"Qin Mo, no matter what enmity we have between us, it is none of my clan's business." Seeing Qin Mo holding a big hammer in his hand, Ji Zhisheng said bitterly, "If there is anything, come after me!"

"Xiu'er, are you looking down on people? There can be no enmity or hatred between us, it's just because of different ideas!" Qin Mo grabbed Ji Zhisheng's sparse beard and pulled it hard, "It's more pleasing to the eye.

If you don’t have any hair, don’t follow other people’s example of how to beautify your beard!”

Ji Zhisheng touched his chin, there was blood on his hand, and his heart was even more traumatized, "My beard, Qin Mo, you are going too far, I am going to fight you!"

"Clang!"

The hammer in Qin Mo's hand slipped and broke the bricks on the ground, "Sorry, my hand slipped!"

Ji Zhisheng shivered immediately. He was afraid that Qin Mo would hit him on the head. It would be better to have no beard than to die, right?

His Majesty gave him full responsibility for the Ji people, which naturally included him.

Xu Que quickly picked up the hammer and held it up with both hands, "Captain!"

Qin Mo did not go to get it, but patted Ji Zhisheng on the shoulder, "Although we are very different in age, in my heart, I have always regarded you as a younger brother, no, brother.

If we have different ideas, it doesn't matter if we quarrel or fight.

But if you want to kill me, I can't bear it anymore."

"Qin Mo, listen to me. Those two villains were also bewitched by others. I have absolutely no intention of killing you!" Ji Zhisheng knew very well that if Qin Mo insisted on punishing them, they would not even have a chance to resist.

"I believe it!" Qin Mo smiled, "So I hope you will cooperate with me in the next work. I think there is a problem with your Ji family's studies, so you have to cooperate with me to rectify it!"

This time, the Ji family was also caught. Even though they were a prominent family, colluding with external forces was no different from treason.

The victory over Nanfan, winning back Jing'an, and the military parade all showed them Daqian's true strength.

The days of coercing public opinion and raising prices on the ground have gradually moved away from them.

Especially the advent of printing hit them hard.

They don't have many cards left to challenge the imperial court.

But even so, the Ji family is currently the brand name for scholars all over the world. If you want all schools of thought to flourish, you must borrow the name of the Ji family.

"Impossible, how can the saint's teachings be changed!" Ji Zhisheng gritted his teeth and said: "Qin Mo, you are trying to tamper with the saint's words and harbor evil intentions!"

"Don't be so absolute, think about your tribe, think about the Ji family's reputation for thousands of years!" Qin Mo lowered his voice and said in Ji Zhisheng's ear: "Do you still want to coerce those scholars and raise the price?"

Ji Zhisheng trembled all over, his eyes full of horror, "You, I don't!"

"It would be better if I didn't. I just heard the news and killed dozens of people by the way."

"You, Qin Mo, you are so cruel!"

"Compared to those soldiers who died at sea, you hate them. Even animals will not collude with foreign tribes to deal with their own tribe, let alone humans?"

Thousands of years ago, the doctrine of saints was good, but now the doctrine of saints is nothing more than a tool for political manipulation and has long since changed its taste.

If they can collude with foreign enemies today, they can kneel down to welcome them tomorrow. The number of people killed by the Ji tribe in Xuantu County is no less than five hundred.

Li Shilong gave them face and made them decent, but these people didn't accept it.

He tried to coerce the scholars, and even wanted to introduce Gao Li's power to disrupt Daqian.

"We don't have any!" Ji Zhisheng jumped to his feet.

"The reason why you are so angry is because I stepped on your feet and hurt you. I will only touch you if I give you a face. When the time comes, I won't be able to answer you, and I won't be able to ask for anything."

Qin Mo snorted coldly. If they weren't still useful, he would have killed them long ago.

"All Ji people, follow me. From now on, you have only one goal, literacy, literacy, literacy!

If you don’t want to teach people how to read, then go work and become the Education Secretary instead of raising idle people!”

"Qin Mo, you are going too far!"

"Our theories are astonishing throughout the ages, but you actually ask us to teach people how to read. Isn't this an overkill?"

"Shis cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated, and we will never bow our heads!"

"Shut up!" Ji Zhisheng's eyes were red and he shouted almost roaring: "Listen to him and follow him. The ancestors of our Ji clan first wanted to educate all people.

Teaching people to read is not a kind of education, right?"

As he said that, he looked at Qin Mo, "Can you give my tribe a place to shelter from the wind and rain?"

"Be obedient, the Ji family is still the Ji family!" Qin Mo turned around and left.

The Ji people all lowered their heads. They did not dare not listen to Ji Zhisheng's words.

Qin Mo arranged them in Nancheng, one household at a time. Some of them had seven or eight wives and had dozens of children, so they couldn't live there at all.

They were not allowed to go to Qin Mo's house, so he forced them to buy a house for three thousand taels per house.

Li Shilong still gave them face. He did not confiscate his house because he was afraid of forcing them to rebel. He also kept the Ji family's land in Dongshan.

The Ji family wants to break the jar, which will be a huge blow to Daqian.

After all, this world also has the concept of induction from gods and humans.

Although it is possible to support another theory, the results are slow, and it is far less deeply rooted than the Ji family sage theory. I am afraid that it is only the Taoist Huang Lao theory and Buddhism.

Of those hundreds of schools of thought that have survived, only the six branches of the imperial court can see a little bit of them, and they are all still wearing Confucian garb, and none of them can fight.

Huang Laozhi's learning was too inaction, let alone the latter. Everyone just burned incense and worshiped Buddha at home every day.

Respecting Confucianism is no longer in line with the current situation. Only by letting all schools of thought flourish can we cope with the great times.

If any of his descendants were unworthy of his descendants and went into seclusion, Qin Mo would be able to crawl out of his grave.

"Captain, I sold 800 units today and made 2.4 million taels of silver!" Liu Wanche walked over and swallowed hard.

"Oh, it's so awesome!" Qin Mo felt happy. Didn't he make back all the money he invested before?

"Uncle Ninth, how many sets have you sold?" Qin Mo looked at Liu Wanche with a half-smile.

Liu Wanche shrank his head and smiled awkwardly, "Four, forty sets!"

"Keep the store, and sell everything else. After all, a set of three thousand taels, this is the only chance!"

Liu Wanche breathed a sigh of relief, his back was soaked with cold sweat. He thought Qin Mo would be angry.

"Keep it in case you need it in the future!" Liu Wanche smiled.

There is no concept of school district housing yet, but the arrival of the Ji people has enriched the southern district as a family of saints.

Some people are willing to get close to you.

Especially for scholars, it is an honor to be next to them.

Therefore, when Qin Mo released the news, the originally unsaleable buildings in the South District instantly became popular.

“I bought a house in the South District School District and am surrounded by the descendants of saints!”

"If a child of a saint joins the Southern District College, he hopes that his son will become a dragon today!"

Magical advertisements are ringing in the streets and alleys of Beijing. The concept of school district housing is introduced for the first time in Daqian!
Chapter completed!