Chu Qing looked at Fu San with a complicated expression: "Third brother, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Fu San scratched the back of his head: "Isn't that right?"
"This is not about right or wrong, but..."
Chu Qing didn't know what to say. As soon as Fu San's words spread, as long as he went out, he would die if he heard about it.
Fu San argued with reason: "If that's not what it means, it can't be called slang."
"Brother, that's the Analects of Confucius, not the Confucius."
"But the housekeeper said it, in the Analects of Confucius, the same theory is said."
Chu Qing was stunned for a moment. It seemed that this was really the case. "Lun" was the same as "桡".
Bihua was obviously almost convinced of Fusan's evil deeds, and said, "If your parents are here, if you don't travel far away, you must travel well. This is also a sign of filial piety."
"Oh, what this means is that your parents are still here and can't run away. Even if you run away, he will definitely have a way to catch you and kill you."
Bihua's expression was shocked: "It makes sense!"
Chu Qing: "..."
Bihua stared at Fu San, thought for a moment, and then asked: "What's the point of making peace with it now that it's here?"
"What's so hard to understand?" Fu San said nonchalantly, "Since you're here, let's bury him here."
"Then if a gentleman is not serious, he is not powerful?"
"A gentleman has to hit people hard, otherwise he won't be able to establish prestige."
Chu Qing on the side suddenly felt thunder rolling from the sky, and looked at the third brother in shock.
Bihua asked again: "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, is this knowing?"
"You know what you need to know, and you don't know what you shouldn't know. You know." Fu San plucked his ears: "It's such a simple meaning, don't you understand?"
There was already a very strange look in Bihua's eyes: "Confucius traveled eastward and saw two children arguing about the sun?"
Fu San: "Confucius and his old man went to the east to beat people, and the two boys discussed whether the people who were beaten could see the sun tomorrow."
Bihua's face was full of admiration, and her eyes were filled with little stars.
When she followed Tao Ruolin, she definitely wanted to study, but she didn't want to read and always felt that she couldn't understand it.
As a result, when I heard Fu San's explanation, I immediately became enlightened. In one sentence, it made so much sense.
"Third brother." Chu Qing asked with a constipated expression on his face: "Then can you explain the meaning of learning without thinking leads to failure, and thinking without learning leads to peril?"
"Hey, young master, you are going to take the junior high school entrance examination. This will not be a problem for the junior high school students." Fu San chuckled: "Learning without thinking is a waste, thinking without learning is dangerous. What Confucius meant is , if you learn my kung fu but don’t learn my thoughts, you will be confused, but if you only follow my thoughts but don’t learn my kung fu, you will be beaten to death.”
Chu Qing opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute.
Bihua looked at Fu San with admiration: "Then I haven't seen the strong man, what do you think Fu San means?"
"What Confucius meant was that he had never seen anyone so strong that he couldn't kill him."
Bihua slapped her thigh: "That makes sense."
Chu Qing asked cautiously: "What about teaching without distinction?"
"When he teaches others how to behave, he never cares who they are."
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "You are talking complete nonsense."
"No, I just think this is what the old man means."
Just when Chu Qing was about to speak, Bi Hua slapped the table: "Yes, that's what it means. All the scholars in the world have learned it wrong!"
Chu Qing: "..."
Bihua looked excited: "It is recorded in "Lu Shi Chun Qiu" that Confucius' strength can reach the gates of a country, but he refuses to listen with strength. The same is true in "Liezi. Shuofu Pian". Confucius' strength can expand the gates of a country. But he refused to use his strength to hear it.”
Chu Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was speechless.
The general meaning of this is that Confucius was as strong as an ox and could lift the door bolt with his bare hands, but he didn't want others to know.
Thinking of this, Chu Qing's outlook began to collapse. He looked at the energetic Bihua, then at the Confucian master Fu San, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Four words, well-reasoned and well-founded, leaving no room for refutation!
"Well, you two keep chatting, I have to go out and calm down first."
Chu Qing stood up and ran out of the house.
He really didn't dare to listen any more. If Fu San's remarks, among other things, were to spread, he would easily be kicked to death by countless scholars in the capital as soon as he left the house.
This doesn't matter, the main reason is that Chu Qing feels that Fu San's opinion... seems to be correct.
Chu Qing has always had a position for himself, which is to hang out in the officialdom and keep climbing up.
A civil servant is definitely better than a military general, and what a civil servant relies on is Confucianism.
Fu San's simple words could be said to have left an indelible mark, or rather a shadow, in Chu Qing's heart.
Chu Qing was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would be brainwashed. If he were like Fu San in the future, how would he be able to mix among the civil servants? Not only would he not be able to understand, but he would also be easily beaten to death.
Standing on the steps, the adoring praises of "Miss Tao Family" came from behind. Chu Qing suddenly felt that Fu San was too unqualified to follow him.
There was a gentle breeze, mixed with a faint fragrance, Chu Qing turned his head, and a beautiful shadow came into view.
Tao Ruolin was yawning and patting her mouth gently, her eyes dim with sleep.
"Hey, Mr. Chu?" Seeing Chu Qing, Tao Ruolin's iconic smile appeared on her face: "You are here."
After finishing speaking, Tao Ruolin tilted her body and stretched her head to look at the main hall: "Why don't you enter the hall?"
Chu Qing said dumbfounded: "It's poisonous."
"poison?"
"What, let's get down to business."
Looking at Tao Ruolin who was wearing a long dress without a veil, a smile appeared on Chu Qing's lips.
In his previous life, he always heard someone say something eye-catching and eye-catching, but he had never been interested in the word eye-catching.
Now he somewhat understands that when he sees beautiful people or things, his mood will inexplicably improve.
Bihua's silly smile came from the main hall, and Tao Ruolin asked curiously: "What are they talking about and why are they laughing?"
"Discussing the Analects."
"The Analects of Confucius?" Tao Ruolin covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "My eldest lady doesn't know how to understand the Analects of Confucius."
Chu Qing was happy: "She doesn't understand, but my guard understands, Confucian master, haha."
"Your guard has read?"
Chu Qing laughed sarcastically.
This doesn't mean he has read a book. With Fusan's level of understanding, he should be writing a book.
It would be fine if there were a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, but in the eyes of Fu San, there were only two Confucius, the Confucius in the eyes of nine hundred and ninety nine scholars, and the Confucius in the eyes of Fu San. Kong Lishi, the social eldest brother.
Fortunately, I only read the Analects of Confucius with Guanjia Bao. If I had read a few more books, my father Chu Wensheng would have recommended Fu San to be the Minister of Rites. No, he would have to be the Prime Minister. Being the Prime Minister would be a humiliation. .
