Wherever there are people, there will be trouble, and where there are troubles, there will be trouble.
In order to solve such troubles, some people try to reason, some use violence, and some even launch wars.
"The question you asked..." Fei Qian said to Fei Zhen with a smile, "Taisi is better than us, it's like asking whether the knife is better, the gun, or the bow and arrow..."
Feizhen blinked and said, "Father, so the so-called Taixi learning... is just swords, guns, bows and arrows?"
In the middle of the night, the mansion of the Han Hussar General was swaying between stars and candlelight.
"Here, look!" Fei Qian pointed to the curtain blown by the wind, "There is a wind coming from afar... When you talk about this wind, are you willing to come here or not?"
Fei Zhen frowned more and more, looking at Fei Qian, resisting the urge to lift the table.
Outside the hall, the servants and servants had already been ordered to leave. The surrounding area was quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind whistling past the eaves of the roof.
"Father, I don't quite understand." Feizhen honestly gave in.
Facing Fei Zhen, Fei Qian did not choose to say anything like waiting for you to grow up, but tried his best to arouse his interest and let him think for himself to find the answer.
"Do you think the emperor is really the son of heaven?" Fei Qian slowly talked about a topic that seemed extremely "rebellious".
"No!" Feizhen answered simply and neatly, "If he were truly the Son of Heaven, there wouldn't be so many things happening in the world now!"
"Haha... Then the second question," Fei Qian raised his second finger, "If it's not true, why do so many people believe it?"
"Of course..." Feizhen said as usual, then suddenly glared, "Father, what do you mean... is it a lie, uh, no, a lie... um, what..."
"Whether it's a lie or something...that's another question. You first have to figure out why they do this?" Fei Qian did not directly answer Fei Zhen's rhetorical question, but continued to ask, "This is not something that happens in a day or two."
So why do they do this from generation to generation?"
Looking at Fei Zhen's increasingly wrinkled face, Fei Qian raised a third finger, "The third question is why I want to introduce the study of Taixi..."
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Zuixianlou, a famous restaurant in Xicheng, Chang'an.
In the back, next to the corner, there is a very inconspicuous soup cake shop.
Rich people choose Zuixianlou, but there are also many people who choose here.
Probably just like in later generations, for ordinary people, the most famous thing is not a certain hotel, nor a certain hotel, but a certain county hotel.
Deep in the soup cake shop, there were two people sitting on the seats. The short, fat, middle-aged man among them kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that it was not sure whether it was because of the lack of ventilation in the shop, which made it stuffy, or for some other reason.
, causing him to reveal some foreign accents.
"Are you a businessman? You are not the only one doing business in this weather. You always have to do what you need to do. What's the problem if you help me do it and pass on a few words? It's just a message. Is there anything in kind?
What are you afraid of?" The scribe sitting opposite the short and fat man said dissatisfiedly, staring at the middle-aged man sharply.
"How many arrests have been made outside during these hours? Are you still looking for me?" The middle-aged man kept wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, "There is a Wensi in Chang'an who is said to be able to cure night crying! You let me
Pass the word, if I'm discovered then, I might not die, but if I'm listed as persona non grata, how can I come back?"
"The matter is very important. It is better to pass it on one day earlier than one day later." The scribe said, "It's time to be loyal to the country. Don't back down...you know the consequences..."
The short, fat man's eyes widened.
The scribe stared at each other without giving in at all.
"Okay..." The short and fat man wiped his sweat again, "What are you talking about?"
"What happened at Qinglong Temple..."
Before the scribe could finish speaking, the short, fat middle-aged man couldn't help but interrupt the scribe, "Qinglong Temple? Why don't you find a student to deal with Qinglong Temple? Isn't it clearer and more convenient?"
"No. It would be more abnormal to find a student." The scribe shook his head and said, "One arrived at Qinglong Temple and then hurried eastward. 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,
Xia, after three consecutive exams, who is willing to leave?"
"No...am I willing to give it up?" the middle-aged man muttered.
"You are a businessman. Isn't that how a businessman should be?" The scribe said, "You have a true and reliable identity... Now only your true identity will not arouse suspicion... Don't worry, it's just a message, as long as you keep it.
I've memorized everything and sent it back, there's no danger..."
Seeing that the middle-aged man was a little moved, the scribe added, "Although the Youwen Division is cruel, it is not unreasonable. They will not arrest or arrest people for no reason... As long as you are not stupid..."
The middle-aged man twitched his lips, thinking, what if? What should I do?
"Is there no problem?" The scribe looked at the middle-aged man and said, "If there is no problem, just listen carefully and do well... If there is anything you are worried about in Chang'an City, just tell me and I will take care of it."
The middle-aged man hesitated and said, "You know I have a shop in Maoling..."
The scribe lightly patted the table and said with a particularly heroic Qianyun expression: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you! When you come back, every tile will be indispensable!"
