"The future of the School of Mohism?"
Meton fell silent. This was an extremely important question.
Everyone looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.
After a long time, Meton sighed and said, "A thousand years ago, Mohism advocated universal love, non-aggression, respect for the virtuous, respect for the common, the will of heaven, the will of the heavens, the ghost, the non-life, the non-pleasure, the frugal burial, and the frugal expenditure. But then, the School of Mohism gradually declined in the Hundred Schools of Thought Debate. Eventually, it disappeared and almost lost its inheritance. History has given the answer that the political philosophy of the School of Mohism is not in line with the times."
Everyone was stunned by Modun's words.
No one expected Meton to deny the political philosophy of the School of Mohism. Kong Yingda suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing. The School of Mohism admitted that their philosophy was not in line with the times. That was equivalent to admitting the orthodoxy of the Confucians.
Li Shimin also sighed in relief. He was worried that Meton would be stubborn and cling to the teachings of his ancestors.
Master Yu also felt sad. The Village of Mohism had always adhered to the teachings of the School of Mohism, but it ended up in poverty. If not for the appearance of Meton, who knows what the Village of Mohism would be like now.
"But the School of Mohism has found a path that belongs to us! A path with a very bright future. "Meton said confidently.
"The School of Mohism?" Li Shimin asked.
"The ultimate goal of the School of Mohism is to explore the essence of the things around us. I believe that the School of Mohism will surprise everyone in the future." Meton said.
"How can there be so many things in the world for you to discover? Just because you were lucky once or twice doesn't mean that you will be lucky this time!" Kong Yingda said disdainfully. He thought that the School of Mohism was purely lucky to be able to come up with the Curved Yuan Plow and the Living Fish Secret Technique.
Meton retorted, "There are too many things in the world that we don't know the reason for. For example, why are there clouds in the sky? Where do clouds come from? How are wind, rain, thunder, and lightning formed? Why can birds fly in the sky? Why can fish swim in the water? How many animals and plants are there in the world? What is on the other side of the sea? Why does the sun rise from the east and set in the west? Why does iron rust? "
Mo Dun threw out a few "whys", shocking everyone.
Everyone was silent. That's right! Why! They knew all these phenomena, but no one paid attention to it.
.. School of thought, of course, of course. School of Mohism. School of Mohism is of Mohism. of Mohism of Of Mohism of Mohism.. of Mohism of Moism. of of Mohism of Moism of Moism of Mohist. School of Mohism Moism Medicine. of Of Mohism of Medicine of Medicine of Medicine..
"Is this the oxygen you mentioned?" Li Shimin asked.
He was very interested in this oxygen. There were countless examples of emperors in the past who pursued immortality. Although Li Shimin had not yet reached this point, if he could find this gas to maintain human life, even if he could not live forever, even if he could live for a few more years, no one would refuse.
"I believe that oxygen definitely exists. Once this oxygen is extracted, the School of Medicine will definitely have a huge development. Next, the School of Mo will actively seek cooperation with the other Hundred Schools of Thought," Meton said.
"Cooperating with the other schools of thought? I don't think there's any possibility for the School of Mohism to cooperate with the Confucian School?" Kong Yingda said indifferently. In his view, the Confucian school had already developed to such an extent that there was no need for any changes. Furthermore, the Confucian school's knowledge was all in theory, while the Mohist school's ability was in the physical, so there was simply no intersection between them.
"Oh, I originally wanted to offer something good to Lord Chancellor, but now it seems that I don't need it anymore!" Meton said lightly, but it made everyone in the Imperial College nervous.
"Good stuff?" Kong Yingda was caught between a rock and a hard place. The value of what Mo Jiazi spoke of was hard to say. If it was something like a plough to a farmer or oxygen to a family, then the Confucian School would suffer a great loss if they missed it.
However, he had just said that there was no possibility for the School of Mohism to cooperate with the Confucian School. If he suddenly went back on his words, then he would lose face.
Li Shimin saw that Kong Yingda was caught between a rock and a hard place and couldn't help but feel a little amused. He looked at Meton, who was pretending to be calm, and scolded with a straight face, "Brat, how can you speak to your teacher like that? If you have something good, quickly take it out."
Li Shimin reprimanded Meton with the tone of a parent. Meton couldn't help but shrink his head and hurriedly pulled Qin Huaiyu aside to get it.
Kong Yingda looked at Li Shimin gratefully, thanking Li Shimin for helping him out of his predicament.
Soon, Qin Huaiyu and Meton carried a three feet wide and ten feet long blackboard over. At this time, Meton used the blackboard custom-made by the Mo Family Village to write the menu for the Savant's Restaurant.
This blackboard was not like the thin iron sheets in the future. The technology of the Mo Family Village was not up to par. Old Zhang used real materials, but the weight of the blackboard increased gradually.
Meton and Qin Huaiyu were so tired that their faces turned red and their backs were drenched in sweat.
"Oh! Isn't this our World Overlord Youth? Why is this blackboard heavier than a thousand-pound cauldron? "Qin Qiong looked at Qin Huaiyu and couldn't help but mock.
Instantly, Qin Huaiyu's face flushed red. He had just been bragging about himself, but he had been exposed so quickly. Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Bao Lin, these two bad friends of his, were laughing secretly on the side, rejoicing in his misfortune.
"Bang!"
The blackboard was placed heavily on the ground, leaned against the table, and stood upright.
"This is the good thing you were talking about?" Kong Yingda looked at Meton suspiciously.
"You still want to add this?" Meton took out a pack of chalk and wrote on the blackboard.
"Hoeing crops at noon, sweat dripping on the soil. Who knows that every grain on the plate is laborious. "
The white chalk words were clearly visible on the blackboard. However, everyone's attention was not on the main point, but on Meton's poem.
"Good poem!"
Many people in the Imperial College were poetry fans, and they were all highly cultured. They could tell at a glance that this poem was a rare and good poem!
There were even many Imperial College professors who were shaking their heads and savoring the poem with an expression of enjoyment. There were even some who had already started to comment on this poem.
Li Shimin's eyes couldn't help but light up. Mo Jiazi had written a total of three frontier poems so far. In addition to the poem 'Singing Geese', the first one was a classic. Now, there was probably going to be another classic.
Li Chengqian and the others were already used to this. No matter what Meton did, they would take it for granted. After all, Meton had created too many miracles.
As for Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin, and the other military personnel, they looked at these scholars who were shaking their heads in disdain.
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