After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 1014 Flowers bloom together

Fang Nanzhi was sweating profusely as she dealt with the situation.

On the one hand, one must master the art of language, so as not to truly anger the gentlemen, and on the other hand, one must deal with their questions and examinations.

Later, the teachers discovered that this method also led to rapid progress in their students.

Therefore, he would occasionally use this method to "test" Fang Nanzhi.

Fang Nanzhi was afraid whenever she saw the gentlemen gathered together, but after thinking about it, she realized that Old Zhou was skilled in medicine and that he shouldn't have any disputes with the other two gentlemen, so she felt a little more at ease.

At the dinner table, Old Zhou casually mentioned the meeting that Physician Xing was attending.

Fang Nanzhi told him everything, and also mentioned that Physician Xing had asked her to write a memorial.

The three gentlemen listened attentively, their hearts filled with warmth and immense satisfaction.

Their disciples have grown to this point.

Even someone as sharp-tongued as Mr. Deng couldn't help but show some gentleness.

"Zhizhi, according to you, what kind of status should doctors have?"

Fang Nanzhi had thought about this issue long ago: "It's nothing, as long as the world acknowledges the contributions of doctors to the country and the people, and does not look down on doctors."

She was still very practical, knowing that even if a doctor were to develop further, it would only be in the area of ​​treating and saving lives.

I did not intend for the world to believe in "medical practitioners".

"Oh? In Zhizhi's mind, can doctors and Confucians really be compared?" Mr. Deng asked again.

This is a somewhat sensitive issue.

As Mr. Zhou lowered his eyes and drank his soup, he thought to himself that Mr. Deng and Mr. Zheng should be considered Confucianists.

They might not be willing to let their devoted disciples "disdain" Confucianism.

Fang Nanzhi, however, understood her husband better and knew that he was simply asking a question, not interrogating him.

Mr. Deng is a very easygoing and carefree person.

He was unconventional and had such a reputation at a young age, ranking alongside those great scholars.

But he had no interest in competing for a career in government, nor did he seek refuge in nature or retreat to cultivate his character.

He made no secret of his love of pleasure, and he was quite content staying in the bustling capital, in a secluded corner of the city.

With such a temperament, he was destined not to be attached to most things.

He does not force others to accept his ideas.

Even between a master and his disciple, Mr. Deng would teach, but he would not force his disciple to do anything or become a certain kind of person.

If Mr. Zheng and Mr. Zhou were to say that they were to plan for their disciple step by step while respecting her wishes, then...

Mr. Deng is someone who lets things take their course.

Therefore, Fang Nanzhi truthfully replied, "From the perspective of inheritance and significance alone, that is the case."

"Actually, I think that the Mohist school promoted the relationship between people and tools, so that people could live better lives."

"The Legalists established laws and regulations for the people and the country, set boundaries, and maintained order."

"Taoism and Confucianism place greater emphasis on a person's own character and self-cultivation."

"Military strategists can use it to protect their homes and defend their country."

"..."

"Medicine is about making people healthy, making them live longer, and increasing the population."

“Every single one has its own significance and value. Focusing on just one or two aspects is far less beneficial than having a diverse range of options.”

Mr. Zheng seemed to be deep in thought: "But in the struggle among the Hundred Schools of Thought, Confucianism won."

Fang Nanzhi looked at him with a complicated expression: "Sir, is the reason you say you won because the royal family has always respected Confucianism since the previous dynasty?"

She scratched her face, thinking of an explanation: "In my opinion, the emperor should not and cannot participate in the struggles between various schools of thought."

"Shouldn't an emperor be thinking about how to ensure that his people are healthy and live long lives, have convenient access to food, clothing, housing, and transportation, possess noble character, and also have a strong and prosperous country with orderly society?"

"If that's the case, then the emperor should know that all schools of thought are helpful and can be used together. Why insist on giving exclusive veneration to any one school?"

"Emperors should be even more adept at maintaining this balance."

In Fang Nanzhi's view, it is acceptable for a hundred schools of thought to compete, but they should compete on their own merits, rather than relying on gaining the trust and favor of the emperor to "win".

Mr. Zheng remained silent for a long time, deeply shocked.

People have always revered Confucianism. Although other schools of thought have developed, they are far from matching the status of Confucianism.

In his heart, he also respected Confucianism and took pride in scholars.

But if, as Zhizhi says, all schools of thought have their own significance and value, then wouldn't that be...

Mr. Deng, however, couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

"it is good!"

"Hahaha, I never expected that I, Deng, would take in a disciple who is even more unorthodox than me, hahaha."

"Zhizhi, you are different from your teacher. You are truly broad-minded. Come, let me toast you!"

Mr. Deng's eyes reddened with excitement.

Fang Nanzhi picked up the soup bowl with trepidation and clinked it against her husband's.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Mr. Deng was fine, of course; he was just happy.

All those years of his profound yet simple explanations were in vain; he thought he was a fisherman sitting in the mortal world, watching people struggle.

He thought he was insightful enough, and could easily see through the things in this world.

In the end, they couldn't compare to a teenager who could see things clearly.

Fortunately, this was his disciple.

Mr. Deng was genuinely happy and wanted to get thoroughly drunk.

Unfortunately, Mr. Zheng was still in shock and hadn't recovered at all.

Old Zhou was also silent. At this moment, he clearly realized that Zhizhi was different from him.

He only saw what was in front of him: doctors were looked down upon, and even if they could enter and leave the palace, no one really valued them.

But his disciples saw it from a higher perspective.

Not only do we see the hardships faced by physicians, but we also see the struggles of the Mohists, military strategists...

Her heart and her ambitions were even greater than what Old Zhou had imagined.

In this world, how many people can think about things from such a high perspective? Besides the emperor, it would be the crown prince, and perhaps the prime minister.

Old Master Zhou came here intending to remind his disciple to plan for the long term and proceed gradually, but he received such words instead, which he felt he needed to digest.

He ate and then left.

As for whether or not to write a memorial, Old Zhou thought about it and told her to do as she pleased.

Write whatever you want, and even if you do, it will be Physician Xing who submits it, with someone acting as a shield for you.

Fang Nanzhi was a little tempted, and even felt a pang of conscience: "Sir, how about I treat Physician Xing to dinner?"

Old Zhou stroked his beard and said with a smile, "No need for that, that old fellow was willing himself."

If he didn't want to, Fang Nanzhi wouldn't feel guilty.

So there's no need to feel guilty; Physician Xing has his own plans.

Old Zhou passed away, still in a daze, thinking about those words.

Mr. Deng was the most receptive and the quickest to react, immediately issuing a gag order.

The servants were not allowed to spread these words.

Mr. Zheng remained silent all night. He never expected that the bright young girl he had taken in on a whim would have such insight.

At first, he just thought that the little girl was so smart, and it was rare that her family was so open-minded as to let her study.

Let's just accept it.

Becoming his disciple would help the young girl understand principles and allow her to stay at the academy.