"Haha..." The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, "It's mainly because I bought a new sweetheart... Now that I'm leaving, if I don't follow the rules of a woman... please..."
"Watch her?"
"No, sell her..."
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In the darker corners.
The rustling sounds were even tinier and more obscene.
"Tessie..."
"If this spreads to Shandong, I'm afraid it will cause another shock..."
"Isn't that right? By the way, Qiaoqi is doing this because he really wants to abolish Jin Wen Jing..."
"...Hey, what should we do?"
"I do have some ideas... I just don't know..."
"Don't worry about that, it's urgent now, everything is fine, everything is fine! Tell me quickly..."
"Then I really said it... didn't the Hussar say that there are scholars from the West? Let's just follow the trend and say that the Hussar is ready to completely veto the Chinese people, and wants the literature of the West and the people of the West to replace the Chinese learning.
people……"
"...When did Qiusi say that?"
"Tsk, didn't I say that...why don't you understand?"
"Oh...you continue, continue..."
"Let's just say that Hussar has selfish motives. He no longer wants to be loyal. He only seeks profit. He no longer plans for China's long-term plan. He just wants to promote Taixi learning..."
"Wonderful...but if you say this, what if you get caught by Yuwenji..."
"Hey, what are you afraid of? We don't directly say that Hussar is not good, we just say that Taixi is good, what can Wensi do to us? Didn't we say that Taixi also has famous people? Then we will say that Taixi is good, Taixi is good
It has always been excellent since ancient times. Everything in Europe and the West is wonderful... In this way, some people will definitely be disgusted, right? When they start to make trouble, we only need to give them a gentle push..."
"Oh hahahaha, wonderful, brothers are so talented, so talented!"
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Not all places in the desert are desolate.
Before the strong winter wind arrives, most of the ground is covered with felt-like green grass, but now it is covered with white snow, which gives it a somewhat chilling feel.
The sound of horses' hooves roared in, sending the white snow flying in all directions. Accompanied by sharp cries and heavy breathing, more and more war horses appeared on the hills, and then roared down.
This is the Dingling cavalry moving westward, escorting the tribe to move westward.
More than a thousand cavalrymen brandished scimitars and shouted strange sounds, instantly surrounding a small tribe that was taking shelter from the wind and snow.
The tent was cut open, the leather robes on the body were cut open, the stacked straw bales were chopped open, and the treasured tea leaves and salt bags were chopped open...
Blood overflowed and the smell of blood spread everywhere.
People in the small tribe fell down and died one after another. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground and fell into a pool of blood.
Children were howling and women were screaming.
Ding Lingren was laughing wildly.
The Ding Ling cavalry shouted excitedly, and after killing all the men in the small tribe, they began to throw the women and children into the car like straw bags, and carried all the food and goods they could find.
After landing on the horse's butt, or on the baggage train, they started shouting and heading west.
Only a mess was left.
Kill them all, rob them all, and set them all on fire.
It's like a hungry dog jumped onto the banquet, not only ate it, but also packed it, and left a pile of shit on the banquet, so that no one who came after could even get a bit of it...
This is Ding Ling, this is the survival law of the barbarians in the desert.
In winter, there is only so much food. If you eat it, I will be hungry. What should I do?
The Ding Ling people who lost the royal court migrated all the way and could not bring enough food and supplies, so they could only rob and rob whatever they encountered, which would bring disaster to the tribes along the way.
As for whether these small tribes along the way should bear these tragic experiences, whether they should offer everything and then die silently, these issues are not issues that the Dingling people consider.
Because these Ding Ling people only think about the present.
The future is far away from them.
Death is very close to them.
It's not that they are not afraid of death, but by transferring the fear of death to others, they can alleviate their worries and fears about the future...
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The mansion of the Han Hussar General was shrouded in the deep night.
Fei Qian looked at Fei Zhen, who was holding his head and thinking hard, and then moved his gaze to a distance.
Logically speaking, it is indeed difficult for Fei Zhen to consider so many complex issues.
But just because it’s difficult doesn’t mean you don’t have to do it.
Feizhen must learn to think independently. Even with the advice and assistance of others, thinking independently and drawing conclusions is still a very important ability for him. The sooner he masters it, the better.
As for whether the conclusion is correct or not, it is not important in the early stage, but knowing how to do it.
Fei Qian glanced at Fei Zhen and said something, "Don't think too complicated... The more complex the problem, the more it must be simplified... Whatever comes to mind, just say it first, otherwise how will you know what you are thinking?"
Is it right or wrong?』
"Complex...simple..." Feizhen repeated several times, "knowledge? No...it's scripture?"
Fei Qian nodded, "Look, isn't this simple? Where are the emperors, monarchs and ministers, and even the people of the world, the land of the world, etc., written down? Where do they come from? The scriptures! Generation after generation they have been students.
