I have lived forever since the end of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 406 Fateful Encounter

The long ancient road.

The sound of horse hooves is heard, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians.

Zhang Fu has been quite troubled these days.

Many women in the village like to run to the edge of the fields they cultivate and stand there for half the afternoon.

At the beginning, he was quite happy.

Could it be that his heroic appearance while plowing the fields attracted them?

Whenever I think about it this way, I swing the hoe a little faster.

But soon, his illusions were shattered.

These women did not come to see me, but were attracted by the Confucian scholars on the road. It happened that their fields were very close to the road, so they came here in small groups, laughing, looking and commenting openly. Those scribes passing by.

I heard that not long ago, the emperor of Chang'an issued an order to let literati who had read poetry and books become high officials.

It's just that Zhang Fu doesn't know a few Chinese characters and can barely write his own name. Moreover, he only knows that the road by the village leads to Chang'an, but he has no idea where Chang'an is.

On the contrary, Mrs. Wu from the east end of the village packed her bags overnight, hung up the door bolt, and left the village.

On weekdays, Master Wu didn't have much strength, and the fields he plowed were often the worst. Others could harvest three shi of grain from one acre of land. Even in a good year, his field could only harvest two and a half shi of grain.

But now many people say that he is going to become a high official.

If Master Wu really becomes a high official by relying on the ink in his belly, Zhang Fu will no matter what he wants in the future, so that his son can read and study. Even though he has not even got a mother-in-law yet, it does not prevent him from having such a fantasy.

He put his hand on the hoe and sighed. He looked past the women standing on the ridge and looked at the pedestrians on the road.

Except for a small number of merchants, the rest were almost dressed as Confucian scholars.

Wearing simple clothes, wearing wooden clogs, and hanging long swords with exquisite patterns on their waists, wealthy people even have servants carrying books behind them.

Is this the benefit of being a scholar?

There was a hint of envy in Zhang Fu's eyes.

Dressed like this, except for the few days of rest in winter, I would never be clean and decent. I didn't expect the scribe to be so calm and leisurely even when he was on the road.

He could only simply relate what he saw before him, equating reading with wealth.

As for now only rich people have the opportunity to study and further their education, then it is completely out of Zhang Fu's consideration.

Of course, this planted a seed in his heart for his descendants to learn from.

That's not a bad thing.

This may be the best opportunity to change the fate of the family in the peaceful era.

The Confucian scholars walking on the road did not realize that their every move was changing the thoughts and ideas of the people along the way.

After all, scholars were quite rare in the countryside, but their lives might not be as good as those of rich farmers.

But in recent times, the people along the way have had their eyes opened.

Good guy.

It turns out that famous scholars don't even have to carry things themselves, they have dedicated servants to pick them up.

The human heart is like water, and it moves when time moves.

Following this order to seek talents, the seeds of learning were slowly sown in the hearts of the people in the counties of the Han Dynasty. Although they have not yet taken root and grown into towering trees, as long as there is enough sunshine and rain, they will eventually one day.

This development even exceeded Chen Luo's expectations and was beyond his plan.

Originally, I just wanted to use this order to recruit some good teachers for Taixue. I never thought that it would affect the mentality of the local people and make most people realize that studying can be a way out.

Let Chen Luo make the evaluation.

A change of customs is far more important to this era than the hundreds of talented people in the teaching department of Taixue.

……

Not far ahead of the short stretch of road that Zhang Fu was looking at was a pavilion with a place to rest.

In the past, this was a resting place for merchants when they were tired from traveling, but now they don't dare to go in.

The atmosphere inside was tense.

It’s not just a debate between two parties, it’s a big fight!

The Taoist school, the Confucian school, the Legalist school, and the Mohist school fought endlessly and exposed each other's shortcomings. From time to time, disagreements broke out within the schools, but they were not unanimous in dealing with the outside world.

You must know that the scribes of this era are called scribes because they have read several volumes of scriptures. When cutting people, they may quote a few poems to prove their justice, rather than being incompetent.

Several groups got into a quarrel, and they might pull out their swords and come to fight with each other to defend their own school or eradicate heresy.

In this situation, how dare businessmen go over and get together.

They went out to seek money, not to risk their lives. If they were killed by mistake in the past, there would be no place to cry.

The argument in the pavilion lasted for several days and never stopped.

Of course, the debate contestants have changed a lot.

