Song Yang smiled: "A rich country and a strong people, it's very simple, as long as Nanli has a few more geniuses, it will be." ”

Lord Sima immediately turned his face, and was about to slap the table and scold, but fortunately, Mrs. Liu was quick and stretched out his arm to stop him.

Song Yang pretended not to see it, and continued to say in a slow voice: "What kind of person is a genius? In ancient times, some people made iron ploughs to make farmers get twice the result with half the effort; Someone thought of stirrups and let the cavalry gallop across the field; Someone invented the saw, which allowed the craftsman to work with precision. These people are all geniuses. Can change the world with his own strength, make production simple and efficient, make soldiers and horses strong and terrifying, such a person is a genius, if Nanli has more geniuses, why not prosper... But where does genius come from? ”

"As far as blacksmiths are concerned, when a thousand good craftsmen are doing their work, at least a hundred will take the trouble to pursue labor-saving, efficient, and ingenious methods; Of a hundred such solutions, perhaps ten are feasible; Ten feasible methods can make up for each other and merge with each other, and the final refinement may be the stirrups and iron ploughs of the year. I don't need to care about the proportion of numbers, just understand the reason: genius does not grow from the soil, but comes from talent. Only when there are enough talents can we hope to 'give birth' to geniuses. If you want to be a genius, you have to have a lot of talent... What is talent? ”

"Or Wen Tao, or Wu Luo, or smelting, or medicine stones, or Xingbu... At least one of the many disciplines is proficient, and only those who can give full play to their strengths and serve the country can be regarded as talents. Where does the talent come from? ”

"Talent comes from the people. At present, one out of ten people in Nanli is literate; One out of ten literate people is fortunate enough to be specially trained; One out of ten professionally trained people may be able to produce a talent. However, if everyone in the country is literate, everyone knows how to do mathematics, and everyone has the opportunity to read and understand the writings of the sages, then how many talents will I produce? ”

Song Yang suddenly changed his words: "The mysteries of heaven and earth are endless, and Song Yang is fortunate to realize one of them: qualitative change comes from quantitative change. That's the truth! When there are more people who read, there will be talents that will continue to emerge; If there are more talents, it is expected that geniuses will appear. When I talk about reading, I am not only reading economic articles, but also comprehensive education in literature, martial arts, military, medicine, and other sciences. ”

The anger on Lord Sima's face had dissipated invisibly at some point, and he frowned and pondered, especially after hearing the saying that 'qualitative change comes from quantitative change', his eyes lit up obviously.

And Song Yang's voice didn't stop: "Do you want to enrich the country and strengthen the people, want outstanding geniuses, and want countless talents?" There is only one way: to run a school and open up the wisdom of the people. The school was established by the imperial court, and the private school was turned into a public school. ”

Speaking of this, Song Yang suddenly closed his voice, and after being silent for a moment, he stretched out his hand to point out to the many city officials on the stage one by one, and said disrespectfully: "Now Nanli, I can't point to you, I can't point to you, I can't point to you," he said, and stretched out his hand to the audience: "I can't count on you, and I can't count on me!" All adults and Makoto can't count on it! Everyone is working for rice, even if the school is free, who of you still has the energy and the heart to study? What's more, the mind is formed, and no matter how much reading goes, it won't necessarily have any effect. If you want to enrich the country and strengthen the people, you and I are useless, only ...... Doll! Today, the young man here is the hope of Ming Nan Lixiong in the world! ”

Publicly-funded schools, compulsory education, concurrent study of all subjects, and then select the best students when they reach a certain age, and continue their studies with state funding. From the current national selection of talents, to the future of the national training of talents. This is the cognition of anyone who is 'thousands of years later', and Song Yang is naturally no exception......

"At the end of the day, there are only three words: youth is strong!" Roughly talked about the mode of running a school and the benefits of setting up a publicly-funded school, and finally Song Yang read aloud: "The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, the wealth of the youth is the wealth of the country, and the strength of the youth is the strength of the country." Juvenile reading power is the country's reading ability, juvenile freedom is national freedom, juvenile progress is national progress, juvenile is better than Middle Earth, then the country is better than Middle Earth, juvenile is strong in the world, then the country is strong in the world. ”

The aphorism in "Juvenile China Says", Mr. Liang Qichao's famous sayings, were regarded as classics by Song Yang in the previous life, and they were memorized like streams, although the 'reading power, freedom' in this paragraph of Qiang Qiang is not a common word in this life, but Song Yang is reluctant to change it. But the 'Europe, the earth' in the original book really can't be changed, and he has become 'Middle-earth, the world'.

The words are concise, and the truth does not need to be explained. Nanli is weak, and it is impossible to rise suddenly overnight, and if you want to become strong, you must pay attention to the future of the country and the youth.

Ren Xiaozhu has a hard mouth, and he keeps saying that he wants to 'act impartially', and he has already issued a 'pass' to Song Yang in his heart, and what Song Yang said is indeed good, so he immediately said happily: "A good 'qualitative change comes from quantitative change', and a good 'young man is better than Middle Earth, the country is better than Middle Earth', it's over!" ”

At this time, Qingyang Sima, who was seated on the stage, suddenly stood up: "Wait! As soon as the words came out, Lord Sima suddenly realized that he was drinking the princess, and he was busy bowing and bowing, and explained incoherently: "The lower official is not, not ... Please forgive the princess... It's not that the lower officials don't allow Song and Mr. Song to pass the election, but they just want to ask Mr. Song to stay, and the old man still has something to ask. ”

Song Yang was not disgusted with the old gentleman, and smiled and saluted: "What do you ask?" ”

"The saying that a young man is a strong country is deafening. Mr. just said that he has realized 'self-cultivation and self-reflection' from heaven and earth...... The old man couldn't help but didn't want to ask Mr. about self-cultivation. ”

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement; The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. ”

This time, Song Yang didn't say anything more, and only whispered this. Then I clearly heard a soft and light female voice in the princess's silk curtain, and shouted in a low voice: "Good! Immediately, Ren Xiaozhuo's voice sounded, and it was also very soft: "What's the good?" What does he mean, my sister understands? ”

Song Yang was elected, and he did not rush to the seat where the winner was, but turned to face the east and bowed to the sages, who proposed 'young strong' and 'Tianxingjian' in another world.

