Chapter 339: The bet was right, the bet on life was right!
"Your Majesty, I am guilty.
"Fu Sheng, Cui Guang, Tang Bing, Wu Shi, Zhou Shu... a total of 33 doctors resigned."
Left Prime Minister Li Si knelt on the ground with his head bowed.
The Daqin Doctoral Office has been developing for ten years and recruiting talents. It has a total of seventy-six doctors, and almost half of them have left in one go.
If we remove the children of aristocratic families from the remaining forty-three doctors, the number of those who are truly talented and learned will be less than one-tenth of them.
The beginning of all this was the book burning policy proposed by Li Si.
Li Si was the culprit behind the Office of Doctors being in name only.
Inside the Zhangtai Palace, the First Emperor was sitting behind a desk he had not seen for a long time, feeling a little uncomfortable as he looked at the bamboo slips that were a foot high.
The First Emperor had not approved memorials for a long time. If the thirty-three doctors had not resigned this time, the bamboo slips would still have been processed only in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Glancing sideways at Li Si, the First Emperor pointed at the tiger-skin cushion opposite him.
"sit."
Li Si trembled and lowered his head a little more.
"only."
He stood up and knelt on the tiger-skin cushion, still with his head bowed.
"He doesn't want to use the ready-made officials I sent to him, but insists on issuing a decree to recruit talented people. How can we govern the country if all the various schools of thought are gathered together to criticize each other? Li Si, what do you think this guy is thinking?"
"…I don't know."
"Is it true that I don't know, or I dare not say it."
“…I can only guess half the answer.”
"explain."
Li Si did not wait for the punishment from the First Emperor and raised his head bravely.
"Chang'an Jun probably doesn't want to employ nobles."
The First Emperor frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"That makes sense. With that guy's extreme temper, he is indeed capable of doing something that would kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."
He smiled.
"Oh, as long as there are people, there will be a distinction between superiors and subordinates. If we don't take nobles as officials today, those who are officials in the future will become nobles. Let that brat bang his head against the wall."
He swung his sleeves.
"Take the memorial back and all will be approved."
"Your Majesty, no!"
Li Si anxiously called a halt.
"Let these thirty-three doctors leave. Doctors are just names in name only! Doctors have no real job, but they have the right to discuss matters. They belong to hundreds of schools of thought. When looking at the same thing from different angles, the results are different. They help the Qin Dynasty find out the gaps and answer the questions of Your Majesty. The Qin Dynasty is without doctors..."
"Without the doctor, you, the legalist, will have the final say. You should be happy about that."
The First Emperor interrupted and said with a smile.
Li Si was terrified and kowtowed hurriedly, hitting his head on the table.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his clothes were sticking to his body, which must have been very uncomfortable, but he didn't notice it at all at the moment.
"I dare not!"
"Just kidding."
Pulling up the left prime minister, the First Emperor flipped through the resignation letter and sneered.
"These days I no longer do everything myself, and everything in Qin remains the same. Without me, Qin is fine. Without these scholars who only know how to talk big, Qin will collapse? I don't believe it."
The First Emperor stood with his hands behind his back.
"If one school of thought is in power, then the person will be stubborn; if two schools of thought are in power, then the person will compete with the other; if three schools of thought are in power, then the person will be in chaos. Therefore, the Qin State used the Legalists to govern, and the Hundred Schools of Thought to investigate and fill in the gaps.
“No stubbornness, no competition, no chaos.
"I want to see, these hundreds of scholars who can't govern under me and can only study, when they are all in power under that bastard, who will he listen to?"
Ten days later.
Han land, Xinzheng.
All the philosophers and schools of thought gathered in front of the county magistrate's mansion, waiting anxiously and with doubt in their hearts.
They didn't know whether the promise of separation of officials and scholars would be fulfilled in the land of Korea they finally arrived in after traveling thousands of miles, or whether this was all a scam.