After all, everyone is a passerby. After staying in the pavilion for an hour or two and expressing their opinions, they leave the pavilion and do not continue to linger here.

Until today, an old man with a half-white beard stepped into the pavilion.

At first, he wasn't too interested in the debate in the pavilion. He was just eating the food in his bag silently, planning to rest for a while before continuing on his way.

However, hearing that everyone's debate was not meaningless, but really related to the strategy of governing the country, he turned his head and listened carefully.

Still too shallow.

So the old man continued to be silent, squinting his eyes, enjoying the afternoon sunshine and enjoying the Hu cake in his hand.

Just when he was about to get up and leave, another middle-aged man with a broad nose and thick lips walked in.

The other party seemed to be here for this debate and immediately started to intervene in the discussion.

After a few words, most people's attention was focused on him.

A quarter of an hour later, his eloquent voice was the only one left in the pavilion, while the remaining people were blushing and reluctant to speak.

In other words, he had chosen the situation all by himself, and none of the people present were his opponents.

"It's a pleasure to talk about classics and discuss state affairs with you. I'll take my leave." After continuing to speak alone for half a stick of incense, the middle-aged man said goodbye humbly. But his gentle words were more hurtful than a blade.

Were we talking about classics just now?

It's obviously a one-sided education.

After he left, many people in the pavilion hid their faces and sighed, and some even silently picked up their bags and returned home in anticipation of where they came from.

Someone pulled the sleeves of those people and persuaded them: "Brother Zhou, you have already come here, why don't you go to Chang'an? There is no difference between returning home now and the journey to Chang'an."

The other party shook his head expressionlessly and said: "The man who left just now is the one who should go to Taixue to become a doctor. Compared with him, I am like a firefly in the sun, and I am ashamed.

If such a person cannot be elected as a Doctor of Taixue, then how could I possibly be elected as a Doctor of Taixue? "

"Brother Zhou is wrong. That person just now can be elected as a doctor of Taixue, but that doesn't mean you can't be elected as a doctor of Taixue." The traveler advised.

Hearing this, the scholar surnamed Zhou gave a wry smile and said, "If everyone is elected to be a doctor of Taixue, then I'm afraid he will be ashamed of working with me, right? I don't know enough. Going to Chang'an this time will only discredit the school, or not?" Just go."

The fellow traveler lowered his head and said, "I'll go back with you too."

"Huh? Why?" The scribe named Zhou was surprised, "Didn't you just persuade me to go to Chang'an?"

"Unexpectedly, I was persuaded by Brother Zhou. If you don't have enough talent, going to Chang'an will only bring shame to the school. I'd better go to the countryside to pick a few seedlings. If there are talented juniors who can teach me, Let him fight for me as a teacher in the future. As for me, I will use the remaining travel expenses to buy a few more volumes." The traveler shook his head, his words full of weakness.

Like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the vast sea, like a dove seeing Mount Tai.

The shock that the middle-aged man gave them was beyond words.

……

at the same time.

The old man in the pavilion left at some point and chased the middle-aged man in the direction he left.

About half an hour later, the old man stopped the middle-aged man.

When the other party saw someone following him, he was very alert, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

But when he saw that the person coming was an old man with half-white beard and hair, he saluted and said, "I have met my father-in-law. May I ask if you have any advice for me?"

Just listening to these words, one might actually think that the middle-aged man is a humble gentleman.

But during the previous debate, it was just one mouth that made everyone speechless.

"Advice is out of the question, old man Gongsun Hong. I just heard you debating with everyone in the pavilion. I know that you are the curator of "Gongyang Zhuan". It just so happens that I am also the curator of "Gongyang Zhuan". There are a few simple things. I want to discuss the problem with you. I wonder if I can delay you for a while?" Gongsun Hong really had a love for talents, so he chose to catch up with him.

"My Excellency, Dong Zhongshu, is from Guangchuan. I just made a few superficial opinions, which made the seniors laugh. I wonder if the seniors have any questions?" After hearing that the old man in front of him announced his family name, Dong Zhongshu saluted and said hello.

Based on his expression in the pavilion just now, other schools may only be able to tell that he belongs to the Confucian school, but scribes who are also from the Confucian school can clearly recognize that they are dealing with "Gongyang Zhuan".

The degree of obviousness is like holding a fire and walking at night.

However, the old man in front of him said that he was from Gongyang School, so Dong Zhongshu felt relieved.

