"That's good too! The Kong Family has done their best for all the scholars in the world. I hope that all the scholars in the world will not disappoint the Kong Family's intentions. You can study with all your heart and not waste the good times. "Kong Desheng sighed.
Meton's heart moved. "This is simple. I have a poem here to encourage learning. With the help of the library, it will definitely let all the scholars in the world know the benefits of studying."
"Poem!" Kong Yingda and Li Changshou's hearts moved.
If other people wrote poems in front of the descendants of Kong Sheng, it would be like displaying one's slight skill in front of an expert. However, everyone in Chang 'an City knew that Mo Jiazi's poetry was amazing! Every one of his poems was a peerless masterpiece. If they could get the help of Meton's poems, the library would definitely become popular.
What Mo's Journal lacked the least was paper and pen. At that moment, Mochi offered the paper money. Meton waved his hand and wrote, "Rich people don't need to buy fertile land. There are thousands of millets in the book."
"There is no need to build a skyscraper. There is a house of gold in the book."
"Don't hate that you don't have a good matchmaker. There are beauties in the book."
"Don't hate that you don't have a companion when you go out. There are many carriages and horses in the book."
"A man wants to live his life. He diligently studies in front of the window."
Kong Desheng's eyes lit up. He suddenly shouted, "What a good 'there is a house of gold in the book. There are beauties in the book.'"
Everyone in the world knew that they wanted to study, but they didn't know why they wanted to study. But now, the Mohist's inspirational essay could be said to be full of the benefits of studying. It immediately aroused the desire of a real man to study. Even the old Kong Desheng couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
"This is the true portrayal of the scholars of my generation."
Kong Yingda also took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart. He believed that with this poem and the library, it would definitely set off a craze of reading in the world.
He took a deep look at Mo Jiazi and could not help but sigh in his heart. Mo Jiazi had such talent. For the first time, he believed that Mo Jiazi would definitely be able to defeat the encirclement of the Seven Great Families.
However, what he didn't know was that Mo Jiazi had added a few extra words to the "Inspirational Chapters". In the original chapter, it was about reading the Five Classics in front of the window. Mo Jiazi had secretly changed the Five Classics to the Hundred Classics. After all, this was Mo Jiazi's help. Kong Yingda couldn't change it even if he wanted to.
However, Meton did not stop and continued to write.
"I advise you not to cherish your golden robe, I advise you to cherish your youth."
"When a flower blooms and is ready to be plucked, it must be plucked straight. Don't wait until the flower is gone and the branch is empty."
Kong Yingda could not help but sigh and say, "When I advise you to cherish your youth, there was a poem in the Han Dynasty's Yue Fu: If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll only be sad when you're old. Meton's poem is indeed similar."
Kong Desheng nodded repeatedly. The youth was so precious. It was the best time to learn. If you really wasted your youth, you'd only be sad when you're old.
Just these two poems would definitely be able to make his name pass down through the ages, motivate countless students to work hard and lead the tide of reading in the world.
Just as the two of them were excited, they saw Meton pick up his brush and write again.
Kong Yingda could not help but slap his forehead and shake his head with a smile. He had forgotten that his student had a habit that made him like him but also made him gnash his teeth in anger. It was fine if he didn't write, but when he did, he would write three poems. However, the third poem was usually only half a page.
As expected, Mo Jiazi wrote two lines and then put down his brush. The two of them looked and saw that there were only two lines on the paper.
"Knowledge is power. Knowledge is wealth."
Kong Desheng could not help but read it out softly. These two lines could not even be called a poem, but each line was sonorous and powerful.
Meton said proudly, "That's right. The world's power is in the hands of the aristocratic families. However, our Hundred Schools can be said to be unarmed. However, they don't know that knowledge is our greatest weapon, our greatest strength. Knowledge can make a penniless person rich. It can make a defenseless scholar strategize and decide victory from a thousand miles away."
Kong Yingda and Tian Yuantu nodded solemnly. Back then, Confucius had nothing and only relied on his knowledge. In the end, he founded the Confucian School. Back then, the Mo Family Village could be said to be as poor as a church mouse. They relied on their ink skills to become the richest village in the world.
Meton watched Kong Yingda and Tian Yuantu leave. Behind them, several carriages filled with movable type left. Just as he was about to leave, Tian Yuantu's voice suddenly rang out behind Meton.
"You gave such a powerful weapon to the Kong Family. Aren't you afraid of raising a tiger and inviting calamity?"
Once movable type printing appeared in the world, the Confucian School would definitely be at the peak of its power again. Such a powerful weapon was given out by Mo Jiazi. This made Tian Yuantu, who had always been hostile to the Confucian School, extremely uncomfortable.
"The greatest weakness of the Mo Family's ink skills is that they are easy to imitate. As long as the Mo Family uses movable type printing, it will definitely be known by others. However, this is also an advantage. It is the reason why the Mo Family has grown so strong. Moreover, as long as one stands at the peak of technology, one can reap great benefits. Now, the most advanced technology of movable type printing is in the hands of the Mo Family. With the Kong Family advertising for us, I believe that it won't be long before the book printing houses in Chang 'an City come to buy it. "Meton said confidently.
"What about the library? With the addition of movable type printing and the library, the Confucian School's position will be as stable as Mount Tai. It will be a hundred times more difficult for the Mo Family to defeat the Confucian School." Tian Yuantu frowned.
However, Meton smiled and said, "If the things in the world are in the hands of only a few people, then these people will easily form an alliance and monopolize these powers for their own personal benefit. This is the case for the aristocratic families, the Confucian School, and even the Mo Family one day. However, a thousand people have a thousand faces, so how can the hearts of the people be the same? The aristocratic families cannot control the people in the world. Even if the Seven Hopeful Families are at the peak of their power, there will still be people who are not convinced. This is the reason why the Mo Family has the confidence to contend with the Seven Hopeful Families. Similarly, the Confucian School is the same.
"The Old Man looks forward to the arrival of that day!" Tian Yuantu's eyes lit up. At this moment, he finally understood Meton's intention. In his heart, he was not so disgusted by the cooperation between the Confucian School and the Mo Family.
"It will definitely happen. In the end, the world will belong to everyone. The monopoly of a few people will eventually be broken. The lofty Seven Hopeful Families will fall from grace, and the Confucian School's supremacy will become history," Meton said firmly.
"It will definitely happen!"
Tian Yuantu suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and changed the topic.
"However, since Merton has written three poems for the Confucian School, we can't favor one and discriminate against the other. The Mo Family's poetry column is still waiting for us!"
Meton laughed and took out a manuscript from his bosom. He handed it to Tian Yuantu and said, "Then the Mo Family must leave enough space for this issue's poetry column."
After Morton left, Tian Qiong, who had been concealing his identity, couldn't wait to open the manuscript. He was surprised to find that Morton had given him a long poem.
"Mo Jiazi must have forgotten that with movable type printing, even a poem twice as long will not be a problem," Tian Yuantu said proudly.
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