Chapter 971 We are here, the Tang Dynasty is here
Wang Bo went out.
Said he was going to see his father.
"This boy is full of arrogance."
It was raining heavily outside, and Di Renjie and Jia Pingan were playing chess in the study, holding a sunspot between the middle fingers of the chef and hesitated again and again.
"Who is not arrogant in a young man? Da Lang is also arrogant, but he knows that he has no ability to be arrogant now."
The situation seems to be balanced, but black is aggressively strangling a big dragon of white.
"Should I stay on the spot or flee?"
Di Renjie smiled slightly.
This is also a kind of arrogance.
But Di Renjie felt that he could make Jia Pingan bow his head in Go.
"I haven't played chess for a long time."
Jia Ping'an sighed with emotion.
At that time, he was also considered an amateur chess player. He was also obsessed with playing scores, doing life and death problems, thinking about layouts, middle games, and officials. Whenever he had time, he would go to talk with chess friends, starting from breakfast and playing until night. When I came out, I only felt a pain in my head.
But after coming to Datang, he didn’t play Go much.
At this moment, he looked at his precarious dragon, squinting his eyes slightly, and those years passed through his mind like flowing water.
Back then, his temper seemed soft, but deep down he was the most stubborn one.
When encountering difficulties, he didn't mean to escape, but to grit his teeth and persist to solve them. If the ability is not enough, then I will persist until the favor of fate comes.
He is looking at black pieces.
The black chess on the left has a thick wall, which is also the reason why the black chess frequently jumps twice on the right.
but…
Jia Pingan saw the fighter plane appearing on the right.
The double jump of the black chess seems to be free and easy, but the upper black chess is entangled in the white chess.
Jia Pingan took a picture with a snap.
It is on the sunspot below the black double jump.
Black moves up without hesitation.
White made another move on this piece of black.
Black calls to capture and break white.
White is the leader, black makes a backhand call to capture the white behind.
You should grow!
No.
Jia Ping'an backhanded to eat, and ate Baizi...
Watching the battle, Du He felt that he saw a war.
Jia Ping’an beat the sunspots, and the sunspots were forced to stick, and a four-pointed star made of black chess appeared. It looked thick, but it was extraordinarily clumsy.
Jia Ping'an turned.
Di Renjie looked up.
"you…"
A white piece is broken.
"Why should I run away?"
Jia Pingan said calmly.
After a fight, the white chess was wiped out.
Di Renjie threw a few sunspots on the chessboard, and said wearily: "Killing sharply...is this the way of the art of war?"
Jia Pingan shook his head, "Since we can't compromise, then we should poke a big hole in the sky. This is just my temper, not some art of war."
Di Renjie exhaled, "I seem to have experienced a fight. Ping An, you should leave your methods to Wang Bo and let him have more courage."
"I think he has enough courage."
Jia Pingan thinks that Di Renjie can stand up and talk without pain in his back, but when he thinks about Di Renjie's later achievements, it is not so much his ability as his indomitable character that made him.
"Wang Langjun."
Xu Xiaoyu's voice came from outside, and then Wang Bo, who was soaked all over, walked in like a soaked hen.
Jia Ping'an frowned and said, "Go change your clothes."
Plop!
Wang Bo knelt on the ground, Di Renjie got up to ask questions, Wang Bo raised his head, and the rain was dripping on his face.
"I used to think that I was talented and invincible, so I was so proud. But in the end, I hit a wall everywhere. I don't know why, even when I got into a fight with Huang Ru, I felt that I was right..."
People who are too conceited will feel that they are the only ones who are right in the world, and that everyone in the world owes me.
"Today, Junjun Jia's words made me realize that I was not arrogant, but hostile."
This kid!
Di Renjie smiled and looked at Jia Pingan.
"Without Mr. Jia's words, I would still be immersed in this hostility, complacent and unable to extricate myself..."
Wang Bo kowtowed.
"you!"
Du He was surprised.
Wang Bo raised his head, "Meet my mentor."
Jia Pingan looked at him and couldn't help but think of the first time we met.
The proud young man saw the most outstanding poet in Tang Dynasty, and Jia Ping'an couldn't help but smile with that reflexive pride.
Wang Fuchou entrusted him to Jia Ping'an to teach him. First, he was worried that Huang Yao's subsequent revenge would affect Wang Bo's imperial examination. Second, the teaching for many years was useless, which made him despair of continuing to teach Wang Bo.