Sometimes, the methods used to deal with heretics are more severe than dealing with heretics.

Taking a deep breath, Gongsun Hong opened his mouth and said, "How does Dong Sheng interpret the phrase 'in the first year of the Yin Dynasty, the first month of the Spring King'?"

This is similar to taking a test in a school, and also similar to answering a secret code.

This statement may seem simple, but it actually has a lot of connotation.

The explanation of this sentence in "Spring and Autumn Gu Liang Zhuan" is "Although there is nothing to do, it must be held in the first month as a starting point."

In "The Biography of the Zuo Family in the Spring and Autumn Period", the interpretation of this sentence is "in the spring of the first year, the first month of the Zhou Dynasty. He ascended the throne without writing, but took a photo."

Among the three biographies of the Spring and Autumn Period, "Gu Liang Zhuan" and "Zuo Zhuan" did not include much ink.

Only "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Zhuan" is different - what is the first year? The first year of the king. What is spring? It is the beginning of the year. Who is called the king? It is called King Wen. He first spoke about the king and then spoke about the first month? The king also said the first month. What can I say about Wang Zhengyue? Great unification.

From the first month of the Spring King, we see great unification.

This is one of the core points of "The Legend of Gongyang in the Spring and Autumn Period".

Dong Zhongshu pondered for a moment, and instead of simply reciting the classics, he elaborated on his own thoughts, "Why is it called 'Wang Zhengyue'? In my opinion, those who are called kings first receive the destiny of heaven and then become kings. In ancient times, He is called the king, and now he is called the emperor. This has always been the case, and there is no change.

The king must correct the shuo, change the clothes and colors, control the rituals and music, and unify the world.

This is to show that changing dynasties and changing the surname of a monarch does not inherit the old destiny, but obeys the destiny.

The king accepts the destiny and becomes the king. According to this calendar, the first month has changed, so the orthodoxy of the dynasty has also changed, so it is called the first month of the king.

As for the "Yuan" in the first year, it is the beginning. "

The traditional view of the Gongyang School is that it goes directly from "Wang Zhengyue" to "Great Unification".

However, Dong Zhongshu's current opinions began to be vaguely mixed with his own thoughts, and the concept of "mandate of heaven" appeared, "correcting Shuo, changing clothes, regulating rituals and music, and unifying the world", involving the emperor's mandate, so He connected the Gongyang family's theory of great unity with his own idea of ​​the unity of nature and man.

Gongsun Hong was silent.

The views and opinions Dong Zhongshu expressed in that pavilion made him feel novel.

It turns out that the sentences in "The Legend of Gongyang in the Spring and Autumn Period" have such a meaning behind them?

But that's just a glimpse of the leopard. I asked Dong Zhongshu to explain the most classic sentence in Gongyang's biography, "In the first year of the Yin Dynasty, the first month of the Spring King", the result was that he could also get a self-contained point of view.

From that moment on, Gongsun Hong knew that the middle-aged man in front of him had mastered the classics and transformed them into his own.

After a moment, he sighed: "I didn't expect that at your age, you can have such a profound knowledge and understanding of the classics. I'm afraid that in less than two or three years, you will be far better than the old man. I have really grown so much." age."

If they were the same age, Gongsun Hong felt that he would have no confidence to communicate with the other party.

After all, even if it is an argument, both parties must be on the same level for the argument to be worthwhile. If the ideological gap is too large, then the party with a higher ideological level may not even want to deal with the other person.

Looking back at the age of thirty, he probably had just learned all kinds of classics, but he didn't have much knowledge of his own. He would definitely not be any better than the young people in the pavilion. It is estimated that Dong Zhongshu could do it in just a few words. Make yourself speechless.

"This junior just spread out some fantastic ideas based on the classics, which made you laugh." Dong Zhongshu said modestly.

Gongsun Hong pursed his lips, and then invited him, "I saw Dong Sheng alone, and he happened to have a carriage. Why don't we go together on the road to Chang'an, and we can also discuss some classics on the road."

Fortunately, they were all working on "Gongyang Zhuan", and relying on his years of experience, he was qualified to communicate with Dong Zhongshu.

Moreover, I am also quite interested in Dong Zhongshu's self-contained theory.

Dong Zhongshu cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, senior, for the invitation. I would rather be respectful than obey my orders."

(End of this chapter)