Imperial College.
When Meton stepped into the Imperial College again, he couldn't help but sigh. Although he had only been in the Imperial College for a year, it was an extremely rare memory for him.
"That's Mo Jiazi?" A group of supervisors looked at Meton as he stepped into the Imperial College and pointed at him. Although Meton had already graduated, the legend of him staying in the Imperial College was still circulating among the supervisors.
"It's indeed him!" A few senior supervisors nodded solemnly. After Meton graduated, there would still be a portion of the Imperial College students who continued their studies. How could they not recognize the famous person of the Imperial College?
"I heard that this time, the School of Mo and the Confucian School of Thought worked together to promote the Chinese language, but fell out again because of the revision of the Chinese language?" A well-informed supervisor gossiped.
"The World College is under the jurisdiction of the Imperial College. The revision of the Chinese language is the responsibility of the Chancellor. How could Mo Jiazi interfere?" A freshman snorted coldly when he saw the dissatisfaction of the School of Mo.
"The School of Mo naturally doesn't care about the Confucian School of Thought, but it's different when the other schools are added together." The senior supervisor looked at the group of people walking towards them and his expression turned serious. He was extremely familiar with the person in the lead. "
"Doctor of Law Han Fuzi!"
Han Fuzi was the pillar of support of the Imperial College. Unfortunately, he was dissatisfied with Li Shimin's amnesty of the death row prisoners and resigned in anger. He then lived in seclusion in the Mo Family Village and started a legal column in the Mo Magazine. He repeatedly pointed out the unjust and false cases and was admired by the world.
"Taoist Taishi Li Chunfeng!"
"School of Medicine Sun Simiao!"
"Duke of Lu Cheng Yaojin!"
"School of History Yan Shigu!"
"School of Gongshu!"
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These people were either of high status or were highly respected. Apart from the Mohist School, there were also two young faces. They were the King of Wei, Li Tai, and the representative of the school of mathematics, Zu Mingjun, who had no presence at all.
The Hundred Schools of Thought had gathered in the Imperial College. Naturally, it was for the Hundred Schools of Thought Conference. In order to show the status of the Confucians, Kong Yingda had decided to hold the Hundred Schools of Thought Conference in the Imperial College.
"It's my honor to have all of you here at the Imperial College," Kong Yingda said in a natural and dignified manner.
"I apologize for my rudeness." Li Chunfeng bowed. However, even though the Hundred Clans spoke abruptly, their bodies were extremely honest. After all, this was related to the future of the Hundred Clans, so they naturally did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
"Everyone, please have a seat!"
Kong Yingda waved his hand and led everyone to a large round table.
When everyone sat down, they realized that Kong Yingda did not sit at the main seat. Instead, he invited Emperor Wei and Li Tai to sit at the main seat.
Li Tai coughed and pretended to be an old man. "I came here today to pass down the imperial decree on behalf of my father. The Tang dynasty is based on education. We must teach the people etiquette, obey the law, be loyal to the emperor, and love the country. This is beneficial to the people and the imperial court."
After Li Tai finished speaking, Kong Yingda stood up and clasped his hands in agreement. "Your Majesty is wise."
The other Hundred Clans all stood up and agreed. However, Meton and everyone else understood that Li Shimin was warning the Hundred Clans that they could not only care about the interests of the Hundred Clans and ignore the imperial court and the people. After all, the aristocratic families had already learned their lesson. Li Shimin had to be wary of the Hundred Clans.
"I'll leave the matters of national studies to Chancellor Kong!" Li Tai clasped his hands and said.
Kong Yingda's expression was solemn as he said loudly, "Thank you for your appointment, Your Majesty. This old subject will definitely not disappoint Your Majesty. "
At this point, the Hundred Clans Conference officially began.
"There are a total of six years in primary school. Half a year is a semester. There are a total of twelve books of 'National Literature'. This time, the purpose of revising 'National Literature' is to cultivate useful people for the imperial court and open up the wisdom of the people. I hope that everyone will cooperate sincerely and work together." Kong Yingda looked around and took the lead to set the tone.
"Since there are twelve books, it's exactly the same as the number of people here. Why don't we learn one Hundred Schools of Thought every half a year?" As soon as Kong Yingda finished speaking, Cheng Yaojin said casually.
Kong Yingda was instantly angered to the point that one Buddha left his body and two Buddhas ascended to the heavens. If he learned every school for half a year, then why would he convene the Hundred Clans Conference and why would he place Confucianism as the sole leader?
Before Kong Yingda could refute, he saw Meton take the initiative to say, "Uncle Cheng, you don't know. The first two years of primary school were spent learning how to read and write. It's impossible for me to understand the Hundred Schools of Thought, let alone throw away my pen and join the army and dedicate myself to the country."
Cheng Yaojin came to a realization and said, "In that case, the beatings that Chumo suffered when he was young were all wronged?"
