"Three poems in one city. From now on, frontier poems will become the most dazzling poetry genre in the Tang dynasty." In the government office of the Imperial College.
Kong Yingda carefully looked at the three pieces of paper in front of him. Two and a half poems were neatly transcribed. He sighed in admiration.
Before this, frontier poems were popular, thanks to the outstanding military achievements of the Tang dynasty. However, not many famous poems were circulated. He didn't expect that two and a half poems would suddenly appear in the Imperial College.
"What a lonely mountain, what a great Jade Gate Pass. From now on, Jade Gate Pass will be famous all over the world. It will become the most impregnable pass in the world!" A scholar praised obsessively.
The other scholars nodded. Those who could enter the Imperial College were all famous scholars. With their knowledge, how could they not know the classic part of this poem?
"What a genius!" Everyone's eyes flashed with amazement.
"Oh no! Doesn't that mean that Brother Mo Jiazi is very likely to win? Then what about the Imperial College? "Liu Yinian, a scholar, exclaimed.
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that everyone was looking at him like he was an idiot. He couldn't help but feel confused.
"You want to push away such a talented student?" Kong Yingda stared at Liu Yinian angrily, suppressing his anger.
"Uh, uh!"
Liu Yinian suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
Yes! Where could you find such a talent who could write such a stunning poem? Who would want to push away such a talent? Wouldn't that be the biggest idiot?
"Maybe he's only good at poetry. If he meets other students, he might not win." Liu Yinian argued. He was full of confidence in the students of the Imperial College. After all, the Imperial College gathered all the elites in the country. How much could Mo Jiazi learn when he was in his mother's womb?
"Hou Zhicheng lost!"
"Cui Chengxuan lost!"
Meton defeated two people in a row in a short time, shocking the Imperial College.
"Ah!"
The professors of the Imperial College were all stunned.
"Impossible!" Liu Yinian said frantically.
Hou Zhicheng was an outstanding student in the Imperial College. As for Cui Chengxuan, he was a direct descendant of the Cui family in Qinghe. Liu Yinian knew that both of them were top-notch.
Even so, these two had been defeated by Mo Jiazi. Didn't that mean that Mo Jiazi was stronger?
"Mo Jiazi is so stubborn. He must be very arrogant and hard to manage. Why don't you hand him over to the Imperial College and let the Old Man teach him a lesson?" The Imperial College Professor said passionately.
"The Imperial College teaches the Five Classics, and Mo Jiazi probably won't like it. It's better if he studies law with me! There's no conflict between Legalism and Mohism. "The law professor didn't fall for it and immediately prepared to snatch him away.
"Mathematics is compatible with all disciplines and doesn't involve the conflicts from a thousand years ago. It's better if you come to us!" The Professor of Mathematics also joined the battle.
The entire Imperial College was in chaos. A battle to snatch him away started.
Meton, who was still fighting, didn't know that he had been accepted by the Imperial College's professors in advance. Now, he was officially facing a strong opponent in front of him.
Kong Huisuo!
"Kong Huisuo, the thirty-second grandson of Confucius, greets the descendant of Mohism." Kong Huisuo bowed.
"Mo Jiazi's younger brother, Meton, greets the descendant of Kong Sheng." Meton bowed back.
Both of them had used ancient rituals, and each of them represented their most powerful beliefs and doctrines.
The battle between Confucianism and Mohism reappeared.
Even though they had a premonition that this moment would happen sooner or later, they didn't expect Kong Huisuo to stand out before the Mathematics and Calligraphy competition.
However, they didn't know that Kong Huisuo had a reason to stand out. Mo Jiazi had already defeated three people in a row. If he didn't make a move and let Mo Jiazi continue to win, then it would be meaningless for him to be the only one left. If he made a move first and broke Mo Jiazi's winning streak, then the Imperial College would have a reason to win.
"What would you like to compete in?" Meton asked solemnly.
"Poetry is just a small matter. Today, we will compete in the strategy of governing a country." Kong Huisuo suddenly changed the content of the competition because he knew that he couldn't win against Meton in terms of literary talent.
Meton looked deeply at Kong Huisuo's last words. He nodded meaningfully and said, "Okay, Senior Kong, please come up with the topic."
"The strategy of governing a country is based on virtue, and the strategy of governing the people is based on benevolence. … The prosperity of virtue leads to the prosperity of the country, and the rule of benevolence leads to the happiness of the people." Kong Huisuo was indeed an elite of the Confucian school. He spoke of the Confucian's rule of benevolence in an extravagant manner. People couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Kong Huisuo's face turned red when he finished talking about the entire strategy of governing a country. Today, he defeated Mo Jiazi and his name would definitely spread throughout Chang 'an City. His strategy of governing a country would also reach the ears of the Emperor. At that time, Kong Huisuo's days of meteoric success wouldn't be far away.
"Please enlighten me, Brother Mo!" Kong Huisuo waved his white fan and looked proudly at Meton.
"Senior Kong's rule of benevolence is indeed exquisite." Meton couldn't help but praise Kong Huisuo's talent.
Kong Huisuo couldn't help but show a proud expression. When it came to governing a country, the Confucian school was the most brilliant. The Mohist school's method was already outdated. Now, it couldn't cause any big waves.
"But …!" Meton paused. Suddenly, Kong Huisuo felt as if he was facing a great enemy.
"But once we graduate from the Imperial College, the best position we can get is the county magistrate. If Senior Kong were to govern a county, how would you carry out the rule of benevolence?"
"Of course it's to run a school! I will promote the enrollment of Kong Sheng's rule of benevolence. In three years, we will be able to govern the county, "Kong Huisuo said solemnly.
"There's a famine in the county government. The county government can only choose between disaster relief and running a school. I wonder what Senior Kong will choose!" Meton asked again.
Kong Huisuo secretly despised Meton. He wanted to set a trap for him. Who didn't know that disaster relief was the most important thing? Without hesitation, he said, "Disaster relief!"
"But the county government only has 20,000 dan of food. There's 75,000 for the disaster victims, 30,000 for the adults, and 45,000 for the elderly and the weak. The adults need to eat 5 taels of food every day, and the elderly and the weak need to eat 3 taels of food every day. Senior Kong, how long can the county government's food last?" Meton asked.
"Ah!" Kong Huisuo was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Meton to make things difficult for him. Although the Imperial College was also considered a school, he had never paid attention to it. Moreover, Meton was the most sinister. He actually divided the disaster victims into adults and the old and the weak, increasing the difficulty of the calculation.
"What a joke. Of course, there will be special officials to distribute the disaster relief food." Kong Huisuo's expression changed.
"If you can't calculate it in advance, what will happen if the disaster relief is delayed? If the county magistrate doesn't care about the food and the disaster relief officials are corrupt, causing the disaster victims to lose the disaster relief food, what will happen to the people? "Meton continued to pursue the matter.
"Then, only the national law will punish the corrupt officials." Kong Huisuo said angrily.
"If the disaster victims in the county can't survive without the disaster relief food and start an uprising, do you think you can continue to be the county magistrate? Is it the fault of the officials or your fault?" Meton's lips curled into a mocking smile. This was the Confucian school that couldn't differentiate between grain and grain. What was the use of such a talent?
"I, I, I …" Kong Huisuo's face was covered in sweat. No matter how good a benevolent government was, it was still built on the foundation of peace and prosperity. If it happened to be a chaotic year, then such a county magistrate would only ruin things. What was the use of a county magistrate who couldn't solve the problem?
The successor of the Kong Family VS Mo Jiazi's younger brother.
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