"East...Qian...Shu...yuan?" A great scholar received a letter inviting him to give lectures.
But his reaction was:
"What the hell! Don't go!"
"They said they are willing to give you two thousand taels of silver as a gift." The disciple said softly from the side.
"Two thousand taels of silver?" The scholar's eyes flashed, but after recalling the so-called Dongqian Academy, he still shook his head:
"It's just two thousand taels of silver! Boy, how can I bend my waist for these yellow and white things, boy?"
"Go, go, tell them not to go! We scholars have our own character!"
This situation happened in the homes of many great Confucians.
The letters sent to various places, without exception, almost all came to nothing.
The middle-aged man, Yan Chun's son Yan Kunpeng, couldn't help but frowned after hearing the news.
He really had never been among scholars, and he didn't expect that these guys actually looked down on the money. He always thought that the so-called nobleness of these Confucian scholars was just not worth it.
Could it be that I misunderstood that they really have a lot of backbone?
He found Tang Yin and asked about it.
Unexpectedly, the old man immediately opened his mouth and revealed the key:
"Young Master, this little money is not enough to hire them. You don't know if you are not in this circle, but those great scholars are rich!"
The character is fake, but the money is not enough, that is the real thing.
Two thousand taels of silver is indeed a lot, enough for ordinary people to live a lifetime of food and clothing, but if it is small, there will be no shortage of money for those who can become great Confucians.
After all, no one will pay you a salary if you just talk. Peaceful years require land and shops.
And the great Confucians happen to have it.
Apart from anything else, those books, pens, inks, paper, and inkstones are not cheap goods. If you don't have to work for yourself, you can afford to support a family with rich scholars and you will not be short of money.
Moreover, they also have disciples, and among these people there are inevitably some disciples from wealthy families who come to get gold plating. At this time, a "meeting gift" is indispensable.
Therefore, none of the great scholars in the world was short of money. Although two thousand taels of silver was not a small amount, it was not enough for them to give lectures.
Not only that, Dongqian Academy has little reputation and is currently just a product of self-entertainment.
Great Confucians are also in demand. They give lectures to develop contacts, spread their reputation and inner thoughts, and leave their names in the history books.
When the Donglin Academy was built in later generations, it attracted a large group of great Confucian scholars to take the initiative to give lectures and discuss Taoism. Because the family became famous, the great Confucian scholars came to seek fame and spread their ideas.
Dongqian Academy does not have these, and the current price is not satisfactory, so of course they cannot be willing to come to Dongqian.
After learning the news, Yan Kunpeng immediately made a decision:
Add money!
If five buckets of rice is not enough, then one stone, ten stones!
However, just when the young head of the family was about to launch a financial offensive to severely humiliate those great scholars, a letter from the north stopped his behavior.
It was written by his beloved ancestor.
After receiving the news that the great scholars had rejected him, Zu had already guessed what he was thinking.
He told him in the letter that there was no need to spend a lot of money to invite those great scholars. The price-performance ratio was too low. He vowed that in a few years, the trend in the court would change and Zhu Xi would no longer be the only one to believe in.
He had a better option and just had to wait three years.
…
On the blue sea, countless wooden boards and debris were floating, and ships could be seen burning and sinking below the sea level.
There were dozens of ships at the scene, and although all of them bore the trauma of the war, the flags above their heads still stood in the wind.
Clearly, they are the winners.
The high sails highlighted their identity, and the Luzon flag once fluttered over several islands in the Southeast Asia. The jurisdiction of the Luzon Governor's Mansion is no longer limited to the small Luzon Island. In recent years, they have attacked everywhere, occupying more than half of the islands in Southeast Asia, and expanded the total force to as many as 40,000 people.
Today's battle broke out near the Strait of Manchuria, and the final outcome was the escape of those barbarians with big noses and blue eyes.
This is not their first invasion. As early as the Zhengde period, a Portuguese navy invaded Nanyang.
This army was led by Albuquerque, Duke of Goa, known as the "Portuguese God of War". It had 1,200 soldiers and 17 warships, and its goal was directly towards Manga.
This was a fleet that destroyed the country. The Sultanate of Managara declared its demise after resisting for seven months, and the place was occupied by Portugal.
But in a place as important as Manchuria, how could the Luzon Governor's Palace allow others to get in trouble? With an order, the Luzon Navy dispatched nearly a hundred warships carrying more than 3,000 soldiers to attack.
The Portuguese warships have advanced French cannons, and the Portuguese soldiers are also battle-hardened, experienced and disciplined. In addition, they have repeatedly won victories since entering the East. Therefore, Albuquerque is full of confidence and believes that this Eastern army is equally powerful. will be his opponent.
However, after the actual battle, he was surprised to find that the opponent also had a Franco machine cannon, and his water combat capabilities were not inferior to theirs.
"Shit!" At that time, he could only curse angrily as he watched one ship after another being sunk.
"Who leaked the artillery secrets? This is an act of naked treason!"
However, no matter how incompetent and furious he was, he could not change the outcome. In the end, the "Lion of the Sea" could only use the ship that lost power as a cover, and retreated in embarrassment with his flagship and two broken ships. This was what he had suffered since entering the East. The biggest failure.
The Luzon Army captured three warships and more than 400 Portuguese soldiers, garrisoned troops in Manchuria, which had lost its government, and opened a council.
That was the first collision between China and the West, and it ended with a complete victory for the East.
But it was obvious that Albuquerque was not convinced. The two sides had been fighting here for many years.
After all, their goal is the legendary Ming Dynasty with "gold everywhere", and the Manlajia Strait is the entrance. If they can't cross Manlajia, they can't even enter the waters of the Ming Dynasty.
Even if you go around from other places, there is still the risk of having your butt touched at any time.
Counting the first recapture of Managa, this was Albuquerque's fourth large-scale attack. A total of twenty warships, but they still failed. He also learned his lesson and saw that the situation was not good. They retreated immediately, leaving behind five warships, more than 400 corpses, and 200 prisoners.
"These Franji people are really evil-minded." The captain standing at the bow of the ship looked at the bound red-haired barbarians and frowned:
"When will the Governor give the order to go straight to Huanglong and destroy the lair of these Franji people to save them all this trouble?"
"Your Majesty, Chief of the Navy, the Governor's Mansion is already discussing this issue. However, the previous Nanyang offensive has just ended. Many islands have been digested. The people from the mainland have just settled down. It is not suitable to use troops. Please Please be patient..." A military official said at the side:
"Also, I would like to remind you, sir, that they are Portuguese."
"What Portugal is, isn't it Franji?" The Luzon Navy chief was still used to the old name.
"Master General, this is an order from Nanjing, which requires us to strictly distinguish the several countries in the West. Many of them are also hostile to each other. We cannot generalize them and attack them on sight." The clerk reminded.
Some, such as missionaries, can get some European technology from them. Coupled with Yan Ling's own grasp of the correct development direction of weapons, he can definitely gain a leading position in the future.
If these guys kill them all, it will be a huge loss.
"I got it." The navy commander also remembered Nanjing's order, and his expression became serious. He looked at the flag carefully and wrote down the country represented by the flag.
After all, the clerk was a scholar. He had practiced in Luzon for several years and already had rich political experience. But he saw something from the increasingly frequent battles.
Looking at the broken ship and prisoners, he murmured to himself:
"When barbarians from the west come from the east, we in Luzon have become the bridgehead..."
(End of chapter)
