Chapter 104 Retired Veteran Cadre Cai Yong

"Bo Ji, haven't you heard that Marquis Qi wants to take over Hongdu School and also offer Mohist courses?"

Ma Riti shook his head silently at his friend's slow political response and had to remind him of the seriousness of the matter: "Marquis Qi reformed the Hongdu School and set up another Mohist Academy outside the city. This matter has not been reported to the court and is not under the jurisdiction of our Imperial College. Aren't you worried? Don't forget that the current Imperial College Jiji is you, Cai Bojie."

The authority of the Imperial College Jijiu is equivalent to that of the president. Whether in politics or academia, his influence is enormous and few can match it.

Below the chief priest is the Doctor of the Five Classics, who can only be a famous scholar or a great Confucian, and whose status is equally high.

Unfortunately, Cai Yong was a traditional scholar who was politically dull. Dong Zhuo threatened the lives of his entire family, so he had no choice but to come to Luoyang to serve as an official.

Later, when Dong Zhuo came to power, he admired Cai Yong's knowledge very much. Within three days, he promoted Cai Yong from Assistant Censor, Assistant Censor, Minister, and Palace Attendant to General of the Left, and even made him Marquis of Gaoyang, giving Cai Yong the elegant nickname "Cai Zhonglang" among the literati.

Cai Yong was deeply moved by this incident, and was planning to make great efforts to do something for the court and the people. However, just as he was getting ready, Dong Zhuo died.

Although he had a good reputation and popularity among the Confucian scholars, Cai Yong, who stood on the wrong side politically, was still affected and suppressed.

Even though he seems to be full of life now and has retained his official position, in fact, he has been basically sidelined and has no real power at all. He is almost like a retired cadre.

The treatment he deserves is nothing less.

As for you wanting to give orders?

Just go home and take a shower and go to bed. You can't command anyone at all.

For Cai Yong, who was already sixty years old and half of his body was buried in the soil, how could he withstand such torture?

Therefore, after the storm of Dong Zhuo's downfall, Cai Yong immediately began to think about retiring.

He now edits the history of Han Dynasty in the Imperial College every day. When he has time, he gives lectures and lets the students of the Imperial College who come here to listen to his teachings.

Living like this, ignoring everything outside and enjoying oneself, can be considered a leisurely and happy life.

Therefore, Cai Yong really didn't care at all about Wang Jing's plan to open a printing house and reform the Hongdu School, and he didn't want to get involved and work for the Confucian school.

Even though Ma Riti came to remind him, Cai Yong was nonchalant and advised his friend to relax: "Marquis Qi wants to run a school to teach and spread the knowledge of the sages. This is a good thing."

Ma Ritian was so worried that his eyebrows were almost folded in half. Seeing that Cai Yong was so indifferent, his tone became more anxious: "Bo Ji, you are confused. Although Qi Hou was born in a famous family, judging from his actions, he is just a warrior, wielding swords and knives all day long. How can he take the teachings of saints to heart? I am afraid that what I am teaching is not the great way of saints, but the crooked way. What will happen if he misleads the students?"

Cai Yong was a little confused. He had a good impression of Wang Jing, the registered disciple of Feibai Scripture Academy, so he stared at him for a moment before speaking in a puzzled tone: "Not really, right?"

"How can it not be so? I think it is very serious!"

Ma Riti was obviously very hostile to Wang Jing, even though Wang Jing killed Dong Zhuo and saved Luoyang from danger.

Because the two are opposed in academic positions, there is a life-and-death competition between them.

As one of the leading figures of the Confucian school, Ma Riti cursed angrily: "I have secretly received the wind that Qi Hou openly summoned a group of Mohist remnants from Jizhou. This time, he founded that academy to spread Mohism. He wanted to go against the trend and go against the will of heaven."

Involved in this kind of academic dispute, Cai Yong, who has always been a good guy, was a little overwhelmed: "They want to teach, can we stop them?"

Ma Riti was not as easy to talk to as Cai Yong. He said directly and fiercely: "Of course we must stop it! I have secretly mobilized the students of the Imperial College to take action."

"This time, we must let Marquis Qi know the determination of the Confucian scholars like us!"

