Chapter 564 This is self-humiliation
After returning home, Xu Wei found Hu Zongxian and told him about the previous argument.
"I'm afraid he has been depressed for a long time." Hu Zongxian is a bystander. "When the uncle returned from Suzhou this time, he seemed calm and composed, but he would be in deep thought for a long time from time to time. Occasionally, I also heard him say... This is a thousand-year-old disease. If it is not overthrown, the cycle of order and chaos will continue... He also said... that this cage must be completely broken..."
"Yes, today I heard Master Bo mention the shortcomings of Confucianism. What about literature and science..."
Jiang Qingzhi would naturally not get angry at a teacher for no reason. At first he was angry out of emotion, but later he did it with a purpose.
He is waiting!
The old gentleman was a famous scholar in the capital, but he was willing to teach a group of children. He had many disciples, and some of them were outstanding. He only needed to open his mouth, and wealth would come rolling in. Even if he went out to earn money, it would be enough for him to live on in his old age.
Such people have ideals in their hearts, but they have gone astray.
If you pull it over...
Holding Duoduo, Jiang Qingzhi looked at the cat bed on the roof and was very upset. "Why is the cat bed on the roof?"
Huang Yaner said, "When Uncle was in Suzhou, Duoduo loved to rest on the roof. My wife was worried that he would get cold, so she asked someone to build a nest for him on the roof."
"Meow!" Duoduo patted Jiang Qingzhi with his paws.
"Attracting bees and butterflies!" Jiang Qingzhi touched its head.
"Husband." Li Tian came out of the room, holding a book in her hand, "It's time to prepare the New Year's gifts. Are there any additions or reductions this year?"
"Send one copy to Xiong Jia from the Ministry of Personnel."
"It is said that the old man is upright and incorruptible. I'm afraid he won't accept it." Li Tian had also heard of Xiong Jia's reputation.
"Don't want to accept it? Just give it to him. Xiong Jia might think it's too little."
Li Tian put the matter aside and asked, "Who is your husband waiting for?"
In the past, Jiang Qingzhi would have hidden in his study or a forbidden area, fiddling with something. But today, after returning home, he was strolling in the yard, as if waiting for someone.
"An old gentleman."
"Very important?"
"Ok!"
Wang Tingxiang asked around along Xin'an Lane and found that the neighbors were very welcoming, so he said to Qian Zheng, "I have been to the homes of the rich and powerful in the past, and those neighbors were very respectful, but the neighbors here treat me like a neighbor, which shows that Chang Wei Bo is not a rich and powerful person."
Qian Zheng said: "He hasn't grown for a few years."
"You don't understand." Wang Tingxiang said, "The younger a person is, the more proud he is. This is what we call a nouveau riche. When a person suddenly becomes rich, he will be at a loss, inexplicably excited, and always look for opportunities to show off."
When they arrived at the gate of Bo's house, Qian Zheng went to knock on the door.
The door opened and Menzi came out, "Excuse me, it's..."
Qian Zheng bowed, "Please inform Chief Wilbur..."
"I am Wang Tingxiang." Wang Tingxiang came over, "I want to see Chang Wei Bo for something."
Menzi nodded, "Please come in and have some tea."
The two went in and were taken to a side room to have tea.
Jiang Qingzhi heard the news and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is here."
He went to the front yard, where Wang Tingxiang and his apprentice were drinking tea. When they saw him come in, they stood up and saluted.
"Sit down." Jiang Qingzhi pressed his hand.
"I came here to discuss something with Chang Wei Bo." Wang Tingxiang looked at Jiang Qingzhi with a sharp gaze. "Over the years, I have been quite confused as to why many of my Confucian disciples are corrupt and unbearable as local tyrants. Today, Chang Wei Bo's words have awakened me. This is wrong from the root."
Jiang Qingzhi, who was thinking about the next big game, nodded slightly without saying anything, but he was secretly happy in his heart.
This old man is pretty good!
This is exactly the person he needs!