According to the theory of equality of all things, Peng Min, a famous scholar in Qi who once served as the chief academic officer of the Jixia Academy, led more than 70 students to wait silently.
I hope Chang'an Jun will not be equated with Wang Jian... the old man thought.
Cui Guang, Zhou Shu, Tang Bing, Wu Shi, who were later known as the Four Elders of Shangshan, and a group of Taoist disciples waited silently.
"Chang'an Jun is in Xianyang Prison. I don't know who is in charge of this place. Alas."
“If you succeed, you succeed. If you fail, you fail. Just let nature take its course and let nature take its course.”
Fu Sheng, who had gone against all odds and led many Confucian disciples to the land of Han, flipped through the Analects and waited silently. This Analects was the version annotated by Ying Chengjiao.
Yao Jia, the famous minister who lost his position as a senior official, held his head high and appeared to be full of confidence.
I had a disagreement with Jiang Shang a few days ago. Will Chang'an Jun bear a grudge against me... Daming was vaguely worried.
The Chu people, dressed in extremely gorgeous fiery red clothes and wearing tall crowns, formed their own faction and clamored to let the Central Plains know what orthodoxy is.
…
The gate of the county magistrate's mansion is open.
Xinzheng County Magistrate Qiang walked out with a walk.
Everyone looked at him and saluted Qiang with their eyes.
Qiang stood on the temporary platform, holding up the loud speaker made by scientists, holding the paper in his hand and reading loudly:
"Nanyang, Fusheng is appointed as the county magistrate."
The bet was right, the bet was right! Brother Chunyu, the bet was right... Fu Sheng's eyes were a little moist.
"promise!"
He answered loudly, and the Confucian scholars around him showed their joy, while the students from the hundreds of schools of thought in the outer circle looked at him enviously.
Qiang looked in the direction of the voice, ordered the clerk beside him to deliver the seal of Nanyang County to Fusheng, and then continued to shout:
"In Shangdang, Peng Min was appointed as the county magistrate."
"promise!"
Peng Ming's face flushed, and his voice trembled slightly when he answered. The old man was very excited. He was excited that he finally found this respect, and excited that he no longer had to endure humiliation.
Qi is farther away from Guanzhong than Chu is from Guanzhong, and Qi surrendered without a major war, so most of Qi's territory was not devastated by the war.
Logically speaking, the First Emperor's orders should have been more difficult to implement in Qi, and this was indeed the case.
The largest local noble family in Kuaiji County was the Xiang family, who were wanted by the Qin Empire. The prefect of Kuaiji County did not care about it. After Wei Liao took over Kuaiji County, he did not care either.
If Wei Liao was granted the title of governor of Linzi, Peng Ming would never feel so humiliated. But the governor of Linzi was Wang Jian, the first war god of Qin.
The old generals were not good at governing, but only at commanding the army and killing people. When they arrived in Linzi, they insisted on governing according to the will of the First Emperor, and if they did not obey, they would be killed according to the Three Killings Order.
The clerk handed the seal of the Shangdang County magistrate to Peng Ming. The old man took it and smiled as if he was confirmed as the chief academic officer of the Jixia Academy.
"Yangcheng, Cui Guang is appointed as the county magistrate."
"Yewang, Wu Shi is the county magistrate."
"Carrying millet, Tang Bing was appointed county magistrate."
“…”
Qiangdian didn't say anything and divided up all the cities in Han in no time.
"Those whose names are read will take up their posts. As I have said before, if you govern well, you will be promoted. If you govern poorly, Chang'an Jun must leave. In Han, people are selected based on their abilities, not their backgrounds. The capable ones will be promoted, and the mediocre ones will be demoted.
"Those who don't know their names can follow the county magistrates and serve as clerks under them. Those who feel they have the ability to become the head of a county can come to me for an examination. I will examine you on behalf of Lord Chang'an, and if you pass the examination, you can become the head of a county."
