Cultural Explosion

The prince thought no one would object.

Suddenly, an angry voice came from the side: "Your Highness!"

Quan Yingzhang stood up from his chair with a cane, his face angry.

——People of his age should have a seat in the court.

"Your Highness, do you know how much it costs to build a ship? Do you know how dangerous it is to go to sea? Do you know that the natives may eat people? You are using fame and fortune to seduce scholars all over the world to die! Your Highness, I am arrogant. Now, as the Taifu and the prince's teacher, I want to persuade Your Highness to think twice before acting. This strategy is not bad, but it needs to be considered in the long run."

The incident happened suddenly, and the ministers were all outraged.

But after thinking about it carefully, it does make sense.

It is indeed tempting to educate the world, but it is also easy to make people lose their lives, especially now that the Daxia navy is not particularly mature. If the people

of Daxia are really bullied overseas, they may not be able to make those countries pay the price. If too many scholars die while going overseas, even if the person who proposed it is the prince, he will be greatly criticized.

You know, a slanderous word can melt gold and dissolve bones.

They are not as mature and prudent as Lord Quan...

The prince realized that his approach was indeed inappropriate. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Quan Yingzhang say with great righteousness: "Let me go first to deal with this matter. You are still young, but I am already 89 years old. I am not afraid of ruining my reputation. For example, in the mainland that produces potatoes and sweet potatoes, there are many natives who are ignorant of etiquette and uneducated. Let me give it a try!"

The ministers: "..."

Bah! Old man! Shameless!

Confucians immediately rushed out -

"Your Majesty! I support the prince's idea!"

"Your Majesty! I am willing to share your worries!"

"Your Majesty! I have more than ten good friends, all of whom are great Confucian scholars. If there are any criticisms, they will certainly help me with their pens! I am not afraid of criticism!"

There are also many students of the ancient literature school, who are not afraid of offending the leader of the ancient literature school!

Just kidding, this is the C position in the ancestral hall, the family tree is open separately, and the first incense is burned!

If this really makes the barbarians in the mainland believe in Confucianism and enjoy the Confucian temple! !

! It's worth it to sacrifice my life!

In the future, Confucius will be ranked first in the Confucian temple, Mencius will be ranked second, and the third will be "me"! Are you going to rush in or not? Anyway, I rushed in!

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The news of "Confucianism educating the barbarians in the new Wa Island" has spread. Of course, the stories that were spread were very politically correct, very educational, and inspiring.

For example, the court would only promote Confucius and his disciples traveling around the countries to promote Confucian culture, and would also add a friendly portrait of Confucius. They would never take the initiative to tell the general public that your kind Confucius was actually nine feet six inches tall and had superb archery skills.

They would also not tell them that Confucius' disciple Zilu, one of the seventy-two sages, originally went to Confucius to debate in military uniform and with a sword, and then it was rumored that he was defeated by Confucius and became his disciple.

- After all, "Zilu bullied Confucius", and looking at this character, it doesn't seem like he was "conquered by virtue".

When the news got out, Confucian scholars and scholars all over the world were extremely excited. Many scholars went abroad with one person, one book, one bow, and one arrow.

The rich built ships and went to the Peninsula and the New World...

The poor relied on their legs or worked hard to buy a horse to go to the grasslands, the frontier, and the land countries...

Educating the world has always been the ultimate concept of Confucianism. Even Ji Sui resigned quickly and decided to conquer the New World.

Chinese history calls it a cultural explosion.

Other countries call it a cultural invasion.

The old emperor was mixed with joy and sorrow: "Many capable scholars have gone abroad to preach their theories, so who will serve as an official for Daxia?"

And the person he was talking to was usually Empress Dou.

Empress Dou pondered for two breaths and asked, "Is there a shortage of officials now?"

"Not really. There are enough. There are thousands of people waiting to become officials, and their knowledge is not low."

The old emperor showed a painful look: "It's just that I think of those scholars who went out, who could have come to serve as officials for me." Empress

Dou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There are not many positions in the officialdom now, we can't let them waste time, right? Scholars go out to promote the prestige of the country, which has more benefits than disadvantages. Think about the glory of the previous dynasty when all nations came to pay tribute."

The old emperor touched his chin: "That's right."

He could see that this was a decision that would not show results in a short period of time, but would surely have rich harvests in the long run.

However, the old farmer's thinking made him always want the people of Daxia to manage their own fields wholeheartedly, and not always think about doing business and going to sea, which was not doing their job properly.

But he also has the courage -

"Let's wait a few years! Let's see whether this policy is good or bad."

However, it doesn't take a few years at all. Half a year later, there was news from overseas.

A descendant of the Zongheng family used his own Zongheng skills overseas to help a small country to form alliances and survive and grow in the gaps. He became famous and became a guest of honor in various countries and was deeply loved.

The descendants of the Zongheng family in Daxia: "!!!"

That's right! Daxia does not have the soil for the Zongheng family's scholarship, but there is abroad! There are many places abroad where small countries coexist. Isn't this the place where they can show what they have learned in their lives!

Maybe they can destroy a country like a certain predecessor!

Aoaoaoao——

history books are calling them, and the descendants of the Zongheng family began to charge.

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The national strength of China during this period is absolutely unparalleled in the world.

