Han You found that the Imperial College was not as boring as he thought.
There is a young Si Ye who admires Confucianism and despises Confucian scholars.
There are also so-called sons of ministers who are the most knowledgeable among the supervisors and are devoted to making money.
There is also a ninth-grade old and sour scholar who is proficient in the six arts and despises the eight elegances.
It was almost noon, and the students of the Imperial College walked out of each hall to find servants to get food, or left the Imperial College directly to skip classes in the afternoon.
Han You ate half of a roast chicken in the morning, but he wasn't hungry at all and walked casually in the Imperial Academy.
Walking casually, I unknowingly came to the depths of the Imperial College, with beautiful scenery, rockery, small ponds, and several pavilions with gentle breeze.
Although this is the Imperial College, it is not a place where the prison students can move around at will. Several wooden houses have their doors open, and there should be some elderly academic officers taking a rest inside.
Just when Han You was looking for a pavilion to sit for a while, he suddenly heard a quarrel.
Following the sound, I saw two masters in Confucian robes. They were both middle-aged men, about forty years old. They looked like that, nothing different from ordinary people. They were holding rulers and glaring at each other angrily.
"It's only harmful to attack heretics. That's not the intention. Mr. Zhu, don't mislead others."
"Fuck your mother!" The older Confucian scholar puffed his beard and glared: "If you don't criticize, you have to let it go, you have to scold, you have to scold, then you can put an end to the dissent!"
"Any disagreement must be eradicated. How could such a big-hearted attitude be the work and intention of Confucius?"
"Confucius acted vigorously and resolutely, and he would never tolerate such differences!"
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
The older academic officer became anxious and shouted loudly in the other person's face.
The person being called didn't show any confusion at all. He directly pushed Ling to the ground and beat him while riding on him.
Under Han You's stunned attention, the two started riding. Within a moment, both of them were bruised and swollen, hugging each other and rolling around. They were talking just now, but now they were spitting, as if they were fighting with the two gangsters.
Han You was dumbfounded.
Are all the academic officers of the Imperial College so cruel, ready to attack at the slightest disagreement?
Just when Han You was looking for a shady place to watch the fun, a man walked out of the wooden house in the distance, grabbed two swords, came to the two people rolling together and threw the swords on the ground.
"Today, one of you two must die."
The person who came was none other than Ye Wenqi, the director of the Imperial College, with an expressionless face.
After Wen Qi said something lightly, the two academic officers, who were attacking their father's enemies, stopped, stood up, picked up the sword, gave it back to Wen Qi, and left with curses.
As a result, after walking dozens of meters away, they didn't know what they said again. They laughed like friends for many years, cupped their hands at each other, and dispersed.
Looking at Wen Qi again, holding a sword in one hand, he came behind a tree, seemed to say something, and left with the sword in his hand.
Han You was dumbfounded. Are these academic officials normal? Why is Wen Qi talking to Huan Dashu? The Imperial Academy does not train officials, but instead trains tree spirits?
Curious Han You walked over, but was shocked when he arrived.
It turned out that there was someone behind the tree, who was also an academic officer. He was in his 70s and 80s, with a lot of gray hair and beard. Han You was standing beside him, not moving at all, just looking at the big tree.
"Uncle, no, sir, what are you doing here..."
"roll!"
The old man cursed without looking back.
"You're crazy."
Han You felt strange in his heart. What kind of monsters are there in the Imperial Academy?
Too lazy to pay attention to this old man who seemed to have a weak mind, Han You walked back, fearing that a senior officer in a trench coat would suddenly come out and pull off his trench coat without saying a word and laugh.
Apart from anything else, the Imperial College's curriculum is very full, with two classes in the morning, one class in the afternoon, and a half-hour "self-study" session.
Han You felt that he had learned enough today.
Si Ye Wen Qi and Doctor Jia Ao Xiong made him vaguely understand a truth.
Confucianism needs to be combined with reality and complement each other.
Brother Yuan scolded him angrily for a long time just wearing a wedding dress and not lighting up a cigarette. Just wearing a wedding dress... No, optical Confucianism is only about "oneself". Relying on Confucianism to become an official is not enough.
A good official, even if he does not read the Four Books and Five Classics, at least restrains himself according to the requirements of Confucianism.
However, being familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics may not necessarily make you a good official who can ask for orders for the people.
The most important thing is that Confucianism is Confucianism, Confucianism is Confucianism, and Confucian scholars are Confucian scholars.
"Fuck!"
Han You suddenly understood. He finally understood where Wen Qi's sadness came from.
