Mrs. Yu Ming patted the child's head, her eyes full of love, and praised: "You have outstanding talent at a young age, and your heart is sincere. As time goes by, you will achieve extraordinary things. What a good boy. Not bad, not bad."
The child happily crossed his arms and saluted: "Thank you grandpa for the compliment."
Yu Ming burst out laughing, looked at Fang Jun who was laughing and silent beside him, and said sincerely: "Erlang always seems to be reckless, but in fact he has a lot of ambitions. This "Three Character Classic" alone has made a great contribution to educating all people.
, it is enough to be famous in history. It is said that the peach and plum are silent, and the trick is self-defeating, and this is right."
Peach and plum trees cannot talk and never advertise themselves, but peaches and plums actually bloom beautiful flowers and bear sweet fruits, and serve people silently, so there is no need to brag. Go to peach and plum trees.
People will come down frequently, and the wild land under the trees will naturally create a path, and people will naturally praise and sing their praises.
Strive to be practical in doing things and not make false claims, which is called "Tao Li does not speak", just like Fang Jun who quietly runs schools and compiles books quietly, but never flaunts the pragmatic spirit.
Fang Jun felt really proud and was about to speak when he heard a commotion in the yard.
"Old Tietou, is Erlang at your home?"
"Are you stupid? You still need to ask? I didn't see Erlang's horse tied at the door."
"Erlang, are you here?"
"Yesterday, someone hunted a deer deer in the mountains. He didn't want to eat it, so I brought it to you to try."
"My mother-in-law took advantage of the rain to pick a lot of mountain mushrooms, which are the most delicious. I brought them here to honor you."
"Erlang, how can Old Tietou know how to cook? Why not go to my house to eat? My mother-in-law is very good at preparing wild game!"
The old man who was cooking in the kitchen suddenly became furious. He walked out of the main room with a spatula in hand, stood at the door and shouted: "I have invited a noble man, why should you wait and make a noise? Erlang stayed to eat for the sake of the old man.
Wait for two of them to come forward and pry my corner, can you beat me?"
The man outside the door suddenly said: "Look at what you said, Erlang is the benefactor of everyone in our village, not just your own benefactor, right? When the benefactor comes, we naturally have to treat him well, with your old arms
What should I do if I treat my benefactor too slowly?"
The old man yelled: "Get out of here! Little bastard, your mother had a difficult time giving birth to you. If it weren't for my old arms and legs that carried Wen Po through the thirty miles of mountain roads, you bastard would have been there a long time ago.
Reincarnated! How could you not dislike my old arms and legs at that time?"
The man outside the door was speechless and could only say quietly: "You always said that it happened back then. A good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past... Alas, alas, don't fight, don't fight, you are Muramasa, you said so
Isn’t that enough?”
Fang Jun was sitting in the main room. When he heard these words, he quickly walked out of the door and saw a dozen farmers, old and young, crowding the door. Each of them was holding delicacies and game in their hands. Old Tietou was carrying a pot angrily.
He hit a man on the head with a shovel, stopped him quickly, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I don't deserve your kindness. I have nothing to do today, and I happened to meet Lao Tietou, so I came to his house to have a meal. If I have time in the future,
, how about going to your homes to make trouble?"
"Then Erlang, you have to accept these things from us. They are not worth much, but they are rare things."
Fang Jun then smiled and said: "We all know that I am a greedy person. How can I refuse such delicious food? Leave them all here and let Lao Tietou take care of them. Everyone, go home quickly. You will have to eat after eating."
When you go to work in the fields, don’t delay the cultivation.”
Only then did all the villagers put down what they were carrying and left one after another.
There was a pile of things piled at the door. The old man was cursing and was very unhappy with the villagers' behavior of "picking corners", but he quickly moved everything into the house with his little grandson helping him.
After a while, some clean-cut women and pretty girls from the neighbors came over. They first greeted Fang Jun, then got into the kitchen and drove Lao Tietou out and occupied the kitchen. Although Lao Tietou was in the city when he was young,
I have worked as a waiter in a restaurant, but after all, I am old, how can I serve my benefactor?
After drinking a pot of tea until it was tasteless, the food was finally served on the table.
There are no delicacies, but it is authentic farm food, full of flavor.
Fang Jun disliked the dimness of the hall and the crowds of chickens and ducks in the yard, so he placed the table under a big willow tree by the roadside by the door, found a stone as a stool, and sat down to devour the meal.
