Zhu Zhanji laughed, picked up the newspaper on the table and mocked: "Sheritors of the Mo family? Let's not mention whether their methods at that time are still useful now. Only after Hanwu, how can there be traces of the Mo family?"

Yang Shaofeng frowned and said, "There isn't nothing left, right?"

Zhu Zhanji said: "Even if they are inheriting their previous knowledge and innovating, how many people can the Mohist school that have disappeared since Hanwu? You found them, and then?

Perhaps, they have already been integrated into the lives of ordinary people. How can you ensure that there will be no descendants of the Mo family in the yamen such as the jail, the internal officials and the imperial prison?"

Yang Shaofeng did not refute Zhu Zhanji in a rare way, but nodded in agreement.

It is basically unlikely to expect the Mo family to inherit the Ming Dynasty and to innovate the original knowledge - if the Mo family descendants really had this ability, they would not have disappeared after Hanwu, and they would not have even lost a wave after the waves.

The biggest possibility is probably that, as Zhu Zhanji said, the descendants of the Mo family have actually been integrated into ordinary people, and there will be no Momen organization that emphasizes both love and attack.

After frowning and thinking, Yang Shaofeng suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Without Butcher Zhang, we will still not eat pigs with hair!"

Zhu Zhanji suddenly sprayed the tea in his mouth with a puff, and after coughing for a long time, he recovered a little. He pointed to the newspaper wet with water and shouted: "It's really your good student!"

Yang Shaofeng looked at Zhu Zhanji with a confused look on his face and asked, "What's my good student?"

Zhu Zhanji was about to hand the newspaper in his hand to Yang Shaofeng, but he found that the newspaper in his hand was so wet that it looked so wet. He pointed to a new newspaper beside Yang Shaofeng and said, "You can read it yourself. Now you have not published articles to curse people, but your good student has started cursing people again, and he scolded Juzhou by name."

Yang Shaofeng opened the newspaper suspiciously and glanced at it a few times, but found that it was all the regulations of the imperial court on manuscript fees, such as the distribution of manuscript fees required to leave an address, and distributed it to the corresponding prefecture and county banks, and if it was not collected within three months, it would be charged to the national treasury, etc.

After turning to the second page, Yang Shaofeng discovered that Shen Hao, a good student, is worthy of being a ruthless person with the tendency of the Legalists. He started to swear directly from the Juzhou officialdom, and then extended to the Censorate. He pulled out the Censorate, which had already begun to be reorganized, and whipped the corpse again. It was reasonable and well-founded, so Yang Shaofeng felt that these guys could be promoted.

It's time to send him a keyboard!

Seeing Yang Shaofeng's disgusting look as if he was old and comforting, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but snorted, pointed to the newspaper and said, "Flip back. In front is Shen Hao scolding the Juzhou officialdom, behind is his good senior brother Yi Xiao scolding the Beijing Censorate system, and by the way, he also scolded the Censorate.

After going backwards, Bai Geng did not scold the Juzhou officialdom or the Beijing Censorship system, but he scolded the Jinyiwei, and by the way, it was the Censorship again.

In my opinion, Liu Guan provoked you, but this time the Director-General did not say anything good, but he was hated by your students."

Yang Shaofeng immediately turned to the side, waved the newspaper in his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Those who don't know think I'm forming a clique for personal gain!"

Zhu Zhanji laughed and said, "Think of you forming a clan? Let's get rid of it. Except for you, the students in the court, only Xiabutang and Liu Hang can like you. Who else is the remaining civil servant who doesn't hate you so much? Who will form a clan with you?

However, the Censorate said it was a restructuring in the previous episode, but after all, the original people were still the same. Except for Deng Zhen who could go down to the local area to visit the people's situation, the remaining people were still the same tricks as before, and it was long time to rectify them!"

Yang Shaofeng looked in the direction of Zhu Zhanji and asked, "How to fix it?"

"How do I know?"

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help rolling his eyes: "The newspaper didn't say how to rectify it. The newspaper has not been sent yet. How could I predict the unknown? But the news that comes later is quite interesting."

Once again, pointing to the newspaper in his hand, Zhu Zhanji continued: "In the future, the newspaper will assume part of the functions of Dibao, and publish content that can be published to the world. Dibao is responsible for some things that are not suitable for disclosure, and is only circulated in the court.

As more and more social studies are available, more and more people will be able to read. They can also learn about the trends of the court and the clan affairs through the newspaper. There is an extra solution to the problem. What do you think?"

Yang Shaofeng shouted: "Dibao is a good thing, but it is not a good thing, especially if you post any content on it. What if someone sends military secrets? These days, there are too many stupid things and not enough bad people!"

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but frown and said, "No, right? Who would be so stupid that he would send military secrets to the palace newspaper?"

