When Zhao Qian returned home, the second child and his daughter jumped up and hugged his father. On weekdays, the boss rushes to the front, but today this guy didn't appear, Zhao Qian went to his wife and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Da Lang?" ”

"Ignore him." Xiao Meimei replied unhappily.

Zhao Qian wanted to go to see his eldest son, but he still couldn't help but go. He went back to his study and took out the draft and continued to write the article. As he was writing, he heard the door of the study open, and turned his head to see the eldest son walking in with his head down. He walked up to Zhao Qian and didn't speak with an aggrieved expression. Zhao Qian pulled over the high chair prepared for the babies and asked, "Do you want to sit down?" ”

"Don't." The eldest son said in a dejected voice.

Zhao Qian didn't speak either, and continued to start writing his own things. It's just that his son is by his side, Zhao Qian can't fully concentrate, and his dissatisfaction with his son suddenly rises in his heart. He didn't want to look at the little rabbit cub, and when he looked up, he saw the banner on the wall opposite his desk, which read 'Be kind to yourself and be kind to others'. Zhao Qian felt that his heart was touched, and he immediately felt a little ashamed. It is natural for the babies to come to their parents when they feel wronged, and Zhao Qian himself will be affected because Zhao Qian himself does not practice enough. Because of his lack of cultivation, he turns around and angers the baby, what is this? Could it be that no matter what the baby says next, he will have to make up a crime for the baby according to the troubles he said?

Thinking of this, Zhao Qian thought back to his childhood. I can't remember a lot of things clearly, but I remember that my father didn't do it back then. No matter how tired Zhao Qian is next to him, Dad can always be calm and calm about what to do. Thinking of this, Zhao Qian turned his head to look at his son, but did not speak first.

Seeing that his father finally paid attention to himself, his son spoke aggrievedly, "Dad, today my mother trained me, saying that I know how to be tricky." ”

"Oh? Only today? Zhao Qian asked.

"Well, yesterday, the day before yesterday. My mother trained me. The son's voice became more and more aggrieved.

Zhao Qian understood his son's emotions, he picked up his son and let him sit on his lap, and the little guy struggled a few times before he stopped resisting. Zhao Qian felt that he saw himself when he was a child. Dad said that the reason why children show off to their parents is that they need to be proven by the outside world when they grow up, and secondly, because some of the children's previous actions are recognized and appreciated by their parents and they feel comfortable, and they will repeat such actions in order to pursue comfort. Whichever factor is stronger, it will cause them to like to be able to do it in front of their parents. Hope is the appearance, and expecting to get the comfort in the heart is the essence.

Now that he understands this truth, Zhao Qian doesn't remember asking his father how to deal with this problem in a targeted manner. He remembered that he was confused when he heard his father say this, and he didn't understand what he meant at all. He couldn't take his son to see his father right away, so he could only settle the matter in front of him first.

"Da Lang, do you want to raise it high?"

"Don't." My son looked very sad.

"Da Lang, do you think you know more, or do you think your mother knows more?" Zhao Qian changed the angle of entry.

"Of course, my mother knows more."

"You taught your younger siblings to do something you've already learned, how did it feel for the first time?"

"Hmm...... Well......, it's a pleasure. I think I'm amazing. ”

"What about the second and third time?"

"Think they're stupid."

"You feel this way, and your mother feels this way."

Hearing what Dad said, the boss was anxious, he grabbed Zhao Qian's arm and said anxiously: "I don't want to be a fool." Dad, I don't want my mother to treat me like a fool. ”

"Hehehe." Zhao Qian hugged his son and smiled, and when his son's mood calmed down a little, Zhao Qian continued: "If you don't want your mother to treat you as a stupid, then don't tell your mother what you know, you won't know anything, just ask your mother." That way your mother won't treat you like a fool. ”

"But...... But...... Wouldn't it be stupid? That's what my mother said. ”

"Well, that's your mother upset. That's not what she thinks of herself. ”

"Really?" The eldest son looked puzzled.

"Come, I'll teach you a word, and you go and say it to your mother. Good no good. ”

"Won't my mother think I'm stupid after that?"

"As I said earlier, your mother didn't think you were stupid at first. She only said this because she was upset. ”

“…… Oh...... "The little guy seemed to understand, but he listened."

"You tell your mother, mother, I told you what I learned before, because I think you will be happy to say this. I won't talk about what I've learned in the future, and I won't ask you anything. But don't say I'm stupid anymore. ”

"Mother, what did I learn not to tell you...... Well, don't call me stupid either. ”

"Hehe......" Zhao Qian couldn't help laughing, but he felt that such a smile was only afraid that it would hit his son, he bit his lip and twisted his face with a smile, and it took a while to contain the smile. The kids are so cute, really purposeful and straightforward.

