Later, Li Zhi asked Yu him repeatedly, and then he said, "I refused to marry because Lord Wei is in a high position and I don't want to follow the powerful."

After hearing this, Li Zhi even used it as a joke to talk to me, but this made me feel attentive to this character, and his views on Confucianism do have his unique side.

He believed that the great sage teacher, that is, Confucius, did not advocate discrimination against industry and commerce, and advocated learning from the strengths of a hundred schools of thought. Mencius also advocated respecting public opinion, believing that public opinion was the foundation of the founding of the Tang Dynasty. Mencius's people were the most important and the country was the second best. The concept that Uncle Li and the people were water, able to carry boats and can also overturn the boats.

At this moment, Wang Yifang still stared at him angrily, looking insulted. There was no good product from Li Ke and Li Zhi next to him. Li Zhi tilted his head and mind, while Li Ke was leisurely, sipping tea and lying on his face, as if he was watching a good show.

Take a deep breath and take a long breath. After a long time, I finally calmed down a little. After exposing my two rows of front teeth to the nerd, I decided to reverse his abnormal mentality.

"Brother Yifang, are you enough money to spend?" I signaled to Wang Yifang to drink tea, and then asked. Wang Yifang took a big mouthful of tea and answered happily: "There are meat and vegetables for meals, and the clothes are also Lingluo, and the head is covered with wind and rain." It seems that this guy wants to learn from me, but he can write a piece of inscription on the humble room?

I quickly raised my hand to signal Wang Yifang. I knew his economic situation and cleared my throat: "I have tens of millions of people in the Tang Dynasty. How many are there for brother Yifang? How many are there for brother Yifang? How many are there for brother Yifang? How many are there for brother Yifang? How many are there for brother who are not covered with food and still study hard?"

"This..." Wang Yifang rolled his eyes, thought for a long time, and said in a very inaccurate tone: "Wang thought that if someone is not a lot, he would probably have to take up the majority of those who are not covered with food."

Li Zhike became interested now. He knew that I had started teaching people a lesson again. He sat upright and stared at me and Wang Yifang happily, as if he wanted to see a good show.

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"Oh, that's it? I asked Brother Yifang. What did you rely on to live before you became an official?" I continued to induce.

Wang Yifang's old face turned slightly red: "Of course, it depends on his parents. Before Wang got fame, he always relied on the thin fields at home to make a living."

"Your parents are still there? Sorry, Brother Yifang, I really have a reason to ask this question. Please answer it accordingly." I smiled at Wang Yifang, well, I always feel that my image looks a bit like a big bad wolf. But I have to do so.

Li Zhi next to him smiled strangely and nodded, indicating that Wang Yifang would answer my question honestly.

Fortunately, Wang Yifang's parents are still there. "So that means you have achieved fame and reputation and joined the army of the King of Jin Mansion. Was it supported by your parents?"

Wang Yifang nodded happily, and this time he admitted it very happily. "Since that's the case, what do those poor people who are homeless or who are unemployed or who die prematurely rely on? What do you rely on to buy grain and rice, and what do you rely on to exchange travel expenses and paper and pen, and come to Chang'an to take the imperial examination in order to have the money to support your family in the future?"

I also understand this very well. A person who relies on donations from friends or relatives and friends, and some even become a buyer's business. In order to collect travel expenses, he came to Chang'an to find a way to settle down. However, there are more than a thousand scholars like this. Many poor scholars often live in Chang'an. In the end, those with better fates are appreciated by some dignitaries and become their disciples, or they are elected as officials, or they are forced to work as accountants in Chang'an to support themselves, or some eloquent scholars simply become storytellers. I have witnessed this with my own eyes. When I asked Li Ke to help a group of scholars for training, there were many poor scholars who filled their stomachs and covered their bodies with clothes. They were forced to be stories.

After hearing what I said, Wang Yifang lowered his head and frowned tightly. He could see that he was not feeling well, "Well, Lord Fang exchanged manuscripts for funding, which is also a way to allow poor scholars to survive in hard work. However, since Wang has become an official in the court, his family is enough. This experience is just to discuss the knowledgeable people in the world. Therefore, I hope Lord Fang will give this money.

