Chapter five hundred and thirteenth civil and military six arts
"Budang, how can we send this guy to Shandong? This is the place where the emperor is. He has a house arranged by the court, carriages for him to go in and out, and some additional price subsidies every month. Not to mention so many schools.
You can choose at will, there are also medical clinics, and all kinds of overseas rare treasures. Where can I find them in Shandong? That Mao Gui is a thief, and there has just been a war, and there are unruly people and robbers everywhere."
Cui Liang, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, complained desperately to Qian Yongren, "Xiaoguan has heard that all the people in Shandong Province are living bandits who came down from Liangshan Mountain, so they are not easy to mess with!"
Although Water Margin was not finally written into a book, many scenes have been widely circulated and even very common on the stage. When Cui Liang thought of those Liangshan heroes who killed without batting an eye, his hair stood up and he shuddered.
"How about living bandits? Even if you are really a Liangshan hero, you should open your eyes!" Qian Yongren didn't want to hear it anymore, "You should immediately send an order and tell them all to follow me to see you. Tell them one more thing,
Anyone who dares to act careless in front of His Majesty will not only lose his head, but also whether the skin on his body can be saved is hard to say!"
Cui Liang was so frightened that he was trembling all over and filled with fear, needless to say.
But it’s also really helpless.
In this way, a total of two hundred officials and scholars were brought to Fengtian Hall.
Qian Yongren knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I have selected two hundred capable officials and scholars according to the decree. They can immediately leave for Qufu to assist Prime Minister Zhang in establishing Fudan School."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly and said, "Qian Yongren, please get up."
After receiving the emperor's order, Qian Yongren stood with his hands down, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Whether you are dead or alive depends on whether you can get through this level?
Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment and actually smiled and said: "I asked you to prepare 200 people. We also decree that we will also prepare 200 people and let them come in too!"
Qian Yongren is unclear, so another two hundred people came?
Where did you find it? Why didn't you hear about it beforehand?
Which scholar is so unlucky?
Qian Yongren couldn't figure it out for a while, but soon he was dumbfounded, because the group of people who came according to the order were not teachers, but a group of brave warriors.
Even if they weren't wearing armor or jackets, they could still tell that the murderous aura on their bodies was not fake, and neither were their arms like Mulengzi's.
Look, several people have scars on their faces, and they look like little devils from hell when they smile.
What on earth do you want to do with such a group of people?
Could it be that he is supervising everyone and is afraid that the big guys will run away?
Qian Yongren thought about it and couldn't find the answer for a while, leaving only fear in his heart.
Looking at the selected unlucky ones and the warriors here, they were all horrified and their faces turned green. What's going on?
What do these things do?
Seeing this group of people in panic, Zhu Yuanzhang's heart felt like it was blooming.
One word: happy!
It is obviously a school that benefits the country and the people. It is a decree, and we should rush to do things first. However, it has been delayed by these grandsons until now. How many things have been delayed!
There was a lot of fire in Lao Zhu's heart. If he didn't vent it out, Zhu Yuanzhang would go crazy.
Fortunately, Zhang Ximeng came up with an excellent idea, which not only defused Lao Zhu's anger, but also solved the school's problems to a certain extent, allowing Lao Zhu to experience double happiness.
Because of this, Zhu Yuanzhang did not ignore them and killed them one by one.
But he couldn't see the arrogance and pretentiousness of these people, so he specially prepared a yoke for them.
It is these meritorious soldiers in the army!
"Perhaps you don't know why we went to Shandong to set up a school and have these soldiers in the army." Lao Zhu said with a smile: "We have thought carefully about what a school should teach! Poems, songs, moral articles.
? It seems that it is not comprehensive. We remember that Confucius advocated the Six Arts back then. Is this the saying? In other words, a true Confucian scholar must be able to be good at literature and martial arts, riding horses and archery, writing articles, and doing arithmetic, and be proficient in everything.
That’s it.”
"Qian Yongren, are we right?"
Qian Yongren's heart was pounding and his face was pale. He already felt something was wrong. I brought you the man, why do you still have to do all the work?
Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I can't bear this small body!
Qian Yongren was filled with bitterness, but he still nodded, "What your Majesty said is absolutely true. It's just that it's not that easy to be both civil and military. I thought..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lao Zhu waved his hand.
"We also know that it is not easy to have both civil and military skills, so why don't we find a way! From now on, Fudan Academy will have two sets of masters, civil and military, to teach them together. You all will get to know each other, and we will be together from now on.
, to educate talents for the country.”
ah!
Despite the risk of losing his dignity before you, many people still exclaimed.
What's the meaning?
Let us teach students together with these vulgar warriors, what will they know?
no!
Absolutely not!
Almost everyone's eyes are on Qian Yongren, you are the Minister of Rites, what the hell do you say!
It's a pity that Qian Yongren lowered his head, as if he was dead. He has made preparations. Your Majesty, just come as you please, I can bear it!
Zhu Yuanzhang saw the anger of this group of literati, but he didn't care at all, and just selected military men at random.
"Let me ask you, can you shoot archery?"
"Yes! I also shot seven Tatars to death." The warrior replied proudly.
