Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 302 Blood Empathy
The sound of reading can be heard, and the Liangzhou State School in Hexi Yamen, Liangzhou is full of vitality. This is Fan Zhi's favorite place in Liangzhou, and he visits here every day.

Since the decline of the Tang Dynasty, the two schools of prefectures and counties in various places have basically been in a state of being abandoned.

The basic abolition of state schools and county schools has brought about a great lack of national culture and governance, and the most obvious reaction is the imperial examination.

In the late Tang Dynasty, the number of imperial examinations was less, and the opening time was not fixed, so the number of people admitted was even smaller.

In the year of Fan Zhi's pilot test, only eight Jinshi were selected, which was the most in history, and in many cases, only one Jinshi was basically selected.

Not to mention the top two and three tops like the Ming Dynasty, they couldn't even get the number one scholar, the second place, and the third flower, so there were no titles such as the number one scholar or the second place in the Five Dynasties.

Moreover, Fan Zhi also discovered that this small Liangzhou Academy is quite complete in its settings, including the Three Rites, Three Biography, Three Histories, Ming Fa, and Ming Suan, but the academic subjects and special studies of a certain scripture are omitted. The Taoist Examination Department mainly focuses on the study of Taoism.

However, after Fan Zhi finished listening to a volume of "The Legend of the Spring and Autumn Guliang", his brows were almost as wrinkled as those on the Loess Plateau.

Although it is generally correct, there should not be too many mistakes in small aspects, and there are also deviations in understanding.

It seems that the land of Hexi has been reduced to Hu Chenbai for 50 years, and the damage to Wenhua is indeed great.

"Seeing an angel shaking his head, I think the level of Confucian scholars in Hexi must not be optimistic!"

Fan Zhi was shaking his head, suddenly startled by a voice behind him.

He suddenly turned his head and looked back, only to see Zhang Zhao standing behind him with Murong Nobunaga and Li Cunhui. The three of them were all dressed as scholars, not much different from the students of the state school. Holding a folding fan, deliberately pretending to be a romantic son.

Uh!Fan Zhi was a little embarrassed, not only because Zhang Zhao saw him shaking his head just now, but also because Zhang Zhao's attire made him a little unacceptable.

Where did this Zhang Sikong learn to hold a folding fan as a flair?
From Fan Zhi's point of view, there is not much romanticism, but rather a thick one. How can I put it, if he knows the word Sha Matt, Zhang Zhao's current attire, in Fan Zhi's opinion, is a strong one. The unresolved Shamat non-mainstream style.

Of course Zhang Zhao would not have thought that Fan Zhi would not be interested in his attire. He thought Fan Zhi was stunned by his words, so he could only continue talking.

"It made the angel laugh. The imperial court abandoned Hexi regardless of 50 years. Although he wanted to return it to the Han, he was just a warrior. He could do so much. Dare I ask the angel, is there any learned man in the Central Plains who is willing to come to Hexi? ?”

Only then did Fan Zhi realize that Zhang Zhao had misunderstood something, but he was even more surprised by Zhang Zhao's words.

"Now that the decree has been delivered, the servant must not dare to be called the angel of Sikong, dare to ask Sikong, why do you have to ask this question?
Today the world is chaotic, when relying on martial arts to stabilize the world, how can a well-educated person be a brave general? "

Zhang Zhao looked at Fan Zhi meaningfully and smiled, "You and I are about the same age, and you are slightly older, why don't we call each other brothers.

Brother Fan knows that fighting troubled times depends on martial arts, but to rule troubled times and build a prosperous world, you can't rely entirely on warriors.

And in my opinion, why is there such a clear distinction between civil and military? It's not like a warrior can't learn Chinese, and a scholar can't understand military affairs. "

Fan Zhi nodded lightly. In his heart, anyone who can say these words is a qualified owner, but this is easier said than done.

In fact, in the Central Plains, no matter Liang, Tang, or the rulers of various places, everyone wanted to improve the status of literati, because their status and safety would be more secure.

Zhuangzong of this dynasty even went to the point of appointing officials to actors to muddy the water, but in the end he became a dead bone in Xingjiao's sect. Of course, he would not talk about it with Zhang Zhao.

"What Sikong said is true, it's a certain narrow-mindedness!" Fan Zhi looked embarrassed that I said something wrong, and the smile on Zhang Zhao's face was even more playful.

From the looks of it, this guy is most likely Fan Zhi in history, that's right, he was born in a family of officials, passed the Jinshi, served as a county magistrate, and he is so naughty at a young age.