"Da Lang, follow me again, mother, I told you what I learned before, because I thought you would be happy to say this. I won't talk about what I've learned in the future, and I won't ask you anything. But don't say I'm stupid anymore. ”

It took more than a dozen times for my son to memorize the whole sentence. Zhao Qian asked his son to practice, and his son was about to jump off Zhao Qian's leg, but he reached out and grabbed Zhao Qian's arm, and said excitedly: "Dad, I just want to make my mother happy." You're right. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Qian was suddenly awakened by these words, and his childhood memories were awakened. This truth suddenly overlapped with the facts, even if he was reprimanded by his old mother Qin Yuzhen, Zhao Qian didn't care when he was a child. At that time, he instinctively wanted to make the old lady happy, and then snuggled up to the old lady and coquettishly or something. It was a feeling that made him feel safe in this confusing and unsettling world.

Before Zhao Qian, who was deeply touched, could say anything, his son had already jumped to the ground and hurriedly ran out of the study to find his wife. Zhao Qian had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he didn't expect to be educated by children instead. Now he felt the uneasiness brought to him by this unknowable world more strongly, and he also learned the reason for this uneasiness from his father. But now he has forgotten the feeling of peace of mind. In fact, peace of mind does not require words or special actions. Snuggling up to his mother on weekdays, and following his father when he encounters things, can make Zhao Qian feel at ease. Zhao Qian knew it before, and he only understood it today.

Looking up at the banner on the wall again, 'Be kind to yourself and be kind to others', the prince of the Great Song Dynasty was deeply moved by the fact that he could die at the end of the day. Sincerely helping others to solve the real difficulties they encounter is also helping themselves. Zhao Qian looked at the other banners and felt that he didn't feel anything. When my eyes fell back on the table, I saw that I had missed the key documents. He only felt blessed to his soul, and suddenly enlightened. What you can write is important, but what is more important is the mentality.

Standing up and walking to the side of the bookcase where he practiced calligraphy, Zhao Qian picked up his pen and wrote, 'The scholars of the past are themselves, and the scholars of today are people. The gentleman's learning is also to beautify his body; The learning of the villain is also thought to be a calf'. Writing this, Zhao Qian felt very satisfied, but felt that it was still not enough, as if something was missing. After thinking about it, he tried to write the following paragraph.

Therefore, it is proud to tell without asking, and it is difficult to tell two things when you ask. proud, non-also, non-also; A gentleman is like a gentleman.

After writing this paragraph, Zhao Qian suddenly smiled and understood the meaning of the sage Xunzi. This passage is about the method, no one asks you to teach others to be impetuous, and asking one and two questions is called verbose. It is not right to be impetuous and verbose, and the gentleman's answer to the question should be like an echo in the hollow valley, no more, no less, just right.

Luo Yiren of the White Dynasty replied to the comparison between the Spring and Autumn Period and the current world, and there was no more or no less around the theme, and it was indeed 'proud, non-also, 囋, non-also; A gentleman is like a gentleman'. No wonder my father values Luo Yiren so much, in the past, Zhao Qian just felt that Luo Yiren was indeed different, but today he can really understand one of Luo Yiren's advantages.

Write down the specific practices of Xunzi's education in the following paragraph, and Zhao Qian decided to use this passage to remind himself of his shortcomings.

Sitting back in his seat, Zhao Qian re-read his previous draft, felt that something was wrong after a few glances, and looked at it carefully, and was even more ashamed and excited. Looking up at the banner of 'Be kind to yourself and be kind to others', trying to drive away the feeling of shame, Zhao Qian buried his head and began to rewrite the manuscript.

For the next seven days, Zhao Qian sought out a bibliography from an expert, and then read through the parts of the one-person-tall classics and documents about how the Khitans, Western Xia, and Mongols used the Han people to work for them. After reading it, I was ready to continue writing the manuscript I was assigned, but I found that I couldn't write it at all. If the records in the history books are all true, Zhao Qian feels that all previous opinions have been shaken by these historical materials.

At this time, he realized that if he had to write, the Tang Dynasty Sikong Tu "River Huang Feeling" was enough to write everything. As soon as the dust of war began in Xiaoguan, the river Huang cut off the spring in a foreign land. The Han children did their best to speak nonsense, but they scolded the Han people to the city.

This Tang Dynasty poet who was admitted to the Jinshi and died at the age of seventy-two after Emperor Ai was killed, saw all that the powerful were never the Hu people, but those who could use the Han people to fight the Han people. With the powerful Great Song Dynasty as his support, Yang Congrong was finally able to see the truth after coming into contact with so many Hu people overseas.

