Sun Ce was a little surprised at Zhang Hong's reaction, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt relieved again.

Just think about the influence of Deng Gong's decision when he made this decision. China's five thousand years of civilization, two thousand years of imperial system, and nearly a hundred years of democracy, when did the top leader retire? Although the Han Dynasty was still 1,800 years away from his era, the history of calculation was longer. It took more than 3,000 years from Yao and Shun, and more than 400 years from Qin Shihuang to unify the world. In terms of imperial system, it has passed its youth and is an adult.

Zhang Hong also said that in history, there was only one emperor who took the initiative to abdicate: Yao. That was in the era of abdication.

Although it has been seven or eight years since this era, and there is nothing unusual from the outside, subconsciously, I am still a time traveler. Sun Ce was feeling a little uneasy. Wang Mang was teased by later generations as a time traveler because of his radicalism. I, a real time traveler, will not really become Wang Mang's second? Although it has been quite successful so far, isn't Wang Mang the same? When he ascended the throne with the support of the crowd, who would have thought that everyone would later be betrayal of their relatives?

"Zhang Xiang, Ni Heng used Wang Mang to allude me. Are Wang Mang and I a bit similar?" Sun Ce asked with a half truth and half false, but he felt a little nervous and his smile was not very natural.

Zhang Hong thought about it seriously. "It's a bit similar, but it's just a similar one."

"Speak and listen."

"Wang Mang is a scholar, but not a king."

Sun Ce raised his eyebrows and laughed at himself. In fact, I am also a scholar, but I am just a scholar in the 21st century. My understanding of politics comes entirely from books, and my practical experience may not be more than Wang Mang.

Seeing that Sun Ce was in a low mood, Zhang Hong thought that he was lost because he was compared to Wang Mang by Ni Heng, and further explained: "Wang Mang was a scholar. He was a scholar since he was a child and accepted Confucianism. Confucianism emphasizes Tao and neglects arts. Wang Mang spent his whole life wandering around the palace. He had no idea what the real world was like, nor did he know how to govern the world. He thought that by mastering authority, he could realize the ideal of Confucianism. With his passion, he forcibly promoted various unrealistic new policies. The greater the effort, the more the harm it was. The king was not like. The king was humble, and he led the army of scholars, and he valued Tao but not the technique. He was step by step, similar to Wang Mang's form and was strange. Ni Heng was crazy and wanted to attack, so the king didn't have to worry about it."

Sun Ce smiled. Of course, he wouldn't care what Ni Heng said. He just didn't want to follow Wang Mang's footsteps. Zhang Hong was right. His actions seemed similar to Wang Mang, but in fact they were different. But Zhang Hong didn't know anything. He was likely to have the same problem as Wang Mang: radical. Wang Mang's ideal is a sage inside and a king outside, and his ideal is democracy and prosperity. However, no matter how good the policy is, once radicalized and out of reality, it will be far from chaos.

It is very necessary to learn from history and carefully study Wang Mang's history.

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Two days later, Sun Ce sent someone to invite Cai Yong.

Cai Yong was very inspiring. The first draft of the history book was basically completed, and the students were proofreading it and preparing to print it. He had nothing to do for the time being. He heard that Sun Ce wanted to learn about Wang Mang's story, so he readily obeyed.

"The king is a knowledgeable person." Cai Yong stroked his gray beard and felt relieved. "For the king, Wang Mang's reference significance is definitely not comparable to Dong Zhuo, even though the general is also a martial artist."

Sun Ce's face was a little dark. The old man was getting more and more aware of speaking. He despised me as a martial artist back then, but now he still said I am a martial artist. Do you think I am really a martial artist? Actually, I am also a scholar. I just don't want to care about you. If I really force me to get angry, I will talk to you to death.

Sun Ce coughed: "Mr. Cai, I can't write a biography for Wang Mang like your previous history books."

Cai Yong was embarrassed. He knew that although Sun Ce agreed to the manuscript he wrote, he was not satisfied. However, except for Sun Ce himself, there were not many people who held the same viewpoint, especially at Xiangyang Academy. His students and visiting scholars praised them after seeing the historical manuscripts. He was somewhat elated and unknowingly threw Sun Ce's dissatisfaction behind him. At this moment, Sun Ce was reminded in person and immediately fell from the clouds.

"Please make it clear to you, the king."

Sun Ce said lightly: "How does Mr. Cai view Wang Mang's success or failure?"

Cai Yong did not dare to be careless. He could hear what Sun Ce meant. If his view of Wang Mang's views did not meet Sun Ce's requirements, Sun Ce would not let him take on this task. It doesn't matter whether or not he does this task, and the revision of important historical books may also choose others. This historical book is his lifelong hard work, so how can it be revised by others? It is to revise by himself, which is to strive for excellence and go to the next level. When others revise, his historical books become reference objects and are a symbol of failure.

With the gains and losses together, Cai Yong dared not answer easily. After thinking for a long time, he said: "Wang Mang's mistakes care about being too ambitious, and too much is just as insufficient."

Sun Ce did not argue and signaled Cai Yong to continue. Cai Yong became more nervous, spoke more cautiously, and did not dare to express his opinions easily. Sun Ce waited for a long time but did not wait for the following. Seeing this, Sun Ce did not urge him to prepare a room for him, so that he could slowly consider it, reflect on him, and when he could figure it out and when he would say it.

