Daqin storyteller, starting with an inventory of the top ten emperors

Although he has gradually realized the choice Bai Su mentioned.

However, what Confucianism taught him since he was a child is benevolence and kindness.

Therefore, when I heard that the foreign race should die cleanly, I still couldn't bear it.

"Zhao Su, it's okay to be nice to your own people."

"Be kind to the people of Daqin, and the people are grateful and grateful. This is called benevolence."

"As for the aliens? The white-eyed wolves you don't know well, treat them well, and they will bite you hard!"

"Foreign races will always be a serious problem for the descendants of China!"

"Non-my family, its heart must be different."

"Those aliens, no matter how much they benefit from you, they will never be grateful."

"They will only think that you are easy to bully, and even think about how to bite you back!"

"Being kind to one's own people is benevolence."

"Be good to the alien race, that's called the Holy Mother!"

What Bai Su said made Fu Su fall into deep thought.

"You said Confucian scholars taught you to be kind and caring for the people, so what should you do?"

When he finally talked about his field of expertise, Fusu felt confident all of a sudden.

"Implement a benevolent government, lighten the corvee and lighten the tax, appoint Confucian scholars, and forgive the common people."

"Abolish harsh punishments and laws, rest with the people, and let the people rest and recuperate."

Looking at Fusu who was talking eloquently, Bai Su's mouth curled into a weird smile.

"Well said."

"How to do it specifically?"

"This, this..."

Fusu was speechless again, he only knew that he could do this.

But how to do it, he doesn't know!
Mr. Chunyu and the others didn't teach it either!
Bai Su shook his head.

"Do you know how much food costs per catty?"

"Do you know how much land the people of Great Qin have cultivated?"

"If the tax is light and the tax is light, do you know what kind of tax they can accept at the highest?"

Fusu asked three questions and didn't know anything, and was completely stunned.

"You don't know anything, how can you live with the people?"

Fusu was completely silent.

"Everything must start from practice, and only by knowing how the people are living can we know how to treat them well."

"It's not something that can be done with a simple tribute, and the livelihood of the people."

"Forget it, let's talk about this later."

"Today, I will teach the Analects first."

"Did you bring your textbook?"

Fusu nodded, and quickly put a book of Analects on the table.

Looking at the Analects of Confucius, Bai Su froze for a moment before recovering.

Forget, there are many countries in this era.

Papermaking has long been spread to Qin.

He thought that Fusu would pull out a thick bamboo slip from behind.

Opening the Analects of Confucius, Bai Su asked: "I heard the Tao in the morning, and I can die in the evening. What do you mean?"

Fusu smiled confidently, and replied: "If you can understand the truth in the morning, it will be worth dying in the evening."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Bai Su expectantly, hoping to get Bai Su's compliment.

However, Bai Su just shook his head and uttered a word that broke Fu Su's heart.

"wrong!"

Fusu was dumbfounded.

wrong? !

How can it be!

His Analects of Confucius was taught by Dr. Chunyu himself!
Who is Dr. Chunyu, the Confucian leader of the Great Qin Dynasty!
An extremely famous Confucian scholar in the whole world!

Mr. Chunyu has countless disciples and many disciples, and is revered by people!

How could the Analects taught by Mr. Chunyu be wrong!

Seeing Fusu's shocked expression, Bai Su nodded slightly.

"Not only wrong, but dead wrong."

"I heard from the morning that the real meaning of dying in the evening is that if I find out the way to your house in the morning, you will die in the evening."

Ok? ? ?
Fusu's eyes widened suddenly!
How can this be the explanation?
The Analects of Confucius is the words and deeds of Confucian sages, how could it mean this!
Looking at Fusu with a terrified expression.

Bai Su smiled slightly.

Demo, since you are studying the Analects of Confucius.

Then I will start with the Analects of Confucius.

Bai Su had a lot of deliberation yesterday.

Zhao Su, a child of Confucianism, was obviously fooled by Confucianism.

If it is a child of an ordinary family, it is fine to study Confucianism.

But looking at Lao Zhao, he is definitely a high-ranking official in Qin State.

At least Doctor Qing started.

The Qin State's system of official and salary is still prevailing.

It is very likely that Zhao Su will take over from Lao Zhao one day.

As an important minister of a country, if he is fooled by Confucianism, he will become a corrupt Confucian.

There is no benefit for Yu Guo.

As we all know, Confucianism can do nothing but talk and fool people.

If such a Zhao Su is allowed to be an official, let alone the country and the people.

Bai Su was afraid that one day he would anger Brother Zheng and be chopped off with a knife.

Brother Zheng hates Confucianism, who doesn't know.

If Zhao Su went to court, he would still be full of corrupt Confucianism.

That's basically it.

Lao Zhao is his long-forgotten friend, so he can't just sit back and watch him being cheated by his son.

Besides, Lao Zhao is a generous man, he is so generous, and the class fee is [-] gold!

I have to be worthy of the money I charge!

Therefore, Bai Su decided to change Zhao Su by magic.

Pull him away from the path of rot!
Well, I am definitely the most qualified tutor in the world!
"Sir, why do you say that?"

"I have never learned this sentence in these years."

If it wasn't for the fact that he had already seen Bai Su's extraordinaryness.

Just hearing this sentence, Fusu will definitely argue with him!
But because Bai Su has established an image of a great talent in Fu Su's mind.

So Fusu was not angry at first, but confused.

Seeing Fusu's confused expression, Baisu nodded

"I know you're confused."

"However, before I explain to you, let me ask you first."

"Who is Confucius?"

Having said that, Fusu is no longer sleepy.

Fusu quickly said, "Confucius is a Confucian sage who founded Confucianism and taught three thousand disciples."

"Confucius is a well-deserved saint."

"Since this is the case, does Confucius need basic necessities, food, drink, and sleep?"

Fusu nodded and said, "Confucius is also a mortal body, so naturally he still needs it."

"Since everyone needs to eat and drink, so does Confucius."

"Then why did Confucius stand alone, different from others, and be called a sage?"

"That's naturally because of the teachings of Confucius."

"Do not."

Bai Su shook his head calmly and said, "Confucius is not a saint."

"It was you who made him a saint."

"Actually, he is just a mortal body, an ordinary mortal."

"It was only after generations of Confucian disciples gilded him that he became a saint."

After Bai Su said something, Fu Su lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

It seems that what Mr. Bai said is not wrong.

Confucius never said how extraordinary he was.

It was they, the Confucian scholars of later generations, revered the Master as a saint.

"Since Confucius was just an ordinary man, why do you think he was able to travel around the world?"

"At that time, the countries fought in chaos and conquered each other, in such a troubled world."

"Confucius was able to travel around the world in peace, imparting theories, why do you think?"

Fusu said in astonishment, "Please sir explain."

"Confucius, nine feet six inches in length, three thousand disciples, good at shooting, with a sword hanging from his waist..."

"Tell me, who dares to provoke a mafia boss with three thousand younger brothers?"