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Volume 436 Biographies 195: Confucian Scholars 6 - Chen Liang, Zheng Qiaolinting, Li Daochuan

Chapter 436 of 宋史 · History of Song
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Chen Liang, courtesy name Tongfu, came from Yongkang in Wuzhou prefecture. From birth his gaze flashed; gifted and bold, he loved military talk, debate that swept like wind, and essays of thousands of words at a stroke. He studied how ancients won and lost wars and wrote the Discourses on Weighing Antiquity. Prefect Zhou Kui read his work, argued points with him, and exclaimed, 'One day he will be a pillar of the state. He had Liang received as an honored guest. Once Zhou Kui entered the council, every courtier reporting business was told to bow to Liang; he met the age's boldest minds and aired every argument. He handed him the Mean and Great Learning, saying, 'Read these to master nature and destiny. Liang took them and gave his whole mind.
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When Longxing opened with a Jin peace, the realm sighed with relief; only Liang refused to accept it. Wuzhou was set to recommend him as top licentiate; he submitted the Five Discourses on Restoration, but the memorial vanished without answer. He retired home to study; disciples gathered, and for ten years he wrote and read without slackening.
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Once he circled Qiantang and sighed, 'This city could be flooded! The ground sat lower than West Lake. Now it was Chunxi 5; Xiaozong had reigned some seventeen years. Liang took the name Tong, went to court, and memorialized:
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I hold that China is Heaven and Earth's righteous breath, the seat of Mandate and hearts, the home of ritual and robes, the inheritance of a hundred reigns. To drag China's civilization into a corner may still bind Mandate and hearts, yet that cannot be lasting peace. Orthodox qi pent too long must burst forth; Mandate and hearts will not stay tied to a backwater forever.
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Two centuries of peace are a foundation the Three Ages never knew; the Two Sovereigns' capture is a shame Han and Tang never suffered. At the first retreat south, court and throne swore not to live with the enemy and, from rout and ruin, beat a foe unbeaten in a hundred fields. Qin Hui's peace talk exiled loyal men and drained the realm's spirit. Thirty years on, refugees from the north raised grandchildren in the southeast and forgot sovereign and father; only Hailing's death at Huainan reminded them war existed. Who could expect them to burn with old shame and together loose one arrow?
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Bingwu and Dingwei feel distant, yet Hailing fell the year before you took the throne. You alone strive to destroy the foe while the world sleeps as if nothing were wrong. Whispers called you vain for glory; even the throne could not silence them, and you bore it seventeen years more.
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In Spring and Autumn, when fathers and sons, lords and ministers killed one another, an age called it normal. Only Confucius said that when the Three Bonds snapped, men became beasts; he could not rest one morning. Finding no ruler, he poured his will into the Spring and Autumn and still terrified traitors. Today the world forgets sovereign and father—how can the human way abide? Scholars of Confucius would urge you to act, not soothe you into sloth. Our armies have not marched north in years—surely some hero could rise! The pressure must break somewhere. If the state will not seize the moment, another will. Do not trust old ritual and deep accumulation to keep Mandate and hearts seated forever. 'Heaven is impartial; only virtue wins aid. Hearts shift; only kindness holds them.' The Three Sage rulers knew how terrible that truth is.
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便 便 滿 使 使 使
At Spring and Autumn's end the great states faded; Wu and Yue rose from hamlets to rule the lords. Huangchi grieved Confucius most—it showed China had no men. Today's scholars never discuss it. Jin has rooted deep; one blow cannot end it; our momentum is not yet full; we cannot strike in a day. Men love peace and urge you to hoard gold and drill troops until the hour comes. Peace buys a false calm for court and people and a market for fools and mediocrities—no wonder all love it. Ten years of peace mean today's strategists will tomorrow sit in council; today's archers and ball-players will tomorrow win battles. Treasuries brim with coin; armor gleams with troops. When war starts, the bluff collapses. Why? Talent proves itself in action; idle competence is hollow. Armies and grain show truth only in use; paper plenty is not trust. The court blesses a quiet day; petty men shuffle papers and you bless them as easy to rule. Men of vision are shelved while days drift to old age. Peace, I say again, buys false calm and feeds fools and mediocrities.
