"When I heard that He Shaoqing came to surrender, others may not know the surprise... In my opinion, with He Shaoqing alone, he can defeat thousands of troops."
He Chou narrowed his eyes this time, not feeling proud. He had heard such words many times, and his ability was indeed superior to thousands of troops. As long as he was given enough manpower and material resources, there was almost nothing he could not do.
matter.
But he still clasped his fists and said humbly. What he was curious about was what the other party wanted to do.
Li Poze continued: "Shaoqing has the talent of a master, which he would not give up to the ancient scholars. However, hundreds of schools of thought have their classics passed down to the world, and they have been famous for thousands of years. I still hear their names today... I
I would venture to ask, does He Shaoqing have any writings for people to read?"
The old man kept his mouth shut this time. He did write some bits and pieces. But how can I put it, he was extremely talented in other aspects, but he was quite clumsy in writing.
If you want to write something, you might as well ask him to draw some drawings or do it directly.
However, he did not want to expose his shortcomings, and because of his self-preservation, at such an old age, the hope of writing a book and spreading it was already quite slim.
Li Po stabbed him in a sore spot. The old man was very dissatisfied, so he used silence instead of resistance.
Li Po ignored this and continued to poke, "I also heard that Confucius had seventy-two disciples, and Mozi's disciples could form an army. How many disciples does He Shaoqing have?"
He Chou looked at Li Po a little dumbfounded and said to himself, you really dare to compare. We have lived for such a long time and have heard and seen a lot of people, but no one has ever dared to compare himself or others to these ancient people.
A lot of them are comparable.
There are hundreds of schools of thought, each forming its own faction, but there are actually only a few of them with names and surnames.
Confucius, Mencius, Laozi, Guigu, Mozi, etc. are just a few.
He couldn't sit still. If this word got out, the person in front of him might not take it seriously. Why should he be embarrassed? He didn't want to lose his security later in the evening and become the laughing stock of others.
He stood up tremblingly and saluted, "General Wanwang is careful to say that He has a small skill, but it is extremely shallow, and he does not dare to compare with others."
Li Po smiled and said, "Sit down and talk. There is nothing you dare to do. How can the ancient learning be practiced in the world without the contribution of future generations? Those who can pioneer a school are naturally amazing and brilliant, but there is no need to follow them.
God, by the way...the craftsmen all regard Gongshu as their ancestor, right?"
The old man sat down and listened for a while. Of course, this is not something to make a fuss about. Since the war in the late Jin Dynasty, the generals who were mass-produced were fearless. It is hard to say that they slandered those forefathers.
What a big deal.
Let’s talk about Lu Ban again. He is an ancestor that everyone must worship before starting work. He is almost the same as a god.
The old man was a little anxious. According to later generations, he was a mathematician, architect, geologist, hydrologist, and astronomer. He even studied snakes, insects, rats, and ants, and he could be considered a biologist.
Moreover, like most of the wealthy men of this era, he had read a lot of books, led troops in battles, and was extremely versatile.
Of course, this was limited by the times. Later, almost no one could wear multiple hats to this extent.
One of the limitations is that this person is still very superstitious.
When he heard Li Po talking about Lu Ban, he immediately didn't dare to let Li Po talk anymore, "General, just say it directly, I'm all ears."
Li Po stopped talking nonsense and said with a smile: "Predecessors have their own experiences, and future generations have their own ways of living. In my opinion, you have unrivaled skills. If you don't want to give in to the ancients, why not recruit more disciples?"
, put what you have learned into your writings, and over time you will become your own brand. This is a reputation that lasts for thousands of years..."
The pie was a bit big and almost knocked the old man unconscious.
Are you excited? Of course it is. It is something that will last forever. No one will not be moved these days, especially those who have read books. And He Chou just failed to write. It is not that he does not want to leave something of his own behind.
And recruiting many disciples also means the beginning of becoming famous, which is obviously a complementary thing.
Compared with these, the official position is very insignificant. The official position can only show temporary power, while the writings and disciples mean the eternal career. It is clear at a glance which one is more important.
But having said that, the old man is already old, and he doesn’t know how many years he still has to live. Although the painting is beautiful, the hot-blooded matters have nothing to do with him.
After getting a little excited, he looked at Li Po suspiciously.
Li Po seemed to be able to see through his mind, and persuaded him seductively, "Don't be suspicious, He Shaoqing. Anyone who is proficient in military affairs will be allowed to lead the troops in front of the army. Those who are proficient in political affairs will be able to govern the people."
The official position is vacant and waiting for you."
"Again, isn't it a pity that He Shaoqing's talents are so hard to be fully utilized? I hope that the beauty of my adult life will spread beyond Shaoqing's name. Haha, if the wise men in the world hear about it and know that I am thirsty for talents, they will definitely flock to me."
