Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

Of course, it is a big thing for the head of Confucian scholars to receive disciples.

So even if Liaodong was in the northeast of Daqin, hundreds of Confucian scholars gathered in the county at this time.

It doesn't look much, but if you just imagine, there will be more people in Xianyang's Confucian debate than there are now.

After all, there are not many scholars in Daqin.

When Zhao Lang first started, he was a little worried about whether his body would be overwhelmed by these scholars running so far.

After all, the impression that scholars have in the past decades of "the power to bind the chicken" is not so easy to change.

But when he was greeted at the door, he saw a group of brawny men riding horses.

Put on a military uniform, it's a sturdy cavalry team!

Zhao Lang suddenly realized that a dull impression was undesirable.

Some people even said to the Kong family,

"Head of Confucianism, your student looks quite handsome, but his body is thinner."

"My generation of Confucian scholars, the six arts of gentleman, but the same can not be left behind!"

"This time, when I came to Liaodong, I also killed a group of bandits by the way."

After speaking, there was a burst of laughter like a big bell.

Zhao Lang slightly estimated that if he was his own in his previous life, the opponent might have killed eight with one punch.

This also gave Zhao Lang another direction to think.

"Damn, Confucianism can spread so well, could it be that this group of Confucian students came out?"

Thinking that Confucius took three thousand disciples back then, everyone was studying with a sword in one hand and books in the other.

The more Zhao Lang thinks, the more likely it is.

Thinking about the Mohist school again, there is also a group of Wandering Xia.

The two schools that Daqin blended best were guaranteed by force, which can explain the problem.

Soon the ceremony began.

At the very beginning, Zhao Lang thought that he would have seen the concept of rituals in his previous life.

A bunch of red tape, and then bow down.

After seeing this group of Confucian scholars, Zhao Lang thought about another extreme, that is, like the Liangshan heroes in his previous life, drinking and eating meat with big bowls.

But when the ceremony was really held, Zhao Lang realized that he was wrong in both of his thoughts.

It's more like a meet-and-greet. It's probably Kong Jia who will introduce him. This is my disciple. I will take care of it in the future.

Very relaxed.

But when saluting, the five big and three rough men were extremely courteous and courteous.

This made Zhao Lang couldn't help but feel a little dazed, but he soon realized.

This is what a scholar should be!

The body is strong and the mind is flexible.

After the salute, Zhao Lang, under the leadership of his teacher, got to know the great Confucian scholars.

Zhao Lang carefully noted down one by one, and these people will use it no matter what.

Just dealing with these people, Zhao Lang still feels a little strenuous.

When these great Confucian scholars were talking, they all quoted the scriptures very naturally, and Zhao Lang almost exposed them.

The little stuff in his stomach is not enough for others to talk about.

It's just that the big Confucians don't have any ridicule, but they say that he is courteous and benevolent.

It was hard to get through until the evening, when everyone said goodbye.

After Zhao Lang sweated profusely, he followed the teacher back to the study and wiped off his sweat.

"It seems that schoolwork has fallen out these days."

Kong Jia said with a smile.

Zhao Lang nodded in shame. These days, he has been struggling to read, and most of the books he read are from Sun Wubing, indeed he did not read the Confucian classics.

At this time Kong Jia's face changed slightly and said,

"Stretch out your hand!"

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, but still stretched out his hand.

Snapped!

There was a clear sound.

A fierce pain came from his hand.

"hiss!"

Even Zhao Lang couldn't help but gasped.

"I don't know why I beat you?"

Kong Jia asked with a serious face.

Zhao Lang touched his own hand and returned,"This is the teacher who is waking up his disciples, and must always keep the heart of learning."

Kong Jia shook his head.

Zhao Lang suddenly didn't understand, and said,

"Teacher, why is that?"

Kong Jia sighed and said,

"Hey, your status is different from the past. If you don't fight now, it won't be easy to fight in the future."

When Zhao Lang heard this reason, he didn't know how to answer the call.

Kong Jia said quickly,

"Today, the old man happens to give you another class."

Zhao Lang naturally should, and soon the two of them sat down.

Zhao Lang has not forgotten Chen Ping, who is next to him. Today, the other party also made a lot of effort.

In the future, Zhao Lang on the Confucian side also intends to let the other party contact him.

It's just that this time there are not many ram scholars coming, and I feel a little regretful.

Chen Ping saw that the two of them were about to talk again, so he cleverly found a position against the wall and did it well.

Leaning back against the wall, even if your teachers and students say that the sky is broken today, he cannot be astonished and sit on the ground like last time.

"As in the turmoil today, you have the name of King Zhao again."

"The teacher will test you from the general trend of the world."

After the opening of the quotation, Kong Jia quickly entered the topic.

"How do you think about the turmoil today?"

Hearing this, Zhao Lang couldn't help but clicked his mouth, the subject was a bit too big.

What do you think?

He wanted to sit and watch, but it was a pity that everything was not as expected. He went back,

"Teacher, the world is turbulent, students can't see clearly."

Kong Jia was not surprised, this was just a conversation at first, and he continued to ask.

"The resurrection of the survivors of the Six Nations, you inherited the name of King Zhao, are you planning to use this to restore the Kingdom of Zhao, to the time when the Seven Kingdoms stand side by side?"

Kong Jia intends to ask about Zhao Lang's ambition first.

Hearing this, Zhao Lang hesitated and said,

"Teacher, although the students inherited the name of King Zhao, they actually didn't agree with the time when the Seven Kingdoms were joined together."

In Zhao Lang’s heart, there was always only the idea of ​​unification.

"Seven countries stand side by side and fight each other, bringing only chaos."

China's internal melee and internal consumption are the least worthwhile.

Kong Jia's eyes lit up and said with a smile,

"Lang'er, aren't you doing these things right now?"

Zhao Lang showed a wry smile. Indeed, the teacher was right. He sighed and said,

"Teacher, there are too many careerists in this world, but there is only one in that position, and the students are forced to do so."

The relationship between him and the emperor is still not easy to say at this time.

After all, it is related to their father's life.

The best way to keep a secret is to not say anything about it.

If it weren't for being forced by the First Emperor, he didn't want to compete with that group of people for some world.

Now, there is no choice.

Seeing Zhao Lang's helpless look, Kong Jia's heart suddenly became smoother.

You see that the students have doubts, and the teacher will help you solve them.

This is normal teacher-student communication.

Kong Jia was also more interested at this time and said,

"In that case, you have to make up your mind earlier."

"Teacher, there is also a strategy to solve your doubts."

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up when he heard, and said,

"Please sir to teach me!"

Kong Jia said casually,

"This policy is only two words, and it is divided and drawn together."

Soon, Kong Jia said the own strategy. Seeing that Zhao Lang seemed to have something, he became more interested in it. For example,

"The old man heard that King Yan hasn't whereabouts yet. If you can find King Yan..."

Kong Jia stopped halfway after speaking.

A good teacher must learn to guide students to think for themselves.

It's just that before he finished his words, he saw Chen Ping on the side, but he didn't fall down, but his face flushed, as if he heard something funny.

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