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Eastern Jin never made peace with the north; ministers ranged widely and talent flourished. Now one breach of peace and every voice fears war—even you must sue for peace again. Once Jin lived in tents and struck without warning. Now they have cities, laws, and months-long mobilization. One alarm stirs three borders—they cannot raid us every year. If we always felt the enemy at the gate, that would be fortune and heroes' chance—why hurry peace to dull us?
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At Bi, Luan Shu said Chu daily warned its people: Ah! Life is hard, disaster near—never slack vigilance.' In camp, not a day without reviewing stores: Ah! Victory is not sure; Zhou won a hundred fights yet had no heir.' At Song's peace Zi Han said arms awe the lawless and show virtue; to abolish them blinds the lords. Seeking to abolish arms slanders the Way. Hearts must not slack nor arms fade—even Cheng and Kang campaigned; Li Hang dreaded Zhenzong's Liao marriage. In our standoff, disarming dulls hearts, forgets the feud, and comforts fools—that is grave error. Why not break with Jin in righteous wrath?
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Lower the throne, mourn in the main hall, swear revenge, rouse ministers and the realm—even without marching, none dare slack. Ride east and west and talent appears. Surplus and want balance; grain and arms reveal truth. Rash talk dies unchallenged; cowards shrink unbidden. Then extraordinary men rise for you alone. That is clouds gathering, echoes answering—not armchair work. Let me lay the state's root and branch and open today's great plan; weigh the realm's rise and fall and seize the hour—hear me, sire.
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After Suzong and Daizong the Tang throne slipped; warlords seized land and men until lords grew weak and ministers strong. Taizu rose and the quarters submitted; each prefecture spoke straight to the capital. Capital men ruled three-year terms; revenue went to transport, troops to prefectures. One decree moved the realm like a finger on the arm. Even clerks were court appointees; power was one. The capital garrisoned heavy troops; each circuit kept imperial guards to hold the land. All troops, wealth, officials, and people were the emperor's; law was tight and counties could not act alone. Scholars entered by measure, officers by seniority—no hunt for wild genius or matchless deeds. The emperor toiled, bound scholars with shame and people with grace, and two centuries of peace stood.
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Yet Khitan stood as a second court, hardly different from ours. Without Chanyuan our root would have failed though thick. Qingli's added tribute was Fu Bi's lifelong shame—he never boasted his service. Khitan commands—that is a sovereign's part; the emperor paying tribute—that is a subject's rite. Khitan won by inches piled year by year. At founding the trend was set. Ancestors honored ministers and empowered prefects. They never crushed great merchants within law; beyond statutes they rewarded heroes to brace the state against surprise.
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Qingli men raged at China's slump yet made ministers bicker over laws until the court itself grew light; they empowered surveillance to chase merit and made counties lighter still. They eroded the state; even Zhang Dexiang and Chen Zhizhong could only slow the ruin. Only out-of-turn appointments, farming, and leniency fit renewal; the rest was wrong. They never erased Khitan's equal stare and finally enraged Shenzong.
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Wang Anshi's 'correct laws' pleased the throne yet meant to seize every troop and drill them at court; to sweep county revenue into the center and call it wealth. Green Sprouts feared only that rich farmers would not suffer; Uniform Transport feared only that merchants would not break. Suits for any crime silenced the scholar-officials. Eunuchs planned the frontiers and heroes refused to serve. Shenzong saw numbers and rushed to war, against his own intent, and the realm never truly stirred. They missed that the state thrived on divided power, light counties, and heavy center—slow but sure. Ancestors used four props; Wang drained them—ignorant of roots, unfit to govern. Yuanyou and Shaosheng's seesaw fed Jin's raids—how could China awe the world?
