It’s time for Mr. Academy to finish class at noon again.
However, Zhao Rong did not put down the book he had been reading all morning and went to greet his husband as usual.
He raised his head and glanced at the crowd that was starting to get restless and the figures that were beginning to appear vaguely inside the wooden door, then he looked down at the newly acquired book in his hand again, reading it with relish.
Although the squatting from sunrise to sunset these days was boring... a certain petite and petty flat-chested girl brought some fun, but most of the time was spent in boring waiting.
However, the bookstore near Linlu Academy brought many surprises to Zhao Rong.
He took time to go shopping in the morning.
Linlu Academy is indeed a place where the essence of culture from all over the continent is gathered together. There are more bookstores around it than wine shops and inns combined, and each one has a rich collection of books.
Zhao Rong found some of the rare wild books or banned books of the secular dynasty at the foot of the mountain.
This made Zhao Rong, who had read extensively, immediately overjoyed. It could temporarily satisfy his picky omnivorous taste, especially the kind that explores in the vast sea of books and randomly encounters surprising books.
The process made him want to stop.
What Zhao Rong was reading at this time was a miscellaneous book in the eyes of other Confucian scholars. It was about a Mohist ranger in the south of Yunmengzhou, one of the three small continents with Wangquezhou, who traveled to the Seven Kingdoms of Nanze.
The two schools of Confucianism and Mohism were both prominent schools of the day, and although their differences were not as great as those between the two schools and Taoism, the disputes were not small.
In short, the two schools of Confucianism and Mohism mainly tend to be in the world, to be active and promising, while Taoism, except for a few branches, mainly tend to be detached from the world, to be passive and inactive.
Therefore, both Confucianism and Mohism emphasize "do something", but their methods and policies are just different.
To put it more simply.
Confucianism talks about benevolence, Mohism talks about love.
Both actually advocate love, but Confucianism talks about differentiated love, while Mohism emphasizes undifferentiated and equal love.
Zhao Rong has always been interested in the Mohist family. Before leaving Dachu, he also bought some classics of Mohist saints on his way to the Imperial Academy to say goodbye to Mr. Fang. He also read some more books on his subsequent journeys, but those pure
Reading too many reasoning books can get boring.
Mohism’s Taoist doctrine of “universal love” and “non-aggression” will be memorized if you read too much, and you won’t have any great feelings. Your enthusiasm will soon subside and you will devote yourself to other schools of thought.
But now, Zhao Rong saw something more from this Mo Xia travel biography, which was sparse and common in the mountains, similar to landscape travel notes and romance stories, and his understanding of the Mo Dian he had read before became more profound.
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We can get a lot of insights into the differences or similarities between the behaviors of Confucian scholars and knight-errants from this travelogue.
When Zhao Rong was reading the story and was very excited, he couldn't bear to put down the book, so he didn't pay attention to the things around him. He didn't look forward to it with everyone this time. After all, after waiting for several days, nothing happened.
Speaking of which, there seem to be quite few Mohist rangers in Wangquezhou. I haven’t seen many of them when I was traveling in the mountains before. Well, I seemed to have met a bearded man when I got off the boat at Zangzhoupu a long time ago. He looked like a Mohist knight in white. I still remember it.
He gave me a bottle of expensive mountain wine as a gift.
Not long ago, when I was walking blindly in Duyoudong City holding Qingjun's hand, I seemed to pass by a Mohist mansion, and I saw a lot of white-clothed Mohists coming in and out.
Occasionally, some thoughts flashed through Zhao Rong's mind, but they were immediately forgotten and he continued to read the book with gusto. From time to time, he was worried about the Mo Xia who had no surname but a single name in the book.
Come on, the princess of the subjugated country who was saved by your hero has already taken such initiative, almost knocking you out, dragging you into the room, sitting on it, and moving on your own. You still stay here and worry about this and that. The one on the left is too embarrassed for the one on the right.
Sorry, if you take the initiative, you might be able to give birth to a litter of children and contribute to the Mo family's "universal love" cause. Forget it, come out and let me go...
At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was about to dive into a book with his head lowered, suddenly became quiet, but he didn't notice it.
The air is a little quiet.
Only the sound of a young Confucian scholar turning pages could be heard from time to time.
at some point.
Snapped!
Zhao Rong slammed the book shut, sighing and shaking his head.
