Langya Wang Clan Rules: If there are two sons in the family, one of them must choose one for civil and military purposes.
This family rule has been established since the Qin Dynasty and continues to this day. Let alone martial arts, the Wang family started with martial arts. Since the ancestors of the pre-Qin Dynasty Wang Jian, Wang Ben and Wang Li, there has been no shortage of famous generals, and Wen has not fallen behind. , such as Wang Rong, one of the "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove", Wang Rong, one of the "Eight Friends of Jingling", and calligraphy masters Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, etc. are all timeless.
To this day, Wang Zhi's father's martial arts practice is only mediocre, but his uncle Wang Dan Congwen is very good at it. In the third year of Daguan, he was promoted to Jinshi, and he was appointed as a senior official and one of the nine ministers. The minister of the temple only returned to his hometown last year and became the head of the Langya Wang clan.
I think the ancestors of the Wang family must have understood that eggs cannot be put in the same basket.
When it comes to Wang Zhi's generation, it can be said that things have turned upside down. This boy is tall and strong, and he is very brave and fights hard. He fights and fights all day long, and uses endless strength. He should be a good candidate for martial arts. Just because he memorized some Tang poems as a child, he was forced into the academy. The eldest son Wang Xun could not be considered weak, but he was not strong either. He could only be regarded as an ordinary person. He also liked poetry, calligraphy and painting, and was quite accomplished. But he was arranged to join the army.
The family ancestors cursed Wang Zhen and his wife more than once for being blind. They took the horses to plow the fields, but the oxen were put on saddles and whipped to run away.
Wang Zhi also regretted hearing what Zhong said, and wanted to slap himself twice. Why couldn't he control his words in the first place? How could he be a hero by using the memory of future generations to decorate his writings?
But now he couldn't change things anymore, so Wang Zhi could only be driven to school by his mother-in-law in a depressed mood.
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The spring breeze in March was still a bit harsh. In front of the palace gate, Wang Zhi tightened the white Confucian shirt uniformly worn by Taixue students, greeted Wang Fu and Wang Gui, and walked to the inner city first.
Enter the inner city from Xuanhe Street to the west and pass the old Cao Gate, then turn left through Wheat Straw Lane, Zhuangyuan Building, cross the Cai River, and arrive at Dongheng Street, the Imperial Street. The highest institution of learning in the Zhao and Song dynasties, Taixue, is located here. this.
Outsiders were not allowed to enter Taixue. As long as there were well-educated students of suitable age who had a certain background, they could enter Taixue to observe. However, due to the large number of people and difficulty in management, it was stipulated that non-registered students could only park in the outer courtyard of Taixue, and the inner courtyard was They couldn't get in, so Wang Fu and Wang Gui followed Wang Zhi into the outer courtyard of Taixue and then separated, leaving Wang Zhi to enter the inner courtyard alone.
At this moment, when it was time to start fasting, the students in the inner courtyard were walking towards their own dining halls in a bustling manner.
The Zhaitang at this time, like the classes of later generations, also had its own Zhaitang. There were thirty people in each Zhaitang, and there were Zhaizhang and academic administrators, that is, class leaders and teachers of later generations. They mainly taught classics, theory, poetry, and poetry. Legal studies.
"Aba, Aba...hey! This way, this way..."
As soon as Pu was admitted to the hospital, Wang Zhi heard someone shouting loudly. He just glanced at the crowd and saw a tall and thin student waving to him. Yes, this 'Aba' was waving to Wang Zhi. , and who else can be the student who knows this nickname and can shout it so smoothly?
I saw that this student was eight feet tall, half a head taller than Wang Zhi. He was as thin as a bamboo pole. He stood out among the crowd and was hard to miss.
This tall and thin student was Wang Zhi's classmate and best friend at Taixue, and he was also a private friend. He was Qin Jiuzhao, the son of Qin Ji, a doctor in the upper echelon of the dynasty and the secretary's young eunuch.
Wang Zhi walked through the crowd in his direction. When he came to him, he put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile, "Abacus, what's wrong? Did you miss me after a week?"
'Abacus' was the nickname given to Qin Jiuzhao by Wang Zhi. It was just because Qin Jiuzhao was very good at arithmetic that he got this nickname, but it was definitely not because of his special badness. Wang Zhi refused to admit it.
And 'Aba' is the nickname Wang Zhi gave himself, because he said that he was extremely powerful and had the courage of the overlord of Western Chu, so he called him 'Abba', oh no... it was 'Aba'.
"I miss you so much that I miss Tianling Gai. If you don't come to Taixue today, the scholar, the scholar, and the fat man will skip class today to look for you."
"What's wrong? You didn't owe money to any gambling house again, and someone came to collect the debt, right? I just helped you pay back fifty taels of silver last time, and you're going to gamble again?"
Wang Zhi was a little suspicious, he was good at gambling, and he often lost his money. He was called for debts, and then he asked his brothers for help. This kind of thing was not uncommon.
"Oh no!!"
"Is it because the scholar made a mistake and got stained with flowers and willows?"
"No, no, it's almost time to fast, let's go, talk as we go."
Qin Jiuzhao put his arm around Wang Zhi's neck and walked towards the dining hall, and approached him and asked: "Do you still remember the quarrel between you and Liu Xuezheng last week?"
"Of course I remember, what's wrong?"
If it weren't for the quarrel with Liu Xuezheng in the dining hall last week, Wang Zhi wouldn't have been kicked out of the school. He was so angry that he didn't come to Taixue for a week.
