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The Mansion of the General of the Han Dynasty.
Where there are people, there will be troubles, and where there are things, there will be troubles.
In order to solve such trouble, some people try to reason, some use violence, and some even start wars.
"The question you asked..." Fei Qian said to Fei Zhen with a smile, "Taixi is still powerful or we are powerful, just like asking, "The sword is powerful, the gun is powerful, or the bow is powerful..."
Fei Zhen blinked, "My father, to put it this way, the so-called Taixi learning... is just swords, guns, bows and arrows?"
The mansion of the Great Han Cavalry General in the late night was swaying between the stars and the candlelight.
"Here, look!" Fei Qian pointed to the curtain blown by the wind, "The wind came from afar... Are you willing to come here or not?"
Fei Zhen's brows became tighter and tighter. She looked at Fei Qian and endured the urge to lift the table.
Outside the hall, the servants and servants had already ordered them to retreat, and the surrounding area was quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind whistling past the eaves of the roofs.
"My father, I don't quite understand." Fei Zhen honestly admitted defeat.
Facing Fei Zhen, Fei Qian did not choose to say anything like waiting for you to grow up, but instead mobilized his interest as much as possible and let him think on his own and find the answer.
"Do you think the emperor is really the son of heaven?" Fei Qian slowly said a topic that seemed extremely "abusive".
"No!" Fei Zhen also answered neatly, "If he were the real son of heaven, there would be no such things in the world now!"
『Haha... Then the second question," Fei Qian raised his second finger, 『Since it is not, why do so many people believe it?"
『Of course...』 Fei Zhen said it and suddenly glared, 『My father, what do you mean is...will it be a fool, uh, no, it's a cheat... well, that's what...』
"Whether it's a cheat or something...that's another question. You have to figure out why they did this?" Fei Qian did not directly answer Fei Zhen's responsive question, but continued to ask, "This is not a matter of one or two days, so why do generations of them do this?"
Looking at Fei Zhen's wrinkled face, Fei Qian raised his third finger, "The third question is why I want to introduce Taixi School..."
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The famous food building Zuixianlou in Xicheng, Chang'an.
Behind, next to the corner, there is an inconspicuous soup cake shop.
Rich people choose Zuixianlou, but many people choose here.
Perhaps just like the most famous person for ordinary people in later generations is not a certain person or a certain person, but a large hotel in a certain county.
Deep in the soup cake shop, there were two people sitting on the seat. The short and fat middle-aged man kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. It seemed that he was a little stuffy because the shop was not ventilated, or some other reason, which made him unable to help but reveal some accents from other places.
"Are you a merchant? You are not the only one who travels in this weather. You always have to do what you should do. What's the problem with helping you do it? It's just passing messages. Are there any physical things? What are you afraid of?" The scribe sitting opposite the short and fat man said dissatisfiedly, staring at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes.
"How many times have you caught outside these times? Are you still looking for me?" The middle-aged man kept wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead. "There is the name of Wensi in Chang'an, and it is said that he can cure night crying! You asked me to pass the message. If you are discovered by the time, you may not die, but you are listed as an unpopular person, how can I come back?"
『It is very important, it is better to pass it one day earlier than it is one day later.』 The scribe said, 『It is time to be loyal to the country, don't back down...you know the consequences...』
The short and fat man stared wide.
The scribe stared at each other without giving in at all.
『Okay…』 The short and fat man wiped his sweat again, 『What exactly is it?』
"The matter of Qinglong Temple..."
Before the scholar could finish his speech, the short and fat middle-aged man couldn't help but interrupt the scholar, "Qinglong Temple? Why didn't you find a student in Qinglong Temple? Isn't it clearer and more convenient?"
"No. It's even more abnormal to find a student." The scribe shook his head and said, "One of you arrived at Qinglong Temple and then rushed east. Could it be that something happened at home? And... I heard that there will be a big exam at the end of the year... Winter, spring, summer, and three consecutive seasons, who can't leave?"
"No... am I willing to bear it?" the middle-aged man muttered.
"You are a businessman, shouldn't it be like this?" said the scribe, "You have a true and reliable identity... Now only a true identity will not arouse suspicion... Don't worry, just pass the message. As long as you remember everything and pass it back, there will be no danger..."
Seeing that the middle-aged man was a little moved, the scribe added, "Although the Wensi was cruel, it was not unreasonable. They would not arrest or want for no reason... As long as you are not stupid..."
The middle-aged man pulled the corners of his mouth and thought to himself, what if? What should I do?
"No problem, right?" The scribe looked at the middle-aged man and said, "If there is no problem, just listen carefully and do it... If there is anything uneasy in Chang'an City, tell me and I will do it."
The middle-aged man stammered, "You know I have a shop in Maoling..."
The scribe gently patted the table, showing a very heroic appearance and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you! A piece of tiles is indispensable when you come back!"
『Haha…』 The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, 『Mainly, he bought a new lover…I will leave, if I don’t keep my wife’s words… Please…』
"Stay her?"