The crowd of people from the Hundred Clans didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Perhaps only a blockhead like Cheng Yaojin would allow a six-year-old child to learn military books.
Meton couldn't help but cover his head and mourn deeply for Cheng Chumo.
"Since military books can't be taught, then those frontier poems should be able to be taught!" Cheng Yaojin said angrily from embarrassment.
"That's fine!" Kong Yingda waved his hand and nodded in agreement. He didn't want to argue with the blockhead Cheng Yaojin any further.
Li Chunfeng saw this and said loudly, "Lao Zhuang's teachings are broad and profound. Governing by doing nothing is the essence of the world and should be taught to the people."
Kong Yingda retorted, "Freedom and inaction. If the number of Taoist priests increases day by day and the people focus on cultivation, what good will it do for the country and the people? Besides, do you think an ignorant student can understand Lao Zhuang's teachings?"
"The School of Mo …"
As soon as Meton spoke, Kong Yingda waved his hand and said, "It's not that the Old Man is deliberately making things difficult for the School of Mo. Based on the School of Mo's Art of Writing, it would be difficult for them to achieve anything without at least ten years of practice, let alone a child. Do you think everyone is as intelligent as Wu Meiniang?"
Meton opened his mouth and was about to refute, but he found himself speechless. The teachings of the School of Mo were indeed too obscure.
"However, Merton's Three Character Classic is good. It can be used as a starting point for students who have just entered the school." Kong Yingda said arrogantly, as if the School of Mo had taken advantage of him. However, the Three Character Classic is the starting point for every child in the world. If you want to achieve something in primary school, you can't do without the Three Character Classic! "
Meton nodded helplessly and said, "Aside from the Three Character Classic, the School of Mo's philosophy of love and non-aggression must be included in the national language."
"Okay!" Kong Yingda showed a proud smile.
However, Zu Mingjun looked at Meton in surprise. This was not Meton's style. Although he was confused, he didn't show it.
"There are many shaman doctors in the world who deceive people. The Old Man hopes that the national language will promote the School of Medicine and health knowledge. If you fall ill, you should see a doctor in time to avoid a delay in your life," Sun Simiao said sincerely.
If other doctors said this, they would be suspected of soliciting business. However, when Sun Simiao said this, everyone knew that he meant it from the bottom of his heart.
"Doctor Sun's words are very good!" Kong Yingda nodded. The rise of the School of Medicine was good for everyone. Sun Simiao naturally understood this point. Even the dominant Confucian school did not have the slightest resistance to the rise of the School of Medicine.
"Gongshu Ban has created excellent tools for the craftsmen of the world. He is the ancestor of craftsmen, and should be known by the people." The Gongshu Family's status was low, so they didn't dare to make any demands. They only wanted the name of Gongshu Ban to be known by the world.
"The Shi Family …"
"I! … "
As the meeting of the Hundred Schools went on, all of the Hundred Schools that asked for an exorbitant price were defeated by Kong Yingda, who held the initiative. In the end, only the School of Legalism remained. Kong Yingda looked at his old friend who had worked with him for more than ten years and couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He knew how stubborn Han Fuzi was.
Han Zheng said with a serious face, "The teachings of the School of Legalism are not something that children can understand. However, during this period of primary school, children's minds are not mature. Even if they commit a crime, they will not be punished by the law. It is also the time when they are most vulnerable. The Old Man believes that there is no need to promote the School of Legalism in the national language. However, it is necessary for the students to learn to abide by the law to avoid going astray. They must also learn to use the law to protect themselves."
The people of the Hundred Schools nodded. Han Zheng's words were indeed pertinent and selfless.
"I will definitely do it." Kong Yingda cupped his hands and said. He was full of admiration for this old rival of his.
After the Hundred Schools finished speaking, Kong Yingda stood up and looked around. "I will definitely incorporate your requests into the national language. In order to show fairness, each of the Hundred Schools can provide some classic essays from the Hundred Schools of Thought. The Imperial College will choose from them."
The Hundred Schools couldn't help but fall silent. Although it was the Hundred Schools of Thought, there were only a dozen of them gathered here. However, each of them had an essay, so the rest would be distributed by the Confucians. The Confucians took up at least 60% of the textbooks, while the Hundred Schools of Thought only 40%. However, none of the Hundred Schools of Thought fought for it. After all, this was what the Confucians deserved. In the past, the Hundred Schools of Thought had no place in the field of education.
Seeing this, Kong Yingda nodded in satisfaction. He had no choice but to give 40% to the Hundred Schools of Thought. After all, each of the Hundred Schools of Thought had their own unique points. Their contributions couldn't be ignored. Moreover, these 40% were divided equally among the Hundred Schools of Thought. Each of the Hundred Schools of Thought had less say. In this way, the Confucian School of Thought was the dominant school. The other Hundred Schools of Thought kept each other in check. The Confucians' position was naturally as stable as Mount Tai.
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