All these characteristics point to the late Zhou Tuogu prime minister who failed Guo Rong in history.

However, in fact, he didn't have much to do. In this era when warriors were heavenly kings and Lao Tzu, Zhao Kuangyin had already recruited most of the imperial guards to rebel.

And although this man's knees are a bit soft, his ability is very strong. Everyone from Shi Jingtang to Guo Wei and Guo Rong are full of praise for him.

Whether drafting documents, handling government affairs, or stabilizing the place, he has the strength to become a famous official of a generation.

In particular, he presided over the compilation of the "Xiande Criminal Law System" in the Later Zhou Dynasty. The "Song Xing Tong" of the Song Dynasty was derived from this book, which had a great influence on later generations.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao took Fan Zhi's arm affectionately, "I just have time today, why don't I swim with Brother Fan, so I can be a guide, and show Brother Fan a look at the newly built Liangzhou State School. "

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Fan Zhi agreed or not, he dragged Fan Zhi away.

The state schools in Liangzhou were actually rebuilt from the houses of the Jiedu Yamen in Hexi during the renovation of Liangzhou City.

It occupies about one-third of the entire yamen's territory, a full [-] mu or so.

Zhang Zhao has high hopes for this state school office, and wants to completely bring back the Six Departments of the Momo. In addition to honoring incentives, giving benefits, and being driven by power, the soft power of culture is still very important.

The charm of Han culture can be said to be contained in books. If there are fewer people who can read and write, it will be greatly discounted.

If everyone is still living the life of being a Tubo slave tribe, and the spiritual world is still the same system of worshiping all spirits and gods and Buddhas of the Tubo people, what is the talk of turning Hu to Han?
Even if the surface is attached, the inside is still the same, and it has no effect at all.

"Brother Fan, look, a certain school has set up two colleges in the state, and the ones in front of us are Ming Suan and Ming Law Colleges.

To the east is the School of Economics and History, which mainly studies the three biographies and three histories. Unfortunately, there are few books, few Confucian scholars, and few masters. "Zhang Zhao pointed out the buildings of Liangzhou State School to Fan Zhi one by one.

In fact, Zhang Zhao is putting gold on his face. In the case of Liangzhou, there is a Mao Confucian scholar who can recognize all characters and barely understand what the Spring and Autumn and other three biographies say. He is considered a great talent. up.

Fan Zhi also nodded. In Liangzhou State High School, more than a dozen students use one book because there are few books. Confucian scholars, eh, he really didn't see a qualified one.

As for the master, it's not that there are few, it's not at all, but being in this barren land, Zhang Sikong can care about cultural and educational issues, which is enough to make Fan Zhi look at him differently.

As Zhang Zhao said, he picked up a copy of "Ming Suan Chu Fa" and showed it to Fan Zhi. This book was compiled by Zhang Zhao.

He compiled this textbook according to the difficulty of elementary school in later generations plus a little bit of junior high school.

That is to teach elementary addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. The more difficult ones are some one-dimensional or quadratic equations.

Of course, Zhang Zhao also added the ninety-nine multiplication table and Arabic numerals.

However, simplicity is relative to Zhang Zhao, and the ninety-nine multiplication tables and Arabic numerals in later generations are nothing.

But in this era, Fan Zhi felt as if his head had been struck by lightning. As a well-educated scholar who could win Jinshi, Mingsuan was no stranger to him.

"Sikong, isn't it heaven and man?" After understanding the meaning of the Arabic numerals, Fan Zhi looked at Zhang Zhao with an extremely unbelievable look.

Arabic numerals are extremely simple and easy to learn, which can be said to be a great leap forward in mathematics, not to mention how convenient the nine-to-nine multiplication table is.

Regardless of just inventing a simple number and compiling a multiplication table, this thing is not a long-term accumulation, it is impossible to invent it, and it cannot even be summed up in one generation or two.

The emergence of these two things requires an extremely rich accumulation of knowledge, coupled with a very occasional flash of inspiration.

Fan Zhi was even a little skeptical that behind Zhang Zhao, there was a school specializing in the study of Ming algorithms.

Faced with Fan Zhi's eyes of shock and admiration, Zhang Zhao was not at all embarrassed. He was even going to call the Arabic numerals Hexi numerals.

Because India, the birthplace of Arabic numerals at this time, has actually invented only three numbers, 1, 2, and 3.

After being spread to Mesopotamia, it has been developed for hundreds of years, but it is still very incomplete.

