The great debate between Xujiazhuang and Confucianism all over the world has already decided the winner.
Xujiazhuang achieved a complete victory.
Regarding this result, although countless Confucian scholars shouted, "It's fake, there's a shady story," "There's something wrong with the voting," "We didn't lose," "We fell into a trap, Xujiazhuang is despicable," "This debate doesn't count.
, we did not show our true strength" and so on, and the defeat was extremely unwilling and dissatisfied.
But it's no use being tough.
In the eyes of countless intellectuals who followed this debate.
In the eyes of countless people from all walks of life in the Ming Dynasty.
In the eyes of the Ming Dynasty court and the emperor.
Although there are a small number of people among them who are unwilling to admit and cannot accept such results.
But if you win, you win, if you lose, you lose.
Everyone has a balance in their mind, especially the content of the ten debates, which they have read and heard verbatim. Which side is more reasonable, they all have answers and choices in their hearts.
Anyway, after this debate.
The impact and impact it brings.
It inspired and guided people from all walks of life in the Ming Dynasty.
It even criticizes and exposes the imperial power against the feudal ruling class.
It cannot be summarized in just a few sentences. Its impact on people's hearts, traditional culture, and Confucianism is extremely huge, and it even plays a role in shaping and changing it.
This debate has deeply affected the entire Ming Dynasty, and its significance cannot be overstated.
One of its significance is to declare that Xujiazhuang's theoretical philosophy (referred to as "Xu Xue") has officially become a prominent school and has the strength to compete with Confucianism.
Qian Chengzhi discovered that the number of young students who came to him and offered to join "Xu Xue" had increased explosively in the past few days.
Dozens of people.
Several hundred people.
More than a thousand people.
There are more younger brothers following behind than I can handle.
As a result, every time he went to teahouses, brothels, boats and other places, when he faced those Confucian scholars again, his side actually had the numerical advantage, and he could experience the pleasure of using more people against fewer people and easily gaining the upper hand.
However, on May 5th, while visiting the largest and most famous Meixiang Tower on the Qinhuai River, I bumped into a group of Confucian scholars. In order to compete to be the guest of the famous prostitute Zheng Xianglian, the two sides broke out into a quarrel.
Qian Chengzhi was in trouble today.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
Got into a big fight.
Because this group of Confucian scholars headed by Maoxiang actually found the weakness of Xujiazhuang and hit Qian Chengzhi's fatal weakness.
Maoxiang said: "So what if you, Xujiazhuang, won the debate? What you won was just the simplest truth. I am sure that in some aspect, you Qian Chengzhi can't beat me, and Xujiazhuang combined can't beat me. Don't believe us."
Let’s compare now.”
"Compared to what?" Qian Chengzhi asked.
"Compare poems, compare lyrics, compare poems, compare piano, compare music, you can compete in any aspect you want!" Maoxiang said with a confident look on his face.
Qian Chengzhi's heart sank, and he suddenly felt bad. Confucianism couldn't win on the high road, and wanted to find its place on the small road of poetry and poetry. Moreover, this group of people seemed to be well prepared, as if they were specialized in
This is like waiting for him.
"Then let's compete in poetry!" Qian Chengzhi had no choice but to say bravely. He had no choice but to be cowardly, otherwise he would be embarrassed. As for poetry, he felt that his level was quite good and he should be able to compete.
But failed.
The three poems he wrote consecutively were far inferior to the three poems written by Maoxiang.
He had no choice but to find ten of the younger brothers behind him who were good at writing poetry, and started a team battle with these Confucian scholars.
Miserable failure.
A humiliating defeat of ten to zero.
An extremely harsh ridicule sounded in my ears:
"That's it. Is this the level of your poetry?"
"Hahaha, Xujiazhuang is nothing more than that!"
"I should have known that we should not compete with Xujiazhuang in debates, but in poetry and poetry. In this way, we would be the ones to win all ten games."
"If you can't even write a mere poem well, why are you talking about a great way? Go to bed quickly."
