Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 2544 Unique Chang'an City

  Han Hussar General Mansion.

  Where there are people, there is trouble, and where there is trouble, there is trouble.

  In order to solve such troubles, some people try to reason, some use violence, and some even start wars.

  『The question you asked...』 Fei Qian smiled and said to Fei Zhen, 『Taixi is better than us, it’s like asking whether knives are better, guns are better, or bows and arrows are better...』

  Fei Zhen blinked her eyes, "Father, so the so-called Taixi learning...is just swords, guns, bows and arrows?" 』

  In the middle of the night, the mansion of the Hussar General of the Han Dynasty swayed between starlight and candlelight.

  『Here, look! Fei Qian pointed to the curtain blown by the wind, "There is a wind coming from afar... When you talk about the wind, do you want to come here or not?" 』

   Fei Zhen frowned more and more, looking at Fei Qian, resisting the urge to lift the table.

  Outside the hall, those servants and servants had already ordered to retreat, and the surrounding area was quiet, except for the occasional sound of wind whizzing past the roof and eaves.

  『Father, I don’t quite understand. 』Fei Zhen honestly confessed.

  Facing Fei Zhen, Fei Qian did not choose to say something like waiting for you to grow up, but to arouse his interest as much as possible, and let him think on his own to find the answer.

  『Do you think the Son of Heaven is really the Son of Heaven? Fei Qian slowly talked about a topic that seemed extremely "rebellious".

"no! ’ Fei Zhen also answered bluntly, ‘If it’s really the Son of Heaven, there wouldn’t be so many troubles in the world now! 』

  『Hehe... Then the second question,』 Fei Qian raised his second finger, 『If not, why do so many people believe it? 』

  『Of course it is...』 Fei Zhen said nothing, then she suddenly stared, "Father, what do you mean... Is it a trick, uh, no, it's a lie... Uh, what..."

  『Whether it’s a lie or something...that’s another question, you have to figure out why they did it first? Fei Qian didn't directly answer Fei Zhen's rhetorical question, but continued to ask, "This is not a matter of a day or two, so why do they do this for generations?" 』

  Looking at Fei Zhen's wrinkled face, Fei Qian raised his third finger, "The third question is why I want to introduce Taixi learning..."

  …(σ｀д′)σ…

   Chang'an Xicheng famous restaurant Zuixianlou.

  Behind, on the corner, there is a very inconspicuous soup cake shop.

  Rich people choose Zuixianlou, but there are also many people who choose here.

  Probably just like in later generations, for ordinary people, the most well-known is not some Erdun or some Qilin, but a certain county hotel.

In the depths of the soup cake shop, there were two people sitting on the seats. Among them was a short, middle-aged man who kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that he didn't know whether it was because the shop was stuffy due to the lack of ventilation, or for some other reason. , so that he could not help revealing some foreign accents.

  『Are you a businessman? You are not the only one in business in this weather. You always have to do what you have to do. What’s the problem with helping to do it and passing a few words? It's just a message. Is there anything real? What are you afraid of? ”The scribe sitting opposite the short and fat man said dissatisfiedly, staring at the middle-aged man sharply.

  『How many times have you caught outside? Are you still looking for me? ”The middle-aged man kept wiping the beads of sweat rolling on his forehead, “Changan has the name of Wensi, who is said to be able to cure crying at night!” You asked me to spread the word that if I was discovered by then, I might not die, but if I was listed as someone who is not welcome, how could I come back? 』

  『Things are very important, it is better to pass them on one day sooner than later. "The scribe said, "It's time to be loyal to the country, don't back down...you know the consequences..."

  The short and fat man stared round.

  The scribe stared at each other without giving in at all.

