When Zhao Qian returned home, the second and daughter of the family rushed up to hug the father. On weekdays, the boss rushed to the front, but today this guy didn't show up. Zhao Qian went to his wife and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Dalang?"

"Don't pay attention to him." Xiao Meimei replied unhappily.

Zhao Qian wanted to see his eldest son, but he still refused to go. He went back to the study and took out the draft to continue writing the article. He was writing, but when the door of the study opened, he turned around and saw the eldest son walking in with his head down. He walked to Zhao Qian with a grievance and said nothing. Zhao Qian pulled over to the high chair prepared for the children and asked, "Do you want to sit down?"

"No." The eldest son said in a frustrated voice.

Zhao Qian didn't speak and continued to write his own things. But his son was by his side, so Zhao Qian couldn't concentrate completely. He immediately felt dissatisfied with his son. He didn't want to see this little bastard, and he looked up and saw the banner of "Treat yourself and treat others well" on the wall opposite the desk. Zhao Qian felt that his heart was touched and immediately felt a little ashamed. It is natural for the children to come to their parents when they feel wronged. Zhao Qian himself would be affected because Zhao Qian did not practice enough. Because he did not practice enough, he would take his anger on his child. What is this? No matter what the child said next, he would have to make up a crime for the child based on the troubles he mentioned?

Thinking of this, Zhao Qian recalled that he was a child. He couldn't remember many things clearly, but he only remembered that his father was not like this back then. No matter how Zhao Qian was fucked by the side, his father was always calm and composed. Thinking of this, Zhao Qian turned his head to look at his son, but did not speak first.

Seeing that my father finally paid attention to him, my son spoke up wrongly, "Dad, today my mother scolded me and said I knew how to show off."

"Oh? Only today?" Zhao Qian asked.

"Well, yesterday, the day before yesterday, my mother scolded me." My 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. The little guy struggled a few times and stopped resisting. Zhao Qian felt that he saw himself when he was a child. His father said that the reason why children show off to their parents is that they need to get external proof when they grow up, and that they feel comfortable because some of their previous actions were recognized and appreciated by their parents. Such actions will be repeated in order to pursue comfort. No matter which factor is stronger, it will lead them to like to show off in front of their parents. Showing off is the appearance, and expecting to get the comfort in their hearts is the essence.

Now that he has understood this truth, Zhao Qian doesn't remember asking his father how to deal with this problem in a targeted manner. He remembers that when he heard his father say this, he was confused and completely unaware of what his father meant. He couldn't take his son to see his father immediately, so he could only settle the matter in front of him first.

"Dalang, do you want to raise a high place?"

"No." My son seemed very sad.

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

"Of course my mother knows a lot."

"How did you feel the first time you teach your younger brother and sister to do something you have learned?"

"Well... well... I'm very happy. I think I'm very awesome."

"What about the second and third time?"

"I think they're stupid."

"You think you have this feeling, and your mother also has this feeling."

After hearing what my father 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 see me as a fool."

"Hahaha." Zhao Qian hugged his son and smiled. When his son's emotions calmed down, Zhao Qian continued: "If you don't want your mother to treat you as a fool, then don't tell your mother what you know. If you don't know anything, just ask your mother. In this way, your mother will not treat you as a fool."

"But...but...isn't it a fool? My mother said that."

"Well, that's because your mother is unhappy. She doesn't think so."

"Really?" The eldest son showed a puzzled look.

"Come on, I'll teach you a word, and you'll tell your mother. OK?"

"Will my mother think I'm stupid after I've said it?"

"I said earlier that your mother didn't think you were a fool at first. She said that just because she was unhappy."

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

"Tell me, Mom, I told you what I learned before, because I think you will be happy to say this. If I don't talk about what I learned in the future, I will ask you if I don't know anything. But don't call me a fool again."

"Mom, I'll learn not to tell you what I'm... Well, don't call me a fool, either."

"Haha..." Zhao Qian couldn't help laughing, but felt that such a smile would be a blow to his son. He bit his lips and smiled and turned his face. It took a while to curb his smile. The children were so cute, they really had clear goals and straightforward.