"That's right. In addition to making money and counting money, the power of a group of businessmen in Xujiazhuang can make poems, write good articles, and know what rituals and music are? A treasure that has been passed down by China for thousands of years, besides money, Xujiazhuang is
Not a single piece was caught.”
"Xujiazhuang, a cultural desert, is no different from the barbarians outside the Great Wall. How dare you call yourself civilized? It's so ridiculous and shameless."
"That's right, poetry and songs are what we call civilization, gold and silver treasures are not civilization. If we were given a choice, we would rather live on poems and songs than gold and silver treasures!"
Under these ridicules, Qian Chengzhi blushed and had to run away.
After returning home, he learned from his experience and studied poetry behind closed doors. He discussed poetry with his concubine Su Ziyu every day and vowed to write a few masterpieces to avenge his previous shame.
But during his retreat.
Beginning on May 6, "Jiangnan Times" published multiple issues of poetry and poetry, and issued clamor and challenge to "Oriental Times", trying its best to disparage Xu Jiazhuang.
"Xujiazhuang should no longer claim to be civilized. Can you, Xujiazhuang, write such articles and poems?"
"How about a comparison of poems and songs? Then there will be ten more comparisons. You can choose any theme."
"Haha, Xujiazhuang is vulgar and illiterate, with broken roots and broken veins. He only studies mathematics and has no understanding of the laws of nature and human ethics. Such evil forces will surely perish sooner or later!"
"In terms of cultural context, Xujiazhuang is really a barbarian. No, even the barbarians outside the Great Wall have a few excellent works circulated. Xujiazhuang is not even as good as a barbarian."
"It doesn't matter if such a barbarian wins a few games by chance. In the end, he will not be able to get on the stage, and he will not be able to compare with the brilliant road."
Confucian scholars suddenly elevated poetry and poetry to the level of representing the avenue of civilization.
I asked Xu Jiazhuang to compare poems and songs, or even take the initiative to be humble. I asked Xu Jiazhuang if he dared to compete and if he had the strength?
Weakness.
Xujiazhuang's weakness was finally exposed.
The fatal problem of insufficient cultural heritage was finally discovered by the Confucian scholars, and then they beat him up, persisted in insisting on it, shouted challenges every day, and wantonly mocked Xujiazhuang as a barbarian.
Faced with such attacks.
The intellectuals who supported Xujiazhuang were of course very unconvinced and immediately wanted to write poems and lyrics to counterattack, but they soon became dejected.
No, the level is indeed not good. Good works require inspiration, talent and long-term study. Xujiazhuang’s cultural heritage is too shallow. They are usually busy making money, and few people specialize in studying poetry, lyrics, and songs. The level is naturally not enough. Once it is released, it will only
You will be laughed at and slapped in the face.
The field of poetry and poetry is the professional field of Confucian scholars. It is a skill that has been studied and practiced for many years. Facing Xujiazhuang, it does have a crushing advantage. Xujiazhuang's probability of winning is zero.
But we have no choice but to allow the Confucian scholars to continue to be so arrogant, provocative, and belittle and ridicule every day. Is there nothing Xujiazhuang can do?
…
The time has come on May 15th.
Nanjing, Jiangnan Guild Hall, inside the retreat hall.
Qian Chengzhi held a brush in his hand and was still hunkering down, racking his brains to conceive poems. The scrap manuscripts on the table were already several palms high, and there were countless crumpled paper balls on the ground. I don't know how much paper was wasted.
But Qian Chengzhi's eyes were red, bloodshot, and countless brain cells were dead. He couldn't write a good article, it was all rubbish.
The same is true for hundreds of other young students in the retreat hall. They followed the retreat for more than ten days and racked their brains to conceive poems, but it was difficult to write good works. This does not mean that these young people do not have talent, but that they used to go to school.
Over the course of thousands of years, all excellent poems have been written. It is extremely difficult to innovate and introduce new ones, and there is very little room for improvement. Without extremely high talent and inspiration, you will not be able to write a few excellent works in your lifetime.
"Husband, I have written a poem "Like a Dream" here, what do you think of it?" Concubine Su Ziyu came over and handed a piece of paper with beautiful handwriting to Qian Chengzhi.