Yang Shaofeng sneered and did not answer.

Who else? Didn’t the emperor of the Zhu family and those civil officials do this?

In the Battle of Sarhu, why did the old slaves always block the Ming army's march route?

The official newspaper had already leaked all Yang Hao's plan to advance, and the old slave was willing to spend money, Jiannu's spies and those spies...

The last elite family was completely defeated. The Ming Dynasty was basically the New Year of Wang Xiaoer, which was worse than one year. It was not until Yuan Dudu had to pacify Liao in five years, then Jiannu's troops surrounded the capital, and then Jiannu entered the pass, and Shenzhou was in decline for three hundred years.

Isn't anyone so stupid that he would send military secrets to the newspaper?

Pooh!

Zhu Zhanji looked at Yang Shaofeng's look of anger, and he was also a little confused: "What do you think should you do?"

Yang Shaofeng spread his hands and said, "It's all my business? This kind of thing shouldn't be considered by the British Duke and other military officials? Ask me, who else should I ask?"

Zhu Zhanji said: "Now we two brothers, so what can you do if you talk to me?"

Yang Shaofeng shouted, "Then what do the military government do? What do the court and local government do? Who are the diary newspapers for?"

Zhu Zhanji carefully said: "The military government is naturally in charge of the military. The court and local government are more in charge of the people. The palace reports are also for the officials and local officials."

Suddenly, Zhu Zhanji slapped his head and suddenly said, "Split up! If the military affairs are not reported in the future, I will naturally not worry that the military secrets will be leaked?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll say what I should say, let's talk about the Mo family."

"The Mo family has long disappeared!"

Zhu Zhanji was obviously more concerned about the issue of the Dean than discussing the issue of the Mohist school.

After all, Confucianism advocates the monarch, minister, minister, father, son, son, and son, while Mohism advocates the franchise of love, not attack, conservative use, enlightenment, and heavenly ambition. For any ruling class, choosing Confucianism or Mohism is obviously a multiple-choice question that can be obtained by voting with your feet.

The lives of the Mo family's children became a little harder, clothes were as prisoners, food was as beggars, and living in a cave. This treatment originally violated human instinctive pursuit of improving the quality of life. There were less than 40 students in the Qin Dynasty, so when Sima Qian wrote the Records of the Grand Historian, he could not find the information, or he could not find enough information, and could only explain the life of Mozi's legend in 24 words.

Yang Shaofeng yelled, "I don't care about both love and attack, and it has nothing to do with me if I use it. After all, a bottle of wine is only 100 taels of silver. If Mozi and his elders see it, they must beat us to death. I am interested in the craftsmanship of the Mo family."

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help rolling his eyes again and said, "Then what else do you want to say? Just say that you like those strange tricks and tricks? Besides, the Mo family has long disappeared, what should you do?"

"The Mo family is gone, but aren't I still there?"

Yang Shaofeng bent his finger and pointed at himself, his face full of pride: "I wrote down all the knowledge I learned, then taught a group of students, and then put it on the name of Mo's craftsmanship?"

"So shameless!" Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but mocked: "After all, you just want to use the tiger skins of the Mohist school to make a big banner. In fact, it's your own things."

Yang Shaofeng was intrigued and ignored Zhu Zhanji's ridicule. Instead, he asked with a chuckle: "You said, why do sails always appear on the ships appear on the sea? Why don't the entire ship appear directly, but appear little by little? And the peaks or cars we see on the road appear little by little?"

Zhu Zhanji hesitated and said, "You want to say that the earth is round? Zhang Heng said in the "A Note on the Armpitable Sky Sphere Picture" that the Amphibian Sky is like a chicken.

Wang Fan also said in "Theory of Hun Tianxiang" that the body of heaven and earth is like a bird's egg, and the sky is wrapped outside the earth, just like the egg is wrapped in yellow, and it is circulating for no reason, and its shape is muddy, so it is called Hun Tian. The technique is that the sky half covers the ground and half underground, and its north and south poles hold its two ends, and the sky and the sun, moon and stars turn slanted and revolve.

If the land is round to explain that the sail appears first, it would make sense, but in this way, wouldn’t it be a joke? The coachman kept walking north and could indeed reach Chu State, but Ji Liang, who persuaded the coachman, became wrong?

If this is the case, aren’t we all on a big ball that can spin? Why didn’t we fall? Why didn’t we turn upside down when we turn down?"

Yang Shaofeng did not answer, but picked up a teacup, let the teacup fall to the ground after letting it fall, and then asked: "Then why do this object always fall? And things like smoke always rise?

Why does the sun always rise in the east and set in the west? Why can't it rise in the west and set in the east?

Why do the wheels stop after rolling for a distance? Why can't they keep rolling forward?"
Chapter completed!