Jia Ping'an didn't have the problem of trembling and excited when celebrities came, and it didn't even matter. Then he threw Wang Bo to Di Renjie and used new learning to reform his three views.
Don't you think you are very good?
What are you writing about?
Don't talk nonsense about poetry and prose, Master Jia is unparalleled in poetry.
Then it is Confucianism.
But Xinxue mercilessly destroyed the dream of the supremacy of Confucianism and defeated Wang Bo's pride.
When his pride was shattered, the time came to reshape the three views.
Today, Jia Ping’an’s words were so deafening that they shattered Wang Bo’s three views, and then this child suddenly came to his senses...
Jia Pingan said with relief: "Confucianism is not superior to me, but as I said, Confucianism cannot become a prominent school, let alone a panacea that can do everything... When you enter my school, you must not only study, but also practice. ...I don't ask you to wait for both civil and military skills...just practice."
"yes."
After apprenticeship, Wang Bo restrained his arrogance and arrogance in front of Jia Pingan, and was immediately taken to bathe and change clothes.
After he came out, Wang Bo heard Cao Er shouting.
"Lang Jun ordered the dinner to be better. The one from the north sent out a small pot of dried abalone, dried shrimp, and the best fat sheep..."
Xu Xiaoyu was drooling.
Wang Bo returned to his room, and then went to wash clothes.
"Do you know the reason for the sumptuous dinner?"
Xu Xiaoyu asked behind him.
Wang Bo shook his head.
But he knew why.
During dinner, Wang Bo entered the room, only to find that his father, Wang Fuchou, was there, as well as Yang Deli.
"Saburo!"
"Zian."
Zian is Wang Bo's character.
After he was able to find out the errors in the books of his predecessors, and repaired the books to explain them, Wang Fuchou took the characters for him.
"Teacher."
In front of his father and Yang Deli as a witness, Wang Bo's apprenticeship went smoothly.
But in the early morning of the second day, he felt what it meant to be a teacher.
"start running!"
Jia Pingan frowned and shouted.
Wang Bo felt that he was going to die.
Boom!
Got a stick in the ass.
Wang Bo jumped out like a rabbit hit by an arrow.
After the morning practice, Wang Bo felt that he was dead.
After sitting outside the bedroom and taking a nap for a while, Xu Xiaoyu came.
"Practice knife skills!"
After practice, take a bath and change clothes and have breakfast.
"Half a year, I want you to be reborn!"
Jia Ping'an was like a demon, which made Wang Bo think of running away.
But although Chang'an is big, there is no place for him to hide except here.
…
"Meet my junior sister."
Wang Bo bowed his hands solemnly.
DouDou was very curious, and asked anxiously, "Are you senior brother? Senior brother Zhao will bring me delicious food every time."
Brother Wang, where's yours?
Wang Bo was ashamed.
Jia Pingan was about to go out, and when he saw this, he smiled and said, "Don't be greedy when you go around."
Doudou turned around and said, "Aye, I'm not greedy, but Ah Fu wants to eat."
"咱咕咱!"
Ah Fu on the tree is protesting.
Jia Pingan smiled and went to find Zhao Yan.
"Is the roster ready?"
"Ready."
"Sir, but is it going to start?"
"Those people are complacent about it, what His Majesty likes most is to slap others when they are proud."
…
"There are a lot of people signing up everywhere in Chang'an, but what about sir?"
Wang Sheng said excitedly: "Who will teach them without Mr.?"
Lu Shunyi said coldly: "Tell them, this matter is related to the well-being of our children and grandchildren, don't be tempted... just sit and watch the situation rise!"
Li Jingdu smiled and said: "Don't worry, those people know that the Ministry of Rites has invited them, but they all declined."
"Isn't it absurd?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
…
Li Boyi went to court.
"Your Majesty, you have only recruited more than ten people."
Li Zhi said lightly: "There is no rush."
Li Boyi sighed: "Those students are anxious."
But the emperor looked calm, and there was no sign of worry at all.
…
Huang Haitong still runs habitually when he wakes up in the morning.
After running, he washes up and eats breakfast, and then prepares to go to Dongshi.
Wife Wang came over, "Husband, you worked hard last night for a long time, why don't you go later?"
Huang Haitong went to Dongshi after graduating from mathematics. An uncle of the Huang family appreciated his talent in weapon design and invited him to sit in the town. Over the past few years, he has gradually become the uncle's reliance.