  『Okay…』 The short and fat man wiped his sweat again,『What exactly are you talking about? 』

  『About Qinglong Temple...』

   Before the scribe finished speaking, the short, fat middle-aged man interrupted the scribe, "Qinglong Temple? Why didn't you find a student for the Qinglong Temple matter? Isn't it clearer and more convenient? 』

"No. Finding a student is even more abnormal. The scribe shook his head and said, "One arrived at Qinglong Temple and then hurried eastward. Could it be that something happened at home?" And... I heard that there will be a big exam at the end of the year...Winter, spring, summer, three seasons in a row, who is willing to leave? 』

  『No... Am I willing? ’ the middle-aged man muttered.

  『You are a businessman, isn’t that what a businessman should be like? "The scribe said, "You have a real and reliable identity... now only the real identity will not arouse suspicion... don't worry, it's just passing on the message, as long as you remember it well and send it back, there is no danger..."

  Seeing that the middle-aged man was a little moved, the scribe added, "Although You Wensi is cruel, he is not unreasonable. They will not arrest and want you for no reason...as long as you are not stupid..."

  The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking in his heart, what if? So what to do?

"is that OK? The scribe looked at the middle-aged man and said, "If there is no problem, just listen carefully and do it well... If there is anything worrying about in Chang'an City, just tell me and I will take care of it." 』

  The middle-aged man said hesitantly, "You know I have a shop in Maoling..."

  The scribe patted the table lightly, and said with an extraordinarily heroic air, "Don't worry, I'll show you!" When you come back, a piece of tile is indispensable! 』

  『Hehe...』The middle-aged man smiled a little embarrassedly, 『The main reason is that I bought a new girlfriend... I'm leaving, if I don't obey women...please...」

  『Look at her? 』

  『No, I sold her...』

  …(╯︵╰)…

  In the darker corners.

   The rustling sound was even weaker and more obscene.

  『Tessie…』

  『If this spreads to Shandong, it may cause another shock...』

  『Isn’t it? By the way, Hushi really wants to abolish the Jinwenjing by doing this...』

  『…Hey, what should we do then? 』

  『I have some ideas... I just don’t know...』

  『Don’t worry about that, now the fire is imminent, everything is fine, everything is fine! Let’s talk about it…”

  『Then I’m really telling the truth... Didn’t this hussar say that Taixi has a soldier? Let's simply push the boat along the way and say that Huqi is going to completely veto the Huaxia scholars, and want the western literature, and the Western scholars to replace the Chinese scholars...』

  『(⊙o⊙)...When did Hushi say that? 』

  『Tsk, didn’t I just say...why don’t you understand? 』

  『Oh... you go on, go on...』

  『Let’s say that the hussars have selfish motives, they don’t want to be loyal, they only seek profit, and they don’t plan for China’s long-term plan anymore, just to promote Western learning...』

  『Wonderful... But, if you say that, in case someone hears about it...』

  『Hey, what are you afraid of? We don't directly say that the hussars are bad, but we just say hello to Taixi, what can Youwen Si do to us? Didn't you say that Taixi also has celebrities? Then let's say that Taixi is strong, Taixi has been excellent since ancient times, and everything in Taixi is wonderful... In this way, some people will definitely be disgusted, right? When they make trouble, we only need to touch it push…"

  『Oh hahahaha, wonderful, brother, great talent, great talent! 』

  …(●｀●)…

  Desert Not all places are desolate.

  Before the severe winter wind arrived, most of the ground was covered with felt-like green grass, but the snow was now covering it, which showed a somewhat chilling taste.

  The sound of horseshoes whistling, scattered the white snow in all directions, accompanied by sharp screams and heavy breathing, more and more war horses appeared on the hill, and then roared down.

   This is the Dingling cavalry who moved westward, escorting the tribe to move westward.

   More than a thousand cavalrymen brandished scimitars and shouted strange sounds, and instantly surrounded a small tribe that was sheltering from the wind and snow.

  The tents were cut open, the leather robes on the body were cut open, the stacked hay bales were cut open, and the tea and salt bags kept in storage were chopped open...

  Blood is overflowing, and the smell of blood is everywhere.

  People in the small tribe fell down and died. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground, falling into a pool of blood.

  Children are howling, women are screaming.

  Ding Lingren was laughing wildly.