In Mengjin Port, the long river is surging.

After a ferry slowly docked, more than twenty men in coarse linen clothes got off.

Although they are dressed simply, they have a special temperament that only scholars have, which sets them apart from the peddlers around them.

"Is this the Knight Zhai?"

"My name is Zhai Jie. May I ask if you are a scholar of Lu?"

Hearing this, Lu Fang stepped forward excitedly and said, "You are finally here. Come with me to meet Marquis Qi."

The Mohist school had a strict organization and strict discipline. All disciples of the Mohist school called themselves "Mohists". The highest leader was Juzi, and there were further subdivisions among the Mohists. Those who focused on ideology and academics were called "Mohist debaters", and those who focused on military force were called "Mohist knights".

Zhai Jie is the Mohist hero. He usually acts as a knight-errant and has extraordinary swordsmanship. He is also the apparent leader of the Mohist disciples who came to Luoyang to open an academy.

Wang Jing was inspecting the construction site at the time, so Lu Fang quickly brought people forward to pay their respects.

"I am Zhai Jie, a humble commoner. I am honored to meet Lord Qi."

Zhai Jie was a big man with strong muscles, dark and shiny skin, and a thick beard on his square face. He looked like a strong military general rather than a craftsman.

In fact, Zhai Jie is indeed an extraordinary person, with the style of a Mohist swordsman from the Warring States Period. His martial arts skills have already entered the third level, and he has mastered the Mohist "Non-offensive Sword Technique" to perfection. He also uses some Mohist mechanical creations such as the Tianzhi Crossbow to assist in combat. If he fights with Zhang Liao, Yan Xing and others in a street fighting with complex terrain, I am afraid he will be able to win back and forth.

However, compared to Zhai Jie's swordsmanship and physical prowess, the Mohist knowledge in Wang Jing's mind is more useful.

Wang Jing always showed enough kindness to those who were knowledgeable: "Sir, please stand up."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

After Zhai Jie stood up, he also looked at Wang Jing silently in secret, and then asked a question that all the accompanying Mohists were very concerned about: "When will the Mohist course of Hongdu School start?"

Wang Jing knew how anxious these Mohist disciples who had been suppressed for hundreds of years were, so he did not keep them in suspense, but said with a smile: "You can do it anytime. I even hope that this will happen as soon as possible. After all, only if you start teaching as soon as possible can you cultivate talents and use them for my benefit."

Zhai Jie was stunned and a little confused about Wang Jing's behavior, but then he was ecstatic.

Could it be that God has opened our eyes and allowed us, the disciples of Mohism, to finally meet a wise leader who likes Mohism and is willing to promote it?

In Zhai Jie's eyes, Wang Jing's personal image suddenly became taller and taller, and he was already regarded as "one of our own".

At this time, Lu Fang also interrupted anxiously and said, "My Qi Hou has ordered people to rush to build a group of houses for Mohists to stay in. As for teaching, it can also be carried out in the built classrooms."

Zhai Jie was overjoyed when he heard this: "What about the apprentices? Is there anyone who is willing to become a disciple of our Mo family?"

"You don't have to expect disciples from aristocratic families or noble families, but many of my soldiers already have families. Their young children are not accepted by the Confucian school and cannot read and write, so they can become disciples of the Mohist school and learn principles and knowledge."

Wang Jing does not have the financial resources to provide universal education for all.

However, it was within Wang Jing's budget to only distribute the money to his own soldiers and dependents. After all, what he was spending was the legacy left by Emperor Ling, Liu Hong, so Wang Jing didn't feel bad at all.

As for whether there is anyone willing to come and learn?

All I can say is that there are so many people willing to come.

In this era, being able to read and write is very attractive to many common people of humble origins, and they are willing to spend money for it.

Although the people of the Yanhan Dynasty had never heard the saying that knowledge can change destiny, they were still very eager to acquire knowledge, because in their eyes, those who could read and write were all great figures, like the God of Literature from heaven.

Luoyang, south of the city.

A row of single-story wooden houses were built on a vacant lot on the west side of Jinyang Gate. This was the location of Mohist Academy under Hongdu Gate School.