A large pot of stewed pheasant, oily deer meat, delicious mountain mushrooms, fried yellow chicken, home-brewed fruit wine, and yellow corn rice, Fang Jun had a huge appetite and wolfed it down.
Do you have half the demeanor of a child from an aristocratic family?
Yu Ming was much more elegant. He ate the food slowly, drank a drink with Lao Tietou from time to time, and once snatched a chicken leg from Fang Jun's chopsticks and stuffed it into the child's bowl.
The child said sweetly "Thank you, Grandpa" and looked up to see Fang Jun. He saw Fang Jun staring at the pheasant legs in his bowl, chewing the deer meat in his mouth and muttering, "What are you looking at? Don't eat it again."
I'll grab it for you." The frightened child quickly lowered his head and bit off a large piece of chicken leg meat with a "ouch" sound, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with oil...
After having enough food and wine, Fang Jun and Yu Ming sat under the willow tree each holding a big tea bowl to eat. Lao Tietou's son was starving to death in the fields, but he still didn't see his father bringing food. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he sent him away.
My wife comes back to take a look.
When the woman saw Fang Jun visiting her home, she was frightened to death. She wanted to go to the field to call her man back, but Fang Jun stopped her. Old Tietou put the leftovers in a basket and asked her to take it.
I went to eat in the fields and then left.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten so comfortably.”
Fang Jun squinted his eyes, took a sip of tea, looked at the entire farmland and the green and black hills not far away, and said happily.
"Children from aristocratic families are dandy by nature. Even if there are one or two who are promising, they have their own splendid clothes and fine food and pay attention to the style of the aristocratic family. But there are very few who are as approachable as Erlang."
Mr. Yu Ming sighed in praise.
Fang Jun curled his lips and said to himself that he was a farmer's boy in his previous life. Even if he becomes a son of a noble family in this life, it is okay to never tire of fine food and meticulous food. He pursues the quality of life, but he still can't learn the tricks of Zhong Ming Ding Shi...
"Erlang said before that he only cared about the construction process of the college. I think it is a process of cultivating talents from all walks of life, so I agree with it very much. But now that I think about it, I always feel that it is a bit superficial and I failed to truly understand Erlang's intention. I don't know
Can you help me clarify my doubts?"
He felt that Fang Jun's intention seemed to be more profound, but he couldn't guess it. It was like a stuck in his throat.
Fang Jun thought for a while and asked: "What is the most reasonable thing in the world?"
This issue has been discussed before, and Yu Ming frowned slightly, wondering what Fang Jun meant: "The best principle in the world is the way to balance."
There is heaven above, earth below, qi is divided into yin and yang, people are divided into male and female, there is left and there is right, there is good and there is evil, there is good and there is evil, this is the way of balance, everything in the world is like this.
If all things lose their balance, the heaven and earth will collapse and cease to exist forever.
"Then do you think that if the Confucian family dominates, is it a long-term solution?"
Mr. Yu Ming was stunned. The last time he talked about balance, he discussed how once the college was built, it would become a dominant family, threatening the imperial power and disrupting the balance of the government. Why did it suddenly turn to Confucianism?
However, according to the theory of balance, the situation where the Confucian family dominates does have hidden dangers.
"Dong Zhongshu deposed hundreds of schools of thought and only respected Confucianism, which indeed allowed the Han Dynasty to quickly unify its thinking and achieved the hegemony of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. However, as time went on, Confucianism became the dominant school, and the other hundreds of schools of thought were suppressed, leaving no one to contend with them.
Lost the way of heaven."
"Are you trying to make an enemy of Confucianism as a whole?"
Yu Ming's hair stood on end, and he looked at Fang Jun like he was looking at a madman.
Fang Jun was speechless, looking at Yu Mingshi as if he were looking at a fool: "Would I do such a terrible thing?"
Yu Ming thought for a moment and said, "It's very similar."
Fang Jun: "..."
Yu Ming thought for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you want to subtly support an existence that can compete with Confucianism?"
The dominance of the Confucian family has indeed lost the way of heaven. This will inevitably lead to internal fighting, corruption, and even the regression and extremes of doctrine and theory. If it is taken seriously, it will definitely cause great disaster!
Fang Jun wanted to pry open the old man's head and see what deviant things were inside... What's the difference between contending with the entire Confucian school and seeking death?
If nothing else, Fang Xuanling, as a Confucian disciple and a vested interest, would be the first to beat him to death...