Determined this, Zhao Qian sorted out the history of his father Zhao Jiaren's Northern Expedition. Originally, he also felt that the purge was too tragic, but at this time he fully understood that the bloody purge standard at that time was not for revenge, but to eradicate the source of the barbarian's power.

The Han people are tall in stature, and their strength and martial arts are stronger than those of the Hu people. The Hu people didn't care about the casualties of the Han people at all when they were war, and the Han people who were enslaved by the Hu people could only fight to the death. After the Song army and the Han people in the newly annexed army were wiped out, the Hu people took the opportunity to attack and could easily win. It also created a false reputation for the northern barbarians. It was really the turn of the Hu people to fight the Song army with knives and guns, and the Hu people were also people, and they would be afraid and flee for their lives when the situation was critical. Their instinct to flee is stronger than that of the Han Chinese. Therefore, the Song army was invincible in the north of Yinshan, and finally rebuilt the prestige of the Han army.

Damn barbarian, Zhao Qian scolded in his heart, picked up his pen and began to write. All the historical materials and my own experiences are fused into ideas, which naturally emerge on the paper. Zhao Qian didn't realize that he didn't want to get any praise, nor did he try to form any flawless theory. Tempered ideas are naturally recorded on paper.

When he finished writing, he found that his son and daughter were sitting on high feet and reading a book. After thinking about it, I remembered that there was such a thing. Aside from knowing that this was happening, he neither paid attention nor cared, and let the two babies do their own thing.

Seeing that the father put down the pen and looked at him, the two babies jumped down from the chair, threw down Zhao Qian's side and pulled him to talk. The anger, sadness, and anger in Zhao Qian's chest were put down in an instant, and he picked up a baby in one hand and went to the living room to talk and play with them comfortably.

A few days later, Zhao Qian's manuscript passed the review and began to be serialized in the "Great Song Daily", and the Ministry of Finance and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs saw the full text in advance. After reading it, Luo Yiren praised: "I didn't expect the prince to be able to say something and have no nonsense." Rare. ”

Yang Congrong himself was a complete stranger to the crown prince, and he did not want to stand up and defend the prince. But when he heard Luo Yiren alluding to the fact that the current crown prince had a limited level before, he couldn't help but tremble a little. Lu Baifeng didn't think so, as an official from Jinshi, Lu Baifeng inherited the Jinshi's spirit of not being afraid of power. What's more, Lu Baifeng himself felt that what the prince had written before could not be compared with the Zhao Guanjia at all. This time, the manuscript has been greatly improved, and even makes Lu Baifeng feel a little bit like the son of Zhao Guan's family.

Seeing that others were silent, Lu Baifeng continued: "Old Yang, we are about to send someone to negotiate with the slave dynasty, do you think they will turn the finger at us without interest?" ”

"Since the slave dynasty is so powerful, you have to have a certain level if you want to come to the country." Yang replied calmly.

"That place in Tianzhu, ......" Lu Baifeng sighed very much.

"Well, Tianzhu is really a magical land." Lu Baifeng couldn't help but follow.

"Is it that amazing?" Yang Congrong was very surprised. Although the Eastern Roman region was backward, what it did was still within the scope of comprehension. Buddhism in China originated from Tianzhu, and Master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty went to seek Buddhist scriptures, why was the place where he could write such works as "Diamond Sutra" recognized as strange by the two ministers of the Great Song Dynasty at the same time?

Looking at Yang's incomprehensible expression, Lu Baifeng sighed: "I guess you think that Master Xuanzang went to ask for Buddhist scriptures, and Tianzhu would not be too bad." But do you know that now three of the four major temples in Tianzhu have been destroyed, and the only one that remains is basically finished. The people on the other side of Tianzhu are not where the wise men gathered hundreds of years ago. ”

Yang Congrong could only ask: "What is Tianzhu like now?" ”

Luo Yiren could only introduce to Yang Congrong: "The southern and central parts of Tianzhu have almost been beaten by us, where people are particularly good at climbing along the pole, and when dealing with them, they will be abducted and deceived." If you beat them, they will roll on the ground and beg for mercy, begging for mercy while not forgetting to ask for benefits from you. Pure disc hob meat. There is a saying in the official family that I agree with very much......"

Lu Baifeng followed, "Non-violence, non-cooperation." ”

Yang calmly listened to this unkind evaluation, blinked his eyes for a while and said, "Isn't this just fearing power and not being virtuous?" ”

"yes. It's already a barbarian, and you can no longer see the scene of the past. Luo Yiren sighed from the bottom of his heart.