Huang Haitong shook his head, "Weapons all look like that. It's so difficult to improve. I finally came up with some ideas. Naturally, I have to stay up all night to figure it out."
Wang said with a smile: "Not to mention, the monthly money is quite a lot. The family used to say that my husband suffered a big loss because he didn't enter the household department, but the money is not bad."
Huang Haitong shook his head, "The household department rejected it."
Wang heard it for the first time, and said in surprise: "Why did you refuse?"
"Mr. said that there will be room for me to wait in the future."
Knock knock knock!
There is a knock on the door.
While wiping her hands with her apron, Mrs. Wang went to open the door.
The door opened, and a young man in sackcloth stood outside the door, looked past Wang, and saw Huang Haitong.
"But Senior Huang?"
Huang Haitong nodded, "It's me."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, "I was ordered to come here to ask you to return to mathematics."
Huang Haitong was taken aback.
When he graduated that year, his husband asked them if they were willing to give up everything for mathematics if necessary, and he agreed.
Mr. said two words at that time, "Return!"
Huang Haitong nodded without hesitation, "Good!"
He said to Mrs. Wang: "Go and tell Uncle, I will not go anymore from today, let him invite another person."
Ms. Wang was stunned, thinking that such a good thing would be lost as soon as she said it, "husband... why are you going to study?"
Huang Haitong said with a smile: "Go to strengthen Datang!"
"Husband!"
Wang's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly chased him out.
In front, the young man walked side by side with Huang Haitong, and said something to him.
Huang Haitong smiled, but Wang found that his man's shoulders were never straighter than before.
…
"Knock knock knock!"
The door opened, and the woman looked blankly at the young man in sackcloth with a spirit outside, "Who is your husband looking for?"
The boy nodded, "Dare to ask if Zhang Yu lives here?"
The woman nodded, turned around and said, "Husband, someone is looking for you."
A man came out from inside, saw the young man and asked, "Does he do arithmetic?"
The boy asked: "But Senior Zhang?"
Zhang Yu nodded.
The young man said: "Sir ordered me to come here so that you can return to mathematics."
The woman was stunned, "Husband..."
Zhang Yu froze for a moment, then said joyfully, "But the nearest school?"
The boy nodded, "Mr. is already waiting at the math school."
"I'm going to..."
Zhang Yu hurried in, and changed into sackcloth when he came out.
The woman was surprised, "Husband, are you going to work?!"
Zhang Yu shook his head, "No, I will resign later."
Countless similar scenes are constantly being staged in Chang'an City.
Former mathematics students met one by one on the street, and then you punched him, he cursed a few words, and finally hugged each other and laughed loudly.
"Sir said back then that our duty was never to be a petty official..."
Huang Haitong met his former classmate and happily talked about each other's current situation.
After arriving at mathematics, more than a hundred people were taken to the playground.
Jia Ping'an is already waiting.
The former students lined up according to the array they practiced that year.
Then it became quiet.
Jia Pingan looked at these people and found that many of them had started to grow short beards.
"Time flies."
He said something that others were confused about, and then stepped forward.
"Anathematics was considered a street mouse in the past, and everyone shouted and beat it."
Huang Haitong couldn't help but think of his situation back then: studying mathematics at that time was not what it is now. At that time, studying mathematics was an outlier, a scum spurned by mainstream public opinion.
"The illusory Confucianism has become a prominent school, while the new study that explores the real world and finds laws from it has become a street rat. Why?"
"Because of the general trend!"
"At the end of the Jin Dynasty, the world was in chaos. Where was Confucianism? Confucianism disappeared, and those great Confucianists swore that the seeds of Confucianism survived because of their desperate collection. But I want to ask, if Confucianism is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, why? Worried about inheritance?"
Behind the parasol, Prince Li Hong stood in the shadows thinking.
"We are uncovering the true face of this world, and uncovering the falsehoods of myths one by one. We are polishing the eyes of the world and telling them that this world is not what you imagined. This world cannot be guessed by imagination. By what?"
Jia Pingan smiled and said: "Does it depend on Confucianism? Does it depend on whoever it is? As I said, people in this world can't all learn literature. What can literature do? Literature can build sharp weapons? Literature can build tall houses? Literature can Continuously promote social progress?"
When the country is about to perish, literature is of course useful. The literati can use the pen as a knife, and under the candlelight, they can write out unyielding characters one by one, calling on the people of the world to rise up.