From 1 to 10 in later generations, it was around the [-]th century, after countless mathematicians continued to improve and promote it, the current model and system were formed.

So Fan Zhi, who was extremely shocked, just complimented Zhang Zhao a few words, then sat down on the ground, and began to study carefully.

Zhang Zhao was still a little confused. Although he had a mysterious expression on his face, he actually didn't know why Fan Zhi lost his composure at all.

After a long time, Fan Zhichang took a deep breath, "This Hexi number is simple and easy to understand, and it is easy to calculate. Pu Gang calculated it, and many calculations in the past have become much easier.

Also, the algorithmic formula in this book seems to be applicable to the Jigu Nuanjing, and it is more than ten times easier! After finishing speaking, Fan Zhi looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, as if he was very depressed.

"Why not born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty? If it was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, only relying on the Hexi numbers in this book, as well as algorithms and formulas, the calculation methods of clear calculations, calendars, architecture, and mountain and river geography would have to be innovated.

If in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the sages issued an edict, and the learned people from all over the world would gather in Chang'an, bring forth the old and bring forth the new, carry it forward, and it will surely shine forever! "

The algorithmic formula Fan Zhi mentioned was the one-dimensional linear and one-dimensional quadratic equations that Zhang Zhao added from memory.

He doesn't have much research on mathematics himself, so of course he doesn't know the secrets of these seemingly ordinary formulas, but he just thought that they would be useful in later mathematics books, so he added them.

And this kind of method has already been found in the Ming Suanjing of the Tang Dynasty, "Jigu Suanjing", which has even been developed to the third power, and it is regarded as the most difficult arithmetic problem in the Tang Dynasty.

Difficult, not because the ancients were not smart enough, but because the formulas in Jigu Suanjing are extremely complicated, and they need to be written in traditional characters from one to ten, so it is very cumbersome and extremely difficult to learn.

But now with Zhang Zhao's 'invented' Hexi numbers and later generations' formulas, everything becomes much simpler, which is why Fan Zhi lost his composure.

Only people who are truly in this era can truly know the value of this thing. This kind of thing that has been invented and improved by countless masters in later generations, and then passed down, is all the crystallization of human wisdom.

Fan Zhi was right, if it was in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, it would definitely trigger a turbulent event. Ordinary people rely on this one thing, enough to rely on it for a lifetime, and it can be passed down through the ages.

"Brother Fan, don't be so discouraged. Don't you think that someone is here? Where there is a will, there is a way. You and I are in our prime, and there are still decades to go. How do you know that there will be another prosperous Tang Dynasty?"

Zhang Zhao pulled Fan Zhi up from the ground, and said with a pun.

Fan Zhi looked at Zhang Zhao from another angle for the first time, and felt that this Zhang Sikong was like a shining sun hanging in mid-air, with a magical power to follow him unconsciously.

The four talked and walked, and came to the place where the little Mongolian children of the School of Economics and History started to study.

Zhang Zhao's state school is different from the one in the Tang Dynasty that only accepted dozens of people, and it is similar to a certain association in later generations.

He is actually a miniature version of a one-stop educational institution from elementary school to university.

There are six or seven-year-old Mongolian children who come to learn to read, and there are also people of different ages who regard this as a night school for future generations.

There are also those who already have some cultural knowledge, and they also exchange and learn here. The senior students are not only the seniors, but also the teachers of the lower grades.

All of this is the result of Zhang Zhao’s strong order, and Zhang Zhao can’t control ordinary people, because they have to run around for their livelihood every day, and they have no time and energy to come and study.

But the children of the leaders of the six ministries and the heads of officials of various ethnic groups in Hexi are different. They all get the state school to attend classes. The level of study and diligence can even become the assessment standards for their father and brother.

In the classics and history class, an old master from the Guo family who came from Suiye was teaching the scriptures to a group of Mongolian children who had completed the study of [-] characters.

Perhaps it should be called a story, because this so-called "classic" was compiled by Zhang Zhao himself, and it is similar to books such as the stories of famous Chinese historical figures in later generations.

Fan Zhi looked through it curiously, and there are some rough but not rough stories in it, from Confucius traveling around the world to Mencius's mother moving three times, from Jin Wengong Chong'er to Yue King Goujian who tried his best, and loyal officials and righteous men such as Ba Manzi and Qu Yuan .

There are more after the pre-Qin period, such as Wei Qing, the model of the ancient warrior, Hou Huo Qubing, the champion of the wolf and Xuxu, and the brothers Dou Gu and Dou Xian, who were both praised and praised by Le Shiyanran.

