Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Early in the morning, Ma Zhan practiced the Thirty-Six Axes of Tiangang in the yard for an hour.

Although that old dog Marda made up the word count and scribbled three axes.

But the first six axes are still quite good.

After finishing his training, he went to face Ma Laoqi's wrath.

In the main hall of the Qingshui Marquis Mansion, Ma Qi was dressed like a scholar and sat upright.

Ma Botong and Yuehua sat in the upper seats, one on the left and one on the right.

I plan to see how the traitor Ma Zhan refutes Ma Qi, so that I can escape from studying Confucian articles.

Because the atmosphere was a bit serious, Ma Zhan could only stand.

He stood closer to the door, ready to escape at any moment.

Yuehua had long seen through Ma Zhan's little thoughts, so she smiled and did not expose him.

Ma Qi stood up, pretending to be a scholar. Just as he was about to speak, Ma Zhan couldn't help but covered his mouth and laughed.

"You little brat, what are you laughing at?" Ma Qi got off to a bad start.

"It's okay, it's okay, Uncle Seventh."

Ma Zhan suppressed a smile. "Honestly, the more a pure warrior pretends to be a cultured person, the funnier it gets."

Ma Qi snorted, indicating that he was not willing to argue with Ma Zhan, and said:.

"Huzi, you only value Confucianism and don't read the writings of the sages.

Do you know that Confucianism practices art through literature? Without Confucian literature, how can there be Confucian art? . . . "

Ma Qi talked a lot and drank water several times.

Ma Zhan sighed, "I didn't expect Ma Laoqi to be so eloquent. He's even on par with that charlatan Ma Si."

Maybe Ma Qi was tired of talking, or maybe Yuehua was tired of listening. When the scene was briefly quiet, Yuehua spoke.

"Huzi, why are you silent?"

Ma Zhan chuckled.

"Haha, I think Uncle Seven is right."

Ma Qi already knew what Ma Zhan meant by "hehe", which was obviously a mockery of him.

In Ma Qi's mind, it was okay to mock himself, but it was not okay to look down on Confucian articles.

He pointed at Ma Zhan and yelled, "What do you mean, you little bastard?"

"Fuck, what did I say? Ma Laoqi, why are you so excited?" Ma Zhan scratched his head.

"Uncle Qi, I agree with you. Confucian writings do have something to offer."

"How can I put it like that? Confucian writings are the crystallization of the wisdom of countless sages."

"Yes, that's right, Uncle Qi is right." Ma Zhan flattered

"Then do you want to learn it or not~?"

Ma Qi blushed, and Ma Zhan's evaluation of him as a corrupt scholar was a heart-wrenching remark.

"Haha~ I don't want to learn."

This "hehe" is an obvious expression of disdain. This world has no Four Books and Five Classics, no Analects of Confucius, and no historical books like Records of the Grand Historian and Book of Han.

It can be seen that this era was lacking in literature and morality, and scholars rarely reflected on historical facts.

When Ma Zhan said this, not only Ma Qi, but Yuehua couldn't help it either.

I also received instruction from great Confucian scholars in the palace. In today's world, there are hundreds of schools of thought, and Confucianism is particularly favored by those in power. What is this child thinking?

"Why not learn?"

Ma Zhan did not answer Yuehua's question directly, but asked Ma Qidao instead.

"Seventh Uncle, are the people looking for Confucian articles to help them farm, build houses, and raise livestock?

Do merchants need Confucian articles when doing business, coachmen when driving, and boatmen when operating boats?

Can Confucian writings be used by local officials to govern the local area and by police chiefs to catch bandits?

Are Confucian texts useful for an army marching or a general attacking a city?"

Ma Qi was speechless after being asked this question. He knew that Ma Zhan was making excuses, but he couldn't refute it.

The Confucian texts he read did not contain any information on how to deal with sophistry.

Ma Zhan continued: "Confucianism is nothing more than a gentle girl that the emperor needs.

Confucianism emphasizes etiquette and respect for the elderly.