Hongdu Gate is located in the southern palace of the imperial city, not far from the emperor's bedroom. In order to avoid overly stimulating the sensitive nerves of Confucianism, Wang Jing naturally would not send Mohists from the Mohist school into the palace. Therefore, he could only find a vacant land in the south of the city to build an academy and start classes.

Compared with the palace buildings with carved beams and painted rafters, the square wooden hut has absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

But the childish voice of recitation coming from inside makes people feel happy, as if they hear the sound of nature.

"Now everyone recite the second chapter of the sutra with me."

In the simply decorated wooden classroom, Zhai Jie's eyes were gentle, as if these young children in front of him were the most precious treasures in the world.

After spending several days with him, the children knew that although the teacher looked a bit fierce, he was actually very gentle, very patient when answering questions, and never hit or scolded any student. Therefore, the children were very well-behaved and cherished this learning opportunity.

Zhai Jie began to lead the reading.

Most of the children were around 10 years old. Although they could not recognize all the words in the book, they followed Zhai Jie in reciting the original text, reading it in a rhythmic manner: "Two people stood by the mirror, the scenery arrived, more but it seemed less, the words were in the minority."

It turned out that Zhai Jie was imparting knowledge according to the teaching assignment arrangement.

Today we have taught the "Jingxia" chapter, one of the six chapters of "Mojing", which happens to be the content that Zhai Jie is best at - the eight principles of optics.

These contents are all the early research and summary of Mohist school on optical principles. Although they are difficult for children to understand, they are vivid and interesting when combined with real-life teaching methods.

In accordance with Wang Jing's request, Zhai Jie spoke the original text of "Mojing" and then translated it into vernacular that was easy for the children to understand. Finally, he conducted various small experiments in the classroom, such as the phenomenon of pinhole imaging, hoping to arouse the children's curiosity.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good!

Children are naturally playful, and some of the things that Mohists studied are very novel and interesting to them, unlike the introductory books on Confucianism, which are often boring.

Therefore, Mohism became very popular and children were very enthusiastic about learning it.

clang clang ~
In the blink of an eye, the morning passed and the bell rang outside the classroom, indicating that it was time to go home from school.

"Okay, let's stop here for now. We will teach the rest in the afternoon class."

"Goodbye sir!"

"Ah."

Standing among a group of children, Zhai Jie's face was filled with joy. Mohism finally had the opportunity to once again openly step onto the stage of history.

And this time, he and others must not lose!

As soon as he finished dealing with the printing factory, Lu Fang ran to the Mohist Academy and excitedly approached Zhai Jie and asked, "What's the situation?"

In recent days, Lu Fang has been coming here quite often, so after a few visits, he quickly became familiar with Zhai Jie.

After all, we are all Mohists, we all believe in the philosophy of Mohism, and we have common topics.

Zhai Jie was also very moved by this: "Marquis Qi has been very kind to us."

Lu Fang also showed an expression of approval when he heard this: "That's right. Among the five hundred children, even if only one in ten of them become talented, they will be the backbone and cornerstone of the Mohist School in the future. Qi Hou's move can be said to be helping the needy and saving the Mohist School from danger."

As the teaching task progressed smoothly, the two had begun to look forward to a bright future, firmly believing that Mohism would flourish and once again become a prominent school of thought in the world.

For this reason, even Zhai Jie was willing to work for Wang Jing, hoping that Wang Jing would keep his promise, continue to support the Mohist school, and shelter these helpless and displaced Mohists.

After visiting the academy's progress, Lu Fang went to the West Garden to meet Wang Jing: "Hello, Master."

"Zhengliang is here, I just happen to have something to discuss with you."

When Wang Jing saw Lu Fang, he smiled and asked him to sit down. Then he picked up his pen and wrote quickly on the bamboo slips. He did not stop until he had finished memorizing the contents of "Classical Mechanics", one of the three pillars of classical physics.

In recent days, Wang Jing has been busy organizing the memories in his mind. Wang Jing has already cultivated the sixth level of "Nine Refinements of True Yang". The fifth level, Haori Tianyang, strengthens his nervous system, and his brain function has been greatly improved as a result.

The memories of his previous life, which were already a little vague, have now all been successfully archived. As long as Wang Jing is willing, he can recall any past experiences and memories.

