My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 280: Between the Wise and the Wise

PS: It's another chapter in my head, because I'm not intelligent, and it's hard to write... give me some tickets to comfort me.

PS1: I went to bed after eating noodles...

“Is circulation healthy?” Plato shrugged, then smiled: “Let's watch the show first, it's disrespectful to the actor. ”

“Okay.” Keiral smiled slightly, not knowing what Plato was going to do, just a fine taste of the Greek two thousand and five hundred years ago.

The play [Cloud] came to an end, and the applause sounded sparse, and if they were picky with a professional eye, they really didn't dance well enough, but they deserved encouragement, so this is the applause.

It's the only consolation for these young actors.

“Come on, let's answer your question.” Plato smiled and headed out of town first.

The Greek city is a golden soil that is perfectly comparable to the capital of a country in future generations, so Plato's college is not here - he doesn't have that much money to buy property here either.

“Look, this is my college.” Plato's proud expression to Kerall is like a child who shows off his best candy to his friends.

“It's beautiful.” Keiral exclaimed, but did not compliment. The white stone walls were singled out in white and grey. Together, they completely covered a small college. This college, presumably the size of an elementary school for future generations, was very open because of the building level, and a clear line of Greek was carved on a marble slab in front of the door: "Don't go in there if you don't understand geometry! ”

Keralton laughed at the tablet and covered his stomach. He even laughed at his tears.

“Plato, Plato.” Keiral Haha smiled and made Plato blush: “It was just some momentary impulse when he was younger, ignore him, ignore him.” Hands in hand, Plato certainly won't be as radical as he was when he was young to keep people who didn't understand geometry out of school, education is equal and priceless, and this thing is only useful now to prove his youth.

“Bell, bell, bell, bell...” Plato shook the little copper clock in the center of the playground, suddenly the crisp sound came out a long way.

Greece had stadiums a long time ago because they were the first people to start the Olympic Games.

And the students, dressed in white robes, walked out in their clothes during the December season, the soul was faint, the weather near the Aegean Sea was fine, the subtropical climate and the unique warm wind reflux allowed enough rain, sunshine and temperatures here all year round, in other words, it was perfectly possible for rice to ripen three times a year.

A good geographic environment is good.

Thinking of the cold weather in England, where even trees will be frozen in the winter, in the autumn people will be as sleepy as they are in the season they don't want to come out of.

Let's take a look at the Aegean Sea in the resort of Athens.

When it comes to this, it's all blood tears.

Now you understand why the Germans are dying to fight in Rome in the future? Norway, Sweden are bitter!

There's no way to break in!

We all live in peace, who likes to fight!!

Wood! Wood! There's wood!!

Whether Kerall was crying in his heart or not, the students came together.

As mentioned earlier, Plato's school is not very large, and although he is the principal, the manager leaves it to others, but because of his high moral standing in academia, the students come around in a circle of honor.

There are about a hundred people here, close to two classes.

Keiral was jealous when he calculated the number of students.

What a jealous school, it's a politician, a small college funded by a congressman.

A hundred students, even if only one of them can become a qualified manager, then so many schools, big and small, in Athens, Greece, are enough to govern the whole of Europe!

That's what it is!

Just like Romania's military heritage, the cultural heritage of Athens, Greece, is also deeply fascinating and frightening.

“I was just discussing with this gentleman whether a circular system could keep the college alive, even without me.” Plato reached out and stopped the students' noise: “I asked you not to argue with this gentleman, but to see me argue with this gentleman. ”

Plato smiled and turned around, bowing slightly and making a “please” move: "So, Kay, can you repeat your thoughts? ”

Keiral smiled a little and didn't push away. Of course he understood that he could feel Plato's attention without showing off or repressing at all. He was simply a scholar's mind trying to get the debate between them to teach students a lesson with real examples.

If it was someone else with a smaller heart, I'm afraid Plato would have used his students to crush himself.

