"A little bit of wind and frost, a little bit of sadness, but a footless bird never looks back."
"You must remember that my Confucian ambition is for the people of the world, for the sages of the past, and for the heart of heaven and earth! This road is lonely and dark, but the final destination is bright!"
"The king's way and the hegemony are, in the final analysis, inferior to Confucianism! The first two are for governing the people, but I, the Confucian, are for educating the people!"
"The people know benevolence and understand good and evil, and the monarch is deposed!"
In Shusun's mansion, Kong Yu sat on a high seat and talked eloquently.
If Liu Bai comes up with a plan, Liu Bai will not be in trouble!
This plan is too extreme, let alone dealing with it, because Liu Bai, a kid with a yellow mouth, won't even be able to see it.
"What the teacher said is true!"
Shusun Tong nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of hope!
The original structure of the court was so chaotic, it turned out to be because of their weak will!
The sorrow of wind and frost is nothing compared to the great wish of Confucianism!
As for Liu Bai, he was just a little more worried at most.
On the side was Chunyu Yue, who had once attended classes under Kong Kun, with an envious look on his face at this moment.
For generations of Confucianism, just this vision and pattern are extraordinary.
He didn't even dare to think about what a bright future the Confucianism of Great Qin would be heading towards under the leadership of this eighth grandson of the Confucius family.
"Teacher, there is a librarian here. When the teacher is ready to take over, the students can prepare early."
Chunyu Yue hurriedly opened his mouth to show his courtesy.
After listening to the class, I should have called 'sir' to show respect, but calling me 'teacher' seemed a bit shameless and disrespectful.
"It doesn't matter. When the museum opens and the people are busy, it will be my day to dress up."
Kong Yu smiled lightly, but he wasn't too anxious.
He has so much understanding of human nature.
The greater the expectation, the greater his influence will be, and the more Confucianism will gain by then.
Chunyu Yue and Shu Sun Tong looked at each other and nodded again and again.
"Liu Bai..."
"What a pity! I would also pity such a young talent, who is above the literary world, to have his sword broken with two fingers."
Kong Yu sighed quietly.
The two-fingered sword refers to the paper and the library, which spread the world's knowledge to all people.
"No matter how young and talented you are, you are just a defeated general under me!"
Another sigh.
...
At this time, in the Prime Minister's residence, the young talents who had temporarily sent these memorials back, plus Kong Yu's "defeated general", were communicating with the farmer about farm tools.
According to Liu Bai's idea, agricultural tools should be promoted to the entire Daqin this year.
However, Liu Bai was very dissatisfied with the progress of farmers' production and the progress of popularizing the use of farm tools among the people.
and...
This farmer's research and development of farm tools can really be described in four words: 'not moving at all'!
"Mr. Liu, unless my farmer doesn't try his best, this matter would be really difficult!"
Nong Shang was also miserable: "Farming is busy, and the people work hard every day. Even during the corvee period, they don't even get enough sleep."
"We and other farmers' children always go to other people's fields, and at most we can only teach a few people how to farm."
"This... I really can't get up quickly!"
In feudal society, the oppression on farmers was extremely heavy, and farmers' daily farm work was very heavy.
In addition, there were corvees, and even those who carried grain to the market to sell were mostly the elderly at home or they had to squeeze in some time themselves.
With decentralized teaching, farmers really can’t speed up the progress.
"This is indeed a problem for you."
Liu Bai nodded slightly, and he did not blame Nong Shang too much.
It was he, the prime minister, who took it for granted and thought that all people understood the principle that "if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools" and would allocate their time reasonably to learn farm work.
"Xiao He, you are familiar with this area, do you have any good methods that are more earthy?"
Liu Bai looked at Xiao He and asked.
This guy has been the chief official of Peixian County, so he naturally has a good reputation.
"Mr. Liu, this matter is not a big deal. It's just that the farmer's children have to do some farm work."
Xiao He smiled.
This low-level official has an easy way to deal with this kind of thing: "You only need to divide the farm children into groups of two, and only one person in each village will teach them, while the other person will help with the farm work."
"As the saying goes, if one person is able to use new farm tools and master the farming techniques, his neighbors will naturally learn from him."
"We don't worry about being widowed, but we are worried about inequality. If we have an widowed person, we will naturally become 'equal'."
Xiao He's method was extremely simple and crude.
He didn't even bother to give Liu Bai and Nong Shang a chance to be shocked, and just did it right away.
The corners of Liu Bai's mouth twitched slightly, feeling very bored.
This guy...with this easy-to-handle method, why does he feel that he is actually a little Karami who hugs his thighs?
"Mr. Xiao He is a great talent! I will tell you now and let the farm disciples do it!"
"When the time comes, communicate with the village leader first. This can also prevent people who have learned farm skills from taking advantage of the opportunity to make profits, or not teaching others."
Nong Shang nodded repeatedly.
Although the people are simple and honest, a matter that is common to all people in the world must be considered and measured with the most sinister human heart.
"Yes, the truth is redundant."
Liu Bai spread his hands, looking so beautiful.
Don't tell me, this kid Xiao He... is really easy to use! He could finally start being a hands-off shopkeeper.
"Hey... I don't know what happened to Tieniu and the others when they went to Baiyue."
Squinting his eyes, Liu Bai thought of the team he thought about so much.
...
Baiyue, Jiaozhi.
There were originally two hundred farm boys and fifty elite imperial guards, but now there were only twenty-three of them.
Even the leader Tieniu had his arm broken.
Miasma, wild beasts, poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions.
In the jungle, so many lives were lost that the survivors began to feel numb.
But now entering Baiyue, these living people are facing even more hardships!
"Commander Tieniu, what should we do next?"
A farmer disciple asked in a deep voice.
It seemed ordinary, but in fact, among the entire team, only Tieniu knew that this boy was Nong Shang's grandson and his only grandson, Nong Lin.
The farmer... bet his blood on Baiyue!
"For today's plan, we must first protect your safety."
"The Jinyi Guards are investigating ahead. There is a bandit village in the mountains. They must have rice seeds. I will lead people to massacre the village at night and leave the survivors alive. You can practice the language as soon as possible."
“In addition to finding rice seeds, we also need to master the art of planting.”
Tieniu spoke in a deep voice.
When entering an enemy's country, do not be merciful.
Killing was not what he wanted, but in such a dangerous situation, no matter how merciful he was, Tieniu's years in the battle formation of Huben Camp would have been in vain.
Moreover, Tieniu specifically chose the bandit village instead of the village, not out of pity, but because the village was located in a place with frequent contacts. As long as anyone familiar with the villagers recognized it, their team would definitely die in the enemy's country. .
Instead, it was the Bandit Village. This seemingly unreasonable choice was the most appropriate!
After all...in this era, not to mention Baiyue, even Daqin and bandit villages have their own farmland and livestock.
"good!"
Nong Lin had no other words and just nodded.
He had no objections to Tieniu's arrangement! After all, if it weren't for this experienced leader of the Jin Yiwei, all of them might have died when they entered the miasma forest.
"Champa rice..."
Tieniu took a deep breath and repeated these three words almost through clenched teeth.
"Grandpa, as entrusted by Prime Minister Liu, is right in front of you!"
Nong Lin also looked up at the sky and murmured.