Cai Yong was a little wilted.

The news that Cai Yong was detained by Sun Ce quickly spread throughout the backyard, and some people were happy and some were worried. The happy one was Liu He and Sun Kuang, who had the opportunity to ask Cai Yong for advice on painting. The worried one was Yuan Heng, Yuan Quan, and Cai Yong were famous all over the world, and Xiangyang Academy gathered many scholars. Sun Ce was not respectful to him enough, so it was easy to extend it to neglect the scholars.

Yuan Heng, who has never been in charge of the matter, came forward in person to learn about the situation from Sun Ce.

Seeing Yuan Heng attending in full costume and holding a belle in front of him, Sun Ce was a little surprised. When he learned that she was here to ask Cai Yong about it, Sun Ce couldn't help laughing. "Is it your own idea, or did your sister ask you to come?"

Yuan Heng was a little embarrassed. She was not very comfortable with the first time she made a statement as a wife. "It's my sister, but I also think that my sister's worries make sense. Even if the king wants to keep Mr. Cai and discuss knowledge, he should ask someone to go to Xiangyang Academy to give an explanation to avoid misunderstandings. People's words are terrifying. There are many scholars in Xiangyang Academy, not only from Central Plains, but also from Yizhou and Jiaozhou. The New Year is approaching, and many people will return home to celebrate the New Year. If you bring such news back, it will inevitably be unfavorable to the king's reputation."

"It seems that it is not only Mr. Cai who should reflect on it." Sun Ce twisted his fingers, put away his smile, and his expression became serious. "What do you think I care about those scholars?"

Yuan Heng's face turned slightly red. She pursed her lips, her long eyelashes flashed, and she bowed to salute. "Please give me advice."

"Can the Queen know how many scholars are there now? Which scholars are mainly from Xiangyang Academy?"

Yuan Heng looked puzzled. "Scholars... are there any difference?"

Seeing Yuan Heng looking confused, Sun Ce felt a little regretful. Yuan Heng had too little contact with the outside world and didn't understand the situation at all. He waved and asked Yuan Heng to sit beside him and held her hand. "Aheng, there are two categories of scholars today: one is the scholars in your mind, and the other is the scholars I have high hopes for. The scholars you said are reading books of sages and circling in the circles drawn by saints all their lives, and they always want to govern the country and pacify the world, and do not think about whether they have the ability. The scholars I have high hopes for are reading and literacy, but are not limited to the circle of saints, but are based on the world and all things, and can do things steadily, even if these things seem insignificant."

Yuan Heng's little hand was held in Sun Ce's hand, feeling the warmth and strength of Sun Ce's palm, his heart beat faster and his face became hotter. She didn't dare to look at Sun Ce's eyes, lowered her eyelids, and forced herself to concentrate and consider Sun Ce's problems.

"The latter type of scholar mentioned by the king should refer to students who graduated from county schools, wooden schools, and martial arts schools, right?"

Sun Ce nodded. Nanyang was the first place to implement the new policy. Kindergartens, Mu Academy, and martial arts lecture halls were first implemented here. Three-year kindergarten, three-year county school or martial arts lecture hall, Mu Academy, and the first batch of graduates have entered the job. About half of these people were humble from humble backgrounds and were unlikely to have the opportunity to read and read before, so they didn't mind being craftsmen or joining the army. Most of them went to Mu Academy to be craftsmen or attending the army. There were very few who actually stayed in the county school to do academic research. Even if they went to the county school to do academic research, they were different from the old-style scholars.

They are Sun Ce's hope. Those who are devoted to the classics of saints and are called old-style scholars by Sun Ce have never been the focus of Sun Ce's attention. He will not restrain and suppress them, but he will not take them too seriously. Those who are willing to cooperate will not refuse - such as Handan Chun, Hu Zhao and others, who can be teachers in county schools and receive a salary, and those who are unwilling to cooperate will not force them to fend for themselves - many students in Xiangyang Academy are considered in this category. Yuan Heng was worried that these people would be unfavorable to Sun Ce's reputation, so he was really worried.

How big can a few scholars who study hard and don’t understand the truth make a big fuss? Even Xu Shao was scolded by me, and am I still afraid of them?

After hearing Sun Ce's explanation, Yuan Heng was a little embarrassed. "The king taught me a lesson. I should also reflect on myself and not stick to my shortcomings."

"You have a short experience and don't have much contact with outsiders. It's normal for you to have such an idea. Why would your sister think so?"

Yuan Heng broke free from Sun Ce's hand and bowed to the ground. "I am stupid and did not understand my sister's good intentions. Please forgive me."

Sun Ce looked at Yuan Heng suspiciously. Yuan Heng's words and deeds all have the style of a queen, but it was too regular. He even felt uneasy in shaking his hands. He had to be stern and sensible in his words and looked like he was asking the right questions in the court. Just as Dou Kou Nianhua, he was not energetic at all. Yuan Quan was determined to let his sister be the queen and give birth to a legitimate son, but he refused to make a mistake at all. Will it be too much and too late to turn a living person into a mud puppet?
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