Chapter 881 This is the way to govern a country
In the early morning, Jiang Qingzhi opened his eyes on time due to his biological clock.
It felt as if countless knives were stabbing at my head and hammers were hitting my temples.
He covered his head and groaned, "Water."
Li Tian helped him up and handed the cup of water to his lips. Jiang Qingzhi held the cup with trembling hands and drank the warm tea greedily.
"Continued Cup!"
After drinking three cups of tea, Jiang Qingzhi wanted to eat some candy. "Do you have any maltose?"
"Yes." They are an old couple. Li Tian knows what he likes after drinking too much, so she prepared some maltose.
Jiang Qingzhi, who felt extremely weak, ate two pieces of maltose and felt that his spirit had returned a little.
"I feel a little nauseous." Jiang Qingzhi frowned. Li Tian asked, "Do you want to vomit?"
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. "Maybe it's the effect of the maltose."
Maltose stimulates the secretion of gastric acid, and the price of last night's heavy drinking is a damaged stomach.
"Be careful about your spleen and stomach!" said Li Tian.
"Yesterday..." Jiang Qingzhi asked, "Did I say anything too much?"
"They said that my husband wrote a poem that was very heroic. In addition, Mr. Jingchuan asked my husband about his views on the present world. What did my husband say... The present world can be summed up in two words: stale."
Fragments of memory keep coming.
At the same time, Tang Shunzhi had already gotten up.
The Taoists were washing outside, making quite a lot of noise.
Tang Shunzhi moved slowly in the room, performing a set of Five Animal Exercises slowly.
Shhh!
He exhaled.
Close up.
Close your eyes and relax.
Tang Shunzhi took out a book and walked outside.
"Mr. Jingchuan"
"Ok!"
Tang Shunzhi nodded gently.
In the morning light, he looked at the Taoist book in his hand.
Tang Shunzhi was extremely smart and could learn anything very quickly. For example, learning spearmanship, which is a common practice for people of a certain age, would only lead to boredom. However, he became a master of spearmanship.
God always favors some people especially, such as Wang Yangming. As human beings, all they can do when looking at a clump of bamboo is to appreciate it.
But Wang Yangming thought of the study of things when he looked at the bamboo.
This frame is seven days and seven nights.
Tang Shunzhi read the Taoist book for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Last night was very interesting."
Last night, Xu Wei and Zhang Juzheng teamed up, Xia Yan started a stir, and everyone worked together to get Jiang Qingzhi drunk.
After drinking, Jiang Qingzhi spoke witty remarks one after another and even composed a very heroic poem, which was greatly appreciated by Tang Shunzhi.
Tang Shunzhi has always been curious about why Jiang Qingzhi has an extraordinary understanding of the general situation at such a young age, so he asked a question last night: What is the world like now?
This is a big topic, and he thinks Jiang Qingzhi will talk about it in a general way.
"It's just outdated!" Jiang Qingzhi looked at him with drunken eyes and laughed, "Today, and even in the next few hundred years, it is an era of great contention. Those sour scholars are clinging to the title of sage and refusing to let go, pondering the words of the sages all day long. A bunch of idiots.
There has never been an unchanging truth in this world. The words of the ancients thousands of years ago are no longer appropriate in the present. If those who cling to the old ways are not killed, the Ming Dynasty... will perish, and those fools will die miserably..."
Jiang Qingzhi then muttered something about pig tails and the smell of fish everywhere. The air was filled with the intoxicating smell of alcohol.
Although Tang Shunzhi was dissatisfied with traditional Confucianism, the School of Mind was originally a branch of Confucianism, so he asked again: "In Qingzhi's eyes, Confucianism is useless?"
"That's cultivating the mind, brother!" Jiang Qingzhi hooked his shoulder, burped, pointed at everyone and asked, "Old Tang, is this the mortal world or the other world?"
"Red Dust." Tang Shunzhi was not used to having his arm around someone's shoulders, but Jiang Qingzhi was an exception.
"What is spiritual cultivation?"
"Yes……"
"It's Fangwai, brother!" Jiang Qingzhi was drunk, "Using a doctrine that focuses on cultivating the mind and body to govern the world, do you think it's...reliable? It would be better to let the Buddhists govern the country. Just one sentence of "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot" can turn the foreign enemies into quails, how great is that?"
"So what do you think?"
"Brother, what kind of talent does it take to govern a country?"
"..."
"Every profession has its own specialty, brother. Since Confucianism is committed to assisting the king and governing the world, why don't you delve into the art of governing a country?"
"The way to govern a country is in the books of sages," Zhang Juzheng counterattacked.
Jiang Qingzhi cursed, "Governing a country? Governing a shitty country. Do a bunch of idiots know anything about construction? Do they know anything about business? Do they know anything about farming? Do they know anything about diplomacy? Do they know anything about astronomy and geography? Do they know anything about productivity? Do they know anything about how to make the people rich...how to make the country rich and powerful? They don't understand!" Jiang Qingzhi slammed the table, furious. "They don't know anything about construction, so they regard craftsmen as inferiors. They don't know anything about farming, so they regard farmers as straw dogs. They don't know anything about diplomacy, so they call themselves the Celestial Empire, and they take benefits in exchange for foreigners shouting a few words like Heavenly Khan, so that the emperor and his subjects are complacent and feel that a prosperous era has arrived. What a bullshit prosperous era!"
"What is a prosperous age?" Jiang Qingzhi looked around at everyone. "Internally, it should allow the people to live and work in peace and contentment, and to have enough food and clothing. Externally, it should eliminate threats.
"When both the internal and external worlds are at peace and the barbarians are submissive, this is a prosperous age. But what does this prosperous age require? It requires a strong industry, a strong agriculture, and a strong army... Is there any teaching in Confucianism?"
"Do you have any?" Jiang Qingzhi pressed everyone last night, "Do you have any means to strengthen the industry, agriculture, commerce, and military? No! All we have is this... Merchants are profit-oriented, so they should be suppressed. Military men are overbearing, so they should be suppressed. Farmers are the most numerous and the most dangerous, so let them be ignorant, the dumber the better... Is this what you call the way to govern the country? This is the way of the ostrich, the way to ruin the country."
Jiang Qingzhi stood up and looked at the world with disdain. "What the world needs is to keep pace with the times. Confucianism is outdated and not worthy of being a prominent school of thought!"
This made Zhang Juzheng and others slightly angry, but Xia Yan asked: "Is Qingzhi wrong in what he said?"
Everyone was silent.
"What the Ming Dynasty needs now is to open this place up." Jiang Qingzhi pointed to his head, "Remove all the restraints and confinements that have been there for thousands of years. Remember this."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at everyone. Tang Shunzhi recalled that the look was clearly that of a god looking down on mortals. He couldn't help but smile and thought it was quite funny to see his little brother getting drunk.
But the words that followed were not interesting enough, Tang Shunzhi sighed.
"This Ming Dynasty, this Central Plains, this world, what we need is not some metaphysical doctrine, where those who cultivate their minds can cultivate their minds, and those who cultivate their bodies can cultivate their bodies. What the world needs is to bend down and see what this Ming Dynasty needs and how to make it strong. Confucianism is not enough!"
Jiang Qingzhi looked at everyone with an almost arrogant look, "What has the millennium Confucianism brought to this Central Plains? Westerners have invented powerful firearms in just a hundred years, but what has the millennium Confucianism brought? A bunch of corrupt scholars, a bunch of idiots who don't know how to strengthen their country!"
I remember that Zhang Juzheng's face turned pale, Xu Wei hesitated to speak, Hu Zongxian was dumbfounded, Xia Yan...
——This is very true!
Xia Yan actually agreed with what Jiang Qingzhi said.
In other words, Xia Yan felt that Confucianism and Confucianism had fallen behind the general trend of the world at their current stage.
Or innovate.
Or be destroyed!
"The Ming Dynasty cannot be buried with Confucianism!" Jiang Qingzhi's words echoed in Tang Shunzhi's ears. "This Confucian who exudes the stench of corruption should step down."
At this moment, Tang Shunzhi thought of what Jiang Qingzhi said, which was Confucianism, not Confucianism.