"Oh, by the way, you should know about Wang Ji of Hedong, right? He came to Jinyang to join me, and now he is writing behind closed doors at home. He doesn't need to pay attention to anything. Whatever he needs, my general manager's office will take care of it."
No matter how much he is persuaded, this is a difficult decision for He Chou.
Moreover, this was indeed a bit unexpected. He was asked to write and recruit disciples without using his skills as a craftsman. He could understand some of the plot in this. He was horrified by this young man's ambition and foresight that did not seek immediate benefits.
Besides, he was indeed a little shaken.
Things that help each other achieve no harm to others or ourselves, so... we might as well do it.
It would be great if the first two generations of emperors... Except for the person in front of me, everyone else is using their skills but unwilling to promote their learning...
Yes, the predecessors met by chance, and each set a precedent for his generation. How could he be richer and less lacking? It was just an opportunity.
In fact, he had been convinced by Li Po at this time, but he did not agree directly, but said that he wanted to go back and consider it.
Li Po was not in a hurry, and respectfully sent the man out the door. He also earnestly told the old man to take good care of his health, and if he could make the trip in a few days, he would send him to Jinyang.
Li Po returned to the hall, and before he had a few sips of tea, the old man's son turned back.
Hesitantly, he told Li Po rather "shyly" that his father was too old, his hands and feet were weak, and his literary thoughts had become obscure. He wanted Li Po to find two reliable ghostwriters for his father.
This was not a big deal. Afterwards, Li Po thought about it, did the old man agree? Or is it because the old man's writing is not good at all?
A few days later, Li Po sent He Chou to Jinyang. Before leaving, he finally got accurate information. The old man wanted to accept some apprentices, but the conditions were quite harsh.
You must be literate and have some knowledge of arithmetic. In addition, you do not need to be too old. It is best to be young.
Such filtering conditions have eliminated almost 90% of the craftsmen. If you want to find them, you can probably only look through the wealthy families.
Of course, from Li Po's point of view, this is nothing. He doesn't have to do anything on his own. With such a strong reputation, once he wants to teach a disciple, the young disciples of the Jinyang family will definitely flock to him.
In fact, even Li Po himself felt a little moved. If he had met someone like He Chou in Mayi, he would have been obsessed with learning, because he could both read and write, and he was also proficient in mathematics.
He is still an authentic young man.
But now, the path he is taking has been fixed. No matter how much knowledge he has, it is not as important as winning a battle. Well, it is just right to send that mysterious guy Xu Zhao back to the furnace to be rebuilt.
Of course, no matter how many requests He Chou made, Li Po would agree without hesitation. Such a person would shine as long as he was there, and as long as he could spread knowledge, it would be gospel to everyone.
There were many craftsmen in the Sui Dynasty, and they were built up from one big project after another. What he had to do was to keep all these experiences and knowledge. Maybe he wouldn't see anything in a year or two, but trees can grow in ten years and people can grow in a hundred years.
There is no rush, but in ten or twenty years, if he is still alive, he believes that the world will be different.
It’s not about who sits on the throne, but the advancement in technology, craftsmanship and productivity will be immeasurable.
At this moment, he began to pray in his heart that the old man He could live a few more years. He even sent a letter to Li Bi later, asking him to find a famous doctor from Jinyang to come to the house to take care of the old man's diet and daily life.
No one could compare to the preferential treatment the old man received at his place. Later, he even coughed, and many people came to ask for help.
After staying for a long time, the old man became more and more grateful. Not to mention that Li Yuan would not be able to give him such courtesy. Even the two emperors he served in the past had never taken such care of him.
At this time, the official position was not so attractive to him. Under Li Po's rule, everyone treated him with respect and enjoyed the standard treatment of a local emperor.
The old man lived a fairy life in his later years, with Li Po's support and hundreds of disciples.
And his role is definitely not as simple as promoting He's learning. He directly elevated the status of craftsmen and artists. For Li Po's magnificent life, he was a very important figure...
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And what happened was so strange. As soon as He Chou left, another person was brought to Li Po.
This man didn't look out of the ordinary, he looked like a country man, wearing linen shoes and common clothes, with many broken parts on his body. He was not tall and had a strong body, but his eyes were too bright, which made him a bit scary when he stared at people.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. When he spoke, he spoke with a gurgling Kansai accent, but it was not very pure. It was mixed with some messy syllables, and when he spoke quickly, it was a bit hard to understand.
(Monthly ticket, monthly ticket, Ah Cao was completely ill, and slept drowsily for a day. He felt a little better at night, and immediately got up to code. It’s just that the update is still late. Is Ah Cao dedicated enough?)
This chapter has been completed!