The Dingling cavalry shouted excitedly. After killing all the men in the small tribe, they began to throw the women and children onto the cart like throwing hay bales, and moved all the food and goods they could find. When they got to the horse's butt, or resisted to the baggage cart, they yelled and went west.

   Only a mess is left.

  Kill them all, **** them all, and set fire to them all.

  It’s like a hungry dog ​​jumping onto the banquet, not only eating, but also packing, and by the way, leaving a pile of **** on the banquet, so that no one who comes after can get any of it...

   This is Ding Ling, and this is the law of survival of the barbarians in the desert.

  In winter, there is only so much food. If you eat it, I will be hungry. What should I do?

  The Ding Ling people who lost the royal court migrated all the way, and they couldn't bring enough food and food, so they could only rob and rob whatever they encountered. What they brought to the tribes along the way was a disaster.

  As for whether these small tribes along the way should bear these tragic experiences, whether they should worship everything, and then die silently, these issues are not considered by Dingling people.

  Because these small people only think about the present.

  The future is far away from them.

   Death, very close to them.

  It’s not that they are not afraid of death, but after transferring the fear of death to other people, they can alleviate their worries and fears about the future...

  …(*Д*)…

  The mansion of the Hussar General of the Han Dynasty was shrouded in the deep night.

   Fei Qian looked at Fei Zhen who was holding his head and thinking hard, and then moved his gaze to the distance.

   Logically speaking, it is indeed difficult for Fei Zhen to consider so many complicated issues.

   But it is difficult, but it does not mean that you can not do it.

  Fei Zhen must learn to think independently. Even with the advice and assistance of others, it is still a very important ability for him to draw conclusions through independent thinking. The sooner he masters it, the better.

   As for whether the conclusion is correct or not, it is not important in the early stage, but to know how to do it.

Fei Qian took a look at Fei Zhen, and said something, "Don't think too complicated... The more complicated the problem, the more you have to simplify... Whatever comes to your mind, you should say it first, otherwise how would you know what you are thinking?" right or wrong? 』

  『Complicated…simple…』 Fei Zhen repeated several times, 『Learning? No... the scriptures? 』

   Fei Qian nodded, "Look, isn't this simple? Where are the sons of heaven, monarchs and ministers, and even the scholars of the world, the land of the world, etc., all written? Where did it come from? Scriptures! Generation after generation learns the same scriptures and regards them as classics, so it is naturally passed down from generation to generation... Then, who wrote this scripture? Kong Meng et al. So why were people like Confucius and Mencius able to write, and why are there so few books by other philosophers? Is it because other philosophers are illiterate, or are they not writing books? 』

  『This…probably not…』 Fei Zhen replied.

  『Then, what is the reason? Fei Qian asked, "Think about the questions I asked before, and connect them... Don't stop after you think of an answer, keep pushing down... Never just look at the surface of the problem, you must always explore it as much as possible. Kernel...'

  Fei Zhen's small face wrinkled again.

   After another moment, Fei Zhen clapped her hands suddenly, "I figured it out, scriptures are for inheritance!" inherited! And among the hundreds of schools of thought, only the Tao of Confucius and Mencius has been handed down! 』

  『Inheritance...is correct, but Confucius and Mencius are not the only ones that have been passed down...' Fei Qian laughed and said, 『Didn’t you discover it yourself? Among the six arts of a gentleman, which ones can be regarded as what Kong Zhongni was good at? Not those few books, but "Raising the sons of the country to teach the way is to teach the six arts. One is called the five rituals, the other is called the six musics, the third is called the five shots, the fourth is called the five controls, the fifth is called the six books, and the sixth is called the nine numbers." 』

  『…』 Fei Zhen couldn’t answer.

  『It’s fusion...』 Fei Qian said slowly, 『If you integrate what you are not good at, you will become what you are good at...』

   Fei Zhen clapped her hands, "That's what Qinglong Temple said, "Get rid of the chaff and save the chai"!" 』

  Removing the **** and saving the essence itself is the language of later generations, but after it was spoken by Fei Qian, Pang Shanmin quoted it and spread it, and there is no special cognitive obstacle.

   turnip, weed, jing, refers to leek, or turnip.