"No, I sold her..."
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In a darker corner.
The rustling sound was even more slight and obscene.
"Taisie..."
"If this is spread to Shandong, it may cause another shock..."
"Isn't it? By the way, the cavalry is doing this, and he really wants to destroy the classical scriptures..."
『…Hey, what should I do?』
"I have some ideas... I just don't know...
"Stop worrying about those things, now you're in a bad mood, everything is good, everything is good! Tell me quickly..."
"Then I'm really saying... Didn't this cavalry say that there are scholars in Thailand? We might as well follow the flow and say that the cavalry is ready to completely reject the Chinese people, and ask the Thais to write about the Thais and the Thais to replace the Chinese studies, and the people..."
『…When did the cavalry say it?
"Tsk, didn't I say this... Why don't you understand?"
"Oh...you keep going, keep going..."
"We just say that the cavalry has selfish intentions, and they don't want loyalty and righteousness, they just seek benefits, and no longer plan for China's long-term plan, just to promote the study of Taixi..."
"It's amazing...but, if you say that, what if you are Wen Si..."
"Hey, what are you afraid of? We don't just say that the cavalry is not right, so we will follow and say that Taixi is good, how can Wenshi do us? Didn't it mean that Taixi is also famous? Then we say that Taixi is strong, Taixi has been excellent since ancient times, and everything is wonderful... In this way, some people will inevitably be disgusted, right? When they go to make trouble, we just need to push it gently..."
"Oh hahahaha, great brothers, great talent!"
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Not all places in the desert are desolate.
Before the fierce winter wind arrived, most of the ground was covered with felt-like grass, but the snow was now covered with some solemn smell.
The sound of horse hooves roared, stirring the white snow into scattering. Accompanied by sharp screams and heavy breathing, more and more war horses appeared on the hills and then roared down.
These are the Dingling cavalry who moved westward, escorting the tribe to move westward.
The cavalry of more than a thousand Dingling people waved their scimitars and shouted strange sounds, instantly surrounding a small tribe that was sheltering from the wind and snow.
The tent was cut open, the leather robe was cut open, the pile of forage bags was cut open, and the treasured tea and salt bags were cut open...
Blood was everywhere, and the smell of blood was scattered.
The people in the small tribe fell down and died one after another. Their bodies fell heavily on the ground and fell into a pool of blood.
The child is crying and the woman is screaming.
Dingling people were laughing wildly.
The cavalry of the Dingling people shouted excitedly, and after killing all the men in the small tribe, they began to throw the women and children into the cart like they were throwing fodder bags, and moved all the food and goods they could find to the horse's butt or resisted the baggage cart, and then shouted and went westward.
Only a mess left.
Kill them all, grab them all, and burn them all.
It was like a hungry dog ​​jumping onto a banquet, not only eating, but also packing it, and then pulling a piece of shit on the table. No one from behind could get any good results...
This is Ding Ling, this is the survival rule of the Hu people in the desert.
In winter, there is only so much food. If you eat it, I will be hungry. What should I do?
The Dingling people who lost the royal court migrated all the way and could not bring enough food and food at all, so they could only grab them, and they would grab whatever they encountered. The disaster brought to the tribes along the way was a catastrophe.
As for whether these small tribes along the way should bear these tragic experiences, whether they should worship everything, and then die silently, these issues are not the problems that Dingling people consider.
Because these Dingling people are only thinking about the present.
The future is far away from them.
Death is very close to them.
It is not that they are not afraid of death, but that after passing the fear of death onto others, they can alleviate their worries and fear of the future...
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The mansion of the Great Han Cavalry General was shrouded in the deep night.
Fei Qian looked at Fei Zhen who was thinking hard with his head in his arms, and then moved his eyes to the distance.
Logically speaking, it is indeed a bit difficult for Fei Zhen to consider so many complex issues.
But it doesn't mean you can stop doing it.
Fei Zhen must learn to think independently. Even if he has suggestions and assistance from others, thinking independently and drawing conclusions is still a very important ability. The sooner he masters it, the better.
As for the correctness of the conclusion, it is not important in the early stage, but to know how to do it.
Fei Qian glanced at Fei Zhen and still said, "Don't think about it too complicated... The more complicated the problem is, the more simplified it... Whatever you think is, say what you first, otherwise how can you know whether you are thinking right or wrong?"
『Complex...simple...』 Fei Zhen repeated a few times, "Learning? Not right...is it a scripture?"
Fei Qian nodded, "Look, isn't this simple? Where are the emperors, monarchs and ministers, even the people in the world, the land of the world, etc. written? Where are they written? Where are they from? The scriptures! They have learned the same scriptures from generation to generation, and they have regarded them as classics from generation to generation, so naturally they are passed down from generation to generation... So, who wrote this scripture? Confucius and Mencius and others. So why can Confucius and Mencius write, and why are the books of other philosophers rarely retained? Are they the other philosophers illiterate, or do not write books?"