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Since the crossing we mostly kept ancestral ways; tweaks changed little. Zhao Ding lacked flexibility; Qin Hui destroyed all, served the foe, and painted a corner as peace—his crime is beyond death. You rage at our cornered throne and seize troops and revenue for strength. You favor the people yet the rich lack five years' grain; you lighten tax yet merchants lack great stores—the state weakens daily. I fear rostered troops and treasury coin will not last one day's war. You toil for restoration yet hire by rule and govern by paperwork; you judge all, yet ministers are placeholders, clerks rule, offices shirk—talent rots. Exam essayists and seniority men cannot meet extraordinary need. Taizu's design Taizong already half abandoned—surely it waits on you! Trace his intent and you open centuries of foundation—how much more recover the north! When maintenance fails, even ancestors' store may not hold. Let me speak fully and today's plan will find its place.
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Wu and Shu are marginal breaths; Qiantang is Wu's corner. When Tang fell, Qian Liu, a lane bravo, ruled there and bowed to China for legitimacy. When Song took the Mandate, the Qian house entered the capital and yielded the land. Qiantang saw little war for two centuries and led the southeast. In Jianyan and Shaoxing it housed the court; men doubted it could restore the realm. Qin Hui packed offices there for ritual and music; officials built gardens and Qiantang became a pleasure land. A sliver held the throne fifty years until its qi ran dry. Grain and silk waned yearly, beasts and fish thinned daily—none thought it strange. Officials came from the southeast; talent grew common; a slight literary twist made a hero among thousands. You sit on spent Qiantang, employ fading southeastern scholars, and would drive soft habits north—I know how hard that is.
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In Spring and Autumn Chu used Jing and Xiang to stare down Qi and Jin. In Warring States only they could vie with Qin for empire. Three centuries later Guangwu rose in Nanyang surrounded by hometown men. Two centuries on it was Three Kingdoms ground; Zhuge Liang gathered Jing-Chu men and Shu lived; Zhou Yu, Lu Su, Lü Meng, Lu Xun, Lu Kang, Deng Ai, and Yang Hu won fame there. A century later Jin fled south; Jing and Yong led the southeast until Liang replaced Qi. When qi ran out, Sui and Tang made it a backwater. In Five Dynasties only the Gaos often submitted. For two Song centuries it was barren—few people, poor goods, rare talent. In Jianyan and Shaoxing bandits ravaged it; even now food fails and armies cannot march from there. Critics worry, not seeing its stored force. Yet corner qi must vent; it links east to Wu-Yue, west to Ba-Shu, south to lakes, north to passes—every side an avenue. Reclaim it, rouse its people, connect to the north, and we can contend for the realm—that is momentum's law.
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You moved boldly to Jianye, rebuilt offices from scratch, simplified ritual, and built a Wuchang palace to show you would not rest. Keep Huai armies against Jin, choose one deep planner for Jing-Xiang, loosen his rules, and in a few years the state's force stands.
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I am untalented yet roamed to the capital; crowds talked, none stirred the heart—I know your great plan stands alone. In xinmao and renchen I studied heaven, history, and the ways of kings, and saw Heaven and man clearly. I saw today's 'sincere mind' scholars are numb to pain like men with wind paralysis. The age forgets the feud yet chats of nature and destiny—what is that! You heard me but gave no office—I honor your benevolence. I saw 'strong army' ministers are madmen shouting. They never study how states stand yet boast of strength—what is strength! You saw through them and did not fully use them—I honor your clarity. Your revenge answers Heaven, your love binds hearts, your light pierces partial talk—you are a lord of ages. Yet you trust mediocres and cage small Ruists, wasting the months of action—I forget rank and speak plainly. If you let me speak fully, not only I but heaven and ancestors will hear.
