I am the king of the dead

"Of course, this thing has to be inspected."

Zhu Qiyu suddenly patted the table, but the egg on the bamboo umbrella did not move at all.

Zhu Qiyu gently pushed the lower spindle pendulum, and Guan Qiu rolled from the bamboo umbrella slide into the copper toad.

"Very good." Zhu Qiyu was quite satisfied, he gave the idea, Xu Dun was responsible for the practice, and he did much better than Zhu Qiyu expected.

The top ten calendar bureaus, the degree bypasses, the ten things are connected, and the related achievements are divided into Cao's cooking and research and training.

The scale of Cong is indeed a degree bypass.

Chapter 457 No one loses a penny, no one harms the world

There are too many people in the great Ming Dynasty. There are always some people doing things down-to-earth, some people are dreaming, building their own world of great harmony, and some people are practicing, and then comprehending the truth of the world from practice.

Of course, there are also people who fart.

Fang Weimin is the master of this fart.

He doesn't understand astronomy and geography at all, he doesn't understand the equivalence of pendulums, he doesn't know the significance of precise timekeeping to the Ming Dynasty, and he doesn't understand the importance of restoring these instruments that have disappeared in the long river of history.

Fang Weimin only farts.

There is a thick wall between Qingliu and Thinker, which is as wide as the Pacific Ocean.

Zhu Qiyu looked at the seismograph of the pendulum. He took the ball out of the copper toad, put it on the bamboo umbrella, fiddled with it again, watched the ball roll into the copper toad, took out the ball again, and put it on the bamboo umbrella. On the bamboo umbrella, so a dozen times.

He had a great time.

There is a transverse wave in the earthquake, which hits the spindle, causing the spindle to shake, which is why the chandelier shakes first during the earthquake.

It is such a simple reason.

It is said that Zhang Heng invented the seismograph when he watched the salted fish hanging under the eaves shake during the earthquake.

But this kind of rumor is close to legend, and Zhu Qiyu doesn't know whether it is true or not.

He smiled happily, like a child who just got a new toy, and the crisp sound of the ball hitting was ding ding dong dong, like a stream flowing over a bluestone.

Xu Dun and Xing'an glanced at each other, His Majesty was neither happy with things nor sad with himself, and rarely showed such a smile.

The heart of a child.

His Majesty is always busy with state affairs.

Zhu Qiyu finally had enough fun, and said with a smile: "Can this stay in the imperial study?"

"This is Qin Tianjian's congratulatory gift to His Majesty on Tianming Festival, but I really couldn't wait, so I brought it here first." Xu Dun said quickly.

The money was given by His Majesty, and the principle was inspired by His Majesty. No matter from what point of view, the achievement of this thing's birth belongs to His Majesty.

Zhu Qiyu nodded, and he added another very interesting figure.

Zhu Qiyu played again, listening to the sound of ding ding dong dong asked: "What's it called?"

"Jingtai Seismograph." Xu Dun said immediately.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head and said, "That's not right, it's better to call it Houfeng Seismic Instrument."

In the final analysis, this thing was invented by Zhang Heng, and he just picks up the wisdom of others.

"This thing is very good. Qin Tianjian will give you ten silver coins each, and you will have a good year." Zhu Qiyu sat up straight, playing for a while is enough, he still has state affairs to deal with.

It was almost Chinese New Year again, Zhu Qiyu gave ten silver coins to Jin Yiwei and three silver coins to each Jingying as a New Year gift.

There are 24 people in the Beijing camp, and 72 silver coins are used as internal funds. This is not a small amount of money.

An ordinary soldier in the Beijing camp only gets a salary of about fifteen silver coins a year, and of course the salary is only a part of his income.

If there are wars and other rewards, there is also the Jingshi Farm Law. The income is about [-] silver coins, four times the daily needs.

Maintaining the Beijing camp was a huge expense. As Wala moved westward, the Ming Dynasty once again had the voice of promoting Wen and Wu, but the voice was very small.

Because the Oirats have turned the world upside down in the Western Regions, but in Helin Longting, there is still the Ara Zhiyuan, and Oirats may come back at any time.

The Beijing camp and the Beijing army seem to have little income, but they are much better than the coolies of the poor.

Liu Qi, a poor coolie living outside the Chaoyang Gate, only earns about ten silver coins a year, which is just enough to live on.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Long En." Xu Dun breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked him.

Zhu Qiyu had a flash of inspiration, and said with a smile: "You take this Houfeng Seismograph and go to the Imperial Academy to teach them. It's a big reasoning. The more you argue, the more clear it is."

Xu Dun nodded and said yes, His Majesty is still the same Majesty, very narrow-minded, he went to Qin Tianjian personally to pull the fence, and even advised him to go to the Imperial Academy to attend classes.

The Hanlin Academy, Guozijian, and Qintianjian quarreled, and the wind picked up. When His Majesty came to Qintianjian, wouldn't it be a side-effect?

When Xu Dun went to the Imperial College, Wu Jing asked many lectures, called the students together, and began to speculate.

Xu Dun's explanation is very detailed.

What Zhu Qiyu holds is a figure that can be tested for earthquakes. The full version is more complicated than Zhu Qiyu's figure, with many devices added, such as eight suspension cables and pulleys, which are more accurate. The bamboo umbrella is made of all copper, with grooves smaller.

Xu Dun also used a pool and wooden boards to demonstrate the ground motion and the applicability of the Houfeng seismograph.

The plank will break, but no matter how you stomp your foot, it won't trigger the seismograph.

After Xu Dun demonstrated the accuracy of the seismograph and Houfeng seismograph, he continued: "Mozi said: In the past, the three seedlings were in chaos, and the fate killed them. The sun and demons came out at night, rain and blood three dynasties, dragons were born in temples, and dogs cried in the city. , Xia Bing, the ground and springs, the five grains change, and the people are greatly invigorated."

"When Yu conquered the three seedlings, an earthquake occurred."

"There is the light of the ground, and the light of the ground is different. The previous earthquakes are all divided into red, yellow, blue, white, purple and other different colors by the light of the ground."

"The weather will also change to varying degrees, with freezing in summer, or strong winds, or showers."

"Beasts and livestock have feelings and will run out of the circle."

"Just like some dogs, they will act like crazy, barking and crying all over the city."

When Xu Dun said this, he paused and glanced at Fang Weimin.

Fang Weimin was already blushing. He wanted to stand up and refute, but the facts speak louder than words. No matter how much he could argue, Xu Dun simulated an earthquake with a seismograph and an experimental device with a pool and wooden boards.

The azimuth and scale are all recorded very accurately.

Now Xu Dun talked about Mozi's theory, and he couldn't refute it. Xu Dun scolded him like a dog and cried like a dog.

But Fang Weimin couldn't refute it. Once he refuted, wouldn't he admit that he was a dog?Isn't that self-inflicted?

But if you don't refute, you can only be scolded.

Xu Dun continued: "An earthquake is a big earthquake. It is not an earth dragon turning over, nor is there no warning. When you see the ground light, animals running, or dogs crying in the market, you must go to the open area in time to prevent being caught. smashed."

"The seismograph is not to predict the earthquake, but to record and check it for the imperial court to prepare in advance."

"Everyone leads to the same goal by different routes. They are all united under His Majesty. Under the guidance of the people as the foundation of the country and the foundation of the country, Juan takes the soul as the mind and seeks the happiness of all beings in the world."

"Okay, I'm done talking, do any of you want to ask questions?"

Xu Dun looked around, but no one answered or asked questions. He shook his head and said, "In the future, if there is any movement from the Qin Tianjian, everyone can wait a little longer, and don't jump out in a hurry, making yourself ridiculous like a clown. "

The literati of the Ming Dynasty were more or less ashamed, and in the face of the iron-like reality, they did not mess around. Speculation is about reasoning, not quarreling, or crying in the market. There is an essential difference.

The ancients did not leave things to reason.

A group of Confucian scholars from the Hanlin Academy and Guozijian were also speechless in the face of the iron-like facts.

It was only when Xu Dun left with a group of astronomers carrying Hou Feng's seismograph that Fang Weimin whispered viciously, "What are you dragging, let's see next time!"

Xu Dun seemed to have heard what Fang Weimin said, and suddenly looked back at him, Fang Weimin shivered.

No one talks about people, but Xu Dun's meaningful glance still made Fang Weimin a little guilty, and finally showed an embarrassing smile.

Xu Dun sneered and left the Imperial College.

Now he finally knows why Hu Wei likes to argue with others so much.

Because Hu Min is always winning, and as long as His Majesty does not become dissatisfied with Hu Min and asks him to retire, Hu Min can win almost all the time.

After the debate was sure of winning, he came to kick the hall arrogantly, and scolded Fang Weimin in front of a group of them, then left triumphantly, and finally left a disdainful smile.

It turned out to be such a comfortable thing.

Xu Dun is obviously a layman.