"Chang Wei Bo said that our Confucianism was helpless in the face of the dynasty's predicament. I have also read a lot of history books and have seen those predecessors... they were indeed helpless. They could only sit back and watch the dynasty fall. So, Chang Wei Bo... or Mohism, do you have any solution?"
Wang Tingxiang looked at Jiang Qingzhi with a sharp gaze, "Chang Wei Bo said that Confucianism said it, and Mohism did it. Today, I will listen attentively."
Are you here to mess things up?
Sun Chonglou rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward when he felt a pain in his ear. He turned around and said, "Master..."
"Behave yourself!" Fucheng growled.
"That old man is so aggressive!" Sun Chonglou said dissatisfiedly.
"Do you think his aura can be as fierce as that of the uncle?" Fu Cheng asked.
Sun Chonglou was stunned. "No!"
"Then why are you anxious?"
Sun Chonglou rubbed his ears, and when he saw Jiang Qingzhi taking out the medicinal cigarette, he stepped forward to light it for him, then turned around and glared at Dou Jialan.
Dou Jialan sneered and gave him a dart in the eye.
Jiang Qingzhi took a puff of medicinal smoke and said, "I have said that Confucianism is helpless in the face of the current predicament. Do you agree with this, Mr. Wang?"
Xia Yan arrived and was startled when he saw Wang Tingxiang, "Isn't this Wang Tingxiang?"
Hu Zongxian asked: "Does Mr. Xia know this person?"
"He is a famous scholar in the capital. He is a noble man who disdains to hang out with those lowly people. I remember when I was the Prime Minister, I went to a banquet and this man was there. Everyone at the banquet flattered me, but this man was indifferent. That's how I remembered him."
Hu Zongxian said: "I heard that it was the uncle who came to mess things up first, this guy probably wants to save face."
Wang Tingxiang nodded, "Yes."
Jiang Qingzhi continued, "Confucianism has nothing to do, but it still talks big. Isn't that right?"
If you ask any Confucian scholar what he thinks about the current situation, most of them will say that the emperor is foolish and that corrupt officials are rampant in the court.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with Confucianism. The ones who are wrong are the emperors and the treacherous ministers.
Of course, there is another culprit, and that is the powerful eunuchs.
Wang Tingxiang nodded, "Yes."
He had heard too many words about prosperity and peace, and too many nonsense about the current situation being caused by incompetent rulers and treacherous ministers, so he agreed with Jiang Qingzhi's boastful evaluation of the current Confucianism.
Although he agreed, he couldn't tell anyone. He wasn't afraid, but he was worried that his disciples would be implicated.
He can make a living by teaching children. His disciples are still young and they cannot waste their best years. As a human being, you have to learn to compromise, otherwise you will be desperate sooner or later.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, do you know how much the biogas digesters have increased farmers' income? Mr. Wang, do you know how many refugees the biogas digesters have reduced for the Ming Dynasty?"
Wang Tingxiang said seriously: "When the biogas pool was first introduced, I questioned it, saying it was just a publicity stunt. Later, when I learned that it was true, I told my disciples that Chang Wei Bo's move benefited the people of the world and the Ming Dynasty, and his merits were immeasurable. But what about now?"
"Mr. Wang, are you worried that Mohism will be a flash in the pan?" Jiang Qingzhi smiled. "It just so happens that Mohism will launch something before the end of the year. I don't think it will disappoint Mr. Wang."
Wang Tingxiang's heart was slightly moved, "I wonder if I know?"
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head slightly. "This matter needs to be kept secret. It's not that I don't trust Mr. Wang, but... Confucianism is everywhere. If this matter is leaked in advance..."
Wang Tingxiang was getting more and more impatient, "I swear, if this matter is leaked, my reputation will be ruined and I will be infamous forever!"
For this old gentleman, reputation is more important than life.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "In that case, follow me."
Hu Zongxian was somewhat surprised. "That thing is regarded as a supreme treasure by Lord Bo, so why would he let this person touch it?"
Xia Yan said meaningfully: "I don't know, but I have a doubt. Wang Tingxiang is a famous scholar and enjoys a good reputation among scholars. If he gets close to the Mohist school..."
