Chapter 9: There is no distinction between education and discrimination
Taixue, Zheng Mansion. In the large hall of the hall, Zheng Xuan is sitting in front of the table, holding a pen and concentrating, with his eyes slightly closed. On the table, there is a pair of yellow and white bamboo paper that has just been spread out. There is no ink on it, and the spring breeze is blowing.
, it seemed that even the great man was intoxicated, and for a moment he didn’t know what words to write.
After a long pause, Zheng Xuan sighed lightly, put the wolf hair on the penholder again, and said to the disciples beside him: "As I get older, although I still have as many threads as when I was young, I have lost the indomitable spirit to move forward.
Spirit, when I was about to start writing, I felt the slightest hesitation. It is true that people are susceptible and time is hard to come by."
There were about a dozen disciples sitting in the hall, taking care of Zheng Xuan's daily life, and reciting scriptures in the hall when they had nothing to do. Seeing this, Tian Qiong handed over a basin of warm water for the teacher to wash his face and refresh himself, and then said softly: "The emperor is half a month old."
Later, I have to listen to the teacher and the doctors lecture. It is natural for the teacher to be more cautious."
Zheng Xuan waved his hand to refuse, then stroked his hair that was not completely white with one hand, and twirled the wolf hair again with the other hand, and smiled at the disciples present: "I am already a teacher at an age where my ears are obedient. The princes and emperors are nothing more than princes when they reach the Imperial Academy."
I'm just a student. I'll tell the teacher and I'll go home. The so-called etiquette of the university, although it is ordered to the emperor, has no north, so it respects the teacher. Why? It must be known that before the great road, regardless of whether the emperor or his ministers are high or low, if the emperor cannot understand this truth, he will
He would not have been promoted to emperor in the first place."
Most of the disciples did not agree with these words, but they did not dare to refute them. It is public opinion that today's people are absurd and unscrupulous, but they are also mean and ungrateful. Since the eunuchs have been re-employed, their subordinates are bleeding and the party has imprisoned them. It can be said that the world is the worst.
I am so heartbroken, probably only a great scholar like Zheng Xuan, who is famous all over the world, but is not in charge of the court and is not subject to suspicion, can behave like this.
Zheng Xuan saw the student's expression of concern and said with a carefree smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it. The university will be sincere and upright, cultivate one's family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. He said over and over again, that eye is nothing more than the word sincerity. I will teach you to respect the teacher."
, Respecting the teacher is the art of respecting the Tao, and the art lies behind the Tao."
All the disciples were silent, and the only son Zheng Yien answered calmly: "Since my father has seen what your brothers are thinking, it can be seen that the sincerity of the brothers is self-evident, so why bother to make fun of them?"
"You, you." Zheng Xuan shook his head and laughed, then touched his forehead and sighed. Zheng Yien was not only his only son, but also his proud disciple, so Zheng Xuan could be called doting on him. Zheng Xuan ignored those words just now.
, and said: "Human beings are only born as innocent children. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong. They don't know the honor and disgrace of male and female. It's okay to show sincerity. Yi En, are you saying that my disciples are still innocent?"
Seeing that his only son couldn't finish the next sentence, Zheng Xuan turned to his disciples and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you are innocent, the one who is in such trouble is your teacher." He dotted wolf hair on the clear water, Zheng Xuan lightly twisted the tip of the hair and put it on the inkstone again.
The stone was soaked with ink, and he sighed to the paper: "As a teacher, you cannot put ink on plain paper, just like teaching a child. After this stroke, no matter how dissatisfied the teacher feels afterwards, there is no way to repent.
If you can make mistakes without making mistakes, and do not let future generations call you a disciple who has misled others, then you will be satisfied as a teacher."
As soon as he finished speaking, disciple Zhao Shang said seriously: "Teacher is joking. The teacher is a great scholar in the Han Dynasty, and he is also a doctor. If the teacher consciously misleads his disciples, who can be called a master in the world?"
"Why am I like a dragon's head?" As soon as these words came out, all the disciples were shocked, and then returned to their previous state, silent. Only Cui Yan gathered his sleeves and answered carefully: "Master Zheng is like rain, and the dragon's head is like clouds. Rain
Moisturizes all things, beyond the reach of clouds."
Zheng Xuan looked at Cui Yan for a moment, and then looked back at the bamboo paper in front of him. An inexplicable emotion came into his heart, driving his men to wave their hairs. Zheng Xuan was fine if he didn't pick up the pen, but when he picked up the pen, he was out of control. The disciples saw the teacher swiping like ink.
The pen moved quickly, but after a while, it covered the entire piece of bamboo paper. After Zheng Xuan finished writing, he paused for a moment. The wrinkles on his face opened with a smile, showing a contented look. He waved to Cui Yan and said: "
Ji Gui, come here and take a look."
Cui Yan came forward to visit and saw a few words on the bamboo paper that were like mountains winding around, thick and vast, sparse and melancholy. He couldn't help but read while reading: "A spring comes from under the mountain, and a gentleman cultivates virtue through fruitful actions." He
He couldn't help but raise his head and said in surprise to his teacher: "Teacher, is this the Meng hexagram?"
Zheng Xuan smiled and nodded and said: "I heard that there was chaos in Bingzhou, and I felt uneasy. Last night I divined a hexagram for the dragon's head, and it turned out to be a Meng hexagram. How can you explain it?"