Kerall smiled and cleared his voice and said, “My idea is that without a healthy circular philosophy, colleges cannot last.” As soon as I opened my mouth, I let the students riot in formation.

“How long can this school support with the donation and support of Mr. Plato alone?” Kerall asked loudly, pressing down those disturbances.

“Mr. Plato, how long can you live? ”

“Without Mr. Plato, how long will this school last? ”

Keiral's every word was thought-provoking, and his voice gradually calmed down.

“It is therefore inevitable that a methodology should be used to absorb money to sustain the entire school. Kerall raised his hand and said," This is not an insult to academia, but a way to better preserve it and spread culture and things. ”

It has to be said that Kerall's words were very infectious, and instantly many people in the college fell apart.

He's right. A lot of people think that.

“Huh.” Plato smiled a little, and he didn't think the young man in front of him was a very good deal.

“First of all, for the first question: Is there anything in the world that is eternal? ”

“Yes.” Kerall quickly rebutted aloud: “Stars in the sky and human knowledge! ”

Kerall even won a small round of applause for his students at Acamid College.

“Huh.” Plato was clearly pleased by the tolerance of the students and the learning heart that housed all knowledge, and he applauded softly: "It was a wonderful answer, but clearly it did not apply to our debate, and no college could last, could it not? I have been aware of the destruction of this institution since its inception. Even if it is destroyed, as Kai has just said, our human knowledge will not be cut off, but civilization will not be cut off. What is there to be afraid of? ”

This is destined to be a debate that will always be remembered, and where the two foremen stretched out over 40 years on the small topic of "healthy circulatory systems” as an argument, is destined to be included in the history books.

This time the applause was huge. Plato was an old scholar after all, and all of a sudden it created the atmosphere that the people around him had just been inspired by Keiral, and more importantly, as Dean of the Academy, every word he said was so sensible and well-founded.

“But a far-reaching college keeps the literature well, doesn't it?” Kerall's obvious intention is to avoid each other's flashes and find another way: “And even if there is a constant surge of intelligentsia, like Mr. Socrates's, the innate educational conditions are necessary. ”

“Learning is accumulation! Just keep accumulating! And do you expect future generations to learn with your incomplete manuscripts? He may be as wise as Socrates!” Kerall shouted his arm high, and he really scratched the itches of these scholars, who liked the genius of their future children to die simply because of the incompleteness of the data.

That's too bad, Dad.

“So the circular system can sustain a college as long as possible, and civilization naturally becomes more protracted by the existence of those colleges.” Kerall's voice has been echoed by many.

This debate ended at noon until dusk, when everyone ate grass.

In fact, they didn't recognize the results, but they both got the results they wanted.

Keiral was satisfied with the debate with the ancient saints.

And Plato got a bunch of mentally elevated students.

It is a precious asset, and both are very satisfied.

In Plato's estate, the two of them ate a large meal marinated in olive oil, but were unhappy, and Plato took a big breath with the oil stain on his beard.

To be honest, an afternoon debate was a real test for an old man of 78.

“Isn't your companion eating?” Plato questioned that Serti had not spoken from the outset and would never participate in the discussion, not even eating, and had to be curious about Plato.

“Ha ha, her face was ruined and her vocal cords were damaged, don't worry about her.” Keiral nodded and smiled softly, "The most developed part of this era is Greece, with great advances in astronomy, geography, literature, philosophy, opera, even in medicine.

“What a pity.” Plato nodded softly and apologized to Serti.

Serti shook his head slightly.

“By the way, Kay, where are you going?” Although they only met for one day, they greeted each other as if they had known an old friend for 20 years.

“I'm going to Macedonia, and I want to see Alexander the Great.” Keiral's mouth cut a grinning tomato with juicy golden rice.

“My best student, Aristotle, is beside him, so be it. I write a letter with which you can ask Aristotle to take you directly to Alexander.” Plato Lang smiled softly: “I have a sense of speech, and you two are going to get along very well.” (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.)