Taishi Ling suppressed his anger and said loudly: "I heard that Confucianism collects all kinds of books in Jiujiang at the price of one pound of gold and one pound of classics, the most of which is the national history of various vassal states, and even plans to compile the history of Xia, Shang and Zhou. ”

"Ah, Shijia!" Zhao Wen looked at Taishi Ling, whose beard trembled, and couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, it seemed that the cultivation of history had always been a Confucian thing in his memory, and he actually forgot that there were still historians in this era.

However, he still asked with doubts: "How many historians are there now, can they compile a national history?" ”

Taishi Ling's face was suddenly embarrassed, the historian family is the least inherited among the hundred schools of thought, it can be said that it has always been only passed on between father and son, even if it has received the historians of the six countries now, there are only more than ten people, some of them have been inherited over the years, and if you want to compile the history of the Xia, Shang and Zhou kingdoms and the history of the eight hundred princes, it is by no means possible to do it in a short time!

"There should still be a historian inheritance among the people, Taishi Ling can let the cabinet find it on his behalf, if the historian can have a hundred people, I can order all the historical materials collected by Jiujiang County to be sent over!"

Now Zhao Wen has remembered that the historian is not only a historian, but also a hereditary Taishi Ling, and even the position in the history museum is passed down from generation to generation.

Thinking that he had never heard of any classics compiled by historians in history, Zhao Wen looked at Tai Shi Ling's expression and gradually became cold: "If it can't be done in a short period of time, I can ask Confucianism to send disciples to help historians sort out history books from all over the world!" ”

"No!" Tai Shi Ling's face turned red, and he already understood in his heart that if he couldn't have enough people to compile history books in a short period of time, the history of Daqin would have nothing to do with the historians in the future.

"The cabinet can help ask the historians of the rest of the countries that it has received before, and see if anyone is willing to spread the historian inheritance and teach a few more disciples!"

In Zhao Wen's view, the historian still needs to survive, after all, the revision of history is an extremely professional thing, and there will be a lot of jokes in the future of Confucian history revision, since the historian himself is unwilling to increase the number, he will force him to increase.

There are only more than ten schools of thought that still exist, and the others have long been dissipated in history, and in the face of the inheritance being swallowed up or spread by Confucianism, he does not believe that Taishi Ling will continue to abide by the old rules.

"No!" Wang Juan stepped forward to answer, and looked at Tai Shi Ling's eyes with a bit of contempt, only one person from generation to generation, monopolizing the country's history revision as hereditary in the family, and only one historian among the hundreds of families did this.

Seeing the Shi family, Zhao Wen remembered the rest of the hundreds of princes, as if they didn't like to recruit disciples except for the Mo family, which had been ostracized.

Taoism became a belief after Huang Lao's rule, and the name changed from Taoism to Taoism, although it is related to several Taoist rebellions, but there are too few disciples to pass it on in the end, but it is definitely the biggest reason.

"I have built the Jiujiang Academy in Jiujiang to teach Confucian classics, and I will also establish the same academy in the Qin capital to expand the number of disciples who study Confucianism.

"In the future, there will be more and more people in Great Qin, and they will only rely on themselves to slowly pass it on, and I am even worried that in a few years, there will only be one name left in Great Qin!"

"If they want, I will pay for the construction of the academy!"

All the ministers in the hall looked up at the same time, and some of them had obvious joy on their faces.

To expand the inheritance of the hundred schools of thought, Confucianism, which now occupies a dominant position among the civil officials of the Great Qin Dynasty, is naturally unwilling, but now that the emperor has said it, it is not something they can refuse, and they can only sigh secretly in their hearts for the good luck of these people.

For Zhao Wen, the basic knowledge of all the academies in Daqin is to study Confucian classics, but after reaching a certain height, he can spread his knowledge.

The sons of a hundred schools have been passed down for so many years,

There is definitely merit.

For example, the Mohists removed some of these radical ideas, and brought back knowledge such as physics and chemistry, and even natural science knowledge, which could be completely learned by the Mohists.

As for Taoism, not to mention, although it became a Taoist gate later, making Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi from thinkers to religious figures, Zhao Wen will not forget that Huang Laozhi learned to govern the country, but he was also brilliant.

As a doctrine, this valuable knowledge is a priceless treasure that should never be left in your own hands!

Since arriving in Jiujiang, he has been trying to increase the number of scholars in this era, and until now, the largest number of scholars who have entered the court are actually the scholars he brought from the Ming Dynasty.

As a modern person, Zhao Wen naturally thought about asking the cabinet to prepare a plan, and then implement it in an orderly manner according to the plan.

But the reality is that he has been there for almost a year, and he still doesn't know how many people there are, let alone how many fields there are, and he doesn't even know how many officials there are, and how old these officials are.

Walking towards the outside of the palace with a blank face, today's court meeting not only suppressed all the military nobles, but even many civil officials may have opinions about themselves.

It took great difficulty for the two Confucianists and the French family to suppress many people, but the establishment of their own academies is tantamount to making these people work in vain over the years.

However, Zhao Wen just wants to tell all the civil and military forces in this era that if they can't teach enough talents to make their choices, UU will use their own methods to cultivate.

Outside the Shaofu farms in various places, a large cart of snow-white salt was released along with pumpkins, which immediately made all the people who saw it sluggish.

"Your Excellency, you said this is table salt?" An old man asked hesitantly.

On weekdays, everyone sees a lot of table salt, most of which are black lumps, and no one has ever seen this kind of snow-white grain of salt.

"Yes, His Majesty the Second Emperor remembered that the people of the world had a hard time eating salt, so he deliberately transferred some salt from the south with his own silver and sold it to the people of Qin at a low price!"

The steward in the Shaofu farm shouted loudly, but the deputy commander of the Shaofu said that His Majesty had already spent the money, and everyone must know His Majesty's love for the people.

"Don't say it's you who have such a good salt, even I haven't seen it, but it was brought over by His Majesty to sell it at a low price, you are blessed this time, you actually encountered such a good thing!" The tone of the young house steward was full of emotion, obviously he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"I wonder how much a pound of such good salt will cost to sell?" A young man in the distance asked aloud.

"It's the same as the black salt you use on weekdays, forty copper coins a catty!" The steward of the Shaofu said a price beyond everyone's imagination, and then said loudly: "But this is Your Majesty's money to give the people a low price, so each person can only buy one catty, and it is never allowed to be hoarded!" ”

"Give me a pound!" A strong man who was crowded at the front immediately spoke as fast as he could.

"And me, I want a pound too!"

The news spread farther and farther, and after a while, everyone knew that His Majesty himself spent money to provide the people with the best salt at a low price, who wants to miss such a good thing, and the Shaofu Governor was immediately surrounded in advance.