Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Hearing Kong Jia give him specific questions and reasons for specific analysis, Zhao Lang felt a little numb.

No wonder so many famous scholars in later generations will study Chinese classics.

Zhao Lang thought it was because he didn't want to make progress, but he didn't expect that he was short-sighted.

Although I have already done this, it is because I have thousands of years of experience in my previous life!

Our ancestors have taught us these principles long ago.

This is the inheritance of Chinese culture.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang said convincingly,

"Teacher, the students are taught."

Just hearing this, Chen Ping on the side was a little confused.

In the past two days, he had learned some things from Zhang Er, and Zhao Lang had already found King Yan.

But why don't you say it?

Isn't this the best time to impress others?

Chen Ping asked himself, if it was him, he would definitely not be able to hold back.

The other party is the head of Confucianism. How fulfilling should it be to make the head of Confucianism look at you with admiration? !

Zhao Lang asked with some doubts at this time,

"Teacher, is it too much for students to use these methods..."

It's not easy for Zhao Lang to say the following. After all, the methods he used to calculate were not upright.

To be honest, although this matter was done, I still felt a little pimple in my heart.

When Kong Jia heard this, he knew that Zhao Lang had encountered obstacles. Sure enough, Lang'er was still kind-hearted, and he couldn't bear some tricks.

But instead of answering the other party's question directly, he asked,

"Lang'er, tell me, who is more important and who is less important in this world?"

Zhao Lang still knows about this problem.

"The people are the most important, the society is second, and the king is the light."

This is what Mencius said.

Kong Jia nodded, he knew that Zhao Lang was not just conforming, as the head of the peasant family, the interests of the peasants were also Zhao Lang's interests.

Of course, people do not only refer to farmers.

"Is it that troubled times are good for the people, or are troubled times good for the people?"

Zhao Lang was slightly taken aback, he already knew what the teacher was going to say,

"You mean, as long as the purpose is for the people, you don't have to care too much about the means?"

"Is this contrary to the teachings of the sages?"

Kong Jia returned with a smile,

"Lang'er, are you going to demand yourself with a saint?"

Zhao Lang was taken aback for a moment, of course he didn't have such an idea.

Kong Jia said with a serious face,

"Lang'er, the world is in turmoil. In troubled times, nothing but satisfying the desire for power of careerists."

"For the people of the world, every moment, every moment, is a great torment!"

Kong Jia has seen troubled times.

The dignitaries scrambled for power, the corpses of soldiers littered the field, and the people starved to death everywhere.

The horror is beyond words.

So no matter what method Zhao Lang used to deal with those powerful people, Kong Jia didn't think there was any problem.

Hearing the teacher's different interpretations of the words of the sages, Zhao Lang also let out a slight breath.

The little knot in my heart has been solved a lot, and I replied,

"Students are taught."

Kong Jia nodded in satisfaction and continued,

"It's just that the time to do these things now is shorter, so you have to hurry up."

Zhao Lang still nodded obediently.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping at the side couldn't sit still anymore.

He almost died of anxiety for Zhao Lang.

Obviously these things have already been said, but why didn't Zhao Lang say it?

Chen Ping couldn't help shaking a little bit.

Kong Jia saw it, but also felt a little doubtful.

The two talked until late at night. Kong Jia looked out the window and continued,

"Let's stop here for today's class first, Lang'er, you can go to the Zhuangzi to rest today."

It should be Zhao Lang's salute.

Then he took Chen Ping and walked outside.

When the two reached the door, Kong Jia remembered something and followed.

Zhao Lang had just left the door here, and Chen Ping couldn't help asking,

"Girl Lang, you have clearly arranged for King Yan, and the other kings have also prepared countermeasures."

"Why didn't you tell the head of Confucianism?"

"It's better to let the head of Confucianism know your methods."