"Fu Su actually doesn't know much about Confucianism."
"However, in my free time yesterday, I read a volume of The Analects of Confucius, and there was an article in it that Fu Su still vaguely remembers."
"Qi Jinggong asked Confucius about government affairs."
"Mr. Zhang Liang, please tell me how Confucius responded?"
Fusu put down the teacup in his hand, muttered something in his mouth, his eyes flashed brightly, he glanced at Zhang Liang and the other five, then he committed suicide and stood up.
Seeing this, Zhang Liang and the other five also stood up.
Even if Fusu pressed down with one hand, it would be useless.
"This sentence comes from "The Analects of Confucius·Yan Yuan", Confucius said: Jun Jun, minister minister, father father, son son."
"Qi Jinggong said to him: How good is it? Faith is like a ruler who is not a king, a minister who is not a minister, a father who is not his father, and a son who is not his son. Although there is millet, how can I eat it?"
Zhang Liang bowed and slowly responded to Mr. Fusu's question.
"Mr. Zhang Liang is a Confucian hero. I think he understands the meaning of this sentence better than Fu Su."
"Master, minister, father, son, son!"
"Confucius summed it up in one word. Unfortunately, there are still many people in the Xia Dynasty who do not understand this truth."
"The Mohist family has no king and no father, and the chaos is great. This is the reason why the so-called government city was destroyed!"
"Confucianism confuses law with literature. This is what Confucianism gained a few months ago."
"Xia uses martial arts to break the ban. This is the current dilemma for farmers."
"Sure enough, if the king, the king, the ministers, the father, the son, the son, will be benevolent and courteous, order will be established, all the summers will be safe and sound, and the common people will return to their duties."
"Do you think so, sir?"
Step into the hall and pace around casually.
Confucianism!
The principles of Confucianism are very good. My father and my uncle also talked about this topic back then. I was around at that time and listened to some of it.
The principles of various schools of thought are not wrong.
It’s the people who are wrong!
The kings, ministers, fathers and sons of the Great Zhou Dynasty were out of order, which led to the wars in the Spring and Autumn Period and the chaos of the Warring States Period.
At present, the Qin Dynasty is in a state of chaos, and everything is under the rule of the empire. If hundreds of schools of thought want to exist and leave a legacy, there is only one way.
That is Junchen and his son!
"Zhang Liang is taught!"
Zhang Liang also came out of the queue and bowed deeply.
"Teachable?"
"Some things are simple to say, but not so easy to do."
Fusu smiled lightly.
Whether Zhang Liang really understands or pretends to understand, it doesn't matter. What happens next is the proof.
farmhouse!
Under the absolute power of the empire, there will be no good results.
After dealing with the farmhouse, it’s... Confucianism.
"yes!"
Zhang Liang and others looked at each other and nodded.
…
…
"Senior Brother Zifang!"
"This Imperial Master Fusu is still young, but he already exudes power and power!"
"Just now...it was really stressful!"
Half an hour later.
Zhang Liang and the other five left the Juncheng's mansion, each bowed their hands and headed to other parts of the city.
One person looked back at the mansion and said with lingering fear.
"This Imperial Prince Fusu is the eldest son of the First Emperor. When he was young, he was taught by Lord Wuzhen, Guigu Genie, Feng Quji, Changping Lord and others."
"After that, he entered the Central Academy, the National Protector Academy, served in the army, participated in the destruction of Yan, and participated in the destruction of Chu. He is a person who knows the military."
"In recent years, I have been practicing government affairs in various places."
"Among the sons of the First Emperor, among the people who will become crown princes in the future, Mr. Fu Su is estimated to be the most likely. He just doesn't understand why His Majesty the First Emperor doesn't appoint a crown prince!"
"If the crown prince is appointed, the country will be stable and the ministers will be in order and not in chaos."
Another person whispered in response.
As a core disciple of Confucianism, he can naturally see some information files that ordinary people cannot see. For this Master Fusu.
Xiaoshengxian Village has relevant files, and the information is quite detailed.
"Who knows?"
"Perhaps His Majesty the First Emperor feels that Mr. Fusu is not qualified enough to be a crown prince."
Another person said casually.
This matter is something that His Majesty the First Emperor needs to consider. No matter how much they think about it, it is useless.
As expected, Master Fusu is now the crown prince, so everything should be different.
The choices Confucians have to face are also different.
It's a pity that Mr. Fusu is not the crown prince yet, so everything should be done differently.
"Be careful!"
"In the land of Pei County, Sishui County, there are many imperial spies, and there are many people in the trap."
Zhang Liangxing was in front, listening to the chatter of the four junior brothers behind him. He shook his head and froze to stop them. Some things could be discussed in private.
It doesn't fit here.
"ovary!"
"Right now, the imperial agents are targeting the farmers with their nets. They don't think they care about us."
"However, it's better to be cautious."
"Just now Mr. Fusu asked me to stay for lunch, but you refused. Now it's almost noon, so you have given your consent."
"There is a nice restaurant just ahead. What do you think?"
A young Confucian disciple in his twenties lowered his voice and took a quick look around. No one was paying attention here, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The topic just now is indeed not suitable for public discussion.
So, let's not talk about it. Immediately, the conversation changed and fell on another important matter.
Lunch time is coming soon.
"I thought it was like this!"
The other Confucian disciples all clapped their hands and laughed.
"Haha, let's go then."
Zhang Liang laughed loudly.
I understand what Mr. Fusu said before.
But... as Mr. Fusu said, the truth is that things are not necessarily true when they are actually implemented.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Father, Father, Son!
If it were so easy, the Great Zhou Dynasty would not have been in chaos for three hundred years.
After passing through his thoughts, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Next, he decided to have lunch first and looked towards a three-story restaurant in front of him.
From the appearance, both the shape and the wood used are very detailed, which is even better.
Chunyu Tower!
The name also has some meaning.
"Again credit?"
"All the money you left last time has been used up, and...I ordered so many expensive drinks today, each jar is worth one gold."
"If it weren't for the tolerance of the shopkeeper, I wouldn't have let you come here yesterday!"
"Let's go!"
Zhang Liang and the others had just arrived at the door of Chunyu Tower and wanted to enter, but they stumbled out...a drunkard?
His whole body smelled of alcohol and he was drunk. Even so, he was still drinking from a bottle of wine in his hand.
The waiter's voice came from inside.
These short words were enough to give Zhang Liang and the other five people an idea.
You have no money and still want to drink?
Frequent customer on credit?
The shopkeeper is unwilling?
The waiter started to drive away?
"money?"
"I have a lot of money, but now it's all in the hands of others."
"Give!"
"Here is a hundred gold, use it first!"
The drunkard stumbled out of the door, his steps unsteady, and he stumbled onto the ground, leaning against the threshold.
Holding the wine bottle, he took another big sip.
Then he took out a piece of paper from his arms and threw it directly.
“One hundred gold??”
"Liu Ji..., your hundred gold...keep it for yourself."
"Hurry up and don't delay Chunyu Lou's business!"
The waiter quickly took it with both hands, and when he saw how much money it looked like, his face drooped.
What is this?
Pawn tickets?
It was a piece of jade pendant that was pawned for fifty gold!
What do you want this thing for?
Do you want me to spend fifty gold to redeem the jade pendant?
Are you kidding yourself?
Suddenly, he became even more impatient. He looked at the five well-dressed men outside the door, who were obviously distinguished guests. He threw the paper in his hand and kicked them away.