It may not be as prosperous as some previous dynasties at their peak, but it is indeed unmatched at the same time.

While Confucianism, Yin Yang School, Zongheng School, etc. went overseas to stir up trouble, they also made overseas people very much look forward to Chinese culture.

It turns out that China has such a strong culture and so many great philosophers.

——In their eyes, the founders of various schools of thought are similar to philosophers. Moreover, they are philosophers who can determine the life and death of a country.

For a time, learning Chinese culture became a new trend in overseas countries, big and small. Small countries admired the strong, big countries were curious, and Chinese characters and language became symbols of the royal family and the nobility. As for some countries that had already treated the hundreds of Chinese families as guests of honor, the royal family even took the initiative to ask Daxia to grant them surnames and pay tribute to them. There were also

many natives who traveled thousands of miles to the Middle Earth, hoping to get Daxia's household registration and settle down in Daxia.

Bai Ze stood at the lower reaches of the long river of time, stepping on the shoulders of giants, and said one word: [Cultural centripetal force.]

These top smart people in the court quickly disassembled this word and understood its meaning - the power of culture toward the center.

They, China, are the center.

The corners of the civil and military officials' mouths suddenly curled up, they walked with a breeze, and even their energy in working increased a little.

Before, Xu Yanmiao said that Chinese astronomy lagged behind foreign countries, and they were still holding their breath.

Who is lagging behind who now? Who worships who? Take a look! Take a good look!

"Ahem, Xu Yanmiao." The Minister of Rites put the official document in front of Xu Yanmiao in a pretentious manner: "Look at these foreigners who want to immigrate to my Great Xia. There are too many of them. I don't know if this arrangement is feasible."

[Ah? Me? You ask me, a Ministry of Personnel, whether the regulations for arranging foreign immigrants are reasonable? ]

Xu Yanmiao kept a polite smile: "Okay."

Then he checked the system to see if he could find the reason.

[Huh? Not only did you ask me, but other departments also asked - oh ~ then I understand, it's to show off this achievement! ]

The Minister of Rites naturally adjusted the collar of his clothes and smiled.

Of course not, I just sent them all at once so that it wouldn't be too abrupt to send you one.

By the way, he urged: "Xu Lang, look quickly--"

Which is better, our Daxia or foreign culture?

Xu Yanmiao read it carefully and was shocked: "Is the treatment so good?"

The Minister of Rites said: "After all, you are the first batch of people, you must be given some preferential treatment, so that more people can drift in... Come on! I'll take you to see!"

Then, Xu Yanmiao was pulled into Daxia's foreign city-Fanfang.

There were many foreigners with other skin colors, other hair colors and other eye colors, either returning from the outside of the Fang with silk in their arms, or standing on the street and talking to people in the poor Daxia Mandarin, saying that there was a few acres of land behind the courtyard where they lived, and two acres would be used as a melon field and one acre as a vegetable garden.

It was very lively.

"These foreigners all have household registration." The Minister of Rites said softly: "If you want to become a Daxia citizen, buy a house and settle down in Daxia, you must have a household registration."

- With a household registration, you can collect taxes and perform corvée labor.

Yes, no matter what race, hair color, eye color, or language you are, you have to pay taxes and perform corvée labor when you come to Daxia.

"If you know how to farm, you will be allocated land and asked to farm. However, it will only be allocated to villagers. There are many people and little land in the city, so no allocation will be made."

...

Andrei is a male slave from the Black Sea. He was stored under the deck of a transport ship as cargo and was about to be sold to Crete Island to grow sugar crops there.

The waves swayed, and the ship swayed too. From the cracks in the deck came the captain, the sailors, and the first mate, laughing and talking about how much gold coins their group of slaves could be sold for, with tobacco pouring out like a river.

Andre could understand what they were saying. He knew that the youngest in the cabin was a little girl, only three years old, and the merchants wanted to sell her for four gold coins.

The most sought-after slave in the cabin was a slave from Syria. Slaves from this place were often sold at a very high price because they were smarter - they could be sold for at least twenty gold coins.

As for a healthy and strong adult man like him, he could be sold for a thousand copper coins.

But for such valuable slaves, the ship owner provided them with rotten food and leaky buckets.

Andre's stomach was aching. He lay in the cabin and hummed softly. His face was very yellow, his head was swollen and dizzy, and he seemed to hear a faint buzzing sound in his ears.

He was a little homesick.

In that emerald green valley, a girl holding a triangle sat beside the Mirror Lake, her fingers plucking the strings of the piano, as if flower petals were plucking the piano. The breeze blew up ripples on the water, the hem of the skirt kissed the earth, and water birds swooped down and caught fish in the lake.

He didn't have time to ask the name of the song, he only knew that the sound reminded him of the forest and dew, and the water slowly slid down the leaves.

"Boom boom--"

There seemed to be the sound of a war outside. The door panel was rubbed by something and then broke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder hit his face. Andre was no longer in the mood to guess.

A strange face appeared in front of him. He recognized it. It seemed to be a Chinese.

The other party looked at them, turned around and shouted something in a loud voice. Andre did not understand. He could only see that although the other party was a little disgusted with the stench in the cabin, he still called people to move their group of slaves out.

He did not understand what those Chinese people were saying -

"Mr. Ji, this seems to be a warehouse for human traffickers."