Xu Wei said sinisterly: "It's just like if you, Old Hu, suddenly converted to Confucianism, my uncle would vomit three liters of blood."
What the hell!
Hu Zongxian was stunned. "The scholars and officials will probably be so angry and angry that they will go crazy!"
He looked at Xu Wei, "Why didn't you betray Lord Bo and join the Confucian school?"
Xu Wei said calmly, "Those Confucian bastards are worthy of my joining? The only person in this world who can serve me is the Lord."
Xu Wei felt that Jiang Qingzhi was the only one who could tolerate his unruly temper. If he changed his boss, he would most likely turn against him.
Moreover, those owners were so stupid that he could no longer tolerate them, and when he could no longer tolerate them, he would make sarcastic remarks.
Compared with those stupid people, there were always aspects of Jiang Qingzhi that surprised Xu Wei, and even made him feel inferior to him, which always made him secretly admire him.
Turn to Confucianism...haha!
In the small courtyard, Jiang Qingzhi picked up the flintlock rifle.
Reload and aim.
Bang!
Wang Tingxiang, who followed Jiang Qingzhi into the small courtyard alone, was startled.
The smoke cleared and Jiang Qingzhi waved, "Mr. Wang, please."
Wang Tingxiang followed Jiang Qingzhi to the armor target. Jiang Qingzhi pointed at the hole on the target's chest without saying a word.
Wang Tingxiang reached out and touched the hole, and could feel the warmth, even a little hot.
He stretched out his finger to poke the hole in disbelief, and was cut by the sharp edge without realizing it.
Wang Tingxiang raised his head, "This is..."
"This is a New Year gift prepared by my Mohist school for all of you gentlemen," Jiang Qingzhi said modestly.
Wang Tingxiang looked back at the place where he had just stood. "Eighty steps? Is it really eighty steps?"
The rifled flintlock rifle with Minié bullet had a much higher accuracy. After many tests, Jiang Qingzhi's marksmanship improved rapidly and his range also increased accordingly.
"Ninety steps!"
Ninety steps, more than one hundred meters!
Wang Tingxiang was not that kind of pedantic scholar. He said in a trembling voice, "Ninety steps, at ninety steps away, our Ming soldiers can use this to break through the armor and destroy everything. In this way, before we even have to engage in close combat, the enemy will have suffered heavy casualties. This... this... this is the ultimate weapon! It's extremely sharp!"
"Yesterday, I heard those people discussing at a gathering that Long Wilbur would not be able to produce anything that would benefit the country and the people before the end of the year, so how could they humiliate Long Wilbur then? Humiliate? That's asking for humiliation!"
Wang Tingxiang snatched the flintlock rifle and said, "May I give it a try?"
"Easy to say!"
Later, there was a bang.
"I missed it."
"Come again!"
"Oh!"
"I hit it, I hit it!"
"I was hit in the calf."
"My armor is pierced. I am too old to lift a knife or kill anyone, but I can hold this weapon to kill the enemy. How many people are there in the Ming Dynasty? If everyone holds one, who in the world can defeat me?"
Wang Tingxiang bowed deeply, "This old man is convinced."
"I'm in a dilemma. Would you like to give me a hand, Mr. Wang?"
"Please tell me, Long Wilbur. I will do whatever I can to help you!"
……
Later, Wang Tingxiang walked out of the small courtyard and said goodbye to his disciples.
After leaving the Bo's Mansion, Qian Zheng did not ask where Wang Tingxiang had gone, but mentioned his own article.
"Don't mention the article. I'm afraid I won't have the time to answer your questions from now on."
"Sir, are you...going on a long journey?"
"Not far, just outside the city."
"Do you want to be a teacher for others, or to join the staff?" Over the years, many families wanted to invite Wang Tingxiang to be their own teacher or staff, and the remuneration was so generous that it was heart-stirring, but the old gentleman always sneered at them all, and would not change his original intention even if he lived a poor life.
Qian Zheng was also happy for his husband. After all, people also need to eat grains.
"Teacher, but I teach a bunch of kids who haven't received much education."
"Which one are you talking about, sir?"
"Mo Family."
(End of this chapter)