"Do you remember what you said?"
"You said he had pus on his head, sores on the soles of his feet, and gave birth to a son without a butthole?"
Qin Jiuzhao's face darkened, "I didn't say this behind my back, I said it in the dining hall."
"We talked too much in the dining hall. I can't remember it anymore. I'm telling you something. Tell me, what's going on?"
"It's the saying 'Three hundred and sixty lines, any line can make you holy'"
"What's wrong with this sentence?"
"What's wrong? There's big trouble!"
"Why is this such a big trouble?"
Wang Zhi had an impression of this sentence. He recalled that on that morning, Liu Xuezheng was giving a lecture on the stage. What he said was eloquent and the sky was falling. When Wang Dazi heard it, his head was buzzing and he was drowsy. Just as teachers in later generations would name and criticize their students when they saw this behavior, Wang Dazi was also named and criticized by Liu Xuezheng.
At first, Wang Zhi didn't care. He was just being criticized. It wasn't the first time, so it didn't matter. However, Liu Xuezheng kicked his nose and started a personal attack on Wang Zhi, saying that he had little knowledge, no ambition, and a lack of ambition. Without a teacher and a sage in his heart, it will be difficult for him to achieve anything in the future. He also asked all students not to learn from him, so as not to waste their good years and have a lifelong career in the future.
He is being pointed in the nose and scolded for being useless. He, Liu Xuezheng, is not our father and mother. With the arrogant temperament of Wang Da University, can we bear it? It must be unbearable.
Ever since, this drama of scolding between teachers and students started.
Wang Zhi replied that he could only read dead books and memorize dead theories, but he didn’t know why the sun rose in the east and set in the west, why the moon waxed and waned, why people grew old, sick, and died, and where they came from and where they were going.
The saints wrote theorems to help the world get rid of ignorance and open their minds, so that future generations can open their eyes to see the world, understand the laws of nature and human desires, understand the rules of the world, explore the mysteries of the universe, and create infinite possibilities for limited lives.
Everything in the world has its own laws and rules to follow. We and other future generations need to put down their books, use their eyes to see, use their ears to listen, use their brains to think, and use their bodies to practice. Only by studying things can we gain knowledge.
Instead of letting you bunch of rotten people stare at those "stupid ones" all day long, study and study on a few tunes, and study and study to write some crazy things, and even the ghosts will shake their heads after reading them.
After saying these words, Wang Zhi asked Xiangzhong Tongzhai students: Come on, let me ask you, what are the intentions of the ancient sages in writing books and teachings?
Among them, the most common answer is: educate all people.
Then Wang Zhi asked: Since it is to educate all people, let me ask you, how many families of ordinary people can study?
Everyone was silent, and Wang Zhi asked again: Let me ask you again, why did the ancients write in short words?
At this time, Zhai Nei's answers were a bit varied, covering everything.
I also heard Wang Zhi speak an answer like a child's babble after suppressing everyone. He said: The reason why the ancients wrote in short words is very simple. It is just because the ancients did not have paper, so they could only record on leather, bamboo slips, and even turtle shells. , then naturally it is recorded that ten sentences are made into five sentences, and five sentences are made into one sentence. If the ancients had paper like we do now, and can record unlimitedly, do you think they would still care about it?
Just when everyone started to laugh and think deeply, Wang Zhi pointed to Liu Xuezheng above and cursed: You rotten scholars are better off reading the books of the sages and reciting the words of the sages. You keep saying that you are spreading cultural ideas for the sages, but you don’t think about how. To educate all the people, they only think about how to set up a threshold and shut out all the people in the world, so that they can only enjoy the grace of the sages and gain power and wealth for themselves.
Paper was made in ancient times so that people all over the world can read and be wise. You are better off. You would rather wipe your butts with it than write more words. The sage Kong said, "When three people are walking together, there must be one teacher." Go and ask the children on the roadside. , every kid knows what it means.
what about you? What are the words that people can’t understand? What are you talking about, such as “The Duke of Zhou is making pictures, and Yu is working on the bamboo basket”, and such as “I am sleepy at night, and I am sleeping in peace, and Zha Ta is Hong Xiu”. Look, what the hell are these things? , I’m afraid even Confucius and Mencius would be confused after hearing this. The saints and sages in the sky have seen that you unworthy descendants are still unwilling to make progress after thousands of years, and you are still staring at those ancient sayings and pulling on the holy words. The banners are saying things that even ghosts cannot understand. I wonder if they will come back to you in anger and ask what is the Holy Word?
At that time, all the students in the Zhai Zhai were dumbfounded when they heard Wang Zhi's nonsense. They were all students who had grown up accepting Confucian cultural ideas. The idea of the king of heaven and earth being the master, and the idea of respecting teachers and respecting Tao had long been ingrained in their hearts. Gen, they have never seen a student yelling at the teacher. This guy must have lost his mind and gone crazy. But after thinking about it carefully, it seems that... it also makes some sense.
Liu Xuezheng was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at him and said for a long time: You are unreasonable.
Wang Zhi replied proudly at that time: Am I being unreasonable? I'm being unreasonable! I am being unreasonable and unreasonable towards you group of rotten scholars who steal the fruits of sages and talk a lot but never do practical things. When I go to bed and fast, I disdain to listen to you talking about these big principles that have no practical meaning. You say that I have no ambition...
Do you know my ambition?