The same scriptures are regarded 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 it, while other scholars can
Why do so few books survive? Is it because other scholars are illiterate or do not write books?"
"This...should not be..." Feizhen replied.
"Then, what's the reason?" Fei Qian asked, "Think about the questions I asked before and connect them... Don't stop after you think of an answer, keep pushing forward... Never just look at the surface when looking at a problem.
, we must explore its core as much as possible...』
Feizhen's little face wrinkled again.
After another moment, Feizhen suddenly clapped her hands and said, "I thought of it, the scriptures are for inheritance! Inheritance! Among all the schools of thought, only the teachings of Confucius and Mencius have been passed down!"
"Inheritance... is correct, but it is not only Confucius and Mencius who have been passed down..." Fei Qian chuckled and said, "Didn't you realize it yourself? Among the six arts of the gentleman, which ones can be regarded as what Kong Zhongni was originally good at?"
Of? Not those books, but 』
"..." Feizhen couldn't answer.
"It's fusion..." Fei Qian said slowly, "If you fuse what you are not good at, it will become what you are good at..."
Feizhen clapped her hands, "That's what Qinglong Temple said!"
Eliminating the waste and preserving the essence itself is a language of later generations, but after it was spoken by Fei Qian, people in Pangshan quoted it and spread it, and there was no special cognitive barrier.
Weed, weed, Jing, refers to leek, or cyanide.
Fei Qian nodded slowly, "This is the most fundamental thing... The seriousness is for this, the correct solution is for this, and the introduction of Taixi is also for this..."
Of the four major ancient civilizations in the world, only China has survived in later generations. Although this is affected by many external factors in geography, the core issue is the inheritance of culture.
Confucianism is a very important part of the inheritance of Chinese culture.
Why was Confucianism able to defeat many competitors and become the mainstream of Chinese culture in the very beginning? It was not because Confucianism itself was so powerful, but because Confucianism was very weak at the beginning.
Legalism, relying on monarchy, controlled punishment.
Although the Mohists did not rely on the power of the monarch, with the sound of an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops came to meet them.
As for the famous political strategist, although he only has a broken mouth on weekdays, at important moments, one tongue can lick the six kingdoms obediently...
While other scholars were at their best, Confucius was wandering.
Other scholars were in office and in power, but Confucius was still in the countryside...
When Confucius was in the state of Lu in his 20s, he only worked as an idle official managing warehouses and cattle and sheep. Later, he was never reused. It was not until he was almost 50 years old that he was appointed by Lu Dinggong as a local administrator.
Sir, after three years he was promoted to Sikong, equivalent to the Minister of Engineering and Construction of the State of Lu. In the fourth year, the 51-year-old Confucius became the Chief Secretary of the State of Lu, equivalent to today's Minister of Justice, and acted as the Prime Minister of Lu.
This was the highest official position Confucius had ever held in his life. Obviously, it was incomparable to the prime ministers of the Six Kingdoms.
Of course, many people were not at the same time as Confucius, and perhaps there is no comparison. However, Confucius and Mencius can be linked together. They were both from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, so comparing each other is nothing.
So why are the other scholars brighter and darker, but only Confucius is brighter and brighter, and then affects China for thousands of years?
Because at the beginning, Confucius had nothing, but later Confucius "had" everything.
Not only did Confucius become a "sage", but he also had all kinds of "little words and great righteousness", so that the subsequent dynasties looked inside, but few looked up, and slowly, they stopped moving forward...
"There should be an emperor, but this is not from the sky, but from the world. If you put the cart before the horse and think that you are the emperor, you will never be the real emperor..." Fei Qian touched Fei Zhen's head and said slowly.
, "If you really regard the world as yours, then even if you are not named emperor, you will be better than the emperor..."
"Whether weapons, scriptures, or even the whole of China, as well as Taixi in the west of the Western Regions, should be tools in the hands... and should not become a kind of imprisonment..."
"Or, it may become a burden that hinders your progress..."
"Just like the wind, once it stops, it is gone and cannot continue to roar..."
Feizhen opened her eyes wide, looked at Fei Qian thoughtfully, and then looked into the distance.
The north wind howls.
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, there are always some people who refuse to tolerate, but it doesn't matter, as long as some people can feel the wind in the distance and can explore
If the world changes and we are willing to seek knowledge, innovation, and change, then China will have a better tomorrow and a brighter brilliance!
In Chang'an City, Fei Qian and his son are not the only two people facing the darkness and looking forward to the dawn...
There is Huang's workshop, facing the red iron block, making a loud noise.
The hammer dropped the anvil and sparks flew everywhere.
Only after thousands of tempers can one have perseverance.
There is a small courtyard in the library, with books spread out on the table and candlelight flickering.
The pen hits the paper, and the ink smudges.
Only after tens of thousands of writings can one gain strength and strength.
There is no other city in Chang'an.
If there is no room for error, then there will be peace day and night.