As the God of Classics in the Han Dynasty, Zheng Xuan was not only a master of Confucian classics, but also a master of prophecy. He was good at using plantain to tell fortunes, and the predictions came true in all likelihood. Plantain was also called Zheng Juncao. His disciples were already familiar with divination.
I'm not surprised, but I'm surprised that the teacher is so worried about Chen Chong. There is a big age difference between the two, and their friendship is evident from the fact that they are of the same generation. However, Zheng Xuan's divination has always been about personal life and death, except for national affairs. Now he is doing divination for Chen Chong.
, this is actually the first time.
Cui Yan replied: "There is a saying in the Meng hexagram: 'Using people to torture, using words to shackle people, is stingy in the past.' In response to Chen Jun's surrender at the beginning of the year, tens of thousands of Baibo bandit troops were wiped out overnight. And "彖" said:
'If there is danger at the bottom of the mountain, stop when it is dangerous.' It can be said that although there is a small danger in Chen Jun's random behavior, he will definitely be able to turn the danger into safety."
Zheng Xuan nodded and said: "What you said makes sense, but in my opinion, the emphasis of this hexagram is still 'The bandits ask Tongmeng, Tongmeng asks me'. Although this chaos is huge, the Hu people have always admired the power of Han
. I despise myself, and Ting Jian is the head of Xiping Dragon. Although he has no rivers and seas, he has nothing to fear when encountering mountain springs and monsters in the mountains. What I ask is, if Chen Junze is killed by barbarians, what will be the disaster? What will be the blessing?"<
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Gongsun Ping of Youzhou was the quickest to reply: "How to educate the barbarians? The disciples were born in Youyan, grew up in Wuhuan, and were with Xianbei. At that time, the court only said that Xianbei was respectful and could be a foreign vassal, but unexpectedly Tanshihuai unified Xianbei.
This is a huge problem for us, the Han people. If they are not of my race, their minds must be different, so how can we educate them?"
Zheng Xuan did not comment. He turned to look at the disciples and saw that Sun Yan seemed to want to speak, which made him doubly surprised. Sun Yan never said a word in the room, concentrating on his studies. When Zheng Xuan examined him, he almost never said a word.
There is no mistake. It should be noted that Zheng Xue takes the Modern Classics as its inner part and the Ancient Classics as its surface. The most important thing is textual research. Sun Yan is the most proficient in ancient books. Zheng Xuan often asks him to correct his articles when he writes them, and often asks him to correct them.
I was taught by my teacher when I was away, so my status is not low, but I didn’t expect that Sun Yan, who usually cherishes his words like gold, would also participate in the topic today.
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Sun Yan paused for a moment, then stepped forward and said to Gongsun Ping: "What Master Zheng said just now, 'The bandits ask me for help, and the children ask for me', can be said to be the way. The way is not distinguished by beauty, and the way is not divided by old and young.
The barbarians have a heart for the Tao, which is beyond the reach of human beings. If a child seeks me, but I am afraid and refuse him, then the Tao will disappear. A gentleman cultivates virtue through fruitful actions, but we reject others from the Tao, and virtue will be sterile.
What is a gentleman?"
Then Sun Yan said to Zheng Xuan: "Master Zheng, I have something I must say."
After Zheng Xuan agreed, Sun Yan continued: "Today, my second disciple, Liu Xuan and Liu Bao, bid me farewell and returned home."
The disciples were confused and didn't know how to evaluate it, but the next words immediately caused a big stir.
"These two people are both from the Xiongnu royal family, one is the son of Shanyu, and the other is the grandson of Shanyu. Because the Xiongnu royal family often married into Han families, they considered themselves nephews of the Han family, so the surname of Yi was Liu.
He studied in Hedong, and later entered the Imperial College under my tutelage. When I said goodbye today, my disciples only knew the identity of the two of them, and felt ashamed, so they told Master Zheng."
Not only many disciples of Zheng Xuan had heard of the names of Liu Xuan and Liu Bao, but some had also seen them with their own eyes, but they didn't expect them to be from the Xiongnu royal family. The other disciples talked about it, saying that the two sons were skilled in six arts, their bones were strange, and their words were elegant. Unexpectedly,
It was a place where the smell of mutton grew, but now that something happened in my hometown and I returned to the battlefield in the north, I feel even more courageous.
After Zheng Xuan asked clearly, he couldn't help but smile and call Sun Yan: "Uncle, without knowing it, there are two kings under your sect. Who are you going to collect weed? From the swamp or the wetland. Who are you going to use? It's a matter for the princes. I think it will take a hundred years."
Later, you will also leave your name in history."
Sun Yan replied neither humble nor arrogantly: "Master Zheng has said it before. Confucius said: 'There is no distinction between teachings.' Disciples dare not differentiate themselves from each other, let alone regard them as princes and nobles. Cultivating one's moral integrity and keeping one's family together are not kinship."
, is also a teacher. To guide him by a different path is not only to respect the Tao, but also to be a distant gentleman. The disciples are comforted by the fact that they can only be taught to cultivate the righteousness and pass on the Tao."
Zheng Xuan stared at it for a long time, and then sighed to the other disciples: "Uncle, he is as silent as jade, and his quality is still there, so he can pass on his teachings to me." He gently stroked his temples again and sighed: "The human heart is susceptible, and time is hard to come by.