In the middle of the salute, there was a sudden muffled sound of 'dong', and Master Sima was slamming his fist on the table...... He had just come back to his senses from the saying of 'Tianxingjian', his face was full of surprise, and when he saw Song Yang was 'thanking heaven and earth', the old gentleman realized that he had a gaffe, and he was at a loss for a while, half of it was to cover it up, and half of it was sincere, so he simply followed Song Yang to give a long salute and thank heaven and earth together.

The Taishou next to him was stunned, and then realized that this was a great opportunity to show awe to the upper and humble to the lower, and also got up and bowed to the east together. As soon as Taishou moved, many officials on the stage also hurriedly got up and followed.

All the officials on the stage thanked heaven and earth, and many people in the audience also did the same, and in a blink of an eye, the stage and the audience were solemn, and Ren Xiaozhuo's low voice came from behind the silk curtain into Song Yang's ears: "So many people worship heaven and earth together......"

The woman next to her chuckled and corrected: "Thank you!" ”

Song Yangli got up and walked towards the seat where Er Fool and Xiao Qi were, but before he could walk past the high platform, a contemptuous and obscure laughter suddenly came from the audience: "Hey, boy, take a slow step and ask you something." The one who spoke was a fat man, with a dark complexion and narrow nose and narrow eyes, and a bright gold collar hanging from his neck, and his clothes were conspicuous, all different from Nanli's clothes.

There were seven or eight people behind the fat man, all dressed similarly to him. Song Yang had hardly left the town before, so he couldn't talk about knowledge, but he could also recognize that these people were all Tibetans.

Tubo repeatedly violated the border and harassed Nanli, but the two countries were still friendly and good-neighborly on the surface, and there were still trade contacts.

Since the Nanli Imperial Court, there have been strict orders, in order not to give Tubo an excuse to drop swords, to protect the state officials to protect these Tubo merchants, and the coming and going has fueled their arrogance, and the Tubo merchants are also very domineering in Nanli.

Song Yang stopped and looked at the voice below: "Say." ”

The Tibetan leader grinned: "What are you doing here? said that you can't see your face when you sing, and you can't hear the ......gong when you are playing monkeys" Before he finished speaking, the surroundings were already scolding angrily, Qin Cone simply didn't say a word, and was about to step off the stage, but Song Yang stretched out his hand to stop him.

Qin Cone's voice was low: "This matter has nothing to do with you. "He had good intentions. If Qin Cone and Hongbowei make a move, those Tubo people will be killed or disabled, and they will have their own Hongbo Mansion to support them afterwards; But if Song Yang did it, the imperial court might have a different attitude.

Song Yang shook his head, he had his own reasoning: "If I have stepped down, I don't care how you clean them up; But I'm still on stage, and this guy is just making trouble for me. Ren Xiaozhu had already turned his face, but when he saw that Song Yang had stopped Qin Cone and knew that he was going to take care of this matter, he immediately ordered Hongbo Wei to stand still.

At this time, the people of Qingyang in the audience were indignant, if it weren't for the hard work of the officers and soldiers to stop them, they would have rushed over to demolish these madmen alive, and Lord Taishou also sank his face, but the princess didn't squeak, he didn't dare to give orders.

In the midst of everyone's scolding, the Tibetan leader made a sudden realization, and laughed loudly: "You are choosing Nanli Qishi? Can you run as long as you have a good job? Haha, exactly. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and crackled his belly in fear: "I can eat, it is a famous rice bucket in Tubo, can I go on stage, and rely on this belly to get over the addiction of Nan Liqishi." ”

Nanli was even more angry, but Song Yang smiled and said: "Well, I have heard that Tubo is rich in rice buckets, and I am very happy to see a living one today." ”

With a bang, all the people in Qingyang City laughed loudly, deliberately letting go of their voices, and laughing as loud as they could.

The Tibetan leader speaks good Chinese, but after all, he is not his native language, and he is not as 'native' as Song Yang, so he can't argue with him about words, and he snorts in anger and curses in the vernacular of his home.

Song Yang turned his head to look at Ren Xiaoyu's place, and bowed down first: "The grass people are not fasting, please cover your ears so as not to disturb the respectful listening." After speaking, he turned around and stretched out his hand to point at the Tibetan leader: "Rice bucket, I'm rough with you." ”

Song Yang couldn't understand the Tubo dialect, but he knew that the other party was scolding him, and Song Yang had never been a surname who didn't return the scolding in his previous life and in this life.

None of the people of Nanli expected that the young talent who was still preaching on the stage just now suddenly became a playful teenager, and directly scolded the swear words in the market, all of them were stunned, and after a while, they laughed out loud again, and even the old scholar Sima Ma, who had always been stereotypical, twisted his beard and laughed. There are countless people who agree with Song Yang's tone, pointing at the Tibetan merchants and scolding in unison: "Rice bucket, I'm rough of you!" ”

Tens of millions of people scolded in unison, and the sound was earth-shattering.