Back at the Imperial College, Han You had another class.
He is still the old doctor who shakes his head and walks as if he is going to die at any moment. Once he starts teaching, he is full of energy. For two hours, his voice is like a bell without any hoarseness. He just drinks a few sips of tea to moisten his throat. Enough confidence.
Han You didn't sleep this time. He listened patiently and tried his best to understand and understand.
He did so thanks to Ye Wenqi, the director of the Imperial College.
This young Si Ye seemed to have an inexplicable magical power, which made Han You change his mentality unconsciously.
You must know that Han You is a very "stubborn" person at heart, just like the old horse in the house.
When a person has experienced a lot and seen a lot, it is difficult to be convinced. This is not a sign of immaturity, because even if he cannot be convinced, he still retains his own opinions and will not engage in meaningless arguments.
Just like experts say that it is not recommended to climb a tree after a mudslide, Han You will not argue, because this fart makes sense. Who would climb a tree if it can reach the sky? But climbing a tree is indeed dangerous, so there is no point in arguing.
He didn't like Confucianism. He changed it again and again, licked it again and again, and was completely ruined by generations of Confucian scholars.
But Wen Qi used a few short words to make Han You fall into deep thought.
Confucianism, Confucianism, and Confucian scholars must be clearly distinguished, as they represent different meanings. Confucianism is dead and fundamental.
Confucianism is a group that advocates Confucianism and takes Confucianism as its root.
As for Confucian scholars, they are people who study Confucianism.
Confucianism has never taught how to govern people's livelihood or how to rejuvenate a country. Among hundreds of scholars, most of them do not talk about "practicality".
But Confucianism is also a "one", not an offensive one, but the starting point of everything.
Before you become a human being, you must understand what is good and evil.
Before doing something, you need to understand what is right and wrong.
How to keep your original intention in mind when doing things.
After doing something, how to keep up the good work.
Understanding Confucianism can only be regarded as understanding how to be a person. If you want to do things, you need to learn more knowledge.
Wen Qi's last words, longing for the supervisors to "see the world", could be said to have been lingering in Han You's mind for three days, lingering in Han You's mind for a long time.
This Si Ye must have been extremely disappointed with the Confucian scholars, the scholars, and the courtiers.
They studied Confucianism thoroughly, learned the essence, and learned it by heart. However, they became Confucian students under the guise of Confucianism, but they did not follow what Confucianism teaches. Be clear about differences.
Si Ye likes Confucianism and respects Confucianism.
Si Ye hates Confucian scholars and despairs of them.
Unknowingly, the bell rang, everyone saluted, and the old doctor was the first to leave.
Han You quickly chased after him, startling the old doctor.
"You...you, you, you, what are you going to do!"
Han You bowed and said, "Student, I don't understand something. I hope you can answer your questions."
The old doctor waved his hands repeatedly: "I am too old to answer questions for General Han."
"Sit there." Han You pointed to the empty seat: "Don't push me."
"oh."
The doctor was honest and was afraid of being embarrassed. He waved his hand to the group of supervising students to leave quickly.
After everyone was gone, the old doctor stood up again.
Han You: "Sit down."
"I'll do it standing still."
"I'll let you sit!"
The old doctor sat down with a frown on his face. He thought that if he stood, he could start faster when running.
After Han You saluted again, he sat in front of the doctor.
"The student is confused about something."
"You...you said, but...but I can't guarantee that I can answer your questions..."
The doctor hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "Is it illegal if I don't answer?"
"You can answer, it's a very simple question."
"I answered it. Is it illegal?"
"Why are you so cowardly?" Han You said anxiously: "You are the Imperial Academy Supervisor!"
The old doctor said helplessly: "You are a member of the former dynasty...you are the deputy commander of the emperor's personal army."
"I ask you, what is a Confucian scholar?"
"The way of a gentleman."
"The way of a gentleman?" Han You was confused: "Why does this involve the way of a gentleman?"
The doctor picked up the tea cup and was about to shake his head when he asked with a smile: "Are you drinking?"
"Drink quickly and answer after drinking."
"Oh, I still don't want to drink anymore."
The doctor put down his tea cup: "A Confucian scholar should be a gentleman."
"Gentleman?"
"Yes, if you ask the Confucian scholars in the world, if anyone says he is not a gentleman, then he is definitely not a Confucian scholar."
"A gentleman is his behavior, and a Confucian scholar is his identity. I still don't quite understand."
"If the behavior is not that of a gentleman, and it is not the behavior of a gentleman, how can you have the courage and face to call yourself a Confucian scholar?"
Han You seemed to understand: "You mean to say that many Confucian scholars are hypocrites?"
"Hey, don't dare say this nonsense."
The doctor shook his head repeatedly, and then changed the subject: "Are you sincerely seeking advice, rather than seeking trouble?"
"If you go around in circles with me, I will really cause trouble for you."
"Okay, let me have a brief chat."
"Shallow."
"A gentleman needs to learn the six arts. Confucian scholars call themselves gentlemen, but the ones who are good at them are the eight arts."
The old doctor's face changed. Inadvertently, he straightened his back, as if he had just been teaching in class, and his voice was like a bell.
"The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and arithmetic. The first is etiquette. It is to educate the princes in the way. The six arts are taught. The first is called five etiquette, the second is called six music, the third is called five archery, and the fourth is called five. Yu, five means six books, six means nine numbers..."
Han You interrupted: "Speak in plain language."
"What does it mean in vernacular?"
"The way people in the market talk."
"Okay." The old doctor nodded slightly, and then said loudly: "Six Arts: When you go to court, you can fucking persuade people, you can write notes, when you get off work, you go to the brothel, you can fucking evaluate musical instruments, bells and drums. I don’t know where the dog-faced person came from and said he was a scholar-official. He went to the battlefield, drew a bow and shot arrows to defend his country, drove a chariot across the battlefield to guard the people, learned a lot, dismounted and became an official without being cheated, and knew how much taxes were collected under his rule. Silver, these are the six arts of a gentleman, what a gentleman should do!"
Han You grinned and was speechless for a while.
The old doctor's face turned red: "It was General Han who asked me to speak plainly."
"I didn't ask you to curse, but..."
Han You seemed to have some kind of enlightenment: "What about today's Confucian scholars?"
The doctor sighed: "I am not proficient in the six arts, but I am only proficient in eight elegances."
"Baya?"
"Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, incense, flowers, tea."
"That gentleman thinks that one should be proficient in the six arts or master the eight elegances."
"Baya."
Han You smiled bitterly.
The Imperial College, indeed the Imperial College, would never let me down when it came to disappointment.
"Understood."
Han You stood up and said angrily: "Don't reveal my identity to others, otherwise the coffin board will be lifted by you."
"I know." The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "General Han is relieved. How dare you, an old man and a ninth-grade academic officer, not care about life and death."
Han You had already left, but he turned around and was extremely confused: "You are already in your fifties or sixties, how can you be a ninth-grade person?"
"Because of old age..." The old doctor lowered his head and said calmly: "Because of old age, he only knows the six arts and is not proficient in eight elegances, nor does he want to be proficient in eight elegances."
Han You's expression changed drastically, and he repeatedly raised his hands: "May I ask your name, sir?"
"Yongzhou, Jia Aoxiong."
Han You took a breath, this name... was so fierce.
