Chapter 152 Bones are no match for sticks (First update, please subscribe)
Who is the master of this land?
Are they Indians? Just go to sleep, dreams can have anything. The owner of the land has always been determined by who has the stronger fist! Otherwise, at most they are just indigenous people.
Owner?
Are you worthy?
This is the simplest truth. No matter how much evil those white people did, how many crimes they committed, or how many people they killed in the New World, why were they able to become the masters of this land?
To put it bluntly, they won the right to survive on this land through war.
No matter what you say, you can't change the reality - white people are now the masters of this land. Even if they are the masters, why should they allow the Chinese to survive on this land?
If you can't survive with your fists and guns, then you deserve to be ruled and bullied by others.
This is not a question of the right to speak, nor is it a question of civilization and barbarism. The most practical issue is: why should others share their right to survival, which they have fought for with their fists, with you?
What's wrong with you having so many people?
There are more Indians, but they are still colonized by the British. There are more Chinese, but they are still enslaved by the Qing Dynasty.
"Therefore, we must mobilize all the people to fight. Otherwise, we cannot survive and we cannot be independent!"
Although his lord's words were powerful, Sun Muli spoke almost instinctively.
"My lord, even if a country is great and warlike, it will eventually perish..."
Before he could finish, Zhu Xianhai sneered.
"But if we forget about war, it won't be a crisis! It will be destruction! Not just the destruction of the country, but even the extinction of the race!"
After being scolded by his lord, Sun Muli broke out in a cold sweat on his back. If he had not been sitting on a chair, he would have knelt down and apologized.
Looking around at everyone, Zhu Xianhai snorted coldly.
"From now on, don't use the words "A country, no matter how big it is, will perish if it loves war" or other sage teachings to justify your actions. In fact, the so-called teachings of sages have been tampered with by successive rulers in order to maintain their rule, making it called Confucius and Laozi and Zhuangzi. Confucius' teachings advocate initiative, advancement, group, strength, competition, and responsibility; while the so-called Taoism of Laozi and Zhuangzi advocates tranquility, conservation, division, gentleness, concession, and giving up."
In essence, the teachings of Confucius and Mencius advocate competition and even war. Since the day when Dong Zhongshu in the Han Dynasty used the teachings of Huang Lao, especially the teachings of Laozi and Zhuangzi, to distort Confucianism in order to please Emperor Wu of Han, the so-called Confucianism was just a layer of skin. The saying of "Confucianism on the outside and Legalism on the inside" was just the core of the Legalist concept of humiliating the people, weakening the people, and impoverishing the people. However, the lesson of the Qin Dynasty's demise in two generations made the rulers of the Han Dynasty have to learn. Therefore, the teachings of Laozi and Zhuangzi, which advocate gentleness, concession, giving up, and obedience, became the best choice.
From then on, rulers of successive dynasties continued to "interpret Confucianism" with the Legalist's core idea of "humiliating the people, weakening the people, and impoverishing the people", and used Laozi and Zhuangzi's teachings to cover up the idea of weakening the people. The ultimate goal was nothing more than to maintain the monarch's rule.
"What's more, in order to maintain their rule, the kings and officials of all dynasties have implemented policies that weakened the people. Throughout history, there have been several emperors and generals who advocated martial arts. The poems and lyrics handed down in China either describe the hardships of military service or the misery of war. Few people enjoy military service. As for the line "I will not return until I have slain Loulan", it is as rare as unicorn horns and feathers. Such works make people "hang their heads in dejection and feel sad and heartbroken" when reading them. And what about Chinese novels? They are either beautiful women or talented men, foxes or demons, ghosts or gods, or strange and bizarre. In those novels, how many of them describe the great achievements of real men who shed blood on the battlefield to protect the country and the people? Moreover, there is a proverb and saying among the people that "a good man does not serve in the army, and good iron is not used to make nails". What's more, parents and elders often use this saying to teach their children and grandchildren. With no martial spirit in these things, how can the country not perish? How can the nation not be enslaved by foreign races... Don't forget..."
Staring at them, Zhu Xianhai's face was calm.
“You are all Han Chinese!”
At this moment, everyone present was trembling slightly. They realized that the man in front of them was definitely not just talking, he had seriously considered these things and had made up his mind, even... a Han Chinese!
What's this gentleman's last name?
What’s your name?
They were all educated people, so how could they not know the meaning of the generation name? It was just that they were smart enough not to poke at that layer of window paper.
"This, this... Since the lord has made the decision, we should do it according to the lord's wishes."
Fang Zhanbo is quite straightforward. He is a typical scholar of the Qing Dynasty. He always takes the will of the monarch as his own and is the kind of person who is tamed to the core.
"This, this is inappropriate!"
On the other hand, Qian Deshan still has some ideas of his own.
"This will require all officials and civilians to train every week, which is bound to arouse the dissatisfaction of the people. The people's will, the people's will..."
“What is the will of the people?”
Zhu Xianhai asked back.
"During the Jiashen Rebellion, when the Qing Dynasty issued the order to shave their hair, everyone in the country rebelled. People would rather keep their hair than their heads. At that time, our ancestors shed blood to protect their hair. But what about now? Tell me, what did you think when the Taiping Army asked you to keep your hair? And how did you feel when your braids were cut?"
Qian Deshen was speechless now. After all, he was extremely reluctant to cut his braids, but the ancestors of the Qian family... had indeed fought against the Qing Dynasty and some had died!
Although Zhu Xianhai has always believed that violence is not omnipotent. The Qing Dynasty implemented the hair-shaving order with cruel and ruthless means, but the consequence was decades of anti-Qing riots. But military training... is not about beheading, so it does not need to be forced by violence.
Moreover, thanks to the Qing Dynasty's more than 200 years of enslavement and domestication, since they can accept the exploitation and oppression of corrupt officials, they can naturally accept military training. As long as it becomes a tradition, it will be fine!
They may not be used to it at first, so use sticks to make them get used to it. Aren’t they not used to braids at first?
Now, when it is time to cut their braids, everyone cries for their parents. If the ancestors saw the filial sons and grandsons, they would kick the coffin.
No bone is harder than a knife.
Zhu Xianhai didn't believe that they would have the guts to use their brains to resist the military training. Let alone their heads, even if they were hit on the head with a stick, they would probably give in immediately.
Looking at the silent crowd, Zhu Xianhai smiled again.
"Besides, it's just military training for all the people, only one day a week, just practicing marching, learning shooting and throwing bombs and other military training. Let's think about it from another perspective. When the common people were at home, how many of them had not done forced labor or been assigned to do odd jobs by the government? Even if we count the one day of military training a week, it's still not as much as the odd jobs assigned by the government. Don't you think so?"
Seeing that their lord had given them a way out, smart people like them naturally went along with it, and they all agreed. In fact, they would not persist to the end at all.
What is public opinion?
All the scholars under the rule of the Qing Dynasty knew this, but they also knew that thunder, lightning, rain and dew were all grace from the emperor, and that the emperor could kill people.
Maybe the gentleman in front of him has never killed anyone, but...what if he did?
Submission...is not necessarily a bad thing!
Looking at the people who stood up and said yes, Zhu Xianhai of course knew what they were thinking and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Is this the kind of obedience he wants?
He had no answer in his heart!
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(End of this chapter)
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