Chapter 1264 Wei Zheng’s inquiry
After kicking Fang Jun's feet, Wei Zheng was able to contain his anger a little.
This guy is really wicked!
How can you come up with such dirty words and disgusting people?
Feeling relieved, he picked another cucumber, washed it, and chewed it. In his heart, he felt that what Fang Jun said might not be an exaggeration. The shape of this yellow light... was really easy to use.
A cucumber was eaten up in a while, even the root was eaten cleanly. He never wastes edible food.
Then he pointed at the cucumbers on the shelf unceremoniously and said: "Pick thirty or fifty kilograms and send them back to my house."
Fang Jun gritted his teeth, wondering: "Well... you know, these cucumbers are used to save seeds. Only with many seeds can this delicious vegetable appear on the tables of Guanzhong people at this time next year." So... ten pounds is okay?”
Wei Zheng shook his head: "Since they are reserved for seeds, the two just now should not be eaten. Forget it, just pretend that I didn't say that."
Fang Jun quickly thanked him.
However, Wei Zheng turned around, stared at Fang Jun and said, "It's noon, why don't you see the servants serving food?"
Fang Jun was speechless.
Didn't you just eat two cucumbers? Not full?
He had no choice but to tell his servants to prepare meals quickly.
Wei Zheng stopped talking to Fang Jun and wandered around the greenhouse with his hands behind his hands, looking at this and that with great interest.
Fang Jun stayed behind, explaining something from time to time.
The servant came to say that lunch was ready. Fang Jun asked Wei Zheng to go to the front room to eat. Wei Zheng shook his head and pointed to a well platform made of bluestone under the cucumber stand in the greenhouse: "Just use it here." Dining bar, the environment is good, you don’t have to pay attention to so many rules.”
Fang Jun had no choice but to ask his servants to bring the food.
The four dishes and one soup are all delicious, delicious, and not as delicacies as they are delicacies. Wei Zheng was very satisfied. He sat down with a golden sword, picked up the chopsticks and asked the servant to serve the rice, then sat under the cucumber stand and started eating.
Fang Jun accompanied him to the meal and said a little apologetically: "We don't have to go to the city here, it's a little more convenient. I hope you can be kind to me."
If any family could invite Wei Zheng to have a meal, even a family like the eldest grandson's family would have to treat him with dignity. At least a large table of delicacies from all over the world would be arranged, and the elders of the family would also have to drink with him.
Whose house has Wei Zheng, a smelly and tough official like, ever eaten at?
Now it's better, just pick a few side dishes in the greenhouse, put them in the iron pot, stir-fry a few times, and then serve them...
Wei Zheng shook his head, ate the food with a big mouthful, and said vaguely: "It's very good, and my family can't compare to such richness. Besides, this cooking method originated from your Fang family. Looking at Guanzhong, your family's cooking is the most authentic." ”
Fang Jun knew that Wei Zheng was not being modest, his family was really poor. It's not that he was so poor that he couldn't afford meat like Hai Rui, but compared to most officials in this era, he lived in poverty.
This man is a fool, and all his money comes from his salary.
There is a saying in later generations that an official who relies on salary to live is simply the most failed official...
But Fang Jun looked at Wei Zheng in front of him and felt that this sentence was really ironic.
If every official relied on his salary to live, the common people would be the happiest...
Wei Zheng ate very quickly and didn't talk much. He ate the two dishes in front of him and even poured the soup into the rice bowl and mixed it. Hululu ate it all.
Putting down his rice bowl, he burped, holding the freshly brewed hot tea handed over by the servant on the side, with a satisfied look on his face: "I will send the cook at home to your house later, and let your cook help train you. This job The only way to show the true taste in lightness is to be considered the best cook. ”
Fang Jun naturally had no objections.
Drinking hot tea, Wei Zheng asked: "What did you mean by the advantages of the Han people just now?"
Fang Jun also picked up a cup of tea and pointed at his head: "How to use your strengths and avoid weaknesses to subvert the barbarians at a very small cost is what you central bosses should think about. Don't always fight and kill, use us more. The wisdom and wisdom left by our ancestors, four taels Even if it is a serious face-to-face battle, you should make more use of weapons with huge advantages. You big guys must keep pace with the times. The Tang Dynasty is changing with each passing day. How can you still stick to the old ways? What?”