But Xu Dun understood that this was not only his victory, but also His Majesty's, which proved once again that His Majesty was right.

Always right, always right, a nightmare for everyone.

Whether it is Li Binyan, Li Xian, Zhu Zhanqian, Luo Bingzhong, Xu Youzhen, Hu Wei and other courtiers, everything they do is closely related to His Majesty.

One word prospers the country, and one word destroys the country, and that is the king.

When a hundred schools of thought were contending, all schools and factions, except for a few, almost all took the monarchy system as a natural theory and the premise for the inevitable emergence of a sage king.

There is a theory that almost everyone yells and beats, and in the end even the words are not left, only a few words are left, living in the allusions of others.

That is Yang Zhu, the core of his thinking is beyond research, but there are three themes in a few words from other classics.

Valuing oneself, respecting (zhong) life, no loss to everyone, no benefit to the world.

Qin Huali (li), the chief disciple of Mozi, a well-known traitor of Confucianism, and the guardian of the Song Dynasty, once met Yang Zhu.

Qin Huali asked Yang Zhu: If pulling out a single hair on your body will benefit the world, will you do it?

Yang Zhu replied with a sneer: The problems of the people in the world cannot be solved by pulling out a single hair!

Qin Huali asked again: If it is an assumption, will you pull it out?

Yang Zhu remained silent.

After Mencius learned about this controversy, Mencius laughed wildly and said: "Yang Zi took it for me, plucked a hair and benefited the world, and I didn't do it."

Then Yang Zhu said, there is only one idiom left, nothing left.

Confucianism, Mohism, the enemy of life and death.

The Confucianists criticized the Mohists as beasts and lowly people, and the Mohists accused the Confucians of hypocrisy and hypocrisy.

Between Confucianism and Mohism, there is constant scolding and fighting with each other.

But in the matter of tearing down Yang Zhu, they were surprisingly unanimous.

The Mohists emphasize that everyone loves me, and I love everyone. Yang Zhu's noble self and everyone's not harming the slightest is the absolute opposite of the Mohism.

Confucianism pays attention to the kingly way and happy land, and Yang Zhu's theory that everyone does not harm the world and everyone benefits the world, emphasizes complete personal interests, and the country's ruin and chaos have nothing to do with oneself, which will inevitably lead to the Datong world of Yang Zhu's theory. There is no monarch.

In the kingly paradise, the kingly way is the first premise. If you don't have a monarch, how can you be kingly?

There is no theory of a king, and it is attacked by hundreds of schools of thought.

A hundred schools of thought almost unanimously believe that the monarch plays a decisive role in governing the country.

Even the Taoism that governs by doing nothing, the land of nothing, and the world of supreme virtue, also pays attention to the law and imitation of nature, the sage's virtue, and insight into the world's most rational.

When Xu Dun left the Guozijian, he took a look at Fang Weimin who was still aggrieved.

This glance means a lot.

It was because Xu Dun discovered that, in fact, the fourteen Bizheng, Su Ping, and Su Zheng of Fengyang Poetry Society all had a bit of Yang Zhu's theory.

For the sake of the family, there is no sense of publicity at all.

Zhu Xi's Taoism is gradually evolving into the knowledge of prudence and independence, which means that things have nothing to do with oneself, and they are extremely selfish.

When His Majesty talked about financial affairs in general, he once said that since the division of labor in the world, no one can leave the labor of others, and neither can Your Majesty.

This kind of extremely selfish and independent learning is too similar to Yang Zhu's school. Confucianism is transforming into Yang Zhu's school. Confucianism is indeed, as Hu Wei said, gradually entering a dead end.

Your Majesty recognizes private rights, and even encourages legal wealth.

But there is no public morality and no public heart, is it true?

You know, at least a scholar who can do correct writing is a scholar, and a scholar eats the emperor's rations.

Eat Daming's rice, put down the bowl and scold your mother, Su Ping, Su Zheng, Fang Weimin, are they polite?

Xu Dun went back to Qin Tianjian to dig the underground palace. He would embed the seismograph in the soil according to the position of the gossip to make them more accurate.

At this time, Elena, the eldest princess of Rome, the elf Zoe, came to the Tai Hospital to see a doctor.

She is a little uncomfortable.

Because of her special status, the doctor who saw Elena was Ran Siniang. This beautiful doctor said in a cold tone: "It's just that you are not acclimated to the environment. Just get used to it. I can prescribe some medicine for you. It's cold and you're catching a cold. keep warm."

"Isn't the ground dragon in the Huitong hall very hot? Why do you catch a cold?"