Lin Ke only felt very disappointed with these people!
Confucianism was like this in the previous life, but I didn’t expect that this world is still like this!
Confucianism has always had mixed reputations.
Some people worry about the country and the people and devote themselves to their work.
Some people are selfish.
Some people spend their wealth and efforts just so that people can live a good life.
Some people are crazy about grabbing profits and lying on the people to suck their blood and eat their flesh.
What is the difference between the two worlds?
The only difference is that in the last generation of Confucianism, everyone still had to do at least superficial work.
What about this life?
Confucianism in this life has the most powerful fist!
As a result, their respective concepts, ideals, holy ways, etc. are all unscrupulous because of the support of fists.
You must know that the world's recognition of "Tao" does not depend on whether you are good to the people or not.
Your way is to kill all sentient beings, agree with me!
Your way is nothing but recognition!
Your way is survival of the fittest, agree!
Your way is three, six or nine, I agree!
Your way is to save all sentient beings, I still agree with you!
As long as your understanding and explanation of Tao is profound enough and logical enough, you will be recognized for your Tao that day.
Just like in human eyes, some cruel things are just the survival of the fittest in nature.
The same is true for Heaven’s identification with Tao.
Of course, there are only three holy paths so far, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, which lead directly to the highest realm.
However, in Confucianism and Taoism, because of the "eclectic approach" of the Confucian sages, Confucian scholars have all kinds of ideas.
Some people feel that "I won't do anything to benefit the world by plucking a hair", and they become extreme egoists.
Some people think that "youyou's humble status is dispensable" and they have become class-solidified conservatives.
And now it seems that Lin Ke's "father" is the holder of this twisted class stereotype.
Class solidification was not absent in previous lives.
For example, Asan's caste system is very similar to today's caste system.
Another example is the Roman Empire in history, which was one of the empires that implemented class solidification as a policy.
Of course, they are just similar.
But just the similarity was enough to make Lin Ke feel sick.
Anyone who is used to flying high will hate being stuck in the mud!
Countless people in previous lives criticized the college entrance examination, but the college entrance examination is a straight road to heaven.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary university, but many of his high school classmates came from rural families.
They themselves broke through the shackles of class through hard work. Some of them were admitted to the Qingbei Jiaofu School and earned an annual salary of four to five million yuan upon graduation.
Some were admitted to first-class colleges and universities, and after graduation, they were admitted to civil servants and public institutions, and became members of the system from ordinary people.
There are also people who become rich, and the whole village benefits.
In short, it was the most beautiful era.
Everyone can improve through reading and learning.
It doesn’t matter which section chief you are the son of. I am a graduate student at Tsinghua University. If I am admitted to the civil service, I will be at the deputy section level.
It doesn’t matter which boss’s son you are. I have a master’s degree in a certain subject. I can live a prosperous life whether I work for a big company or start my own business.
Those were the best of times!
Until now?
Do some humble people still want to be officials?
Beautiful thought!
well……
Lin Ke looked at the unknown middle-aged man in front of him: "Do you...really want to do this?"
The voice was not loud, but it was filled with strong disappointment.
Li Chunggang, who was confronting this strong man and Jingzhao Yin Zuosi, was startled, and there was a slight change in Lin Ke's eyes.
He naturally knows some of the opinions revealed by his disciples when studying history books.
In the audience, whether it was Butcher Zhang who had woken up, or Wang Lin, Shopkeeper Tong and others, their expressions changed slightly.
They all knew that Lin Ke had great revenge in his mind.
But at this time, Lin Ke actually showed such a disappointed expression directly to a strong man from the Criminal Department, which showed how disappointed he was.
"Are we like this?" The strong man looked at Lin Ke casually and didn't care: "How are you doing?"
After the strong man finished speaking, he looked at Li Chungang and Jingzhao Yin Zuosi.
In his eyes, these two people are the trouble.
"Li Daru, Qiu Daru, you two should either go outside the city to start a quarrel, or stop, otherwise both the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment will question you two."
After the unknown strong man finished speaking, he specifically said to Li Chungang:
"Li Chungang, Lord Shangshu is worried about you becoming a great Confucian scholar, but he doesn't want you to still be stubborn and confront Lord Qiu for some untouchables. Have you thought about what to say to Lord Shangshu?"
"It's not me who is obsessed with understanding." Li Chungang looked cold and hard: "The way of Confucius and Saints is by no means inferior, but teaching without distinction."
"That's the way of Confucius in your eyes." The unknown strong man shook his head: "Confucius deeply hated the arrogance of etiquette by scholar-bureaucrats and princes, which shows his definition of the collapse of etiquette and the destruction of music... Forget it, I don't agree with you. Say this."
"So, in your eyes, the lives of Chen Pingping and Chen An are still not as good as those of Jingzhao Yin Zuosi's son?" However, at this time, Lin Ke spoke up again.
"Presumptuous!" The unknown strong man frowned, turned around, and a strong aura burst out from his body.
Li Chungang instantly came to Lin Ke to block the momentum, and said in a deep voice to Lin Ke: "Teacher was known as the Bloody Hand Massacre, and he killed many corrupt officials with high honors... Teacher is standing here with you. Side!"
Lin Ke nodded slowly when he heard this. After thinking about it again and again, he spoke again: "The high autumn wind roared in August..."
Recite poetry!
Lin Ke only has two powers that he can use now!
One is chopping firewood, but it's not enough in front of that strong man!
What about the other one?
The power from the sages of past lives!
"Reciting poetry?"
Everyone on the field was stunned for a moment.
What is the use of reciting poetry at this juncture?
Unless it can reach the point of crying ghosts and gods like the previous song, it is basically useless!
But how can ghosts and gods be so easy to cry?
However, at this moment, the sky suddenly became gloomy and the wind began to howl.
Just like the poem in Lin Ke's mouth.
The autumn wind roars in August!
"...Roll up the triple thatch on my house." Lin Ke's voice was firm, and an aura naturally appeared around his body.
He walked forward slowly, the strong man missing from his eyes.
But such momentum left the strong man speechless.
The unknown strong man and Li Chungang both stopped.
Next to him, Jingzhao Yin Zuosi and his son looked at Lin Ke in surprise.
Because what Lin Ke said in his poem is "the howling wind in autumn"!
Their last name just happens to be Qiu!
As long as Lin Ke's poems are loud enough, they will be infamy for thousands of years!
And looking at the reaction shown in Lin Ke's poem now, this kind of vision is definitely more than just Baili Xiang!
"... Mao flies across the river and spreads across the riverside suburbs. The tall ones hang on the treetops and the lower ones float around the Shen Tang Au.
A group of children in the south village deceived me because I was old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it.
He carried the grass into the bamboos, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the autumn desert turns dark.
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside.
There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped.
Since my period is disordered and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of thousands of vast buildings in Ande, which can shelter everyone in the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain, unmoving in the wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! "
The poem is finished!