Only when Confucianism and Taoism prevail can the emperor's rule be stable.

Why does the Enke only test Confucian classics, history, and literature?

As for scholars, they are lazy and don't know the difference between grains.

The special examination was just a pie in the sky that the emperor painted for the scholars of the world.

Occasionally, a few lucky people get to eat the real thing and make it onto the list throughout their lives.

Uncle Qi might as well think about it and see how many of the people standing in the golden palace are from poor families.

Martial arts are flourishing in the world today, and knights use force to break the law. Practitioners are the biggest threat to the imperial family.

Those in power need Confucianism, and Confucian writings are a set of paper shackles that bind those who practice cultivation.

As for Confucianism... I haven't met a Confucian practitioner yet, so I can't comment on it..."

Ma Zhan kept on talking until he almost believed it.

Hearing these words, the others broke out in cold sweats. Is this kid trying to rebel? He dares to say anything.

If this news gets out, not only Ma Zhan but also the Qingshui Marquis Mansion will suffer.

"Shut up, you little bastard."

Ma Qi slammed the table and said sternly.

"You kid are courting death, get away and don't get us into trouble."

Although there has been no literary inquisition since the founding of Daliang State, not everything can be said casually, let alone in front of a princess of a country.

Although Yuehua's face was not looking good at the moment, she seemed to have heard a different voice and became a little interested in this outrageous words.

"Don't panic, Lao Qi. Hu Zi, please continue."

Ma Zhan really didn't want to say it, mainly because he was afraid of getting beaten.

Seeing Yuehua's expression, he would not stop until he finished speaking.

If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you keep your head down, you'll get a knife.

"It's clear from the letter from the Marquis's study that there's hardly a day without war in the world these days.

Conflicts between tribes, frictions between countries, and hatred between humans and demons.

The reason why our Daliang State can stand firm is because we have taken the path of hegemony.

Confucianism, Legalism, Agriculture, Mohism, Yin-Yang School, Diplomacy, the military, and martial arts each have their own duties, this is the way of hegemony.

When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace. This is a prosperous people.

If you dare to fight when you encounter a battle, you will surely win; if you see a city, you will surely conquer it. This is the sign of a strong country.

If the people are prosperous and the country is strong, our country will surely prosper and last forever."

Ma Zhan's words basically revealed the essence of the current Liang State.

Similarly, the gorgeous robes of the court and nobles were also torn off.

Yuehua had a blank expression on her face, but her heart was filled with turmoil.

Surprised by such remarks, surprised by Ma Zhan.

Fortunately, this kid listens to me in everything, otherwise, it would be a disaster for the world.

Yuehua pondered for a moment and said to Ma Zhan.

“You don’t have to study Confucian literature, but you can freely read any official documents, letters, and military reports from the Ma family.

So stop here today, and don’t tell anyone a word of what you said.”

Ma Zhan bowed and agreed, feeling very happy.

What made him happy was not that he could skip school, but that Yuehua still protected him even though he had said something that could lead to the death of his entire clan.

Just as Ma Zhan was about to leave, Ma Qi took out the judge's pen from somewhere.

"Uncle Qi, what are you doing? I was wrong. Don't hit me."

Ma Zhan was extremely cowardly at this moment.

Ma Qi didn't say anything, Ma Botong said.

"Your seventh uncle, with his pen, has pointed out all the thirteen states of Beihe Road. Learning from your seventh uncle will benefit you greatly."

The next moment, Ma Zhan was lifted up by Ma Qi's collar and taken to the training ground without even touching the ground.

Ma Zhan's screams continued until the sun set.

In the end, Ma Qi still felt distressed. After all, the thirteen servants of the Ma family all regarded Ma Zhan as their own son.

Sometimes strict, sometimes loving.

Ma Qi took out the medicine and planned to treat Ma Zhan's injury. After looking at Meng Yao, he gave the medicine to Meng Yao.

Ma Qi turned around and left a word.

"We'll continue after breakfast tomorrow."