The smarter the people are, the more educated they are, the more powerful they are, those Confucian scholars, once they do evil, they will be more harmful than anyone else.
A common man got anxious and killed several people.
An elite who is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics becomes an official and does evil, harming not only one person and his family, but thousands of families!
This is Wen Qi's sadness.
Among the graduates from the Imperial College, there are those who are well-established and work for the family, while those who are not well-established are recruited by aristocratic families. There are nearly a hundred people who leave the Imperial College every year. How many of these hundreds of people will ask for orders for the people after becoming officials?
And isn't this the biggest drawback of the Zhou Dynasty today?
Han You walked out of the Imperial College, while Wang Hai was still squatting on the spot, looking back and forth with his small but increasingly alert eyes, trying to see what the difference was between these prison students who had received the best education and others.
There was a "bang" and the heavy rain came at a moment's notice.
Han You hurriedly ran to the tree, and Wang Hai yelled at the soldiers: "You guys are blind, you can't see my young master in the rain, why don't you go find an umbrella quickly!"
No matter how lush the ancient trees were, they could not withstand the heavy rain. In the blink of an eye, both of them were drowned.
Han You was unfazed and said with a smile: "I haven't seen dad for a few days. Let's go see him later."
"The master may not be in Jingzhao Mansion. Due to the military incident these days, Jingzhao Mansion and Honglu Temple are both in the West City."
"Too."
Seeing that the rain would not stop for a while, Wang Hai asked curiously: "Master, did you learn anything when you entered school today?"
"How should I put it? I may have learned something, but I'm more confused."
"Puzzled?"
"Yeah, I'm confused. I don't know who to look for to resolve the confusion in my heart."
"Then can you talk to me? I also want to be confused."
Han You burst into laughter: "Confucianism, Confucianism, you know, they are both Confucianism, but the meanings are completely different. I like Mohism, but I cannot deny the contribution of Confucianism. The two concepts are also different. How to put it, I don't know. Should I hate Confucianism, because I find that I don’t seem to understand Confucianism anymore?”
Just as Wang Hai was about to speak, the soldier ran over holding an oil umbrella.
"The little one seems to understand a little bit."
Wang Hai opened an oil umbrella: "Confucianism is an umbrella, and Confucianism is you. When it rains, the umbrella will protect you from the rain."
Han You was confused: "What nonsense is this?"
"I don't even know, I'm just talking nonsense." Wang Hai laughed happily: "God is fair. When it rains, everyone in the capital will get wet, but the people in Bei City can only run away. How can anyone give them a handover?" You have an umbrella, because you are a Confucian student of the Imperial Academy, why won’t the umbrella come? If you were a commoner, how could anyone pass it to you?”
Han You's expression changed: "Go on."
"When I was young, I felt that Confucianism was an umbrella that could protect not only the common people, but also the aristocratic families and officials. But now it can only protect the aristocratic families and officials."
After a pause, Wang Hai smiled shyly: "I have learned nineteen characters recently. I feel like I am going to become rich soon. Don't be ridiculous."
"If you don't laugh, keep talking."
"I never wanted to give this umbrella to the people. Anyway, that's what I thought. You see, Kong Laoer is the eldest son of Duke Min of Song Dynasty. He has an extraordinary background and is destined to be the king of Song Dynasty. It’s just that he didn’t take it seriously. When he founded Confucianism, he thought it had nothing to do with the common people. Confucianism itself is not for the common people, but for this group of people, who are called aristocrats.”
"Depend on!"
Han You understood, not about Confucianism, but why Confucianism and Mohism were at war, and why their thoughts were completely different.
Confucius was born into a noble family. He was not an ordinary nobleman. He was a nobleman who almost became the king of the Song Dynasty.
Mozi was born in a peasant family, a peasant whose sweat dropped to the ground and broke into eight petals.
Confucianism requires fraternity and self-centeredness. Love your family first, that is, nobility, then love relatives, who are still nobility, then love your friends, still be nobility, and finally give the love to all living beings.
Mozi demanded universal love and equal love, because he, the people around him, and the people he came into contact with were almost all at the bottom, and all the bottom wanted was fairness.
Han You suddenly became happy, hehehehehe, laughing very strangely.
"Master, please stop laughing, I'm scared."
"You don't have to be afraid, you are afraid..." Han You's smile became more ferocious: "It should be a noble family!"
At this moment, Han Youming realized.
Suddenly I felt confused and a little confused.
Now it suddenly becomes clear and I know how I should go next.