Leave it to those who need him more.”

"Well, Lord Wang is worthy of being a model for us. This courage alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people." Li Ke next to him couldn't help but shout, "Damn, what's the point? I haven't seen me yet?"

He glared at him with an innocent expression, and Li Zhi shook at me from the side, which meant that Wang Yifang was afraid that he was just such a person. Even a prince could not make a decision. Can you, Lord Fang, do it?

"I wonder if Lord Wang has heard a story about how Confucius views his disciples redeem slaves?" It's okay, you don't want to get the manuscript, and we still have a way. Didn't you call yourself a pioneer of Confucianism and a different generation of the Saint Confucius? Now, I have to convince you, and let these two princes see the true face of Confucianism, the second male of Fangfu, who is well-informed and well-read in poetry.

"Confucius' disciples bought slaves?" Li Zhi also came here curiously, very curious about this story. "Confucius did this?"

Wang Yifang frowned: "Wang seems to have seen this story before, but it's been a long time, and I think I can't remember the specific content."

"Oh, there is really this matter. Brother Jun said quickly. Brother Wei also wants to know what this matter can have to do with Lord Wang's affairs." Li Ke smiled. Li Zhi next to him also nodded vigorously, wanting to hear what I can fool.

I didn't have time to deal with these two guys, so I said to Wang Yifang seriously: "In the Warring States Period, there was a thing that if you saw slaves or prisoners of war in another country, the merchants could pay for it, and then the country would return the money to the merchants. A disciple of Confucius, this disciple, Fang, also forgot whether it was Zilu or Zigong. This disciple saw a slave from his country abroad, and he bought it back. He was very rich and had a noble morality, so he didn't care about the country asking for money. Originally, he

Confucius would praise him, but Confucius said: Everything should be done according to the rules. If you do this, if others see slaves buy them and ask for money, then they will show that their character is not as good as you. If he doesn’t want money, then he may not have the strength. In the long run, no one will buy slaves and come back. If you do this, you will show your character, but those slaves abroad will not be able to return to the country, the country will also lose the people, and the merchants will not be able to show their kindness. Your actions of being alone will harm the interests of everyone."

After these words, not only Wang Yifang, but also Li Ke showed a contemplative look. Li Zhi changed his mind: "The Jun Ge'er meant that Confucius' disciples should ask for money from the country. In this way, all people act according to the rules. Although they did not show how noble their character was, they allowed the people of the country to seek redemption and the merchants to show their kindness. Is this the truth?

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I nodded to Li Zhi with great relief: "The Confucian scholar can be taught, and this is the reason. Now, Lord Wang is the disciple of Confucius, and your manuscript is the prisoner of war that you need to redeem. Those scholars who are much poorer than you are, those merchants. I don't know whether Lord Wang wants to listen to Confucius' words or do his own nobleness. Of course, Fang did not say that the Lord Wang is wrong in his behavior, but because you, as a prestigious person, should set an example. From this, a rule can naturally be formed, and those scholars from relatively poor families can realize it in this way. Moreover, it also proves his value. I wonder what Lord Wang wants to do?"

This time, Wang Yifang finally stopped refusing and stood up and bowed to me: "Wang almost ignored the honesty of the adult because of his own face. Since that's the case, Wang was disrespectful. However, Wang still felt that this money was too much?"

"Not much, this is entirely based on the commission of the number of seals." I quickly explained. Wang Yifang stared for a while, and Fang Zi said again: "This wealth is not unrighteous, it is the reward of my hard work. I will thank Lord Fang for so much."

After this incident, although some old Confucian scholars were still talking, I was still half a Confucian elite, and I put all my words in the Ming Dynasty and sacrificed Confucius. What else can you do? Opposing this is to oppose Confucius, opposing your spiritual leader, and opposing the Confucian classics you have long regarded as spiritual food.
Chapter completed!