"Dalang, tell me again, Mom, I told you what I learned before, because I think you will be happy to say this. If I don't talk about what I learned in the future, I will ask you if I don't know anything. But don't call me a fool again."

After teaching it more than ten times, the son memorized the whole sentence. Zhao Qian asked his son to practice it. The 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 are right."

"Ah?" Zhao Qian suddenly awakened his childhood memories by these words. This truth suddenly overlapped with the facts. Even if he was scolded by his mother Qin Yuzhen, Zhao Qian actually didn't care when he was a child. He instinctively wanted to make me happy, and then snuggled beside me and acted coquettishly. That feeling made him feel that this confusing and uneasy world was safe.

Before Zhao Qian could say something deeply touched, his son had jumped to the ground and hurried out of the study to find his mother. Zhao Qian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He did not expect that he would be educated by his children. Now he felt more strongly the uneasiness brought to him by this unknown world, and learned the reason for this uneasiness from his father. But now he forgot the feeling of peace of mind. In fact, peace of mind does not require words or special actions. He snuggled by his mother on weekdays and followed his father when he encountered something, Zhao Qian felt at ease. Zhao Qian knew it before, but only now understood.

Looking up again at the banner on the wall of "Be kind to yourself, treat others well" and the prince of Song Dynasty was deeply moved that he could die in the morning and night. He sincerely helped others solve the real difficulties he encountered, and was also helping himself. Zhao Qian looked at the other banners and felt that he didn't feel anything. When he looked back on the table, he saw that he could not get the key manuscript. He only felt blessed and suddenly realized. What articles he could write were important, but more importantly, his mentality.

Standing up and walking to the desk where you are practicing calligraphy, Zhao Qian took a pen and wrote, "The scholars in ancient times are for themselves, and scholars in today are for others. A gentleman learns to beautify himself; a villain learns to be a bird and a calf." After writing this, Zhao Qian felt very satisfied, but he 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 called arrogance without asking questions, and it is called arrogance when asking questions one and two. Arrogance is not, and arrogance is not; a gentleman is like a head.

After writing this passage, Zhao Qian suddenly smiled and understood the meaning of the wise Xunzi. This passage is about a method. If no one asks you for advice, others are called impetuous, and questions and answers are called long-winded. Impulsive and long-winded are all wrong. A gentleman should answer questions like an echo of the empty valley, with no more or less, just right.

During the day, Luo Yiren, the Lifan tribe, answered the comparison between the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period and the current world. There was no more or less about the themes, and it was indeed "arrogant, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad." A gentleman is like a head. No wonder my father valued Luo Yiren so much. In the past, Zhao Qian just thought that Luo Yiren was indeed different, but today he could truly understand one of the advantages of Luo Yiren.

After writing down the specific practices of Xunzi's education in the latter paragraph, Zhao Qian decided to use this paragraph to remind himself of his shortcomings.

When he sat back in his seat, Zhao Qian looked at his previous manuscript again. After a few glances, he felt something was wrong. After looking carefully, he felt ashamed and excited. He looked up and looked at the banner "Treat yourself and treat others well" and tried hard to drive away his shame. Zhao Qian buried his head and began to rewrite the manuscript.

In the next seven days, Zhao Qian looked for experts to find a bibliography, and then in the reading room, he read all the parts of the classics and documents that were more than one person tall about the Khitan, Xixia, and Mongolia how the Han people used the Han people to serve them. After reading it, he was ready to continue writing the manuscript he assigned, but found that he could not continue writing at all. If the records in historical books were all true, Zhao Qian felt that all his previous views were shaken by these historical materials.

At this time, he realized that if he had to write, the Tang Dynasty Sikong Tu "Thoughts of Hehuang" was enough to write everything. From Xiaoguan to the dust of war, Hehuang cut off the spring in a foreign land. The Han'er said everything about Hu'er, but cursed the Han people at the top of the city.

This Tang Dynasty poet who passed the imperial examination and was killed by Emperor Ai of Tang, and died at the age of 72, saw everything that the Tang Dynasty poet, as the imperial meeting said, was never the Hu people, but those Hu people who could use the Han people to fight against the Han people. With the powerful Song Dynasty as a support, Yang Congrong had contact with so many Hu people overseas, and finally could see the truth clearly.