Therefore, he even recalled the contents of the classical electromagnetic field theory and classical statistical mechanics that were the follow-up to classical physics, but he just didn't have time to write them down.

Wang Jing handed the completed "Classical Mechanics" to Lu Fang and said solemnly: "I hope that when you teach "Mo Jing", you can also add the content of this book into it."

"This……"

Lu showed hesitation, obviously feeling that this matter was difficult and embarrassing.

This is because many books of that era were handwritten, so errors are inevitable.

It would be fine in a small place, but the students in Luoyang came from all over the place and had different teachers. Once there were mistakes in the chapters and sentences of the scriptures they learned, they would be discovered immediately by their peers, and then a cultural incident of scholars looking down on each other would occur.

When such a request was made at this time, even Lu Fang couldn't help but begin to doubt Wang Jing's motives.

After all, most of the literati and poets are very concerned about their reputation. Many great scholars even bribed the Imperial Academy's book institutions to add texts to the classics in order to save their own reputation, hoping to replace the "original" with their own "wrong version".

In order to ban such things, Emperor Lingdi even had to order famous Confucian scholars such as Cai Yong and Ma Riti to correct the texts of the Five Classics in the fourth year of Xiping. Cai Yong wrote them in Bafen Lishu and engraved them on a stone tablet for public display.

Lu Fang thought that Wang Jing was the same, wanting to insert his personal opinions into Mo Jing and rely on this unorthodox way to achieve his life goal of "writing books and biographies".

If possible, Lu Fang really wanted to refuse on the spot, but he didn't dare.

Even though our ancestor Mozi is here, I, your disciple, would not be willing to do so. It is because the master has given me too much!
Lu Fang, who was in a dilemma, had made up his mind at this moment. As long as what Wang Jing wrote was not too bad, he would ask Senior Mo Shi to revise it and force himself to join the teaching of Mohism no matter what.

After all, apart from Wang Jing, if Mo Men wants to revive, it can no longer find any other powerful ministers willing to lend a helping hand.

As a result, when he opened the first page of "Mechanics", Lu Fang just took a look and couldn't take his eyes off it. He was deeply attracted by the content.

"This is!"

There was no nonsense at the beginning. Newton's three laws of mechanics were directly stated in the form of words and thrown in Lu Fang's face, leaving him stunned.

The first law is the law of inertia.

The second law is the law of acceleration.

The third law, the law of action and reaction.

The conclusion seems simple, but it is all-encompassing, condensing complex phenomena into concise sentences.

Lu Fang seemed to have seen the truth of this world!

The more he read, the more he found that the contents described in "Mechanics" could perfectly answer the various problems encountered by the Mohists in their research on mechanical engineering.

"Master, who wrote this book? It's incredible!"

Lu Fang was so excited that his face turned red, he couldn't control his emotions, as if he was a money-grubber who had picked up a rare treasure.

To him, knowledge is ten thousand times more valuable than any gold or jewelry!
Wang Jing had a headache. It was still more than 1,500 years before Newton was born, so he had to take the credit for Teacher Newton's work and said, "Well, just treat this book as written by me. What do you think after reading it?"

Lu Fang was extremely shocked at this moment.

It was a little hard for him to believe that Wang Jing was not only a martial arts master, but also a scholar with a wealth of knowledge?
Such talent and genius are not inferior to that of Mohist founder Mozi.

Afterwards, Lu Fang could no longer conceal his excitement and asked in a low voice, "Master, are you going to write a book, refine your spirit and return to the void, and achieve immortality?"

Refining the spirit and returning to emptiness, the state of holy heart!
If one wants to enter this extraordinary realm, the only way to succeed is to walk out of one's own path to the three immortals.

What are the three immortals?
Make meritorious service!

Be virtuous!

Establish your words!

Dayu controlled the flood to establish merit, Duke Zhou established rituals to establish virtue, and the various philosophers wrote books and biographies to spread their ideas, which was to establish words.

If you want to achieve immortality and enter the realm of refining the sacred mind that has been entered by many philosophers and even ancient sages, the Three Immortalities is the only smooth path.

(End of this chapter)