Regarding Fang Jun's remarks, Wei Zheng sneered: "You are as old as a cat, and you dare to talk about the central government's strategy? You are simply overestimating your capabilities!"
Fang Jun was angry: "What's wrong with being so young? Gan Luo is the prime minister in his twelfth year. We are much older than Gan Luo. Why can't we talk about the center?"
Wei Zheng had a look of contempt on his face: "So you are just a stern scholar. Gan Luo was indeed granted the title of Shangqing because he went to Zhao as an envoy. However, this Shangqing was just a title. It was famous but not powerful. During the Warring States Period, prime ministers must have Shangqing. Your land position, but definitely not every Shangqing has the power of prime minister. Gan Luo was famous for a while, but after he was granted the title of Shangqing, there are no historical records, which shows that his background is shallow and gradually lost to everyone."
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Fang Jun opened his mouth, speechless.
He only knew that countless people throughout the ages had used "Gan Luo's Twelve Prime Ministers" to encourage those who were late, but he never knew that Gan Luo had disappeared from the public after he worshiped the prime minister, and there was no record of it in history...
Compared to Wei Zheng's erudition, Fang Jun, a time-traveler, is almost as illiterate.
Wei Zheng was sitting on the platform of the well, sipping tea, with a cucumber stand above his head, very relaxed.
"I heard that you teach children how to farm in the school?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"More than just a problem? It's a big problem! Where is the school? It is a place where you can read the Four Books and Five Classics and understand the meaning of the words. How can you teach students such vulgar knowledge as farming?" Wei Zheng puffed his beard and stared, very dissatisfied.
Fang Junqi asked: "How did farming become a vulgar knowledge? Furthermore, a certain person always believed that school is a place where knowledge is taught. The Four Books and Five Classics are knowledge, the subtle words and great ideas are knowledge, the art of war and strategies are knowledge, and the chess, calligraphy and painting are knowledge. , even playing and singing silk and bamboo is knowledge. Is farming not knowledge? ”
Wei Zheng said angrily: "When did I say that farming is not knowledge? It's just a simple skill like farming, why should it be taught in the school? Adhere to the seasons, sow in spring and harvest in autumn, that's all. The rest is just relying on the weather and the good weather. The harvest is plentiful, but natural disasters such as drought and floods mean the harvest is poor. What can we teach you?”
Fang Jun knew for the first time that farming was such a simple thing...
He asked in surprise: "Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, that's all? Haha, I would like to ask Duke Zheng why the output of wheat or rice in this farm is more than 30% higher than that of other fields?"
Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Fang Jun was engaged in raising seedlings, and it was precisely because of this that he greatly increased grain production.
But is this considered knowledge?
In his eyes, knowledge can only be found in books written by saints. The rest, whether farming or smelting iron, are just small paths. How can such a sacred place as a school be used to teach these small paths?
Wei Zheng said angrily: "Even if everyone in the world can learn to farm, so what? Even if there is too much food to eat and no one in the world starves to death, I will be happy, but compared with the way of a saint and the way of governing a country, What’s the point of learning?”
There's no way to reason with this stubborn old man...
Fang Jun changed the topic and said: "There are more than fifty students in the Fang family's school. Among these people, only a very small number show the talent for reading. In the future, they can enter the imperial examination and become officials. Then the others What should I do if I don’t have the chance to be an official? I’m not even qualified to be a teacher. It is more useful for them to learn how to farm well. Only when all industries in the world are prosperous can more and more people enter the school to learn the ways of saints and the great meanings of the world. Meng’s scholars, that is the tragedy of the empire!”
Everything is low-grade, but reading is high-grade!
This is a good thing and has greatly improved the national literacy rate.
But what about the result?
The result is that in the eyes of the world, only the Tao of Confucius and Mencius, and only the Four Books and Five Classics, are not popular at all and are useless!
According to the development of Wei Zheng's thinking, sooner or later there will still be the absurd scene of "one Analects governing the world".
Confucius is an eternal sage. No one can refute this, and it cannot even be refuted.
The profound meaning of Confucianism has influenced this nation for thousands of years, and the essence of it has become the way of survival of this nation. It has been inherited and carried forward from generation to generation.
It can be said that the thoughts of Confucius and Saints are the soul of this nation!
However, applying Confucius Sheng's theory to everyone is a recipe for death... (End of this chapter)