Mohism is different from other schools of thought in that it is not only a philosophical thought, but it is also an organization.
In the system of a unified dynasty, a secular organization like the Mohist school that promotes universal love, is extremely united, and has very strict internal disciplines will inevitably arouse great wariness among the rulers.
In a previous life, some netizens also pointed out that Mohism advocated right and wrong, advocated peace, acted chivalrously and righteously, had a bright heart, and did not have much ambition. The rulers were too stingy, so why panic?
As the leader of a unified dynasty, what he fears most is not ambitious villains, but gentlemen with great appeal.
For example, Wang Jian in the Qin Dynasty, Xiao He in the early Han Dynasty, and Guo Ziyi in the Tang Dynasty, after they became the most powerful ministers, they were busy using various methods to make money and land to add stain to their reputations.
These are the best people, and not only are they okay, but they also make their respective bosses look happy.
If we look at it from the perspective of Mohist disciples, there is a reason why Mohist was not favored by Mohist disciples in the back.
If you become a Mohist disciple, you are finished. You must have a very strong spirit of dedication. Mohist disciples live an ascetic life.
But what is different from real ascetics is that ascetics have a very otherworldly attitude towards life.
While being strict with oneself, one is equipped with a set of philosophical theories to redeem the soul, and while enduring the hardships on the lower side, one can enjoy the spiritual pleasure on the upper side.
It is a pity that the Mohist system neither provides abundant material incentives nor creates a set of spiritual incentives, but only emphasizes self-restraint.
Being passionate about serving the common people also goes against the true nature of human nature. It was okay during the war, but in the prime of life, who would join such an organization when they are full and have no food or clothing?
Combining the anime he watched in his previous life and the knowledge he learned from the society's academy, Yang Qian felt that the Mohist theory was very noble, but he would not do it himself.
But he is indeed very greedy for the Mo family's mechanism skills. In this world without mechanization, if he has the support of the Mo family, it will definitely be even more powerful.
Other schools of thought also have some flaws, and even the programs of many of their theories are contrary to Confucianism.
What Yang Qian wants to do is to transform New Confucianism and Legalism into foreign Confucianism and internal law, and purify other doctrines into disciplines.
Physicians train doctors.
Politicians train diplomats.
farmhouse? Nima, isn't this the Academy of Agricultural Sciences? They have high-tech talents. Whether they can have enough to eat in the future depends on them.
Yang Qian began to write hard and write down everything he thought. After finishing all the programs and thoughts, he began to write enlightenment books.
Hundreds of surnames, three-character classics, forget about anything else, the Confucian flavor is too strong and the span is too big.
The other subjects include literacy and arithmetic, as well as some practical classes. There is no need for nine-year compulsory education. Anyway, I am a fish that has slipped through the nine-year compulsory education.
For 1 to 3 years, those who are successful in studying will continue to study, and those who are not suitable for studying will go to farm land and raise pigs to make a living.
Those who are smart can learn their crafts. As long as you have a skill, the world is big and you can eat two meals a day.
There is no way, in this era there is no nine years for ordinary people to waste, and there is no telling when the fight will break out.
Yang Gan held his head and couldn't help but turn the brush. Ink splashed and he almost fell down in fright.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he almost forgot the most crucial step.
Got it from the bookshelf
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A book begins to be written. As long as the book can be written, it will be almost as good as the existence of a golden finger to myself.
Time flies, Yang Qian swims in the ocean of books, theories, and thoughts, and he actually feels selfless.
At the place where Zhuangzi escorted the prisoners, all the prisoners were called over.
The woman, about thirty years old, was holding her child in her arms, feeling a little anxious. After traveling for more than ten days, she had two meals a day. Although she was lucky, her food was much better than at home.
But after all, we are in other vassal states. What should we do if they want to kill someone?
Ran Jing stood in the center, took out a silk book from his arms and spoke loudly.
"Everyone be quiet~~~~!"
The sound of whispering disappeared instantly.
Ran Jing looked at them and nodded, then read, "The county governor ordered that all prisoners need to engage in farming, pig raising, land reclamation and other work here. They will be granted lowly status and can cultivate as much land as they can according to their abilities."
The warrant was very simple, and all the prisoners breathed a sigh of relief. Ran Jing asked, "The magistrate is kind and allows you to ask your own questions and answer as many questions as you can."
As a native of the Central Plains, Yang Qian will naturally take more care of you. If you are a foreign slave, haha, I will let you work directly in the mine until you die.
All the prisoners looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't say anything. Generally speaking, if you are a prisoner, you have no right to speak for yourself. You are lucky if you don't kill yourself.
And I don’t know if there is fishing law enforcement here. What if I express my opinion and get killed.
Among the 20,000 prisoners were untouchables, civilians, and soldiers.
The soldiers were obviously more courageous. Deng Hongda, the deputy general of Liao's 500 infantry, asked loudly, "If we only cultivate the land and raise pigs, can we have enough to eat?"