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The memorial shook Xiaozong; he would post it in court and promote Liang as with Zhong Fang. Ministers were baffled; Zeng Di came to see him—Liang scaled the wall and fled. Di was angry that Liang snubbed him. Ministers hated his bluntness and ordered a Hall review. The chief councilor questioned him; he would not soften—again rejected.
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Ten days later he memorialized again:
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Your resolve on revenge, refusing ease in a corner, is great merit. Yet Qiantang's luxury is the wrong ground for the Central Plain; the southeast's soft habits are the wrong army. Treasury wealth cannot read the realm's want and plenty; Roster troops cannot grasp the realm's courage and fear. So delay wins and your great plan stalls. In loyal rage I bathe and write, begging audience to lay root and branch and open the great plan; weigh rise and fall and seize the hour, fitting Taizu's design. Eight days passed without word. Heroes will read your intent—and the gathering cloud, answering echo, will never form.
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He memorialized again:
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Maintenance is spent, yet Taizu's design can still last—adapt it and recovery is near. Adaptation has three paths: decades, a century and a half, or centuries reborn. Effects differ wildly—only a sage of ages could hear each in turn. I dare not tell ministers first; they ask with folded hands, so I give three broad answers.
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First: the Two Sovereigns' capture is national shame and public rage. Fifty years of sloth needs you and a few ministers to rouse men like private vengeance—as Spring and Autumn praised Wei's revenge.
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Second: the state binds all in rules; ministers chase faults—who has leisure for conquest!
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Third: Taizu replaced warriors with scholars; this dynasty is Ru. And our Ru flourish beyond any age. Scholars are flaccid—reverse the way, rouse them, and civil men can settle turmoil without relying only on generals.
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That is what I would tell your ministers.
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The emperor offered office; Liang laughed, 'I aim at centuries of foundation—not one post!' He crossed the river home at once. He drank with local rakes and, drunk, jested words that touched treason. A scholar denounced him to the Ministry of Justice. He Dan, who had failed him in exams, seized on insults and forwarded the charge. The Court of Judicial Review flogged him broken and forced a false confession. Xiaozong knew it was Liang; when the report came he said, 'A drunk scholar's babble is no crime!' He threw the paper down and Liang was spared.
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Soon his servant killed a man who had once insulted Liang's father; the dead man's kin blamed Liang. Once officials heard of it, he had the boy beaten with the cudgel until the lad died and revived several times, but the servant still refused to admit guilt. He also threw Liang's father into the prefectural prison. He then had the censorate deem Liang's crime serious and refer the case to the Court of Judicial Review. Chief Councilor Huai knew the emperor wanted Liang to live; Xin Qiji and Luo Dian, who had long admired his ability, argued for him with unusual vigor, and he was spared once more.
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Taking himself for a swashbuckling spirit who had weathered repeated capital trials, Liang went home and threw himself into study with renewed zeal until his learning grew remarkably wide. After Mencius he ranked no scholar above Wang Tong, and he once remarked that to plumb principle to its finest grain, sift past from present, trace the mind in a flash and weigh ritual to the inch, to labor by accumulation and stand upright by nurture, with glowing face and bent back, would leave one ashamed before the Confucians. Yet in marshaling a grand host under righteous banners, when storm and thunder break at once and dragon, serpent, tiger, and leopard leap in and out of sight, toppling a generation's wit and daring and widening the breast across ten thousand years, he believed himself for a day their better. Liang had Zhu Xi, Lü Zuqian, and such men chiefly in mind.
