Xun Chen returned to his residence and ordered his followers to light the lamp, cook tea, and read the manuscript carefully.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt confused.
From these articles mixed with strange names, he saw familiar things. It can even be said that it would be no exaggeration to say that those names were chapters in a sub-book.
Could it be that the barbarians in the Western Regions were also influenced by our Chinese style, and similar thoughts emerged?
Xun Chen stood up, came to the window opposite, and knocked gently.
After a while, Mao Jie's voice came from inside.
"Who?"
"Xiaoxian, it's me."
Mao Jie woke up. "It's Youruo, what's the matter?"
"You come on, I have something to discuss with you."
"Okay, I'll come." Mao Jie said softly.
Xun Chen was waiting outside the door, listening to the rustling sound inside.
After a while, Mao Jie put on his clothes and walked out of the door carefully, took him to the door, pulled his clothes and walked to Xun Chen.
"What's the matter?"
Xun Chen pulled Mao Jie away, returned to his room, and signaled Mao Jie to take his seat. Seeing the manuscript on the eulogy, Mao Jie laughed: "Whose masterpiece is it? You Ruo, you are so busy."
Xun Chen did not look back and handed the manuscript to Mao Jie, took a cup of tea for Mao Jie.
Mao Jie quickly shook his hand. "If you don't drink, if you don't drink, you won't be able to sleep after drinking."
Xun Chen chuckled: "If you don't drink, you can't sleep today. Xiaoxian, it was my negligence that I didn't prepare a lamp oil for you. The discussion is about to be about to go to bed, can you really sleep?"
"What's there to be so unsleeping? After all, it's not those." Mao Jie smiled.
Xun Chen frowned slightly and nodded.
To a certain extent, he also agreed with what Mao Jie said. After more than half a month, he actually said all the topics he could talk about, and there was only those reasons for opposing Du Tian, and there was nothing new.
The problem was not solved, it was just avoided.
The unsigned article seems to be drowned in countless refuting articles, and is even ignored intentionally or unintentionally, but that problem has always been there and cannot be faced.
Mao Jie suddenly said "Huh": "Youruo, who wrote this article?"
"Who do you think you're like?"
"Like Taoism, it's a bit like the Mohist school." Mao Jie said: "Look at his method of using stones to select officials, is it like a small country with few people in Taoism? Does this statement of valuing wise look like the Mohist school?"
Xun Chen was stunned.
He saw a familiar feeling in the article, but he really didn't expect Taoism and Mohism. He heard Mao Jie say this, it was really a bit like that.
"are you sure?"
"I can't confirm." Mao Jie put down one article and picked up another one. "The articles of the philosophers are not completed and have never been valued. My understanding of the philosophers is heard and has never been carefully studied.
Besides, some books are not written by one person, but are accumulated into chapters after learning, which are mixed and impure, and there are many conflicts."
"This is a translation of the article by the sages of the Western Regions." Xun Chen said.
Mao Jie was stunned and raised his head. "Sage of the Western Regions?"
"Yes, these articles have been written for four or five hundred years. It is said that the author is about the same time as Mr. Kong."
Mao Jie looked down at the manuscript. "Is it the disciple I passed down after I went west?"
Xun Chen was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to urge Mao Jie to read too many other articles before talking about them.
With questions, Mao Jie finished reading several articles and fell into deep thought.
The strange names and strange stories in it tell him that these articles are by no means works in the Central Plains, and the methods of discussion are different from those of the Central Plains people. However, the ideas reflected in these articles are secretly connected with Confucianism, Taoism, Mohism and Law.
Place.
He understood why Xun Chen called him over.
This matter is unsolvable.
He unknowingly picked up the teacup and drank it sip after sip.
Xun Chen hesitated for a long time, and finally Xun Wenqian revealed the news. "Xiaoxian, are you interested in going to the Tongwenguan with me?"
Mao Jie also knew about Xun Wenqian coming to the bookstore, so his wife Liu told him after she came back.
"Can you do it?"
"It should be no problem. If you are willing, I will go to the noble person tomorrow morning and ask her to do it together."
"Okay." Mao Jie nodded and agreed.
He didn't want to make contributions to the Western Regions. He just wanted to know what other thoughts the predecessors of the Western Regions had and how much similarities they had with Confucius and Mencius.
These few articles alone are obviously not enough to judge.
"Xiaoxian, how big do you think the world is?"
Mao Jie did not answer, but he realized that his understanding of the world was very limited.
He has always felt that only the Central Plains region is the place where he is dressed, from the sea to the east, from Longshan to the west, from Yanshan to the north, and from Dajiang to the south. In addition, it is a place where barbarians are.
Even Jizhou north of the river was somewhat Hu. After all, northern Jibei was still Hu before Zhao destroyed Zhongshan, and its culture is far less prosperous than the Central Plains.
But now it seems that I am afraid I am watching the sky by myself.
Even in the Western Regions, there are wise men who can compete with Confucius and Mencius, and their ideas are so similar.
To the west of the Pamir Mountains, aren’t there barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood? After all, the people of Liangzhou are already so barbaric, and the Pamir Mountains are thousands of miles west of Liangzhou.
He couldn't explain clearly how many thousands of miles he had.
"Youruo, do you think... there are emperors in the Western Regions?" Mao Jie suddenly said, with a strong sense of anxiety in his voice.
Xun Chen glanced at Mao Jie, and wanted to speak but stopped.
He also had similar concerns.
There is no other day. Will the emperor attach so much importance to the learning of the Western Regions to make excuses for future conquests?
The expedition thousands of miles away is much larger than the war between Qin and the expansion of border four barbarians in the Han Dynasty. How much manpower and material resources are required?
He thought of the powerful Western Regions who were as stressed as a mountain, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Master, Mr. Cui sent someone to invite him." The attendant came in to report, breaking the silence.
Xun Chen came to his senses, exchanged a look with Mao Jie, and stood up at the same time.
"Let's go and discuss with Cui Jigui."
Mao Jie went back to change his clothes, Xun Chen packed up his manuscripts, and went out together. He came to the post house opposite. The post house was still very lively. It looked like the banquet had just ended, and they were drunk and talked loudly, and were so excited.
very.
After entering Cui Yan's room, Xun Chen and Mao Jie saw Kong Rong at first sight.
Kong Rong was a little listless and looked drunk.
Xun Chen was very surprised.
Although Kong Rong is not young, he has a great alcohol tolerance. How much did he drink today? Is he so drunk?
"Ji Gui, this is..."
Cui Yan bowed and invited the two to take their seats. "I'm really sorry to invite you to come here so late. I originally wanted to invite you to drink together, but after you went to the bookstore, you had to give up."
"What's the matter, so urgent?"
"Ni is in Chang'an." Cui Yan glanced at Kong Rong, his eyes a little unbearable. "I went to Hanyang, Ni Heng... I am no longer Ni Heng before, my temperament has changed drastically, I am afraid I will be yours and mine.