Rampaging Ban Dingyuan in the Western Regions, even though he is far away, Chen Pohu must be punished. He joked about the thirteen men of Yumen who were thirsty for the blood of the Huns, as well as Li Weigong of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Xun Xuyuan of Suiyang City, Yan Lugong, a generation of famous officials, etc.

Old Master Guo on the stage is telling the story of Zhang Xun and Xu Yuan defending Suiyang to the schoolchildren. The structure of this story comes from Zhang Zhao, but after listening to it, Old Master Guo made some small changes.

To be exact, a little private goods were added, and a little bit of what happened when their Guo family and Anxi's family of five surnames and three kings guarded Kucha alone.

However, this point of private goods was added very well, making the whole story more vivid and more in line with reality. Not to mention Fan Zhi, who heard it for the first time, even Zhang Zhao was a little fascinated by it.

The four of them sat in the back row, together with a group of elementary school children listening mesmerizingly, quietly listening to Mr. Guo telling stories.

When it was said that the soldiers defending the city could only get a spoonful of rice every day, and had to eat bark and paper when they were hungry, everyone clenched their fists.

The climax of the story is that Zhang Xun killed his concubine and cooked it to reward the soldiers. Xu Yuan also killed his slave boy to feed the soldiers. Fan Zhi couldn't help standing up.

When it was said that He Lan Jinming, the censor, succeeded Li Ju as Jiedu envoy and stationed troops in Linhuai, but he held a wait-and-see attitude and refused to save Suiyang from the siege, everyone was already quite angry.

In the end, Nan Jiyun, who was sent by Zhang Xun to rescue the soldiers, cut off his finger angrily, but He Lan Jinming remained unmoved. The desperate Nan Jiyun could only lead the small number of troops he collected back to Suiyang, back to Zhang Xun, and fight with Zhang Xun. Lei Wanchun and other 36 people were killed together.

Perhaps because of empathy, Mr. Guo burst into tears when he spoke, which was extremely emotional. Fan Zhi was in a trance when he heard it, and his tears couldn't help but flow down.

Now in the Central Plains, who still remembers Zhang Xun and Xu Yuan back then?
In the troubled times, they are just trying their best to survive, and their loyalty and integrity are buried in the loess.

"Traitor! This He Lan is a traitor! If I were present, I would definitely kill him. If a man is born in this world, he should follow Nan Jiyun's example and follow Zhang Suiyang, a loyal minister!"

Young people are the most easily agitated, and Murong Xinchang was filled with anger when he heard this. He punched the dirt wall of the classroom and screamed angrily.

Li Cunhui also blushed, "Yes! With you, I will kill He Lan Jinming first, and then return to Suiyang!"

After the two made such a fuss, Zhang Zhao at the back of the classroom couldn't hide anymore. He tidied up his clothes, threw away the folding fan in his hand, and came to Old Master Guo's podium.

Dozens of Mengtong, Murong Xinchang, Li Cunhui and others in the audience were so angry that their cheeks were red and their eyes were burning. It seemed that they wished to find a traitor to come out and eat him right now. The atmosphere was very good.

So Zhang Zhao decided to impress these people a little more, this is the kindling for his future!
"Sikong, what happened to Helan Jinming? How could he be so hateful?" A little boy with eyes full of flames looked at Zhang Zhao and asked.

Zhang Zhao pondered for a moment, "He later achieved the high position of Lingnan Jiedushi. Although he was demoted in the end, he died of old age!"

"How could this be? Why doesn't the country kill this thief? If you don't kill this thief, how can you thank the world?"

Meng Tong's eyes widened, and he was even more angry and puzzled. The country he mentioned meant the emperor, which was the name of the emperor before the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

"If your lord is the master of others, you should kill all these traitors!" Murong Nobunaga behind was also furious, so angry that he even called Zhang Zhao as your lord for the first time.

"If I am the master, I will cut He Lan Jinming's wrists open and kill his whole family!" Zhang Zhao replied decisively, and there was a burst of applause.

Fan Zhi also recovered from the turmoil in his mind. He looked at Zhang Zhao on the stage with burning eyes. It was unheard of for a handsome man to behave like this, but it made people yearn for it.

"It's a pity that it's not Xuanzong or Daizong of the former Tang Dynasty, so I can't kill this traitor!" Zhang Zhao said with a little pain, and then looked at the dozens of Mengtong who surrounded him.

"The traitor got a good death, but Zhang Suiyang lost his life. He defended the country but ended up like this. Do you think it's worth it?"