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After Gaozong's death the Jin dispatched mourners who were curt and disrespectful. Guangzong, still heir in the Hidden Residence, was put in charge of Lin'an; grateful for Xiaozong's trust, Liang traveled to Jinling to study the terrain and submitted another memorial:
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It takes an extraordinary man to achieve an extraordinary feat. To pursue a great enterprise with mediocre men, ordinary schemes, and routine measures is doomed—anyone can see that without being wise. For over twenty years Qin Hui's peace policy sapped the realm until its spirit lay flat and empty. Your Majesty's resolve to reunify the realm has, for another twenty years, shown scholars where their duty lies; the worthies who have served throne and state are beyond this humble servant's power to praise even in part. Gaozong was old; unwilling to shock him with war, you bowed your will and bent your head to comfort him in retirement—a filial devotion books have never matched. Now that Gaozong rests in the temple, heroes everywhere watch your next step—will you let the spirit you raised for twenty years collapse in a day?
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Empires are not won from an armchair, victories do not last forever, and hard campaigning ill suits an elder of years and dignity. An heir at home 'oversees the state'; abroad he 'pacifies the army.' Why not now name the crown prince Pacifying-Army Grand General, send him yearly to Jianye to command all offices and generals, with a chief administrator to bear the toil, while you, in mourning, marshal men and balance the realm against every turn? That was the model Suzong followed in appointing the Prince of Guangping.
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Gaozong's feud with Jin was a father's and elder brother's wrong; living, he could not avenge it—dying, he surely hoped his sons would. How could you tell that grief to the enemy? Mission followed mission—legacy bearers, thanksgiving envoys, return embassies—while gold, silk, and treasure poured out in trains of a thousand taels each. Jin sent only one envoy, treating us like a vassal; their mourning words were thin and insulting, and every loyal heart burned—could your sacred courage truly swallow that?
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If you deem righteousness paramount and the pacifying-army scheme feasible, put Jianye in order first, then send the heir to hold it. Even without a northern campaign this year, to organize Jianye, rouse the empire, and break with Jin would let your first ambition breathe again. Hear me once, sire, and wield joy, wrath, grief, and gladness to move the world.
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His thrust was to spur Xiaozong toward reconquest, but Xiaozong was on the verge of abdicating and never answered. Courtiers turned on him in fury, calling him reckless and strange.
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Before that, at a hometown feast, hosts had placed pepper last in Liang's stew alone—a village honor for a distinguished guest. A table companion went home and died abruptly; rumor blamed poison in the special dish, and the case was already before the Court of Judicial Review. Then Lü Xing and He Niansi beat Lü Tianji almost dead, snarling that Student Chen had ordered his death. Magistrate Wang Tian made the charge stick; the censorate told surveillance officials to pick pitiless examiners, but they found nothing and sent him to the Court of Judicial Review anyway, and everyone expected execution. Vice Minister Zheng Runan read the lone confession and exclaimed, 'Here is a wonder of the age. To execute an innocent scholar offends Heaven and severs the state's lifeblood.' He pleaded urgently before Guangzong, and Liang was released.
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Soon Guangzong tested the palace graduates on ritual, music, law, and government; Liang spoke of the prince's and teacher's ways and said, 'I marvel that through twenty-eight years at Shouhuang's side not one matter escaped your mind. Between visits to his chamber you read his words and face, learned from countless signs, and already turned insight into action. Surely that was more than the capital's boast of four audiences a month!' Guangzong had stopped visiting Chonghua; ministers pleaded in turn without success, yet Liang's answer delighted him as the right medicine for father and son. Listed third on the rolls, he was promoted by imperial brush to the top. Learning it was Liang, the emperor cried, 'We chose well after all.' Xiaozong in the Southern Palace and Ningzong in the Eastern Palace rejoiced alike, so the residence grant read: 'Long ago you topped the civil lists; soon your memorials stirred the retired emperor's ear. Reading your palace answers, I rejoice in your depth and set you first—Heaven may have spared you for Us.' He received appointment as signing clerk in the Jianye prefectural office. He never took up the post; one night he died.
