Everyone was attentive, only to hear Xiong Wuliang smile freely and say simply: "Each of the hundreds of schools of thought has its own strengths, and they can all be said to be 'excellent' in their respective fields."
"If you have to ask me to comment..."
"The real learning is the art of employing people! The art of employing people!" Xiong Wuliang made the final decision.
All the masters were stunned... I originally thought that Xiong Wuliang was trying to avoid the important and take advantage of the easy... I didn't expect that the last explanation turned out to be quite reasonable.
really.
What Xiong Wuliang said just now has a very clear context——
First, it defines the advantages and disadvantages of knowledge - it is considered to be excellent if it is beneficial to the country, the country and the people.
Then he pointed out that each school of thought has its own strengths, and how to employ talents is the key.
The words are logically rigorous and easy to understand, which is enough to justify the wild statement that "there is no explicit learning in the world"... In the end, the masters of all schools were satisfied, and the trap insidiously set by the Confucian giant was cleverly solved.
Huang Xie couldn't help but admire - such a well-founded and clear-cut dialogue... If it could be recorded and polished a little, it would be a masterpiece.
With this in mind, he glanced at the Confucian disciples who were still diligently copying the books...
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In fact, what Xiong Wuliang just said was not a moment of quick wit - it was his true view of governance.
It's not okay for Qin Shi Huang to burn books and entrap Confucianism, nor is it okay for Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to only respect Confucianism - in short, this 'one size fits all' approach to governance is really a bit reckless.
The best state is when a hundred schools of thought contend and everyone performs their duties.
Since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty "exclusively respected Confucianism", the Central Plains has only relied on Confucianism to discuss its strengths and weaknesses... There have been many stories of "laymen leading experts".
Officials in the court are not those who are capable, but those who are well-educated in Confucianism... These people may have strong learning ability, but they may not be qualified for their jobs.
Bad things like the Minister of the Ministry of Industry can't tell the difference between a blacksmith and a carpenter, and the Minister of the Ministry of War can't fight... It's not uncommon in the Song and Ming dynasties at the back.
What about work, you ask? Master, do it!
It is true that there are all-rounders among Confucian scholars who can fight, but Xiong Wuliang still believes that such talents are very few. In more cases, "professional matters must be left to professional people."
Having said that, there are very few lucky scholars who have the opportunity to 'lead by outsiders and lead by experts'.
Thousands of Confucian scholars have spent their entire lives studying the classics, and the vast majority of them may not have contributed as much to their country as an uneducated farmer.
And the most terrifying thing about "exclusively respecting Confucianism" is that Confucianism has since lost all competitors in the land of China, and its own spirit and blood have been worn away over thousands of years... and it has become rigid and cowardly. .
In the end, it became a tool of rule under the machete of foreigners.
The entire dining hall fell into silence.
Both the masters of various sects and the students of the academy were silently meditating...
The Confucian giant's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but could not.
Huang Xie and Le Yi looked at each other and smiled, amazed in their hearts - Xiong Wuliang could make a reasonable and well-founded argument in a very short time... Logically speaking, the Confucian giant has lost.
Le Yi looked at Xiong Wuliang and couldn't help but praise and admire him - Marquis Quyang is really an all-rounder...
Xiong Wuliang cleared his throat, looked at the Confucian giant, and said with a smile: "What does the Confucian giant think?"
Silence, deathly silence!
Silence, deathly silence!
Many masters and students looked at the Confucian school with joking eyes... Their faces were gray and black, and their expressions were as heavy as if their parents had just died.
The eyes of the Confucian disciple who had been busy writing were dull. He raised his head and looked at the Confucian giant, and his lips moved: "Um...are you still copying?"
The Confucian giant turned blue.
copy? What else are you copying?
This damn Xiong Wuliang talked so eloquently that he couldn't even find an angle to argue with.
In terms of debate, the Confucian giant has been defeated.
I originally wanted my disciples to record Xiong Wuliang's ridiculous remarks so that Confucianism could be famous in history, but as a result...
The face of the Confucian giant was beaten red and swollen!
I couldn't argue for a while, so I became angry and embarrassed.
Except for the Confucian giant, the other masters of the various sects all nodded repeatedly, deeply believing that Xiong Wuliang's remarks were correct.
In particular, the masters of schools such as farmers and military strategists, who have always been poor at speaking, are often at a disadvantage in usual debates, but now they are described by Xiong Wuliang as outstanding scholars in their respective fields, at least as good as Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, Taoism and other major schools. .
At this moment, he felt proud and proud, and the eyes of everyone looking at the Confucian family were full of amusement.
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Xiong Wuliang looked at the purple-faced Confucian giant and smiled brightly——
How dare you bet against me?
Don’t you know that I am the ‘God of Gamblers’?
Disciples of the Legalist school, the arch-enemies of Confucianism, even gloated: "Confucian giant, we all think that the words of Marquis Quyang are very good!"
"What else do you have to say now?"
Huang Xie originally wanted to calm down the matter, but at this moment he shut his mouth and looked at the Confucian School group coldly, with an expression that seemed to add insult to injury.
They've gone too far!
For the sake of the fame of Confucianism, he even put the future of the entire academy at risk.
Who took you in when you fled from the country of Qi and were as frightened as a bereft dog? Who provides food, shelter, and treats you as honored guests, so that you can continue your studies with peace of mind?
It’s Quyang Academy!
It’s Marquis Quyang!
Repaying kindness with hatred, and now shooting oneself in the foot can be regarded as God's will.
Being squeezed into this situation now is really what you deserve!
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The figure of the Confucian giant trembled, and his lips moved in front of everyone... as if he wanted to argue something, but could not speak.
Many Confucian disciples looked even more embarrassed.
The Confucian giant couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and after a moment, he spat out a mouthful of old blood!
He wanted to fulfill his bet, so he drew his sword and killed himself...but he couldn't do it.
If he committed suicide, wouldn't all the Confucian disciples and masters behind him... also fulfill their bets and commit suicide together?
The masters of Confucianism are all here. If they commit suicide collectively... Confucianism will be equivalent to being destroyed as a school!
"teacher……"
"Master!"
All the Confucian disciples were in chaos, trying to support the Confucian giant.
The Confucian tycoon waved his hands with difficulty, and led a group of disciples out of the dining hall in despair...
This bet is destined to be unfulfilled.
I originally wanted to make Confucianism famous and famous for future generations by running against Xiong Wuliang... But now I am not only speechless by Xiong Wuliang's words, but also unable to fulfill the bet... I am famous, but I am afraid it is infamous!
Confucianism is already a source of laughter...
The Confucian giant left in despair and had no intention of staying any longer. He could only lead a group of Confucian disciples with dull eyes and difficulty in accepting the reality to leave...
Blanch!
I shouldn't offend that damn Marquis Quyang!
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