"...So your question is, how did Confucianism survive so long in the hands of Taoism, Mohism, and famous scholars?" Ju Zizhou carved a knife and drilled a hole and answered Ying Zheng's question: "This is naturally because Confucianism has the deepest foundation in reality. Do you still have to think about it?"

"Reality foundation?" Ying Zheng frowned.

"Have you forgotten what I told you before?" Ju Zizhou was a little dissatisfied: "If the productivity in a certain aspect develops to a certain extent, the production relations in this aspect will not be able to maintain the existing pattern, and the contradictions will intensify and eventually form confrontation."

"This is the current situation in the world. The productivity of today's world is much higher than that of Zong Zhou, so the feudal system in the Zong Zhou era could not even be able to maintain the current pattern. The countries attacked, the big countries annexed small countries, and the strong were bullying the weak." Ju Zizhou finished drilling the hole and blew a light breath: "It's time to change."

"So all countries want change and all want reform."

"The laws and systems of Wei, Qi, Qin, and these countries have changed a lot compared to the past, but the changes of the rulers themselves are actually not keeping up with the times." Ju Zizhou tried the hole drilled with his finger, and felt that the size was right, so he began to drill a hole in the marked place.

"Without facing the threat of death, or finding a more suitable and more efficient means of exploitation, the ruler cannot spontaneously change the production relations to which he belongs." Ju Zizhou looked up at Ying Zheng.

"That means that no matter how the law or system changes, the basis for the rule of the nobles is still the same as before."

"Where is Confucianism?" Ju Zizhou asked, "How much did you know about Confucianism before you hated it?"

Ying Zheng shook his head: "I don't know much."

The advantages of tedious etiquette and rough principles are almost impossible to see compared to other school studies.

"Without investigation, there is no right to speak. Before you understand, you can say that you hate it, but you can't judge whether it is good or bad." Ju Zizhou drilled for a while and felt a little cold, so he stood up, picked up the clay pot on the charcoal basin, poured a cup of boiling water for himself and Ying Zheng: "Drink some water to warm up and warm up."

"Oh." Ying Zheng held up the rough pottery bowl with both hands, and while blowing the hot water inside, he watched the fog rise gracefully.

"Why are senior brothers so depressed? " Ying Zheng asked, "Don't you feel very tired?"

Ju Zizhou's actions of pouring water were slightly paused, and then, as if nothing had happened, he picked up the boiling water and drank it in a small sip.

Seeing that Ju Zizhou did not reply, Ying Zheng stopped asking questions.

"There are no substantial changes in the aristocrats. Their 'sacredness' is still the same as the production relations they formed are not much different from those a hundred years ago, two hundred years ago, and five hundred years ago."

"Which Confucianism, although the knowledge of this family was founded and analyzed by a specific aristocrat named "Confucius", in fact, Confucius himself did not do any real analysis." Ju Zizhou smiled: "He just kept summarizing and summarizing the daily life and behavioral norms of the aristocrats of the old era, and told these fees to other "scholars" who had no chance to learn all this."

"What he taught his disciples was how to be a qualified nobleman and all the qualities a nobleman needed." Ju Zizhou looked at Ying Zheng: "Because Confucius himself has always been a nobleman, his description of the nobleman was dominated by beautification."

"Then A Zheng, tell me, is this beautification of his good or bad thing for the nobles?"

Ying Zheng nodded: "It's an absolutely good thing."

"So what will the nobles do and what will they think?"

Ying Zheng thought a little: "Those guys who do not want to make a complete change in "relationships", just like my father, still do not believe in Confucianism, at least they will not oppose or exclude Confucianism."

"The nobles in the world all think this way and do it!" Ju Zizhou sighed: "So Confucianism is the most powerful company in this world. Although the reform is powerless and the reform is incompetent, they are the ones that are truly recognized by the nobles."

"So, go further..." Ying Zheng frowned: "The knowledge of Confucianism is the fastest one to gain benefits today?"

Ju Zizhou nodded: "Yes, learning Confucianism does not require any talent or in-depth thinking to get good treatment."

"So there are the most Confucians!" Ying Zheng nodded: "So Confucians are the ones that are most likely to laugh at the last among the hundreds of schools of thought!"

There are many people and great power.

"Yes..." Ju Zizhou sighed: "They are indeed the most likely to laugh to the end..."

Because they are closest to reality!

"But Confucianism..." Ying Zheng began to be distressed again: "In this way, they will also suppress the development of productivity, right? They are even more repulsive to progress than Shangjun."

Ju Zizhou raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think so?"

"Because senior brother, think about it, Confucianism's knowledge teaches people to be nobles and obey old relationships, but the development and progress of productivity will intensify contradictions and lead to the reconstruction of production relations. This is simply unacceptable to Confucianism!"

"What else?" Ju Zizhou asked.

"And?" Ying Zheng looked at Ju Zizhou: "You had expected it long ago?"

Ju Zizhou shook his head: "I just think your statement can be more perfect."

His heart was beating wildly.

Ying Zheng looked at Ju Zizhou, his big eyes narrowed, his eyes penetrated through the mist and condensed on Ju Zizhou's face.

lie!

"I've recorded what my senior brother said before!" Ying Zheng sighed and withdrew his gaze.

Ju Zizhou dared not tell the truth to himself.

Ying Zheng said: "Confusing the subject of the problem, messing up the cause and effect of things, and summarizing everything with morality... These common Confucian words... I remember, if it's okay, senior brother, I will go back to the palace first... You should go home early."

As he said that, Ying Zheng glanced at the wooden bed in the corner and the quilts stacked on the bed: "If you always live here, you will get sick."

Ju Zizhou nodded: "I'll go back soon. You can go back first, be careful on the way."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Ying Zheng stood up and left with a bowl of boiling water.

Confusing the subject of the problem?

Ying Zheng looked up at the sky.

The snow fell heavily in the sky.

What a familiar means.

This time I saw you, Meng Ao.

The last time I saw you was in the mouth of... Senior Brother!

After standing for a while, Ying Zheng strides forward.

"Confusing the subject of the question, thus avoiding the answer to the question, and leading the question to another thing." Ju Zizhou's voice echoed in his mind.

And this kind of evasion answer...is also an answer, isn't it?

Senior brother!
Chapter completed!