"Let me see."
Qian Chengzhi took it and looked at it, his brows couldn't help but stretch. Yes, the writing was very good, and his level was much higher than him. It could barely be considered a masterpiece, but he shook his head and said: "Not enough, just this one is not enough.
You have to have at least ten or dozens of masterpieces before you can barely win the battle, otherwise you will definitely lose and you will still be regarded as a barbarian."
"President, President Qian!"
At this time, a staff member of the guild hall rushed into the retreat hall. Holding a piece of paper with a lot of words printed on it, he ran to Qian Chengzhi and said: "President, look at this. It's a telegram just sent from the headquarters."
The website sent them all were written by a man named Wenzhao Gong. The owner of the village asked you to spread them here first, and then publish them in the "Oriental Times" in two days to spread the word."
"Mr. Wenzhao, Lord of the village?"
Qian Chengzhi was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take the printing paper, scanned it roughly, and was immediately stunned.
Then two lines of hot tears flowed down, and his body began to tremble more and more violently.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" My concubine Su Ziyu noticed something strange about him and asked with concern.
"Hahaha!"
Qian Chengzhi suddenly laughed maniacally: "This is written by the owner of the village. This must be written by the owner of the village. I know that he has this ability. Only he can write such a shocking work, and only the owner of the village can write it."
Only then can we bring countless miracles." Fanatic, at this moment he became extremely fanatical, as if he had turned into a crazy fan.
"Husband~" Su Ziyu was anxious. Is her husband crazy?
However, when Qian Chengzhi handed the printing paper in his hand to her and asked her to look at it, Su Ziyu's performance was not much better, and her pretty face quickly turned red.
"Qinyuan Spring·Snow"
The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the rivers up and down, suddenly stop roaring. Silver snakes are dancing in the mountains, and wax figures are galloping, hoping to compete with the gods. On a sunny day, look at the red clothes
Wrapped, extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow down. Unfortunately, the emperors of Qin and Han were slightly less talented in literature; the ancestors of Tang and Song Dynasties were slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the genius of the generation, only knew how to bend the bow and shoot withered. They are all gone.
, count the romantic figures, but also look at the present day!
"Langtaosha·Yangtze River"
Heavy rain falls on the swallows, white waves surge into the sky, and fishing boats are seen outside Chongming Island. There is no ocean, who knows where to go?
Thousands of years ago, Wei Wu whipped his whip, and there was a posthumous chapter in Jieshi in the east. The bleak autumn wind is now again, and the human world has changed.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Seaside"
I just drank the water of the Yangtze River and ate fish from the East China Sea. Thousands of miles of waves crossed it, and my eyes were clear and comfortable. Regardless of the wind and waves, it was better than strolling in the courtyard. I have a lot of freedom today. The Master said on the river: The deceased is like a man! The wind is moving, the turtle is moving
The snake is still, and the grand plan begins. A bridge flies to the north and south, and the natural chasm becomes a thoroughfare. I want to build a stone wall on the Xijiang River, cut off the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain, and create a high gorge out of Pinghu. The goddess should be fine, and she should shock the world.
"Bu Shuanzi·Yong Mei"
Wind and rain send spring back...
etc.
There are ten poems in total.
Each capital has a majestic atmosphere and a grand layout, which makes people feel shocked and cannot get over it for a long time.
Even through the content of these poems, we can see what type of person the author is and what kind of identity he has, so that he could write such poems.
So when Qian Chengzhi copied and circulated these ten works.
fanaticism.
The entire retreat hall was immersed in enthusiastic cheers, reciting these works loudly, and becoming more and more adoring and excited.
"Once these poems are published, who in the world will dare to compete with them?"
"Xujiazhuang is right, Xujiazhuang will never be defeated!"
"This is civilization, a more glorious and dynamic civilization!"
"I, Wang Fuzhi, have decided to follow Xujiazhuang to the death. I will never regret it and never change!"
"Me too!"
Naturally, after these ten poems spread in Nanjing, they caused a shocking effect among the literati subgroup, which was no less than that of the previous debate conference.