Jin County.
County captain Zhang Si, wearing armor, led a hundred Qin soldiers to surround the county magistrate's house.
Following Zhang Si's order.
After several crisp sounds of gold and iron clashing, the heavy bronze Changge knocked on the door of the County Magistrate's Mansion in a violent manner.
Zhang Si was about to order a group of Qin troops to file in and capture the county magistrate Wu Qiu, when the figure of Jin County magistrate Wu Qiu appeared in front of him.
Wu Qiu was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a high retro wooden crown popular among Confucians in the Spring and Autumn Period on his head, which was tied with a turban. In his hand, he held a bright-edged sword, two feet long.
Behind him were a group of Confucian disciples who were dressed like Wu Qiu and served as officials in the county magistrate's office.
These Confucian disciples were old and young, and some had perseverance, some were panic, and some looked at death with a look on their faces.
Most of the swords they hold on to are stable, while a few are trembling.
"What kind of trouble is Magistrate Wu doing?"
County Lieutenant Zhang Si raised his hand to stop the Qin army behind him who was stringing his bow and about to shoot.
"The Sheriff has no intention of killing Magistrate Wu, he only wants to expel Magistrate Wu from Korea.
"County Magistrate Wu, for the sake of working with me, I would like to advise you not to make any mistakes."
For Zhang Si, these words were definitely heartfelt.
The military merits of the Qin State's military commanders are the most important thing. If Wu Qiu and others had made such a disobedient posture, Zhang Sixing would have shot Wu Qiu directly as military merits when he first arrived in Jin County.
Now, Zhang Silu couldn't bear it.
Since the great scholar Wu Qiu came to Jin County, Jin County has been getting better with the naked eye. The previous orders issued by Xinzheng were all in compliance with the county magistrate, and Zhang Si still recognized Wu Qiu.
"Sir Zhang, since Qiu has been serving as county magistrate, the transformation of Jin County has been obvious to all. He has not made any mistakes this Qiu. He only needs a transfer order to appoint Qiu as an official. This..."
"Magistrate Wu."
Zhang Si raised his hand and waved it forward.
Fifty Qin soldiers had sharp arrows on the strings. They grabbed the feathers at the tail of the arrows and opened their bows like a full moon.
Jump, jump, jump~
The sound of the bow strings being tightened was like a reminder, causing the expressions of more than a dozen Confucian scholars to change greatly.
Dang rang rang rang~
Four of them couldn't even hold their swords and fell to the ground.
Zhang Si looked grim.
"Si is a soldier and only obeys orders. Your words have nothing to do with Si."
He took a step back.
"Leave or die."
Wu Qiuhun showed no fear when fifty arrows were pointed at him.
He suddenly looked back, his white hair swaying, and shouted:
"pick it up!"
"only."
"only."
"only."
"……only!"
The three Confucian scholars gritted their teeth and picked up the swords.
The last Confucian scholar responded with some hesitation and choked up.
But he still responded, very loudly, and picked up the sword.
"I regret that I shouldn't have abandoned brother Chunyu and left, and I regret that I didn't come to Xuanniiao Hall. Thieves can break my body, but they can't break my heart!"
Wu Qiu looked back with determination on his face, stepped forward and charged forward, raising his sword boldly!
"There is no justice in the world, so I will die as a martyr!"
He shouted, his old and thin figure was unusually tall in the eyes of the Confucian scholars.
The old man's voice also sounded so sacred.
The Confucian scholars were a little obsessed, some were dazzled, and some were excited.
At this time.
"put."
An emotionless word.
Swish, swish, swish, swish~
The physically unstoppable sharp arrows shot out at the old sword holder, and all the enhanced rainstorm pear blossom needles pierced Wu Qiu's body.
The old man's forward figure immediately retreated, but was shot back to its original position by the force of the fifty arrows, and fell among the Confucian scholars.
The blood dyed the scholar's shirt red.
All the 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 is no longer firm with the great scholar.
Wu Qiu was lying on his back on the ground, with arrows stuck in front of him. The turban wrapped around the wooden crown was also shot by the arrows, causing the heavy and antique wooden crown to break away from his head and fall to the ground.
Zhang Si glanced at Wu Qiu, who was shot into a hedgehog and whose 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 office after his death and surrender the swords of these Confucian scholars.
Taking a step forward, his eyes suddenly focused.
Wu Qiu actually struggled to sit up!
[How could a scholar be like this...]
Zhang Si stopped the Qin army behind him from stepping forward to finish the attack.
Based on his experience, with such an injury, every small movement is like suffering the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the body.
Such a person deserves a little grace from Zhang Si - anyway, such an injury will lead to death.
Wu Qiu had a look of pain on his face, and the physical pain made him mentally tortured.
