My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 279 Plato

PS: Shit, in order to shape Plato, this person queried a lot of data, the brain cells didn't know how many died, finally came out of this one, and said they were going to write more today... sorry you guys.

“Young man, relax.” Watching Kerall tremble with excitement, the old man next to him patted him gently on the shoulder and comforted him with a soft voice. He smiled: "Young people like you are rare. I have rarely seen young people like you come to Athens purely to learn. ”

“You know us?” Kerall turned around and asked. He's not worried, even if he does, it doesn't matter.

This is already Macedonian territory, so he should also be treated with courtesy.

He understood Alexander just as Alexander understood him.

They are both hodgers. Hodgers take care of each other. Although Alexander wants to subdue Kerall, he will not kidnap such a small family way. This is a woman's exclusive right, and Alexander's grandeur will not be so messy.

He came to be a guest, unlike a trip to Rome.

“No, I don't.” The old man smiled, his eyebrows were full of scratches from the ages, but that didn't stop him from wisdom. There was no cloudiness in those half-crushed eyes, some with clarity and wisdom: “But I can see from your temperament and action that you definitely didn't want those people to embrace the power, the purpose of being a consul or the idea of entering Parliament. ”

The same is true of Macedonia and Rome, because the map is too large, except for the African and Egyptian regions, which are conscription systems, where the territory of Europe uses a registration system, where, in general, those who are free and clean and have a little money will join the army, because the weapons of conscription are self-contained, and in order to ensure the unity of the weapons, you need to buy them from the Army Logistics Service, otherwise you will be a miscellaneous soldier, that is, a servant.

Pass to Spears, Pass to Crossbow Arrows, Pass to Shields, and even punch in front of each other as the cavalry strikes to mitigate the impact of the enemy with their own flesh and blood to give the main regiment time to pull each other down.

War is cruel, especially for lower ranks.

So everyone in the war is climbing up, trying to climb up not just to represent a higher and higher position, but also to stay away from death.

You can't understand the fear of death among ordinary soldiers, low-ranking soldiers, it's not just the battlefield that's their graves, even if a small battle in the area is a meat grinder, you're probably going to die the next minute with a cold arrow through your neck, and nobody wants to die so impatiently.

So almost all of Macedonia's servants are Africans, Egyptians, Flash, and the central legions are Greeks, Macedonians, Spartans, etc.

These are not so much peoples as independent States beneath Macedonia's iron hooves, but merely subjugated, without losing their sovereignty. That is also why many countries want to invest in Macedonia. Autonomy represented no loss of power, and the idea held by the high echelons of the State in the current environment was that it was better to choose freer and less exploitative Macedonians than to be exploited by the Romans and oppressed by the Macedonians.

Like a farmer who owns three acres of land but can't afford to pay the rent, who sells the land and who sells it to himself? Is it the Macedonian lord who's more free and lets you farm the land to pay off, or the Romanian lord who sells the land to his own people?

This is a simple choice for farmers.

And this old man obviously has a clear fondness for Keiral. He did see the nature of Keiral at a glance. This old man... it's not easy.

Keiral sighed in his heart and gently rubbed his chest with his right hand: "Hello, I'm Kai, and you are. ”

“Oh, Kay.” He smiled and reached out, "I'm Plato, Plato_Aristotle. ”

“Plato!” Keiral was shocked, the shadow of a tree, the name of a person, just that name, made Keiral salute.

Despite much controversy about his idealism in future generations, it is undeniable that the three Greek Sanjays, Socrates, Plato and Aristotle had an incalculable influence on the philosophical system of the West as a whole.

If you compare them with one of the most direct comparisons and characters, that is, Confucius, who teaches the students the most, Mozi, who loves the people at the bottom, and Monzi, who is the driest.

The three of them worked as hard in China as Socrates, Plato and Aristotle did in the West.

They almost changed the world!

So when Keiral saw him, he bowed deeply, not building trees for his reason, just because he had read one of his books, but because he was one of his teachers.

