After kicking Fang Jun twice, Wei Zheng finally restrained his anger.
This guy is really wicked!
How can you come up with such dirty words and disgusting people?
Feeling relieved, he picked another cucumber, washed it, and chewed it. In his heart, he felt that what Fang Jun said might not be an exaggeration. The shape of this yellow light... was really easy to use.
A cucumber was eaten up in a while, even the root was eaten cleanly. He never wastes edible food.
Then he pointed at the cucumbers on the shelf unceremoniously and said: "Pick thirty or fifty kilograms and send them back to my house."
Fang Jun gritted his teeth, wondering: "Well...you know, these cucumbers are used to save seeds. Only with many seeds can this delicious vegetable appear on the dining tables of Guanzhong people at this time next year." So...is ten pounds okay?"
Wei Zheng shook his head: "Since they are reserved for seeds, the two just now should not be eaten. Forget it, just pretend that I didn't say that."
Fang Jun quickly thanked him.
However, Wei Zheng turned around, stared at Fang Jun and said, "It's noon, why don't you see the servants setting out food?"
Fang Jun was speechless.
Didn't you just eat two cucumbers? Are you not full?
He had no choice but to tell his servants to prepare meals quickly.
Wei Zheng stopped talking to Fang Jun and wandered around the greenhouse with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at this and that with great interest.
Fang Jun stayed behind, explaining something from time to time.
The servant came to say that lunch was ready. Fang Jun asked Wei Zheng to go to the front room to have dinner. Wei Zheng shook his head and pointed to a well platform made of bluestone under the cucumber stand in the greenhouse: "Just use it here." Dining bar, the environment is nice and you don’t have to pay attention to so many rules.”
Fang Jun had no choice but to ask his servants to bring the food.
The four dishes and one soup were full of color, flavor and flavor. There was no delicacy, but it was more exquisite. Wei Zheng was very satisfied. He sat down with a big horse and a golden knife. He picked up the chopsticks and asked the servant to fill the rice. He just sat under the cucumber stand and ate.
Fang Jun accompanied me to the meal and said a little apologetically: "We don't need to go to the city here, it's a little more convenient. I hope you can understand me."
If any family could invite Wei Zheng to have a meal, even a family like the Changsun family would have to treat it grandly. At least a large table of delicacies from all over the world would be arranged, and the elders of the family would also have to accompany the meal.
Whose house has Wei Zheng, a smelly and tough official like, ever eaten at?
What's better now is to pick a few side dishes from the greenhouse, put them in the iron pot, stir-fry a few times, and then bring them to the table...
Wei Zheng shook his head, ate the food with a big mouthful, and said vaguely: "It's very good, and my family can't compare to such richness. Besides, this cooking method originated from your Fang family. Looking at Guanzhong, your family's cooking is the most authentic." "
Fang Jun knew that Wei Zheng was not being modest. His family was really poor. It was not that he was so poor that he couldn't afford meat like Hai Rui, but compared to most officials of this era, they lived in poverty.
This man is a fool, and all his money comes from his salary.
There is a saying in later generations that an official who relies on salary to live is simply the most failed official...
But Fang Jun looked at Wei Zheng in front of him and felt that this sentence was really ironic.
If every official relied on his salary to live, the common people would be the happiest...
Wei Zheng ate very quickly and didn't talk much. He ate the two plates of food in front of him. He even poured the soup into the rice bowl and mixed it. He ate it all.
Putting down his rice bowl, he burped, holding the freshly brewed hot tea handed over by the servant on the side, with a satisfied look on his face: "I will send the cook at home to your house later, and let your cook help train you. This time Only when the true taste emerges from the lightness can one be considered the best cook."
Fang Jun naturally had no objection at all.
While drinking hot tea, Wei Zheng asked: "What did you mean by the advantages of the Han people just now?"
Fang Jun also picked up a cup of tea and pointed at his head: "How to use your strengths and avoid weaknesses to subvert the barbarians at a very small cost is what you central bosses should think about. Don't always fight and kill, use us more." The wisdom and wisdom left by our ancestors can make a huge difference. Even if we are serious about face-to-face battles, we should make more use of weapons with huge advantages such as firearms. You big guys must keep pace with the times. Today's Tang Dynasty is changing with each passing day. How can you still defend it? Are you still clinging to the same old ways?"