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Returning home after his degree, Liang met his brother Chong at the county line; they bowed and wept together. Liang said, 'Should I rise and my grace reach you, let us meet our ancestors below in the robes our ranks allow—that will be enough.' Listeners were pierced by what he meant. Still his heart was fixed on public service; he prized his word, and all could read him through. He spoke always from the duties of ruler and subject, father and son; though without office, he recommended talent as zealously as any minister. A household of modest means, he still fed odd scholars and poor gentlemen year after year. After his death Vice Minister of Personnel Ye Shi asked the court to give one son an office—outside usual practice. Early in Duanping he received the posthumous title Wenyi and another son was given rank.
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Zheng Qiao, courtesy name Yuzhong, came from Putian in Xinghua prefecture. He wrote books, not belles-lettres, and held himself no lesser than Liu Xiang or Yang Xiong. Living on Jiaji Mountain, he shut out the world. Later he roamed famous peaks and rivers, hunting curiosities and ruins; at every private library he borrowed and stayed until he had read every volume. From Zhao Ding and Zhang Jun on down, leading men prized him. He first wrote treatises on classics, ritual, writing, astronomy, geography, natural history, and esoterica; in Shaoxing year 19 he presented them and the throne ordered them into the imperial archives. Back home he drove his studies harder; over two hundred disciples gathered.
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Recommended by Academician Wang Lun and He Yunzhong, he was called to court and denounced the flaws of official histories since Ban Gu. The emperor said, 'Your name has long been known to Us; you expound antiquity in a school of your own—why meet so late?' He was made Right Junior Merit Officer and war and rites archivist; Censor Ye Yiwen attacked him, so he became superintendent of Tanzhou's Southern Mountain temple, with orders to go home and copy his 《Comprehensive Treatises》. When the book was done he entered the Bureau of Military Affairs as compiler, soon adding review of documents for every office. He asked to revise Jin's Zhenglong bureaucracy against Song ranks and sought access to the Directorate of Archives to read its collections. Soon critics silenced the proposal and it died. When Jin raided the frontier, Qiao said Jupiter favored Song and the Jin ruler would kill himself—and so it happened. Gaozong's visit to Jianye called for presentation of the 《Comprehensive Treatises》, but Qiao fell ill and died at fifty-nine; scholars honor him as Master Jiaji.
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Qiao loved categorical scholarship; though prolific, he was learned without focus. He lived plainly and gave freely, yet hungered for office, and the knowing thought less of him for it.
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Lin Ting of the same district, courtesy name Shiyin, took the Zhenghe jinshi; expert in numerology, he was Qiao's sworn friend. Lin Guangchao had been his pupil. He gathered thousands of volumes, collated them himself, and told his sons, 'I have secured a good inheritance for you.' Under Shaoxing he revised edicts in the statutes office, fiercely attacked Qin Hui's peace, resigned at once, and won the age's respect.
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Li Daochuan
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Li Daochuan, courtesy name Guanzhi, came from Jingyan in Long prefecture. His father Shunchen had served as registrar in the Court of the Imperial Clan. Daochuan was solemn from boyhood; later he studied the Cheng brothers of Henan, brooding on principle until he forgot meals, and even in a dark room sat straight-collared and still as at court. He took the jinshi in Qingyuan year 2, became revenue assistant in Lizhou, then instructor in Pengzhou.
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When Kaixi war began and Jin pressed San Pass, Daochuan was drafting plans for the ministries when word came that Wu Xi had rebelled; outrage filled his face. He sent a messenger by hidden route to Pacification Commissioner Yang Fu, arguing Xi must fall: 'He is no hero; his treason alienates men—turn their hearts against him and you can bind him sitting down. Act decisively and you still the mutiny and show Jin that the empire has men, cooling their greed. Even defeat would stand without shame for ages.' Xi's party threatened him in Xi's name; Daochuan answered with duty, resigned, and went home. After Xi's fall an edict praised Daochuan's steadfastness and raised him two ranks.