Keiral had supermemory when he was young. In Chinese terms, he had never forgotten. Keiral never read modern literature. Ancient literature on both sides of East and West was his favorite. Among them, inhaling with Kong Meng and accompanying wine with philosophy were indeed enlightenment and enlightenment of the mind.

So Plato can count as one of his teachers. Although the ideas are different, Keiral disagrees with some of Plato's ideas, but after all, it is a question of values, and his knowledge is very admirable, so this worship was extremely devout, which allowed Serti to fight a cold war.

Even Plato was touched by Kerall's devout bow: “How is this, how is this…” He had no idea why a distant scholarly seeker had so much respect for him.

He now has a reputation, but only because of two: Socrates' disciple, Dean of the Academy of Academy of Academy.

That's all.

His scholarship, though far-reaching, was taught, [good] when only Aristotle heard the last, and it was seen that he was famous, but few people cared.

Plato was truly flattered by the gift of Kerall the first time he met him.

In fact, Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, in their early years, and even in their middle-aged years, were all sore, pathetically speaking.

In fact, apart from really understanding their practitioners and thinkers, other ordinary people describe them in terms of psychosis and idiocy.

The grief in their hearts is well known.

Thought enlightenment and education writing are also inevitable reasons for wanting to learn from the world's true talents.

Similarly, Plato's family is a political family, but what you see is just his family, and his political status, and he knows very well that many of the people who are close to him are for his uncle's political resources, which has created his eyes.

It was very clear to him that the young man in front of him was not worshipping him for any reason whatsoever, but only because of his knowledge, and that was why it was so moving.

“Come on!” Plato smiled happily, holding Keiral's hand and said, "I'll show you around Athens. ”

“Salty, keep up.” Keiral Haha smiled and was dragged into the city by Plato.

The guards did not come to question him, in fact, one reason being that Kerall was being dragged by Plato, whose apprentice Aristotle was the right-hand man, Alexander, the king of Macedonia, who dominated Greece.

And Plato himself is also a new star in Athens politics. He often makes generous statements in the House of Representatives about his views, hoping that more children will be educated and nurtured. Of course, the short-sighted Romans can't be as strong as Macedonia because they can't accept the right ideas. What use is being enlightened at this time? An enlightened dictator is what Plato needs.

On the other hand, as guards, especially in Athens, they have only the right to policing, but not the right to police custody and investigation.

This is “democracy” in Athens, Greece.

The Grand Theatre of Athens is playing a theatrical drama, Aristophone's [Cloud]

They just bought tickets to sit in their seats, and Plato looked at the clouds on the stage in a hazy way, as if he remembered something and said, “Fifty years ago, maybe sixty years ago. ”

“I was first brought to the theatre by my father when I was five years old.” He looked at the stage, but not at the stage.

“The theatre is over, the man walks up to the stage and cries out for respect for education, and I now remember what he said, 'Education is sacrosanct, education is the right that everyone deserves, and we should ban those who make money from education!’ He waved the ruler in his hand and let me decide to follow him.” Plato touched his bald head and smiled, “I can now proudly tell my teacher that I did it, my college, and not make money from education. ”

“Mr. Plato, I'm afraid you're wrong, as is Mr. Socrates.” Keiral shook his head gently because his movements were the same as normal people, and until now Plato had not found Keiral to be blind.

“Oh ~" Plato was not angry. Instead, he followed the spirit of the Socrates' unique pursuit of truth and blinked his clear little eyes at Keiral. The deity was filled with a desire for knowledge, which had to be applauded by Keiral. This is the paradigm of living to old, learning to be old, and only then, can it leave an eternal paradigm at any time?

“Anything has a circulating system, good or bad, just like a human eating and shooting, the nutrition of rice is absorbed, and impurities are expelled from the body as shong, and likewise, if a college does not have a healthy circulatory system, it is impossible for him to grow independently and healthily.” Keiral looks at Plato and looks forward to the debate. Maybe it's his biggest regret not talking to Socrates once? But Plato must not be spared in any way. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)