The Mongolian boys wanted to shake their heads, but suddenly they still felt that something was wrong. They drove Zhang Zhao together in a daze, feeling extremely confused and entangled in their hearts, not knowing how to express their stance.

"But I think it's worth it!" Zhang Zhao quickly interjected, he was afraid that the little boy's words were not worth it, and it would be difficult to continue later.

"Because although Zhang Suiyang died, he died as a loyal minister!
With the city of Suiyang, he held back the rebellious army of the Yan bandits, and preserved the Jianghuai land for the country. Thousands of people here were saved from the disaster of swords and soldiers because of him. In the future, the imperial court can finally wipe out the Yan bandits. Wei.

Although he is dead, the name of loyalty will be passed on forever. Not only will we worship him very much now after listening to his stories, but we will also be like this in 500 years, 1000 years from now!
On the other hand, He Lan Jinming and others, even after 10,000 years, he will be cast aside, and his descendants will never be able to hold their heads up because of him.

When a man lives in the world, he should make a difference. If everyone is like Helan Jinming, how can we Haner exist for so many years?
If the ancestors of the Xiongnu came to seek refuge with the Huns, and the Turks came to seek refuge with the Turks, I am afraid that we are not as good as the slaves of the Tubo people today!

A real man, let his parents and children become slaves of foreign races, and his life is not as good as pigs and dogs, so what kind of face does he have to live?He cannot be called a human being.

Dear students, from Dr. Qu to Zhang Suiyang, among us Han children, there have never been such loyal ministers and righteous men.

Even if we can't be a loyal minister like Zhang Suiyang, we still want to be a good man, a good man who will be praised by everyone who hears it.

A certain Zhang Erlang dares to say here, if in the future when a certain arrives at a moment like Zhang Suiyang, and a certain vows to follow suit, are you willing to be Xu Yuan, Nan Jiyun, and Lei Wanchun of a certain? "

"Someone is willing! So-and-so wants to be Nan Jiyun!" Murong Nobunaga jumped out at once.

"Then be Lei Wanchun! Be a loyal minister!" Li Cunhui shouted without showing any weakness.

"I want to be a loyal minister too! I want to be a loyal minister too!"

No one wants to be a traitor, even if they have been traitors in history, in fact, they have dreamed of being a loyal minister and righteous man in their hearts. This is the innate blood of Chinese people.

The loud noise attracted most of the people in the state school. After knowing that Zhang Zhao was here, the students who called for friends and friends called almost all the students in the state school.

"Sikong, how similar is this to the ancestral hall of Suiye Guo's family in the past! That's when I decided to follow Sikong back to the east.

Today, there are all students from Zhouzhou School, and they all want to follow Sikong and bring Anxi Hexi, who has been reduced to Hu Chen for 50 years, to return to his homeland. Why don't you lead us to sing Hu Wuren again! "

Old Master Guo recalled the scene in the Guo family ancestral hall where everyone gathered together in Gaochang and no one was there. Tears welled up in his eyes. Zhang Zhaogang wanted to agree, but he suddenly thought of a better poem.

"I don't want to sing Hu Wuren today, I have a new righteous song, and I will share with you! Bring a pen!"

Zhang Zhao waved his hand and shouted with great pride, while thinking silently in his heart.

'Mr. Wen Wenshan, it is estimated that in this time and space, you will not have that kind of experience again. Let me use this righteous song! '

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and there are manifold shapes.The bottom is the river, and the top is the sun.People say Haoran, Peihu Sai Cangming.

Huanglu is Qingyi, Hanhe Tuming court.Seeing the poor seasons, one by one will be green.In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghu pen.

In the Qin Zhang Liangzhui, in the Han Su Wu Festival.It is the head of General Yan and the blood of Ji Shi.It is Zhang Suiyang teeth and Yan Changshan tongue.

Or a Liaodong hat, clearing Li Bingxue.

Or to be a teacher, ghosts and gods weep heroically.

Or to cross the river, generously swallow Hu Jie.

Or to strike a thief, the reverse vertical head is broken.

Fan Zhi forgot his identity as an angel, and also forgot many calculations, and even more forgot who was standing in front of him.

With tears streaming down his face, he followed the crowd in the house, ranging from plump to sixty-year-old, and sang loudly. He suddenly felt empathy for their suffering and their one-hearted emotions.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window onto Fan Zhi's face, and he suddenly remembered a sentence that the book boy once said.

"This is the real master!"

(End of this chapter)