Looking at the excited Yang Xiu, Yang Biao was so angry that he was inexplicably anxious.
Yang Xiu in front of him looked so strange that he couldn't believe that this was his son.
"Stop!" Yang Biao slapped the table and shouted, his bearded and hair bulged. "What do you understand?"
Yang Xiu was startled and turned around and saw Yang Biao getting angry. He made Lingling shudder and calmed down instantly.
"Father...father, do you... still remember the Emperor's question?"
"You are not so confused yet." Yang Biao shouted angrily.
"I feel...there is an answer."
"explain."
"My father thought that there are tens of millions of people in the world, so what is the pillar of the country?"
Yang Biao was confused for a moment, blinking Yang Xiu, his eyes flashing.
Yang Xiu's question is too broad and he doesn't know where to agree.
"Let me say so, the emperor, the ministers, the literati, the farmer, the craftsman..." Yang Xiu counted over one by one with his fingers.
Yang Biao understood this time and said without hesitation: "Of course, he is a scholar-official."
"Yes, it's a soldier." Yang Xiu smiled with his palms. "Is that soldier a soldier?"
"This..." Yang Biao hesitated for a moment and finally realized. "You mean... the emperor emphasizes education, which means turning all the soldiers into real soldiers?"
"That is, if all the people of Xiliang were scholars, learned from saints, knew benevolence and righteousness, and kept integrity, how could they kill innocent people and cause harm to the world?"
Yang Biao frowned slightly. "Is it possible?"
"Maybe." Yang Xiu was full of confidence and stepped forward to pull Yang Biao's sleeve and led him out of the tent. "Father, hearing is worse than seeing. I'll take you to see you, and you will believe it."
Yang Biao shook Yang Xiu's hand away, but followed Yang Xiu out of the account.
The father and son came to a large tent dozens of steps next to the central army's tent, and Yang Xiu stopped outside the tent.
A person's recitation came from the tent.
"Scholars must not... not be broad-minded and resolute, but have a heavy responsibility...the way is long. Benevolent thinks...it is not the same as one's own responsibility..."
The man stopped and stuttered for a long time, but he didn't recite the next sentence.
"Mo Wu, come and recite a sentence." A slightly hoarse voice said.
"Yeah." Another thick voice sounded. "Isn't it too heavy to think that benevolence is his responsibility? It's not too far away after death."
"Very good." said a hoarse voice.
"Mr. Xie."
"Liu Yu, do you remember?"
"Remember." The man who had not finished memorizing it before was a little ashamed. "I will turn around and recite it a few times and reply to the gentleman tomorrow morning."
"Well, there is no mystery in reading. As long as you are willing to work hard, there is nothing that cannot be done. Although you have learned slowly, after a month, have you recited "Taibo"? Well, who can tell me a lecture?
What does this sentence mean."
"Sir, I'll do it." A crisp voice sounded.
"Hehe, this guy is the best at showing off." Several people burst into laughter.
"Yeah, cough." A hoarse voice cleared his cough and the laughter stopped immediately. "A Xiu, you said."
"Yes, scholars must not be broad-minded and resolute, which means that scholars should set their goals. After they set their goals, they should persist and not give up easily. Prosperous means great..."
Yang Biao stood outside the tent, listening intently, and nodding constantly.
The sound is very crisp and it sounds like it is underage. The accent has a strong Liangzhou flavor, so it is undoubtedly from Liangzhou. Not only can I recite the "Analects of Confucius", but I also explain it well, which shows that I have put some effort into it.
What surprised him even more was that the gentleman in charge of the professor was always gentle. Even if he pointed out his mistakes, he was tempted and encouraged. Although other listeners often laughed, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
"Is this one of those twenty teachers?" Yang Biao asked quietly.
Yang Xiu nodded and coughed. "Cheng Yuanping."
"Who?" The tent suddenly became quiet. The door of the tent was lifted, and a big bare head was revealed. He glanced at it. "Sir, it's Military Advisor Yang. Uh, there is someone else. This is... Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Yang.