Ran Jing frowned and said, "Because you are prisoners, the governor will share your harvest equally with you. We will provide farm tools and cattle."
Everyone in the audience couldn't believe their ears. Deng Hongda's eyes widened. It seemed that he should ask more questions.
The other prisoners were already shocked. Is there still a 50/50 argument these days?
"real or fake?"
"It's impossible. In Shangguo, my family's share of the rent is thirty-seven points, seven points for the tenant, and three points for us."
"Fifty-five, if there's a good harvest, won't my granary be full?"
"I suspect it's a lie."
"How can the rent be so low?"
Deng Hongda said excitedly, "General, are you serious about this?"
Ran Jing raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "What a shame, Lord Sheriff, you are kind. Seeing that we are all from the Central Plains, he took special care of us. If we were Xiongnu, we would have been thrown into the mines long ago."
When they were sure it was true, the slaves immediately went crazy.
"The sky has eyes, we can finally farm."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu In Liao State, my family's land was occupied by scholar-bureaucrats. If I could cultivate the land, I wouldn't have to be a porter."
"If I had known earlier, it would be a pity that my old cousin would come too."
"Hahahaha, 50-50, there is such a good thing, isn't it a free bargain?"
"If I had come to Xia Kingdom earlier, my mother-in-law would not have been eaten by others, God~~~~!"
The students and masters nearby stood at the door, looking at the slaves who were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
Many people were silent. Some of them came from large vassal states and some from small vassal states. They had never seen such a thing in their own country.
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If the captives were relatively close, they would be captured and engaged in farming or the like, but all the food except what they ate would have to be turned over.
If the captives are far away from their destination, they will usually be killed because there may not be enough food along the way.
Tan Tianyan stroked his beard, his eyes kept flashing, and he was obviously thinking about Yang Qian's deeper purpose, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought about it.
As a disciple, he is very profit-oriented and good at planning. How could he give up profits to these slaves like this? There must be some fraud.
Xun Qing, who was standing next to him, kept nodding his head and said to Tan Tianyan, "Brother Tianyan, you are so lucky. Your apprentice is so kind. It's extraordinary."
One sentence almost made Tan Tianyan choke to death. He really didn't dare to accept it, because he was afraid that Yang Qian would be out of his mind and do something to slap him in the face.
On the ancient road, he led 5,000 cavalry to rob Monk Liao and Shang Guo of their money and food. This was something that no normal person would do, but he had the courage to do it.
They also blocked the news very well. Even now, no one outside knows.
If one operation is not done well, Xia Guo will become the target of public criticism, and Yang Qian will be directly pushed to the forefront. It may not be impossible for him to be ordered to commit suicide by an edict.
If he had known the inside story of this matter, Tan Tianyan would have classified Yang Qian as a lunatic.
Several students slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chief Yang treated me, the slaves of the Liao Kingdom, really well."
"Yes, our Shangguo slaves have also been properly accommodated~~~!"
No matter what class of people they are, when they see people from their own country not being harmed too much, their faces look pretty good.
After arranging the affairs of the slaves, Ran Jing still needs to send a team of soldiers to closely guard them to prevent them from escaping. In fact, this is completely unnecessary.
After knowing the treatment of slaves here, these people basically did not want to return to the country. If they returned to the country, they would not only have to endure heavy corvee labor, but also have to hand over most of the food they worked hard for.
On the border of Shangguo, people are already changing their sons to eat. If they go back, they will die, but the men in their prime are fine.
If they were some old and weak women and children, they might be abducted for no apparent reason while walking on the street. After an hour or two, a bowl of meat would be eaten by some extremely hungry refugees.
Just when Ran Jing was about to leave, Tan Tianyan took Xun Qing and Ge Zhao stopped her.
"Little general, what plans does Yang Qian have for us?"
Ran Jing was stunned and immediately handed over his hand. These guys were all world-famous scholars, so he must be respectful. The old man who spoke was the general's mentor.
"Talking about sacrificial wine, Xun Sheng, Doctor Ge, and the general have all been writing some documents recently. After all the information is written, they will come to negotiate with you. I hope you will wait patiently."
Tan Tianyan said hurriedly, "Can we go read the books he wrote first?"
"This~~~!" Looking at Tan Tianyan's expression, Ran Jing became embarrassed.
The general obviously didn't want them to know the content of the writing in advance, but Tan Tianyan was not an ordinary person, and it didn't feel good to refuse rashly.
"I need to ask for permission first."
Tan Tianyan had no choice but to nod.
Yang Gan governed the army with strict discipline, and no one dared to violate his military orders.
Yang Qian, who was on the second floor, was silent for a while after listening to Ran Jing's report with a writing brush. He decided to let these three old guys take a look first. He didn't know whether the writing was good or not. What if the writing was not good? Don't you want to be laughed at?
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