"Zhang Qing, why did you gather the ancient books of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, reprint them, number them, and compile them again?”
Ying Zheng's expression turned solemn.
Once again, he asked about his confusion.
Zhang Luo looked around." Your Majesty, please lend me a pen and paper."”
"Correct!"
Ying Zheng waved his hand, and a eunuch beside him immediately brought a pen and paper over.
Zhang Luo picked up the brush and quickly wrote a few words on it, then asked the eunuch to present it to Ying Zheng.
"If you keep a guest on a rainy day, I won't keep you on a rainy day?"
"When it rains, the heavens will keep the guests.”
"Rainy day, stay guest day, stay me day? Don't leave!"
After a few sentences, Ying Zheng immediately understood the seriousness of the problem.
On the other side of the paper, Zhang Luo also wrote a few punctuations and marked the names of the symbols.
Comma, full stop, hello, exclamation mark.
With the addition of the previous few sentences, Ying Zheng also understood.
"As expected, this matter is extremely serious."
Ying Zheng nodded, solemnly folded the piece of paper, and placed it in another place.
That was something he needed to remember forever.
If there were no proper pauses and punctuations, the orders, policies, and other documents sent from Xianyang would not be able to be read.
When it came to the prefectures and counties, there might be some misinterpretation.
On the contrary, it was the same in the books of philosophers.
That was why there were so many sects with their own understandings.
Just the scholarly faction alone had Gu Liang, Gongyang, and so on.
"The compilation of the ancient records cannot be delayed!”
Ying Zheng's words could be considered to have set a tone.
Even if some words were deleted or modified during the process of editing.
It was also gentler than Li Si's direct burning and destruction.
Therefore, if the Hundred Schools of Philosophers still wanted to resist, then don't blame Qin Fa's might!
As for the textbooks and the registration of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, it was a stroke of genius.
From now on, these people could only be controlled by Great Qin.
If they were not used by Great Qin, they would be destroyed by Great Qin!
"Zhang Qing, the minister of the country!"
Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Luo and praised him with a smile.
"I dare not." Zhang Luo cupped his hands.
"That's the main reason. The national treasury also has income.”
"Whether it's books or textbooks, there are so many people in Great Qin. Hehe, just selling books is enough to make a lot of money.”
Zhang Luo felt that revenge was just a side effect. The main thing was to let the national treasury have more income.
In the future, when there was more income, he would definitely establish a new department for books and education.
No one understood this better than him.
"Haha." Ying Zheng could not help but laugh.
Zhang Luo, this kid.
Speaking of which, he had recently restrained Yin Man in the palace, so he should be able to let her go out again.
……
……
"Grandma Shuang, please use your kitchen knife to cut this stone.”
Zhang Luo pointed at the solidified cement.
Old Ya watched quietly from the side.
He wasn't surprised that Zhang Luo could turn a puddle of soft mud into a hard stone.
"Alright."
Grandma Shuang chuckled.
Young Master wants to test my skills.
Hence, Grandma Shuang's anger sank and she swung her kitchen knife.
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
A huge hole appeared on the kitchen knife.
A large gap had also appeared in the cement.
"Uh, Grandma Shuang, use the strength of a normal person.”
"It's normal."
Zhang Luo even made the signature gesture of the concerto.
"I understand."
Grandma Shuang looked at the cement in surprise. This stone was so strong that it could withstand her full-strength slash just now!
This time, under normal circumstances, it only made a small gap.
Zhang Luo nodded in satisfaction.
Just nice.
A loud voice sounded from outside.
"Minister Zhang, the State of Zheng requests an audience!"
Xianyang.
More and more people gathered.
However, half of them were Confucians who had rushed over from all over the place.
Their thirst for paper was something that no one else could match.
As the number of Confucian scholars increased, the voices regarding the enfeoffment of Zun Gu also increased.
In a wine stall, two old men were drinking.
"Chu Nan Gong, I didn't expect you to come to Xianyang.”
"Hehe, I'm old. I'm fine. I'm just looking around.”
Huang Shi didn't believe this at all.
He was probably looking at the terrain of Guanzhong.
"Duke Huang Shi, what are you doing in Xianyang?”
"Just like you, I'll walk around the world. When I can't walk anymore, I'll find a place to rest.”
In truth, both of them wanted to see Great Qin become a joke.
Regardless of whether Qin Ting obeyed or forcefully suppressed these voices, the damage to Great Qin's reputation and Fate would be bone-chilling.
Especially now, it was said that Li Si was speaking to Ying Zheng.
He wanted to collect all the poems, books and classics of the world, as well as the history books of various countries, and burn them.
Duke Huang Shi had witnessed Great Qin's unification, and now, he wanted to witness Great Qin's collapse.
But after Chu Nan Gong came to Xianyang, he drank every day.
Great Qin dug its own grave, so how could he not be happy?
Chu Country's history books and classics were all recorded in his mind. There were also copies hidden in the mountains. He was not afraid!
But then, the court announced.
They had caught everyone off guard.
The Hundred Schools of Philosophy were about to be uprooted!
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