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Early in Jiading he became academy erudite, then court-of-sacrifices erudite and tutor in the Prince of Qi's school. When the prince mourned his mother, staff normally gained promotion; Daochuan said, 'Let those who served the rites receive grace—what is that to us?' All refused the reward. Promoted to secretary and assistant compiler, he told the emperor first, 'When warnings of danger never reach court, the age is not well ruled. People's strength is still thin, hearts unsettled, revenues meager, stores empty, borders unrepaired, generals unchosen, morals not yet upright, and talent not yet assembled without shortage. Of those eight, talent remains the key. Talent rises and falls with learning's light; though the learning ban was lifted, the court never openly declared it gone. Issue a clear edict to honor true learning, distribute Zhu Xi's Four Books—the 《Analects》, 《Mencius》, 《Great Learning and Mean》, and 《Questions》—through the academy, and add Zhou Dunyi, Shao Yong, the two Chengs, and Zhang Zai to Confucius's temple.' Ministers hostile to Learning of the Way sneered at him; he did not flinch. He briefly directed the Bureau of Evaluations, then became compiler.
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Xue Zheng, Hu Ju, and other upstarts ruled by graft; Daochuan warned, 'Famed Ruists are now clerk fodder; cruel, lying adventurers rise instead.' He asked for a prefecture and was sent to govern Zhen. City walls crumbled; he rebuilt them in brick, raised two stone dams for riverside folk, deepened two moats, and diked Chen Gong Pond to flood as a barrier in alarm—then hearts steadied. He was made commissioner for Jiangdong's ever-normal granary and tea-salt monopoly. On arrival he inspected the circuit and impeached a dozen corrupt officers; he tattooed or expelled over a hundred harmful clerks, freed two hundred prisoners held without cause, and canceled levies owed in excess of a hundred thousand strings. In a fierce summer drought he answered an imperial edict, declaring that paper-money exchange had turned officials and people into enemies; Paper notes in circulation bred merchant suspicion and resentment; Higher levies and bullying by military officers struck every sore of the age. He then listed famine policies point by point, and the court mostly adopted them. With Intendant Zhen Dexiu he fought famine; Daochuan covered Chizhou, Xuanzhou, and Huizhou, trudging through winter storms into the remotest hamlets until multitudes lived. As acting prefect of Xuan he enforced Zhu Xi's community granaries; Shangrao, Xin'an, Nanchang, and neighboring circuits followed suit and the people gained.
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Guangde Prefect Wei Xian attacked Instructor Lin Xiu for neglecting exams to run famine relief, wielding the intendant against the prefect, and charged Zhen Dexiu with scorning court and hogging glory, demanding his removal. Daochuan rebutted him in a fierce memorial and Xian was dismissed. When Hu Ju became vice minister of personnel he nominated Daochuan as his successor. He pleaded illness to resign but was refused. Summoned to memorial duties he refused twice, was refused again, and at last faced the throne. From palace to court, attendants to censors, he named every fault without reserve, and the emperor did not bristle. Named war ministry lang official, he declined and never took office. Censor Li Nan, reading the powers that be, asked that he be given a Shu commandery and was sent to govern Guo prefecture. At Jiujiang he fell ill and died at forty-eight; an edict promoted him one rank in retirement and posthumously titled him Wenjie.
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From Shu to the southeast he never studied at Zhu Xi's door, yet sought his disciples, joined their discussions, and read every book the master left. He lived what he preached, and his integrity was unmistakable. He wrote no works on the classics, saying, 'My learning is not ripe—I dare not.' He would not rush verses, saying, 'My learning is not ripe—I have no time.' Once he was ill at home when Zhen Dexiu visited; beside the couch stood four large characters—'Wake up, cut it off'—showing how sternly he guarded solitude. He governed for the people's good; his famine work left Jiangdong grateful for years.
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He had three sons—Dake, Dangke, and Xiankhe. Xiankhe succeeded Li Xinchuan.
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