Confucius returned by the river
Zhao Jianzi was a cattle man in the late Spring and Autumn Period, and it is said that Confucius was afraid of him and stopped on the south bank of the Yellow River and did not dare to go to the Jin Dynasty. From his examination of his son's topic, we can see the interest and style of this person.
Zhao Jianzi said to his sons, "I hid a treasure rune on Changshan Mountain, so you should go and find it." "The sons rode on fast horses and went up the hill to look for nothing. The son of one of the lowest-ranking maids, named Wu Qi, finally returned, but told his father, "The treasure rune has been found." Zhao Jianzi said, "Present it." "I look down on the Daiguo on the other side of the mountain from Changshan Mountain, and the Daiguo is the treasure in our pocket!" Zhao Jianzi did not hesitate, deposed the original prince Bolu, and established him as the prince, which was Zhao Xiangzi.
Zhao Xiangzizhi replaced the state
Zhao Xiangzi was even more brutal and vicious than his father.
As soon as Zhao Jianzi died, Zhao Xiangzi, who was still serving in the mourning period, warmly invited the Acting King and his subordinates to conduct a friendly visit. When entertaining them at the banquet, Zhao Xiangzi arranged for a chef to stand behind each of them, and the cooks poured wine for them with a huge copper spoon. When the contemporary king and his subordinates drank wine with their necks up, they swung their copper spoons and slammed into the heads of the daiwang and his subordinates, and the daiwang and his subordinates instantly flew with flesh and blood, and the corpses were illuminated, and the entire elite class of the daiguo was instantly transformed into a corpse with blurred flesh and blood, the cups and plates were in disarray with the corpses, and the wine and flesh were dripping with flesh and blood.
Then, Zhao Xiangzi waved his army to cut down the Dynasty, and the Daiguo that the elite class had completely lost was in chaos and had no defense, so the Daiguo was merged into the Territory of the Zhao Family.
This is the grand narrative of history, which is enjoyed by the narrators of history.
Zhao Xiangzi
The little man behind the big history: Mrs. Morph
But what struck me was a small detail in this big narrative.
The Dai Wang, whose head was shattered by Zhao Xiangzi's copper spoon, was Zhao Xiangzi's brother-in-law— the wife of dai wang was Zhao Xiangzi's sister. The younger brother opened up the territory, and the older sister lost her husband and destroyed the country overnight. Moreover, the younger brother not only let her sister-in-law die and destroy the country, but also trapped her in a situation of unkindness and injustice. The sister faces not only the misery of her own fate, but also the emotional and moral dilemma: on the one hand, she is a husband who loves and harmonizes with each other, and on the other hand, she is a brother who is a brother who is a brother who represents the family. When the husband dies, he is insensitive and does not avenge his husband, which is ruthless; it is unjust to take revenge on his brother and harm the interests of his mother's family.
Zhao Xiangzi did not have this entanglement, and he frankly sent emissaries to pick up his sister and return to China.
People who do not have a sense of morality naturally do not have the pain and entanglement from morality. Without moral pain and entanglement, there is no moral burden and moral scruples. People who do not have moral burdens and moral scruples are often decisive and powerful.
Tragically, this decisiveness and strength is often praised and worshipped by laymen, and praised by many historical storytellers.
Yes, evil appears more powerful than good in many cases.
The Warring States period was filled with such immoral and even immoral forces, so powerful that they manipulated the course of history. The praise and worship of this power has been so loud that it drowns out people's conscience.
But let us not forget that morality also has power. This kind of force often quietly affects the course of history, changes the color of history, determines the nature of history, and creates positive values of history in subtleties and in the negligence of grand narratives.
Let's look at the small details of the following historical narrative.
The sister faced the emissary sent by her brother to take her back to China, and hid her face and wept bitterly. In the wilderness, the sister and the messenger made a short rest. Looking around the ruined rivers and mountains, the homeland after the soldiers, the sister quietly pulled out the hairpin on her head and quietly sharpened it on the stone.
At the end, she stood up with tears in her eyes, holding a sharp hairpin in her hand, and plunged into her throat in a sudden, unexpected movement.
Before he could stop him, the messenger stood aside. Deeply shocked by this human tragedy, witnessing the coldness of this world, the messenger who was deeply desperate for human nature and the human world stood silently next to his sister's corpse for a long time, and finally, he drew his sword and fell beside her.
Dai Dai mourned the misfortune of Lady Dai Wang, and called the place where she committed suicide "the mountain of grinding".
See, weeping in the dust of history
Sima Qian's "History of the Zhao Family" recounts such a detail. Do you know why Sima Qian is great?
A historian, a historical clerk, he not only saw the younger brother in history who was in the annals of history, but also saw the weak sister who fell into the wilderness and was buried in the wild grass. He heard not only the sound of his brother's jingo iron horse, but also the quiet crying of his sister.
When a bunch of big people are fighting for power and profit, a weak woman, entangled in benevolence and righteousness, cannot explain herself, but has to commit suicide; an unknown messenger, moved by such a woman, cannot release herself, and then commits suicide. Reading the history so far, there is only one sigh!
Sima Qian sculpture
Through the swords and swords that cover the sky and attack the city, let us see the tiny shining hairpin.
Through the bustling imperial generals who are fighting for power and profit in the long river of history, let us see this weak sister who quietly wept blood.
The blood of this sister, the blood of this unknown messenger, is the cleanest blood of a nation, the blood of the noblest! This is the true glory of a nation, the last strength.
You can appreciate the history of iron blood, but, don't forget, there is also the history of weeping blood.
For five thousand years, there are the great causes of the emperors and generals, and there are the magnificent royal tombs and palaces they left behind, but if our conscience is still awake, we can hear them in the middle of the night—and wives like Meng Jiangnu, and sisters like Lady Daiwang, weeping low in the wilderness.