Wei."
The man's face changed slightly, his big head shrank back, and in a blink of an eye it opened again, and a strong man in leather armor walked out.
"The second chief of the second general's army camp in the third song of the lunar camp, Mo Wu, I have met the Grand Marshal." Mo Wu bowed deeply.
More people walked out of the tent, formed two teams, and saluted Yang Biao with restraint.
A middle-aged scholar standing in the center was also uneasy. "Chen Heng, Nanyang, has met Mr. Yang."
Yang Biao looked at the strong and powerful man in front of him, especially the strong man named Mo Wu, and his heart was filled with great turmoil.
This Mo Wu was wearing a thorn, and he was actually a Qiangman.
But who would have thought that he could recite the Analects of Confucius proficiently.
Yang Biao's eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, and he understood what Yang Xiu meant.
If the people of Xiliang were like these soldiers in front of them, how could they commit atrocities of killing and setting fire? Even if there were, there would be a few people occasionally, and there would never be a tragedy like the entire army being a robbery and looting the people.
"I'm disturbing you." Yang Biao nodded and greeted.
"You are kind to you, Mr. Yang." Seeing that Yang Biao's tone was kind and brave, Cheng Heng stumbled and said stutteringly: "Hong Yang, Mr. Heng... Heng has a reluctant request, and I hope Mr. Yang... will be kind to you."
Yang Biao nodded with a smile. "How dare you not obey if you have a fate?"
Cheng Heng's face turned red, and he didn't know if it was excitement or nervousness. He gave a deep tribute.
"Yang Gong is profound in his knowledge. Can you ask Mr. Yang to tell a few words of scriptures to the soldiers?"
Yang Biao turned his head and looked at Yang Xiu. Yang Xiu nodded with a smile and gave him an encouraging look.
"Okay." Yang Biao smiled and said, "It's better to be outside the tent, which is spacious."
Cheng Heng was overjoyed and quickly asked someone to invite more soldiers to listen to the lecture. Regardless of whether you can understand it or not, you have the opportunity to listen to Yang Biao's lecture. This is a rare opportunity and can be played for the rest of your life.
The news came out, and in a short while, the entire camp was alarmed. Countless soldiers walked out of the tent and looked at this side, but they just stood at the door of the tent and did not come over.
Immediately afterwards, General Yang Ding hurried over while wearing a belt.
Before he could walk to Yang Biao, he suppressed his excitement and said loudly: "Military advisor, the Grand Marshal is here, why don't you notify me? Although I am a martial artist, I admire the Taiwei's knowledge and morality, and I have long thought about it.
Meet..."
Yang Xiu smiled and said, "Isn't this here? Since the general is so enthusiastic, why not listen together?"
"You have to get it, you have to get it." Yang Ding rushed to Yang Biao and bowed to the end. "Teacher, thank you for your hard work." He turned around and shouted to his followers: "What are you waiting for? Slaughtering sheep, hot wine, military marquis, no, the team leader is above
All of them were called. Their ancestors had the honor to listen to the Grand Marshal's talk. Who dared not come? I waived his official position, no, peeled his skin and rewarded his wife to others."
Seeing Yang Ding getting lost, Yang Xiu couldn't help but cough.
Yang Ding quickly shut up, smiled awkwardly, and bowed his hands repeatedly.
Yang Biao couldn't help laughing. "The latter general is so easy to learn. This military camp is almost a school."
"If you want, you want to get it." Yang Ding smiled all over his face. "It's all the Holy Emperor who arranged a young talent like Military Advisor Yang to teach me, and another twenty gentlemen were arranged. I, Yang Ding, was grateful and couldn't help but feel grateful.
I have to examine myself every night before going to bed.”
"Oh?" Yang Biao smiled and said, "I wonder what three generals have?"
Yang Ding's face froze.
He just said casually, how could he really examine himself?
"Is this... unfaithful for a minister? Is this... unkind for a father? Is it... unrighteous for a man?"
The chapter "Han Dao Tianxia" will continue to be updated,