"This... shouldn't be..." Fei Zhen replied.
『So, what's the reason?" Fei Qian asked, 『Think about the questions I asked before, and connect them... Don't stop after thinking of an answer, continue pushing down... Don't just focus on the surface when looking at the questions, and try to find the kernel as much as possible...』
Fei Zhen's little face wrinkled again.
After another moment, Fei Zhen suddenly clapped her hands, "I thought that the scriptures are for inheritance! Inheritance! Among the hundreds of schools of thought, only the teachings of Confucius and Mencius have been passed down!"
'Inheritance... is right, but it is not just Confucius and Mencius who passed down...' Fei Qian laughed and said, 'Didn't you discover it yourself? What are the six arts of gentlemen that can be considered to be what Kong Zhongni was originally good at? It's not those books, but
『…』 Fei Zhen couldn't answer.
"It's fusion..." Fei Qian said slowly, "If you merge what you are not good at, you will become what you are good at..."
Fei Zhen clapped her hands, "It's what Qinglong Temple said,!"
Removing the drought and retention of the essence is the language of later generations, but after Fei Qian spoke it out, Pang Shanmin quoted it and spread it, and there was no special cognitive impairment.
Ruth, weed, cyanine, refers to leeks, or cyanine.
Fei Qian nodded slowly, "This is the most fundamental...serious, for this, for the right explanation, for this, for the introduction of Taixi, and for this..."
In the world, only the four ancient civilizations of China were preserved in later generations. Although this is affected by many external factors in geographical contexts, the core issue is the inheritance of culture.
Confucianism is a very important part of the inheritance of Chinese culture.
The reason why Confucianism was able to defeat many competitors at the beginning and became the mainstream of inheritance of Chinese culture is not because Confucianism itself is so powerful, but because Confucianism was very weak at the beginning.
The Legalists rely on the power of the monarch and control punishment.
Although the Mo family did not rely on the power of the emperor, they met with an arrow through the clouds.
As for the famous masters, although there is only one broken mouth left in the weekdays, a tongue can make the Six Kingdoms obey at important moments...
When other scholars were highlighting, Confucius was wandering.
The other philosophers are officials, and those who are in power are in power, and Confucius is still in the countryside...
Confucius was in Lu State in his 20s and was only a free official who managed warehouses and cattle and sheep. Later, he was not valued. He was not appointed as the chief executive of the local government by Lu Ding Gong when he was almost 50 years old. He was promoted to Sikong three years later, equivalent to the Minister of Engineering and Construction of Lu State. In the fourth year, 51-year-old Confucius became the Grand Secretary of Lu State, equivalent to the Minister of Justice of Lu State, and served as the Minister of Justice of Lu.
This is the biggest official Confucius ever served in his life. Obviously, he is incomparable to the prime ministers of the Six Kingdoms.
Of course, many people are not of the same age as Confucius, and may not be comparable, but Confucius and Mencius can be connected together. They are both from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and they are not a big deal for comparing each other.
So why are the other philosophers shining ahead and becoming dim, while only Confucius is becoming brighter and brighter, and then it influences China for thousands of years?
Because at the beginning, Confucius had nothing, but later Confucius "had everything".
Confucius not only became a "saint", but also had various "subtle and profound meanings", so that the subsequent dynasties stared at it, but they did not look up and slowly stopped moving forward...
"The emperor, there should be, but this is not from the sky, but from the world. If you put the cart before the horse and think you are the emperor, it is often difficult to become the real emperor..." Fei Qian touched Fei Zhen's head and said slowly, "If you really take the world as yourselves, then even if you are not the emperor in your reputation, you will be better than the emperor..."
"Whether weapons, scriptures, or even the entire China, and the Western Western Regions, should be tools in your hands... and should not become a kind of confinement..."
"Or, it becomes a burden that drags down your progress..."
"Just like this wind, once it stops, it will disappear and you cannot continue to whistle..."
Fei Zhen opened her eyes wide, looked at Fei Qian with a little thoughtful look, and then looked into the distance.
The north wind whistles.
There are always some people who refuse to look up, there are always some people who refuse to change, there are always some people who refuse to be humble, and there are always some people who refuse to tolerate, but it doesn’t matter. As long as there are some people who can sense the wind in the distance, explore the changes in the world, and are willing to seek knowledge, innovation, and change, then China will have a better tomorrow and a brighter brilliance!
In Chang'an City, there are far more than just Fei Qian and his son looking forward to dawn in the face of darkness...
There was a Huang's workshop facing the red iron block, and there was a loud bang.
Hammering the anvil and sparks splashed everywhere.
Only after thousands of tempering can one be tenacious.
There is a small courtyard in the library, with books spread out on the table, and candles flashing.
The pen fell on the paper and the ink was stained.
Only after tens of millions of writing can one obtain muscles and bones.
Unique Chang'an City.
Chapter completed!