That’s all “universal love” and “non-offensive”? But the latter one is right. It’s true that it’s not offensive but accepting...
Zhao Rong laughed teasingly and raised his head leisurely.
The next second.
His expression was startled.
Because Zhao Rong saw the eyes of all the scholars on the field turned to him at this time.
And there seems to be some kind of... envy and jealousy in his eyes?
Zhao Rong blinked and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the wooden door.
At this time, I saw an old man with a white beard in a long gown slowly walking down the stairs and walking in his direction. The scholars around him made way for the old man in a long gown, and looked at Zhao Rong with jealousy from time to time.
After Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, he quickly put down his things and stood up to greet him.
The old man in a long gown just asked the question in front of the couplet on the wooden door. The scholars below all looked at each other in confusion and did not answer. However, many scholars still vaguely glanced at the young Confucian scholar who was lowering his head to read.
After the old man in the long gown approached, he looked at Zhao Rong carefully and asked again: "Did you write the words on that couplet?"
Zhao Rong felt relieved, it turned out to be this, but it finally came...
He looked solemn and said in a serious tone, "It's just Xiaosheng."
Hearing this, the old man in a long gown reached out and touched his beard. His eyes were intense, and he looked up and down at Zhao Rong. He nodded from time to time, and after a moment of silence, he was ready to speak.
But at this moment.
A blue figure suddenly got into the position between Zhao Rong and the old man in a long gown, separating them.
Zhao Rong took a closer look and saw that it was the girl in blue whose name she did not know. She was separating him from the old man in the long gown with her two little hands open.
Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart!
The old man in a long gown was stunned when he saw this, and said softly: "Jingzi? But your husband is looking for me?"
Jingzi snorted coldly at Zhao Rong, then turned her head and her expression changed again.
Her little face wrinkled, her mouth pursed, and she said to the old man in a long gown with an aggrieved tone: "Grandpa Gu, please don't be deceived by this scholar's innocent appearance! He is just a promiscuous scholar. He coaxed me before.
Help him deliver a letter to my husband. I thought he was here to ask for advice or calligraphy, but I didn’t expect that the letter was full of frivolous words! Fortunately, I read it in advance, otherwise it would definitely stain my husband’s eyes, so Grandpa Gu, you
But don’t believe what he says and admit him to the hospital.”
In fact, Jingzi originally wanted to truthfully say that Zhao Rong had molested her, but after thinking about it, she felt that the force was not enough, and it also made her a little girl a little shy, but it was different with her husband's name.
First, her husband often receives letters similar to love letters anyway, and everyone is used to it. Second, compared with her husband who is frivolous in words, she is definitely the latter in Linlu Academy, which respects teachers and respects teachers.
More serious!
Huh, my dear, I just won't let you enter the academy. You are a nonsense talker with talent but no virtue. If you come in, you will only bring bad atmosphere to the academy... I didn't expect that there is something in your couplets that can actually arouse...
Grandpa Gu's desire to recruit disciples is just nothing. Hmm, how does it feel to miss such a great opportunity right before your eyes?
Jingzi's heart turned over and over again, but she still looked coquettishly and looked at Mr. Gu expectantly.
After Mr. Gu heard that Zhao Rong wrote a frivolous letter to Zhu Weirui, his face turned serious and he put down his hand stroking his beard. At this time, seeing Jingzi's aggrieved look, he even frowned and nodded lightly to her.
He said something, gave Zhao Rong one last look, then turned to leave.
Jingzi was out of sight of Mr. Gu and glanced at Zhao Rong with a stern expression.
Young man, are you going to fight with me?
Zhao Rong felt bad when he saw the girl in blue appearing. Now when he saw the girl in blue, who seemed to be named Jingzi, pouring a large basin of dirty water, he sighed slightly in his heart and did not make any excuses.
Zhao Rong looked at the expressions of the scholars around him. Even if he could find someone to testify that he and Jingzi had previous conflicts and it was all a frame-up, it would be difficult to prove that he did not write a love letter to Mr. Zhu.
After all, it is yellow mud stuck in the crotch, it is either that or that.
Zhao Rong looked at the back of Mr. Gu who was about to leave without asking any questions, and sighed again in his heart.
Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he ignored the triumphant eyes of the small-minded girl who held a grudge. He raised his head and shouted straight ahead: