Chapter 26 Confucianism, Is It Strong?

Seeing the choices in front of him, Zhao Lang suddenly smiled.

He had encountered this option before, but it was a pity that it appeared together with papermaking.

So he didn't choose.

Now that it appears again, how could he let it go.

As for the proficiency in calligraphy, it is also very good, after all, Zhao Lang was in his twenties in his previous life.

The words are still the same as chicken feet crawling.

But this is nothing compared to the Encyclopedia of block letters.

So Zhao Lang chose the complete block script without hesitation.

"Sir, I don't want to write any more."

Zhao Lang gritted his teeth and said.

Immediately, all the teenagers in the yard looked over, and Zhao Xie at the side also raised his head.

At this time, Kong Jia raised the ruler that had just been put down.

Although he was hired by someone, he will not relax any of the principles that he should have.

What's more, in his heart, this is still the battlefield between him and Qin Shihuang.

"Why, if you don't explain the reason, I will punish you ten strokes with the ruler today!"

Kong Jia said sternly.

"Because... I feel a little uncomfortable in my hands today."

Zhao Lang didn't want to argue with the other party at all.

Because different from my father, these old Confucian scholars are all educated and big trolls!

If you argue with him, he can start from the ancient times in a minute, and then quote the classics to make you useless.

As far as spraying people is concerned, Confucianism can be said to be the most well-deserved number one.

Come to think of it, someone else invented the term scolding war.

Escalating cursing to the level of war, some people have been scolded to death!

Therefore, he just wants to complete the task and get the reward.

At this time, Kong Jia snorted coldly and said,

"I just saw you leading people over the wall in the morning today, and you are very flexible."

"Continue to write! Another penalty is to write ten bamboo slips!"

Hearing the punishment, Zhao Lang took a deep breath.

In the past few days, he also tried to engrave characters on the bamboo slips, which was simply not a human job.

And if you do this, the task will not be completed.

Zhao Lang could only bite the bullet and say,

"Sir, this character is too difficult to write. The more I write, the more I want to sleep."

Just as Zhao Lang finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter behind him.

Zhao Lang immediately glared at the past, wanting to see which ignorant kid dared to laugh at him.

But he found out that it was Zhao Xie, the disciple brought over by Kong Jia.

Kong Jia also frowned slightly, he was educating Zhao Lang, it's not appropriate for you to make fun of him out loud.

Zhao Xie's reaction was quick, his face became serious, he stood up and said,

"My lord, although you are the master of Zhuangzi, you invited me back, sir."

"But the way to study is difficult, but how many people want to learn but fail, how can you give up halfway?"

Hearing this, Kong Jia also nodded.

Zhao Lang actually agreed with this statement, but the current situation does not allow him to surrender.

Keep on toughening your scalp,

"It's not that I don't want to learn, it's just that this word has too many gestures and is too complicated. It would be nice if it could be simpler."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Jia frowned.

Just then, someone said,

"Sir, I also think it's too difficult. I've studied for several days, and now I can't even write my name."

"If the characters can be simpler, we will definitely be able to learn them."

Zhao Lang looked back and saw that he was going to die.

Good boy, I usually don't love you for nothing, so I know that I will come out to share the firepower at this time.

The other teenagers also spoke out.

Kong Jia looked at it, but regained his composure, and then said,

"You all think this word is too complicated?"

The teenagers nodded almost in unison.

Kong Jia put down the ruler,

opened his mouth and said,

"Forget it, I was the one who was in a hurry. I just thought that you are getting old, so I want you to learn Chinese characters as soon as possible."

"But I didn't tell you the origin of characters and its importance to China."

"You can see that since the beginning of Pangu, the universe has been prehistoric, and people are like dogs..."

When Zhao Lang heard this, his whole body went numb.

Sure enough, what he feared most came.

This old Confucian scholar actually started talking about the beginning of the world!

After a while, Kongjia finally said,

"Afterwards, Cangjie created characters, and visions descended from the sky. Every stroke, every painting, is the painstaking effort of the predecessors."

"Look at it now, how can this word be simplified?"

After hearing this, the teenagers in the yard showed solemn expressions.

At this time, even the most hard-core die, said,

"Patriarch, sir is right, let's practice calligraphy well."

Zhao Lang also scratched his hair in pain.

Because what the old Confucian scholar said was quite right, writing is an extremely important feature and symbol of a civilization.

Look at the whole world.

Chinese is the only remaining ideographic script.

It cannot be changed at will.

But he has block letters!

In order to get a complete set of block characters, this wave of Zhao Lang must be strong,

"Mr. is right, this word cannot be changed at will."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Kong Jia's face. To be able to convince these thorny students is also a sense of accomplishment for the husband.

It's just that before the smile expanded, I heard Zhao Lang say,

"But that doesn't mean that the word cannot be changed, it shouldn't be changed!"

"In ancient times, the ancestors used pictures to paint, then there was Zhong Dingwen, then there was Dazuan, and now there is Xiaozuan."

"Words are simplified step by step. Aren't we people as smart as the ancients?"

The more Kong Jia listened, the more he frowned. After Zhao Lang finished speaking, he said coldly,

"What nonsense!"

"Wait, how can we compare with the ancient sages!"

He is a descendant of Confucius. According to Zhao Lang, he is disrespectful to his ancestors.

So it is impossible for him to agree with this statement.

Zhao Lang couldn't help sighing.

Confucianism, strong or not?

Strong, it can be said to be very strong.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have brought down the rest of the schools of thought.

But the shortcoming is also very fatal, that is, the classics of the ancients are regarded as insurmountable rules.

Then draw a prison for yourself, and be self-sufficient.

Huaxia suffered a lot because of this.

Having said that, Zhao Lang decided to go all out. Offending a teacher is nothing more than getting block letters.

If you get angry with this gentleman, just find another one.

So said,

"Why are the people of today inferior to the ancients?"

"If this is the case, then we should still be wearing animal skins and living in the wild."

"It is the step-by-step progress that makes China's glory possible."

Zhao Lang stood up at this moment and turned his gaze to the teenagers in the yard.

He doesn't care if the old Confucian scholar listens to these words, as long as these young people can understand them,

"What we have to do is to learn from the experience of our ancestors, and then keep moving forward and making progress!"

"Therefore, a disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher does not have to be better than a disciple."

Zhao Lang used Han Yu (Tang)'s words to make the final explanation.

At this moment, Kong Jia and Zhao Xie stood there dumbfounded.