   Feiqian nodded slowly, "This is the most fundamental... Seriousness, it is for this, the correct answer is also for this, and the introduction of Taixi is also for this..."

  In the world, among the four ancient civilizations, only China survived in later generations. This is certainly influenced by many external factors in geography, but the core issue is the inheritance of culture.

  Confucianism, this is a very important link in the inheritance of Chinese culture.

  The reason why Confucianism was able to defeat many competitors and become the mainstream of Chinese culture at the beginning was not because Confucianism itself was so powerful, but because Confucianism was weak at the beginning.

  Legalists, relying on the monarchy, control punishment.

  Although the Mohists do not rely on the monarchy, with the sound of an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops and horses come to meet each other.

  As for famous strategists, although there is only one broken mouth left on weekdays, one tongue can lick six kingdoms obediently at important moments...

  When the other philosophers were in high light, Confucius was wandering.

  Other philosophers are officials, those who are in power are in power, Confucius is still in the countryside...

When Confucius was in his 20s, he was only an idle official in charge of warehouses, cattle and sheep, etc., but he was not reused until he was almost 50 years old, when he was appointed by Duke Ding of Lu as a local administrator. Sir, three years later, Fang was promoted to Sikong, equivalent to the Minister of Engineering and Construction of the State of Lu. In the fourth year, the 51-year-old Confucius became the Chief Minister of the State of Lu, equivalent to today's Minister of Justice, and acted as Minister of Lu.

   This is the biggest official Confucius has ever been in his life. Obviously, it cannot be compared with the prime ministers of the six countries.

  Of course, many people were not at the same time as Confucius, and maybe there is no comparison, but Confucius and Mencius can be connected together, and they were both from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, so it is nothing to compare them with each other.

  Then why are the other philosophers all bright and dim, but only Confucius is getting brighter and brighter, and then influenced China for thousands of years?

  Because at the beginning, Confucius had nothing, but later Confucius "had" everything.

  Confucius not only became a "sage", but also had various "small words and great righteousness", so that the subsequent dynasties stared inward, but there were few people who looked up. Slowly, they stopped moving...

"Son of heaven, there should be, but this "heaven" is not the "heaven" of the sky, but the "heaven" of the world. If the cart is turned upside down, and those who think they are the son of heaven, it is often difficult to become the real son of heaven..." Fei Qian touched Fei Qian Zhen's head, and said slowly, "If the world is really regarded as the "heaven", then even if the title is not the son of heaven, it is better than the son of heaven..."

  『Weapons, scriptures, even the whole of China, as well as Taixi in the west of the Western Regions, should be tools in the hands... and should not be a kind of imprisonment...』

  『Or, become a burden that drags you down...』

  『It’s like the wind, once it stops, it’s gone, and it can’t keep whistling...』

  Fei Zhen opened her eyes wide, looked at Fei Qian thoughtfully, and then looked into the distance.

  The north wind howled.

There are always some people who refuse to look up, there are always some people who refuse to change, there are always some people who refuse to be humble, and there are always some people who refuse to tolerate, but it doesn’t matter, as long as some people can feel the wind in the distance and explore As the world changes, if you are willing to seek knowledge, innovation, and change, then Huaxia will have a better tomorrow and a brighter brilliance!

  In Chang’an City, it’s not just Fei Qian and his son who are facing the darkness and waiting for the dawn...

   There is Huang's workshop, facing the red iron block, there is a loud bang.

  The hammer dropped the anvil, and sparks flew everywhere.

   Only after thousands of tempers can we have toughness.

  There is a small courtyard with a study building, the scrolls are spread out on the table, and the candles flicker lightly.

  The pen falls on the paper, and the ink smudges.

   Only after tens of thousands of writing, can we gain strength.

   Unique Chang'an City.

   No two can be tolerated, so that Chang'an will be safe day and night.

  (end of this chapter)