After confirming this, Zhao Qian sorted out his father Zhao Jiaren's history of the Northern Expedition. He originally felt that the purge was too tragic, but at this time he fully understood that the bloody purge standard was not for revenge, but for eradicating the root of the barbarians' power.

The Han people were tall and had better strength and martial arts than the Hu people. When the Hu people supervised the war, they didn't care about the casualties of the Han people. The Han people enslaved by the Hu people could only fight to the death. After the Song army died together with the Han people in the new affiliated army, the Hu people took the opportunity to attack and could easily win. It also created the reputation of the strong barbarians in the north. It was really the Hu people's turn to fight against the Song army by themselves. The Hu people were also humans, and they would be afraid to escape when they encountered a critical situation. Their escaped stronger than the Han people. Therefore, the Song army was invincible to fight north of Yinshan, and finally reshape the reputation of the Han army.

Damn barbarians, Zhao Qian cursed in his heart, and picked up his pen to start writing. All the historical materials and his own experiences were merged into ideas, which naturally emerged on paper. Zhao Qian did not find that he neither wanted to receive any praise nor tried to form any perfect theories. The tempered ideas were naturally recorded on paper.

After he finished writing, he found that his son and daughter were sitting on the high feet and climbing up to read a book. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that this was indeed true. Apart from knowing that this happened, he neither paid attention nor cared, and let the two children do their own things.

Seeing his father put down his pen and looked at him, the two children jumped out of the chair and threw themselves down by Zhao Qian and pulled him to speak. The anger, sadness and anger in Zhao Qian's chest was immediately put down. He picked up a child with one hand and went to the living room to comfortably talk and play with them.

A few days later, Zhao Qian's manuscript passed the review and began to be serialized in the "Da Song Daily". The Ministry of Lifan and Ministry of Foreign Affairs saw the full text in advance. After reading it, Luo Yiren praised: "I didn't expect that the prince could actually speak in a good way without nonsense. It was rare."

Yang Congrong himself was completely unfamiliar with the prince, and he did not want to stand up to defend the prince. However, when Luo Yiren implied that the current prince's level was limited in the past, he couldn't help but feel a little trembling. Lu Bofeng didn't think so. As an official from a Jinshi, Lu Bofeng inherited the Jinshi's character of not fearing power. What's more, Lu Bofeng himself also felt that the things the prince wrote before could not be compared with the Zhao Guan family. This time the manuscript has been greatly improved, and even made Lu Bofeng feel a bit like the Zhao Guan family's son.

Seeing that others didn't say anything, Lu Bofeng continued, "Old Yang, we will send someone to negotiate with the slave dynasty soon. Do you think they will turn the finger at us without any wits?"

"Since the slave dynasty is so powerful, I think I have to be at a certain level in the country." Yang Cong-chan replied calmly.

"That place in India..." Lu Bofeng sighed very much.

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

"Is it that magical?" Yang Congrong was very surprised. Although the Eastern Roman landed behind, what he did was still within the scope of understanding. Chinese Buddhism originated from India. Master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty went to seek Buddhist scriptures. Why were the places where he could write works such as the Diamond Sutra were considered strange by the two ministers of the Song Dynasty at the same time?

Looking at Yang Cong-chan's calm expression, Lu Bofeng sighed: "I guess you think Master Xuanzang is going to seek Buddhist scriptures. Tianzhu will not be too bad. But do you know, three of the four major temples in Tianzhu have been destroyed, and the only one remaining is basically the same as the end. The people in Tianzhu are not where wise men gathered hundreds of years ago."

Yang Congrong could only ask: "What does Tianzhu look like now?"

Luo Yiren could only introduce to Yang Congqing: "We have almost beaten up the southern and central parts of Tianzhu. People who are particularly good at climbing along the pole and dealing with them will cheat them. When they beat them up, they will roll around the ground and beg for mercy. While begging for mercy, they will not forget to ask you for benefits. The pure hob meat. There is a saying in the official family that I agree very much..."

Lu Bofeng followed, "Non-violent, no cooperation."

After hearing this impolite comment, Yang Congrong blinked for a while and said, "Isn't this just fearing power but not losing virtue?"
Chapter completed!