No one knew what Han You was thinking or planning.
In fact, Han You is also a little numb, there are too many things.
Nothing can be rushed, we can only do it one by one.
The famous litterateur Lu Shuren once said: Put on your socks first and then your shoes, and be a grandson first and then a master.
Wear shoes without socks, use shoe covers, and throw them away after use.
If you don't become a father before your grandson, you will die young and not live for more than a few days.
If the Yida Guards are being prepared with great fanfare now, they will probably be torn into pieces by the courtiers before the candidates are selected. Regardless of whether they are good officials or evil officials, no one likes the Yida Guards, and no one wants to expand the Yida Guards.
When we returned to the Imperial College, the bells had already rang, and the sound of reading loudly came from the three halls of the Wen Palace.
Han You had an idea and instead of going to Xianwen Hall, the "junior class", he went to Huawen Hall, the "advanced class".
The door was not closed, so Han You walked in on his own.
The doctor who was teaching was stunned, and nearly a hundred supervising students were also stunned.
No one has ever encountered this kind of situation. It is no longer rude to walk in suddenly while you are in class.
Han You, who was in a irritable mood, just kept his head down and walked forward. He still came to the last row. After sitting down, he realized that everyone was looking at him.
The doctor was an old man, older than Jia Aoxiong. He walked over quickly with a beard and a glare.
"I have been teaching for thirty years, and I have never seen a child dare to..."
Han You interrupted angrily: "Commander of the emperor's personal army, get out."
In fact, there is no such thing as "deputy commander" in the emperor's army. There are only commanders and chief commanders. The commander is a deputy position.
"joke."
The old doctor snorted loudly: "Don't say that the emperor personally leads the army. Even if your majesty comes personally, you can't walk in like this!"
Han You was stunned. Has this old man always been so brave?
The old doctor slapped his ruler on the table and sneered again and again: "After school, I will go to the palace in person to ask Your Majesty how you discipline your subordinates, and who is your surname?"
Han You understood. This old man was not bragging, but he was really not afraid of Boss Zhou. He could only laugh and said: "Sir, don't be angry, students are just..."
"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, who's name is it? Which family's boy is so ignorant of etiquette? How did your elders teach you!"
Seeing that the old man was serious, Han You said depressedly: "Han You, the son of the governor of Jingzhao Mansion."
"Han Bairen, governor of Jingzhao Mansion?"
"Well, it's my father."
The old man turned around calmly and shook his head: "If a judge cannot govern a scholar, how can he be punished..."
A group of prison students looked back at Han You, curious about who this guy was.
The old doctor yelled: "What are you looking at? It rained heavily just now. This supervisor ran wildly in the rain to go back to the hall to increase his knowledge. He can be said to be a role model for you and others. I have to turn my head and read!"
Han You was dumbfounded.
How come the title of dad is so much better than Boss Zhou?
Young Master Han increasingly felt that something was wrong with the Imperial College.
At first, Han You thought that the academic officers in the Imperial Academy were all sour scholars who would shake their heads and shake their heads in an arrogant manner whenever they spoke. But when he went to class today, he realized that this was not the case.
Si Ye was very young and felt very unhappy when he saw Confucian scholars.
The doctor is very old and turns out to be a ninth-grade official.
There was also a doctor who was not even afraid of the emperor, but ended up being afraid of the governor of Jingzhao Mansion who no one should be afraid of.
Also, in the depths of the Imperial Academy at noon, people were fighting and looking straight at the big trees. They were all weird.
Han You looked at the old doctor who was explaining the allusions to Zhu Sheng, extremely curious.
This old man is older than Jia Aoxiong. To put it bluntly, his hairline is buried in dirt. He is still thin, as thin as a bamboo pole. At such an old age, when he is not at home with his grandchildren, he is teaching instead. It’s really puzzling. You can’t really be a candle lighting yourself up to illuminate others, right?
Han You found it difficult to listen to it in Xianwentang, let alone Huawentang.
In the Xianwen Hall, the doctor just takes everyone to read and then explains.
In the Chinese Language Hall, the old doctor not only asked everyone to read it, but also asked everyone to explain it and express different opinions, so as to continuously dig into its meaning.
The more Han You listened, the more he felt that this was forcing a group of prison students to "over-interpret".
This is a very strange thing. In the Confucian classics, especially the Analects of Confucius, the Confucian scholars have changed it clearly. Supervision produces divergent thinking.
Let’s talk about what I’m talking to the old man about now, gentleman and villain.
In Confucius' remarks, and according to Kong Laoer, the biggest difference between a gentleman and a villain is "fear". A gentleman has three fears: fear of destiny, fear of adults, and fear of the words of saints.
A villain who does not know the destiny and is not afraid of it will insult an adult and insult the words of a saint.
A gentleman's "fear of destiny" refers to the will of God; the word "adult" in "fear of adults" refers to a person of great virtue; the word "sage" refers to a great person among adults, that is, one who has great wisdom, great virtue, and great achievements.
In layman's terms, this is the difference between a gentleman and a villain.
A gentleman respects the will of God, respects people with high moral character, and respects the words of saints.
The villain does not know the will of God, so he is not afraid. He despises the virtuous and respected people and despises the words of the saints.
This is easy to understand and there is nothing wrong with it. There is nothing wrong with it at all.
It turned out that the old doctor didn't know what it meant, but he insisted that it had a deeper meaning, which made everyone think more deeply.
A group of supervisors simply couldn't understand the meaning of this.
Then the old doctor started to correct himself. He said that Kong Laoer was a saint. Everyone said yes, yes, yes, he was a saint.
The old doctor once said that a saint must have face. Everyone said yes, yes, yes, he wanted it.
The old doctor said again, since you want to lose face, what does it mean when the saint said that everyone should respect the will of God and obey those with high moral character and cannot refute the saint's words?
Everyone has a question mark on their head, what does it mean?
What the old doctor said next was very inexplicable.
Kong Laoer was a saint. At that time, even though he was not said to be a saint, he was regarded by many people as a person of great virtue.
So, this man of great virtue tells everyone that a gentleman needs to listen to the words of a man of great virtue and cannot refute him.
Looking at it from another perspective, doesn’t this mean that Kong Laoer warned the world that everyone should listen to me, because I am a saint and I am highly respected, and anyone who doesn’t listen to me is a villain.
Isn't it just shameless, flaunting oneself, and then kidnapping morals?
The question is, Kong Laoer is a saint, how could he mean this? If so, does he still deserve to be called a saint?
The old doctor's face was full of confusion and asked everyone to study what was going on.
Han You withdrew his gaze from the old doctor, and then noticed that all the supervisors looked thoughtful, and many of them were wearing masks of pain. The more they thought about it, the more confused they became, and the more they thought about it, the more doubtful they became.
Han You, who was sitting in the last row, felt something was wrong the more he thought about it.
The old man talked a lot, but the more he listened to it, the more he sounded like he was trying to bury Tikong Laoer in a different way and was shameless. Is this a serious teacher?