But at the end of the day, it’s science that pulls things together. Use science to arm the country, use science to create countless weapons, and make aliens terrified.
"cannot!"
Jia Ping'an blushed and roared for the first time.
The first time I saw Datang was a pit, the people stood excitedly at the mouth of the pit, talking and burying Xing Yunyun alive. Why did those once simple faces become ferocious?
Because they are ignorant.
"What is social progress? Economy, politics, education, basic necessities of life..."
"What do officials rely on to develop commerce? What do they rely on to develop agriculture? They rely on inaction, at most they encourage farming, and those who know how to repair ditches are considered famous ministers. But you know this is not enough!"
A student raised his hand, Jia Pingan nodded, and the student shouted: "Sir, if you want to develop business, you have to make the best use of the situation, starting from the central government. If you want to develop agriculture, you have to study how to make the fields more fertile and how to make the seeds better." , how can more fertile fields be reclaimed..."
This is the kindling I cultivated...Jia Pingan’s blood surged like never before, "Yes, this is the attitude of new learning. When we encounter troubles, first analyze the troubles, and then solve the troubles, instead of doing nothing. We have something to do!"
I saw many officials in Datang, those officials who were shining in the history books. I used to think that they would be wise, but their words and deeds told me that they were at a loss, their vision was so wide, and they would be helpless when they encountered problems.
Are they stupid?
Not stupid!
They just don't know the true face of this world.
They don't even know how to do things.
Li Hong thought of more, he thought of the teachings of those gentlemen...
What will they teach?
The classics of the sages, the words of various sages. They will break up these words, knead them into powder, and then give you a little powder to say a bunch...
He once thought such learning was very interesting.
But my uncle said that this kind of knowledge can only cultivate big heads... big heads, but small stomachs.
Hungry!
Uncle called this kind of people hungry for knowledge.
My head is full of the knowledge of being a human being and various views of Confucianism, but my stomach is empty.
"The ancestors walked hard and hard, and they left countless lessons with their blood and tears. For example, they can cultivate after setting fire to the wilderness, for example, drilling wood to make fire... They have never left anything. They have never left those so-called mottos. ...Children, you are going to be hypocrites... For thousands of years, the ancestors have left behind countless knowledge. This knowledge has continuously nourished us, so that we have clothes to wear, food to eat, and a strong army to protect us from aliens. the aggression of ... what are these?"
"Promising!"
Huang Haitong and others shouted, that face! Rising red.
"Yes, promising."
Jia Ping'an laughed and said: "We need to instill in the students the principles of how to be a human being, but we can't let the students regard these principles as knowledge to study for a lifetime, they are fools!"
Confucianism has been studied for more than a thousand years, what has been studied? Does it make social morality more progressive, or does it make society more progressive?
No!
From a moral point of view, the world ruled by Confucianism is declining step by step. When the whole society is thinking about how to be a gentleman, it can only cultivate a group of hypocrites. Everyone walks the world wearing a mask of a gentleman, like a zombie.
"Morality is never taught. Besides teaching, we must use laws to regulate people's words and deeds, let correct words and deeds become rules, and let these rules continue. This is morality."
"But this is only one side. We need to explore the essence of this world and how to make this world better. Can Confucianism do it?"
"cannot!"
Everyone is very happy.
The feeling of watching others run wildly on the path of ignorance, but walking on the right path is so refreshing.
"The court opened a school, but I can't find a husband."
Jia Pingan said contemptuously: "Those Confucians only want to be officials, they want to get promoted and get rich, and they don't want to teach those children."
This is not an era of great explosion of scholars. In Datang, scholars are treasures.
"I once said when you graduated that year, you can't just think about yourself, you have to have ideals. People without ideals are walking dead..."
Jia Pingan looked at these disciples, "I summoned one hundred and six people, and one hundred and six people came. You have left behind your stable life and your bright future. Puzzled and complained, you came here without hesitation."
He pointed to the right, which is the direction of the imperial city.
"Your Majesty is watching you, His Royal Highness is watching you."
Li Hong stepped out of the shadows.
"Your Highness!"
Huang Haitong didn't expect the prince to come.
A hot current rushed to my heart.
Jia Pingan said: "Datang needs you to polish those ignorant eyes. You must have the spirit of being the master and tell yourself..."
He looked at these students slowly.
"We are here, and the Tang Dynasty is here!"
…
Good night!
(end of this chapter)