Regarding Fang Jun's remarks, Wei Zheng sneered: "You are as old as a cat, but you still dare to talk about the central government's strategy? You are simply overestimating your capabilities!"
Fang Jun was not angry: "What's wrong with being so young? Gan Luo is the prime minister in his twelfth year. We are much older than Gan Luo. Why can't we talk about the center?"
Wei Zheng had a look of contempt on his face: "So you are saying that you are a leader in learning. Gan Luo was indeed granted the title of Shangqing because of his mission to the State of Zhao. However, this Shangqing was just a title. It was famous but not powerful. During the Warring States Period, prime ministers must have Shangqing. The status of a minister, but definitely not every minister has the power of a prime minister. Gan Luo was famous for a while, but after he was granted the title of minister, there are no historical records, which shows that his background is shallow and gradually lost to everyone."
Fang Jun opened his mouth, speechless.
He only knew that countless people throughout the ages have used "Gan Luo's Twelve Prime Ministers" to encourage underachievers, but he never knew that after Gan Luo worshiped as prime minister, he disappeared from everyone, and there is no record in ancient history...
Compared to Wei Zheng's erudition, Fang Jun, a time traveler, is almost as illiterate.
Wei Zheng was sitting on the platform of the well, sipping tea, with a cucumber stand above his head, very relaxed.
"I heard that you teach children how to farm in the school?"
"That's right. Is there a problem?"
"More than just a problem? It's a big problem! Where is the school? It is a place where you can read the Four Books and Five Classics and understand the meaning of the words. How can you teach students such vulgar knowledge as farming?" Wei Zheng blew his beard and stared, very dissatisfied.
Fang Junqi asked: "How did farming become a vulgar knowledge? Furthermore, a certain person always believed that school is a place where knowledge is taught. The Four Books and Five Classics are knowledge, the subtle words and great ideas are knowledge, the art of war and strategies are knowledge, and the chess, calligraphy and painting are knowledge. , even playing and singing silk and bamboo is knowledge, isn’t farming knowledge?”
Wei Zheng said angrily: "When did I say that farming is not knowledge? It's just a simple skill like farming, why should it be taught in the school? Adhering to the seasons, spring planting and autumn harvest, that's all. The rest is just relying on the weather and the good weather. The grain is plentiful, but natural disasters such as drought and floods mean the harvest is poor. What is there to teach you?"
Fang Jun knew for the first time that farming was such a simple thing...
He asked in surprise: "Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, that's all? Haha, I would like to ask Duke Zheng for advice, why is the output of wheat or rice in this farm more than 30% higher than that of other fields?"
Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Fang Jun was engaged in raising seedlings, and it was precisely because of this that he greatly increased grain production.
But is this considered knowledge?
In his eyes, knowledge can only be found in the books of saints. The rest, whether farming or smelting iron, are just small paths. How can such a sacred place as a school be used to teach these small paths?
Wei Zheng said angrily: "Even if everyone in the world can learn to farm, so what? Even if there is too much food to eat and no one in the world starves to death, I will be happy, but compared with the way of a saint, the way of governing a country is What’s the point of learning?”
There's no way to reason with this stubborn old man...
Fang Jun changed the topic and said: "There are more than fifty students in the Fang family's school. Among these people, only a very small part show talent for reading. In the future, they can enter the imperial examination and become officials. Then the others What should people do? There is no opportunity to be an official, and even teachers are not qualified. It is more useful for them to learn how to farm well. Canglin knows etiquette. Only when all industries in the world are prosperous can more and more people come in. Learn the ways of saints in school, and talk about great things. If all the scholars in the world become scholars who only focus on studying Confucius and Mencius, that will be the tragedy of the empire!"
Everything is inferior, only reading is superior!
This is a good thing and has greatly improved the national literacy rate.
But what about the result?
The result is that in the eyes of the world, only the Tao of Confucius and Mencius, and only the Four Books and Five Classics, are not popular at all and are useless!
According to the development of Wei Zheng's thinking, sooner or later there will still be the absurd scene of "one Analects governing the world".
Confucius is an eternal sage. No one can refute this, and it cannot even be refuted.
The profound meaning of Confucianism has influenced this nation for thousands of years, and the essence of it has become the way of survival of this nation, which has been inherited and carried forward from generation to generation.
It can be said that the thoughts of Confucius and Saints are the soul of this nation!
But to apply Confucius Sheng's theory to everyone is a recipe for death...