Shivering, he touched the wooden crown and turban on the ground, then put the wooden crown squarely on his head with his hands covered with sticky blood, and then tied it with the turban to fix it.
After a few shakes, the wooden crown didn't move at all.
This may be because he didn't use any strength - he didn't even have the strength to shake his head.
He opened his mouth and blood gushes out.
The blood made him unable to speak clearly, and no one could hear what he said clearly.
You can only hear the sound of "hehe" and "gurgling" caused by the wind passing through the blood.
He sat and lowered his head heavily, which was much harder than the shaking in front of him.
His head shook twice, and the wooden crown shook accordingly.
He died, but the wooden crown remained.
Behind him, an old Confucian scholar with wrinkles on his face was in tears.
"A gentleman will be crowned even after death!"
He shouted, saying the words that his senior brother said but did not spread.
Then, like his senior brothers, he ran, charged, and moved forward indomitably.
"A gentleman will be crowned even after death!"
"There is no justice in the world, so I will die as a martyr!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"..."
Zhang Sim frowned.
The crowd of Confucian scholars shouting in front of him completely wore away his remaining patience.
Although there were still many Confucian scholars who did not move, trembled, and dropped their swords.
However, Zhang Si was already annoyed.
It's shameless, right?
"Fire the arrow! Leave no one behind!"
he shouted.
Sharp arrows were fired, round after round.
The land of Jin County Magistrate's Office is stained with blood.
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 the great Confucians, the county captain saw the great Confucians holding long swords and ordered them to be shot.
Nanyang is full of life, and it turns gray overnight.
In his prime, he looked as haggard as an old man in his seventies or eighties, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.
"Brother Chunyu, I was born as a Confucian, so I can only do this, this is all I can do! There is no way I can save my life!"
As early as in Xianyang, the two of them had agreed - the survival of Confucianism is greater than anything else!
The news that the three great scholars were martyred reached Xinzheng, and Qiang fell into Ying Chengyu's hand with a heavy look on his face.
What weighed heavily on him was not the death of the three great scholars, but the attitude of his master.
Although the master made it clear before that he would kill if he didn't change, Qiang knew that his master actually didn't like killing.
All the guests of Chang'an Jun's Mansion recognized that Chang'an Jun's wife was kind.
Therefore, while Ying Chengyuan was reading through the pages, he said to the side:
"Your Majesty, this is not your fault."
"Nonsense, of course it's not my fault. It's not like I didn't let them go."
Ying Chengyu glanced at it briefly, then closed the memorial and handed it back to Qiang.
Qiang took it with a slight shock.
"What does this expression mean?"
"I thought your Majesty would... blame yourself."
"I want to open up the people's wisdom, choose the Confucian method of proclaiming virtue, and break the moral shackles of Confucianism that kidnaps the people.
“They want to die as martyrdom to defend the Confucianism in their hearts, sacrificing their lives for fame.
"They wanted to commit suicide, and I fulfilled their demands. I have nothing to blame myself for."
Ying Chengyu walked into the inner room with a leisurely gait.
“Everyone has a choice and must be responsible for their own choices.
"This is their choice and this is the outcome they want."
After forcing his master to leave, he glanced at the memorial with a sneer.
"Ignorant! Stupid!"
…………
Yiyang.
The scientist called on a group of Mohist disciples and first copied all the Mohist books.
This is not limited to Mohist books, but hundreds of books, including "The Analects of Confucius", "Mozi", "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Wu Zi's Art of War", "Huizi" and other books must be copied.
These copied books are the versions with punctuation marks added by the Mohists.
Then use movable type printing to print and copy all the copies.
"It is right to leave King Qin and stay away from Xianyang. Your Majesty finally lets go."
The scientist said happily while calibrating.
Punctuation, movable type, paper.
These things have been invented a long time ago, but they have been suppressed by the First Emperor and scientists have long been unhappy.
Now that they have got their wish, the scientists are very excited.
Seeing the eyes of Yiyang people hungry for knowledge and seeing the rapid progress of Yiyang people's learning, the scientists smiled happily.
The Mohist giant's happiness is very simple, but also very difficult.
When the news of the death of the great scholar from Jin County came, the scientist smiled even more joyfully.
"Your Majesty acted vigorously and resolutely, and he killed well, very well! Hahaha!"
Among hundreds of schools of thought, only the Mohist school has any hero who can wield a sword to fight injustice.
…………
Wild King.
County Magistrate Wu Shi looked at the punctuation marks in front of him and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
He wrote to Tang Bing, the magistrate of Fushu County, Cui Guang, the magistrate of Yangcheng County, and Zhou Shu, the magistrate of Baicheng County, asking them to come to Ye Wang to talk to him.
The three county magistrates who also had this intention set out for Yewang in a light vehicle on the same day they received the letter.
The three of them were not at all worried about problems in the city after they left. Taoism governs by doing nothing, advocating for nature, which is better than taking care of things.
The basic structure of the city has been set up, and the people are on track. They believe that it has reached a point where we are almost the same without them.
There is just a thin piece of paper on the desk, with fourteen punctuation marks written on it.
The four people sat around the table in four directions: southeast, northwest, and stared at the piece of paper and then at the people around them. No one spoke first.
"Ahem."
Wu Shi, the magistrate of Yewang County, coughed.
He is the host, so naturally he should start.
"Gentlemen, should this punctuation mark be added to the classics and become a teaching in the school?"
Cui Guang pinched a few beards specially left under his chin and said hesitantly:
"I personally think that there should not be another setback at this time. The people of Yangcheng are happy every day, and crops and seedlings are planted in the fields. Nowadays, farmers do farmers' things, blacksmiths do blacksmith's things, and officials do official things, just like the days of Yao and Shun in ancient times. Also. Suddenly adding punctuation marks to the classics will reduce the difficulty of learning, fearing that a large number of people will rush to enter the school. Except for learning, everything will fail."
Wu Shi nodded sympathetically. Cui Guang had the same thoughts and worries as him.
Their original intention and the Taoist ideas they inherited made them not want to incorporate punctuation marks into the system.
However, if the matter could be handled so easily, Wu Shi would not need to call his three old friends to discuss it.
"If we don't spread it, others will spread it. How can we explain it?"
Zhou Shudao, the magistrate of Baicheng County, said that next to the city of Da Dao was a city managed by a great scholar.
"Baicheng has been losing its people in recent days, and people are constantly going to the black city next door. As time goes on, there are more people in the black city and fewer people in the white city. If the people in the white city are missing, nothing will happen. The black city will prosper day by day, and the white city will decline day by day. , this cannot be ignored."
This is the main reason why Wu Shi summoned three old friends.
They came to Han from Xianyang not to do voluntary labor but to prove the power of Taoism in governing the country.
Confucianism made them very passive when they announced punctuation marks in this way and under the banner of Lord Chang'an. They don't want to implement it, but if they don't implement it, Taoism can't compare with Confucianism - governing a country means governing the people, and if there are no people, it's nothing.
In Guanzhong, this kind of thing will not happen. Qin Law prohibits people from running around - ordinary people are not allowed to run from one city to another, which violates Qin Law.
In fact, the Four Great Daoists can also do this, but doing so violates the tenet of Taoism - do not violate nature and govern by doing nothing.
On the basis of not using punctuation marks and not violating the tenets of Taoism, the four Daoists had a friendly exchange, 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 could not help but speak outright in Xianyang Palace, pulled the paper and waved it in his hand twice.
Wow wow~
This sound made the three avenues focus their attention in an inquiring manner.
"Gentlemen, I have a question.
"Do you think this punctuation mark is good or bad?"
Three avenues: you look at me, I look at you, there is silence for a long time, there is no way to speak without conscience.
"Great kindness."
"Cangjie invented characters to make the continuation of civilization, and punctuation marks made it easier to continuation of civilization."
"With this punctuation mark, the classics of previous sages will not be confused, and everyone can learn from it."
Pa~
Slapping the paper on the table, Tang Bing, the county magistrate, said boldly:
"That's it! Legend! Use it in all Taoist cities! Immediately compile Taoist classics such as "Tao Te Ching" and "Zhuangzi" with punctuation marks!"
Cui Guang said reluctantly:
"But this goes against the purpose of my Taoism. Forcibly intervening in this matter with human power may lead to disaster."
"Brother Cui's words are wrong."
Tang Bing poked the paper on the desk with his fingertips.
"Cangjie created characters, can you prevent them from being created? Chang'an Jun created punctuation marks, can you destroy them?"
"Although this thing is human power, it is the way of heaven. The use of punctuation marks is in compliance with the way of heaven!
"Cangjie created the characters, the heaven and the earth wept, the ghosts and gods wept, weeping my humanity has been prosperous ever since.
"Chang'an Jun created the punctuation mark. Although there were no celestial phenomena, there were human traces. Three Confucian mantis-armed charioteers lost their lives.
"If you don't use punctuation marks, you don't follow the way of heaven, and that will lead to disaster.
"When we use it, we are following the way of heaven. What harm can this cause?"
Tang Bing's words elevated Ying Chengyu to the same echelon as Cangjie, the sage who created writing.
Although the words seem to make sense, in reality, if you really want to correct the truth, the three great masters can refute it vigorously.
However, the three avenues did not refute.
They nodded heavily with a learned look on their faces.
"color!"
They were willing to accept Tang Bing's statement and find a reasonable explanation for their behavior.
We did not go against nature, we still followed the way of heaven!
(End of chapter)