Confucianism!
Family!
"A doctrine is a doctrine, not a sect. Gathering together for the sake of profit is forming a party. Confucianism claims that gentlemen do not form parties, but they don't look at themselves. What are they? They are a Confucian party!"
Tang Shunzhi remembered that Zhang Juzheng suddenly changed color, Xu Wei looked up and suddenly realized, Hu Zongxian covered his forehead, Xia Yan smiled...
"What is their purpose in getting together? Books contain golden houses and beautiful women. What can a group of people who regard fame, fortune and promotion as the purpose of studying get together to do? Can the Ming Dynasty count on them?"
"No!" Jiang Qingzhi said firmly, "If we rely on them, this nation and this Central Plains will be ruined."
"Degrading?" Tang Shunzhi seemed to be lost in thought. It was time for dinner, so he put the book back and went to the dining hall.
The breakfast at the Taoist temple was light. Tang Shunzhi discovered an interesting phenomenon and asked Ling Qing, who was sitting next to him, "Why are most Taoists thin, and most monks fat?"
This was one of his discoveries during his travels around the world.
Ling Qing thought about it carefully and it was true. He scratched his head and said with a rare embarrassment: "I really don't know."
Tang Shunzhi went to the Bo's house. Jiang Qingzhi was drinking porridge. "Has Old Tang eaten yet?"
Yesterday he was still calling him Mr. Jingchuan, but today he is Old Tang... Tang Shunzhi smiled and said, "I have eaten."
Jiang Qingzhi drank his porridge with a sad face, and his stomach felt churning.
"What you said yesterday makes a lot of sense. Lu Song has the intention to rebuild Confucianism and revise Confucianism. I wonder what he thinks of it." Tang Shunzhi asked.
Xu Wei was standing by and sneered, "It's easy for Lü Song to say that. To rebuild Confucianism, we must first break the original structure, that is, privilege. If the privilege is not removed, those people will cling to the old ways and will never agree. Lü Song has the skills, but what can he do alone? He can only sigh in vain."
"Oh, right." Tang Shunzhi smiled and asked the previous question, "Why are Taoists thin and monks fat?"
Jiang Qingzhi put down the bowl, "The monk moves less, the Taoist moves more."
Tang Shunzhi thought about it and it was true, "hyperactivity?"
"People eat grains and cereals, which are digested and transformed into energy for the body. Why are farmers less likely to be obese? They work hard every day and consume a lot of energy. Why are nobles more likely to be potbellied? It's because they eat more and better, but move less, so they consume less energy."
Jiang Qingzhi pointed to his lower abdomen and said, "But the energy you take in won't disappear into thin air. It will turn into fat and hide in various parts of your body. Over time, you will naturally get fatter."
Tang Shunzhi narrowed his eyes, "This statement... is very wonderful." He asked, "Is this the knowledge of Mohism?"
"Yes." Jiang Qingzhi nodded.
Tang Shunzhi sighed, "Last night you said that what the world needs is practical knowledge, practical knowledge, not metaphysical theories. If the superiors knew the principles of energy, what would happen?"
"For example, if the prime minister knew the principle of energy, he would develop animal husbandry and breeding, so that the people could consume more high-energy meat to strengthen their bodies, rather than being almost vegan. Then, it would lead to the pattern of developing agriculture, animal husbandry, and breeding in parallel. After the pattern is formed, they will find that there is a lot of arable land in the Central Plains, but little grassland suitable for animal husbandry. In this case, what will they do?"
Jiang Qingzhi got up and left.
Tang Shunzhi was silent for a moment and looked at Xu Wei.
Xu Wei watched Jiang Qingzhi disappear outside the door and murmured, "They will turn their attention to the grasslands. Without waiting for the foreign races to take action, they will take the initiative to attack and seize the grasslands."
"Let the grassland become the pasture of the Ming Dynasty!" Hu Zongxian exclaimed, "This is the real way to govern the country!"
Xu Wei looked at the newcomer Tang Shunzhi and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Jingchuan?"
Tang Shunzhi nodded, "It seems that I came to the right place!"
(End of this chapter)
