bad, and he will definitely make a big move next year."
Zhou Xia was called over and expressed his own views. "If the teacher recruits students before the end of the year, it will catch them off guard. However, I think that the Confucianists will definitely be alert, and the things that will arise from this..."
"I'm prepared." Jiang Qingzhi knew how difficult the first step would be. "As long as we take this first step and gain a foothold, our Mohist School will truly survive."
"Don't underestimate them." Xia Yan was sorting out the rules of the school. The old man looked up and said, "How many schools of thought and how much knowledge were there in the world before the Western Han Dynasty? But why is there only Confucianism left? Don't say that Confucianism swept the world. How much blood and tears were involved in the process of those schools of thought disappearing."
"The art of conquest and punishment is something that Confucianism has a profound knowledge of." Jiang Qingzhi was mocking the old master's execution of Shao Zhengmao.
"I can go and find out about this matter." Zhou Xia volunteered, "First, let's see what those scholars think of my Mohist school."
"Most of those who can come here are those who failed the imperial examinations, so we must be prepared for this." Xia Yan warned: "Also, if someone enters Mohism, can he withstand the subsequent suppression? If not, what can we do... All these need to be carefully considered."
Jiang Qingzhi stood up and said, "Please think carefully. I will go to the palace first."
"Boy, you are disrespectful to an old man by leaving such a tedious matter to him."
The old man's roar was still ringing in his ears, and Jiang Qingzhi's men had already entered the West Garden.
The weather is getting cold, but the Taoist continues to practice as diligently as a robot.
"Here it comes." The Taoist slowly opened his eyes.
"Your Majesty, I plan to recruit some students in the capital before the end of the year..."
"Are you going to prepare to teach your disciples?" The Taoist narrowed his eyes. "I don't know what this will lead to, but I think many people will jump up and down. Are you ready?"
"It's nothing more than various forms of suppression, or even violence. I'm not afraid of suppression, but violence... hehe!"
Jiang Qingzhi was eager for those people to take action.
"I thought everything would be quiet before the end of the year, but it seems like it's destined not to be quiet."
Jiang Qingzhi successfully reported it, and went back to find Zhu Xizhong, "Tell him not to get involved in Dalang's affairs." "Why, are you worried that Dalang will be rejected by those Confucianists?" The old playboy said coldly: "If Dalang is that kind of person, this Duke's Mansion might as well abandon him!"
Hey!
Jiang Qingzhi scolded, "You only have this one son."
"At worst, I'll try harder!" Zhu Xizhong smiled, but there was some coldness in his eyes, "You have to be careful."
"I know, so I have endured until now. Otherwise, I would have been ready to take action before going south."
By recruiting students to cleanse the bloody atmosphere of the Beijing Guards, there will be less suppression, but it will bring huge trouble to Dao Ye and others.
So Jiang Qingzhi chose to endure, and only today did he start preparing for this matter.
"I can't do much either, and paying money is meaningless, but the Dukes of past dynasties have stockpiled a lot of good wood. If you want it, just send someone to get it."
The old dandy was so heroic that Jiang Qingzhi almost drooled.
Think about it, starting from Zhu Neng, how much inventory can the several Dukes of Chengguo have?
Those huge trees came from deep mountains and overseas. They were precious woods that people would sell for high prices if they cut a small piece. Now they were piled up like mountains in the warehouse of the Duke's Mansion.
Hey!
But Jiang Qingzhi held back and said, "The school needs simplicity."
He called Prince Yu over and asked, "I heard that you and that young lady are hooking up again?"
Prince Yu scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's just... he looks quite pitiful."
People see you as a piece of fat meat, but you feel pity for others.
This guy is really... Jiang Qingzhi was wondering if there was a prescription to reduce the need, if so, give this kid a dose.
"I have something to ask. I will recruit some students here later. When you are free, you and Lao Si can go and have some fun teaching students!"
"Ah!" Prince Yu was startled. "Uncle, there's no need to be so shy!"
This guy is really sharp. Jiang Qingzhi said, "Your Majesty and I naturally don't need to be so cautious, but many things are not something that can be avoided without being cautious. In fact, the less we avoid being cautious, the more we need to do them."
This was a confusing statement, but Prince Yu understood it, "It's the rule to do it in front."
But what neither of them said was that, although it seems there is nothing to be shy about at the moment, times have changed and God knows what changes will happen in the future.
Just like Wei Zheng, his early advice made Emperor Taizong praise him highly, saying that he was a loyal minister, a good teacher and a helpful friend. But when Wei Zheng left, one day Emperor Taizong thought of how hateful this guy was, flew into a rage, and came to settle accounts with him.
Jiang Qingzhi watched Prince Yu go back, and suddenly whispered, "Master Ding, according to history, Prince Yu's biological mother should still be alive, so why did she die so early?"
This is something he thought of recently.
The big cauldron rotates silently...
"Is Secretary Shi wrong? Impossible! Uncle Ding, is there something wrong with the time machine?" Jiang Qingzhi kept asking until Uncle Ding exuded a murderous aura.
"Forget it, he's dead, so he's dead." Jiang Qingzhi said unhappily.
The news spread throughout the capital that afternoon.
"Jiang Qingzhi wants to recruit disciples, he said 50 to 60 people."
Chen Zhan hurried into the study. Yang Qing was stunned. "He didn't even wait until spring?"
Han Yu said: "This day will come sooner or later. Otherwise, what can the so-called Mohist School achieve with Jiang Qingzhi and his people?"
The two exchanged glances.
"Warn those scholars that the road is made by their own efforts, and the consequences of making mistakes will be borne by themselves!" Yang Qing said calmly: "But there will always be people who take risks, I want to see who has such courage!"
……
Jiang Qingzhi returned home and entered the backyard. Seeing his wife reading a letter, he asked, "Whose is it?"
"A good friend of mine married and moved to Quanzhou. She said her life is good, but it's a bit boring to look at the sea every day."
Li Tian put the letter down and asked someone to serve the meal.
There were not many dishes, just four, two meat dishes, one steamed egg dish, and one soup.
At the beginning, Li Tian had people prepare a lot of food, and there was a lot left over after each meal. Jiang Qingzhi asked people to save it for the next day. As time went on, Li Tian estimated the appetites of the two and prepared roughly the same amount of food for each meal.
"There's wine?" Jiang Qingzhi was a little curious. "Why do you want to drink?"
"It's cold, have a drink to warm yourself up."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at her, his eyes gradually softened, "Okay."
There is naturally no need for husband and wife to express gratitude, they just need to integrate this warmth into each other.
After dinner, Jiang Qingzhi said that some students would come into the house in a while, and asked the maids not to make a fuss when they went to the front yard.
"I know, I know. My husband, you've drunk too much. Go to sleep!" Li Tian asked someone to get some water for her to wash up.
"Drinking to drown your sorrows only makes you more sorrowful. I'd better not drink tomorrow." Li Tian muttered as the couple lay in bed.
But Jiang Qingzhi was already fast asleep.
In his dream, he returned to Suzhou Prefecture, and stood outside his own gate with Sun Chonglou, roaring at the Ye clan members...
"Master, wake up!"
Jiang Qingzhi's body trembled, "Who is shouting? Oh! This is a dream!"
"Master, wake up!"
The pig-slaughtering screams came again.
"It's not over yet!" Jiang Qingzhi suddenly opened his eyes.
This doesn't seem like... a dream.
(End of this chapter)