Lao Zhu nodded happily, "Okay, so you have killed Yuan soldiers and made great contributions. You are the hero of our Ming Dynasty today!"
After receiving the emperor's approval, the warrior became even more delighted and straightened his back unconsciously.
"Let me ask you again, if you are asked to teach students, what can you teach?"
"If you tell your majesty, I can teach them archery, boxing, and horse riding. I can also tell them to kill the enemy and serve the country and be loyal to the Ming Dynasty. I must also be an upright official and worthy of your majesty!"
"good!"
Lao Zhu clapped his hands and laughed. In fact, he did think about the issue of education in a complicated way.
Not everyone in the best school in the world may have top talents.
In fact, in most cases, it is the teacher who leads you in, and you practice on your own.
These warriors can teach them how to ride horses and archery, and can also tell them about military affairs. By the way, they can also have a correct outlook on life and encourage them to be loyal ministers and upright officials... If they are not worthy of being a teacher, who else can?
Do we want people to teach students that there is a golden house in the book and a beautiful face like jade in the book?
Speaking of which, Zhang Ximeng really helped him a lot. Just by letting the soldiers read and understand the truth, the benefits were endless.
This group of warriors who have experienced military training are loyal, brave, and obedient to orders.
Compared with them, those Confucian scholars really have nothing more to show off except knowing a little acid poetry and reading a few more articles.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at those scholars again, with smiles on their faces.
"You have also heard that the Six Arts of a Gentleman are advocated by Confucius. When three people walk, there must be a teacher. This is also what Confucius said. Let them walk with you. You are teachers and students of each other. You consult each other to sharpen your knowledge and temper your character.
, teach students well together.”
Qian Yongren remained silent. He had made up his mind to act like a dead dog today. Even if his own mother died, he would not say another word.
Tired, destroy it!
Whatever you do, I don't mind.
It's just that Qian Yongren didn't say anything, and some of the scholars present couldn't bear it anymore.
From the crowd, an old Confucian walked out tremblingly.
He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Your Majesty, if a martial artist has no virtue, how can he educate talents for the country? If a martial artist is invited to be a teacher in a school, where is the politeness? Where is the logic?"
Finally someone fired, and everyone's eyes fell on him.
Zhu Yuanzhang was in a good mood. He was happier than anything else to see these things deflated.
"You said that warriors have no virtue? Then what is virtue? For the sake of the Ming Dynasty, life and death, to expel the barbarians, spilling blood on the battlefield, risking one's life, this is called immorality? What is virtue? This virtuous man in front of me,
What have you done for Ming Dynasty? Have you contributed to our country?"
Zhu Yuanzhang did not directly kill people, but talked to this man about the truth. As expected, he learned from Zhang Ximeng. His logic is rigorous, his words are sharp, and he gets to the point. He can score at least ninety-five points.
The Confucian scholar opposite was actually dumbfounded for a moment. He did not expect that Lao Zhu would actually say this... After being stunned for a moment, he continued: "I have been on the battlefield and were cruel and cruel. If I let them get involved in teaching, wouldn't it be the result of teaching?"
A bunch of lunatics without a king or a father?"
"Be bold!"
Zhu Yuanzhang sternly rebuked, "Since the founding of the Zhao Song Dynasty, they have valued literature over martial arts and despised military men, which led to the humiliation of Jingkang and the defeat of Yashan. In the Central Plains, martial arts have been cut off, and literature is weak and incompetent. This is exactly the portrayal of the literati of Zhao Song!"
"My Ming Dynasty is different from the previous dynasties. It is to return to the style of martial arts and teach students with warriors. It is natural!"
The Confucian scholar in front of him was greatly surprised. He fell to the ground and cried loudly. He kowtowed vigorously and said: "Your Majesty, the warriors are unruly. Using them will only lead to the destruction of the country! Your Majesty, you have learned from this!"
"Absurd, absurd!" Zhu Yuanzhang sternly rebuked, "The warriors are unruly, and you are not just malicious and selfish! If something is good for you, you will talk about it in a garish way to confuse the king. If it is not good for you, you will make all kinds of sophistry.
Confusing black and white!”
Zhu Yuanzhang sneered and said: "We not only need to reuse military personnel, but also let them shoulder the burden of education. It is said that virtue comes first, and in future school evaluations, Dr. Wu will be the first. All military personnel should not only teach students, but also keep an eye on this
Help people, if they dare to talk nonsense and confuse students, report them immediately, we will never tolerate them!"
Now it's better, the warrior can not only teach students, but also manage the school.
The warriors knelt down together, stood up and shouted long live.
The literati group, on the other hand, is in a miserable state, like mourning a heir... But how can they dare to rush out and say anything? They can only lament in their hearts that without the gentleness, the dignified scholars have become the slaves of the warrior!
Everyone still focused their attention on the Confucian scholar on the ground, hoping that this man who was not afraid of death could argue with his reasoning and show off the bones of our literati.
But suddenly everyone felt something was wrong. When they looked forward, they saw that this guy was so angry and filled with grief and fear that blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He looked like he was dying.
Call the doctor quickly!
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him and said, "How can you teach students well with such a big heart? It doesn't matter if you don't save him! Qian Yongren is missing one person, you can make up for it!"