Chapter 104: Kong Ming Takes Action (Part One and Two Combined)

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The second person was a young scholar of about twenty years old. He stood up first, cupped his hands in salute to Shen Chen, and said, “I am Li Kai from Shanyang, a disciple of Master Ziya.” He was not a local of Jingzhou but a student of the renowned scholar Wei Xi, which clearly represented Wei Xi’s stance.

Shen Chen returned the salute, saying, “Much obliged. Please, be seated.”

They both sat down. Li Kai began, “I have been studying the Classic of Filial Piety under my master. The ancient kings upheld the highest virtues to harmonize the world. When the people live in peace and the ruler and subjects hold no grievances, it is all due to filial piety and righteousness. The Minister of Works avenged his father, embodying the utmost filial piety in the realm. Now serving the Son of Heaven, he supports the Han dynasty, embodying both loyalty and filial duty. Why then does the young master resist the Minister of Works?”

Shen Chen smiled and replied, “Since we speak of the Classic of Filial Piety, then you should recall: ‘Those who love their parents dare not harm others; those who respect their parents dare not be disrespectful to others. The love and respect shown to one’s parents extend to all affairs, and virtue and instruction spread among the people, with laws governing the four seas.’ If Cao Cao truly followed filial piety, why did he slaughter hundreds of thousands of civilians in Xuzhou? Did they not have parents or offspring?”

“Uh…” Li Kai was momentarily rendered speechless by this rebuttal.

Suddenly, Shen Chen tapped his forehead and said, “Oh, I remember now! Cao Cao wiped out Xuzhou completely, so naturally, there were no children left to show filial respect to their parents. That’s quite something. Confucius said: ‘Those who love their parents dare not harm others; dare not be disrespectful to others.’ If one simply kills everyone else, then there is no one left to harm or disrespect. Using others’ lives to fulfill one’s false filial piety—Cao Cao is indeed a devoted son.”

“Alas.” Li Kai sighed deeply, saluted, and took his leave.

The third person stepped forward and said, “Cao Cao, as Minister of Works, holds the six rites of state construction, assisting the king in governing the nation. His campaign against Zhang Xiu is in accordance with military discipline and rites. How could he have any intention not to act accordingly?”

This person specialized in the Book of Rites.

Shen Chen nodded and retorted, “Is a scoundrel’s concubine also in accordance with rites and law?”

The man’s face fell awkwardly, and he left.

The fourth debated from the Zuo Commentary, saying, “Duke Zhuang of Zhu drank with Yi Shegu, sneaking out privately. The gatekeeper begged for meat, and when denied, was beaten with a stick. How could a gatekeeper dare to seek meat from above?”

The implication being that a lowly person should never offend their superiors.

Shen Chen sneered, “Do you study only the Zuo Commentary but not the Book of Rites? At night, the common sons hold torches on the front steps, palace officials on the west steps, and attendants with large torches in the courtyard. The gatekeeper holds a large torch outside the gate. When guests are drunk, they sit facing north and serve roasted meat as a tribute. Yi Shegu was the one lacking propriety—how could the gatekeeper be accused of offense? Even Confucius did not consider lowly status as a reason to disregard matters, yet you look down on the gatekeeper. Were your ancestors all eternal princes?”

“Er…” The fourth man was dumbfounded.

Scholars specializing in the Zuo Commentary were fewer in number to study other classics because the Zuo Commentary itself comprised nearly two hundred thousand characters. From the Western Han to the Eastern Han, countless scholars devoted their lives to it, leaving vast commentaries amounting to millions of words. Thus, it was common not to study other texts.

Shen Chen waved his sleeve and said, “The Master said, ‘One does not admire externally due to poverty or low status, nor is moved internally by wealth or nobility.’ You do not understand the cause and effect of events, yet you are ashamed of lowliness and vain. Truly, you are coarse and ignorant beyond measure.”

The man’s face stiffened, and he covered his face as he left.

Soon the fifth person stepped up, saying, “Confucius united the tombs of the past to stabilize the usurping Ji Pingzi and prevent the ruin of Lu, so that Duke Ding could reclaim the throne in the future. Though the Minister of Works has been cruel, it was out of necessity in times of national peril. Besides, even men of benevolence and righteousness sometimes waver. A gentleman should adapt to circumstances to respect the ruler and humble ministers, allowing proper governance to flourish.”

Shen Chen’s face darkened as he waved his hand, “Throw him out!”

Soldiers rushed forward to drag the fifth man away.

He shouted, “Why the disrespect?”

Shen Chen said, “Confucius united the tombs to stabilize the usurper Ji Pingzi and save Lu from ruin, enabling Duke Ding’s future restoration. Why did Cao Cao massacre Xuzhou? To offer human flesh to the Son of Heaven? To compare the virtuous Confucius and Yan Hui to the wicked Cao Cao is to slander the sages with deceitful words.”

The man’s face turned ashen as he was dragged out. The other scholars, intimidated by the soldiers’ authority, dared not speak.

Then the sixth, seventh, and eighth men took turns presenting, all with common criticisms—that Shen Chen’s resistance against Cao Cao was not loyal or patriotic, that he should not meddle in court affairs, and that avenging his family was improper.

Shen Chen refuted each argument with reason and evidence, convincing all.

None could contend with him.

His key point was to separate Cao Cao from Liu Xie, preventing Confucian scholars from binding them together.

Otherwise, they would claim that any action by Cao Cao was supported by the Son of Heaven.

If you seize this point, then everything else falls into place.

You say resisting Cao Cao is disloyal, then you equate Cao Cao with the state—where does the emperor stand?

You say he acts in the emperor’s name.

Fine.

Where is the imperial decree?

No decree, no official command.

Without it, it is a private military campaign.

If a vassal wages private war, why can’t I fight him?

Just because he is called Cao Cao?

As for the claim that he should not avenge his father, that is even more ridiculous.

Though the grand retribution ideology faded with the decline of Gongyang Confucianism in the late Han, it still had its place.

Moreover, Cao Cao’s campaign in Xuzhou was explicitly in the name of avenging his father.

He may avenge his father.

Why can’t I?

Why the double standard?

With Shen Chen’s relentless barrage, many scholars were left disoriented.

One by one, they were defeated; more than a dozen had lost by now.

This was because these were merely young scholars.

If their teachers had come, the battle might have been different, perhaps giving Shen Chen some pressure.

But these were just novices, a mere trial by fire.

Though Shen Chen had studied Confucian classics for only six or seven years, his dialectical logic far surpassed theirs, easily defeating them.

As nearly half of them had been defeated, the rest dared not step forward, standing timidly at the edges.

The courtyard fell silent, faces varied in expression.

The scholars who came to provoke were displeased but had to admit their own lack of learning when refuted.

The villagers did not understand much but saw Shen Chen hold his own against many, forcing opponents away ashamed. They knew he had won decisively and watched eagerly.

Some scholars watching were relieved they were not the ones challenged—otherwise, being scolded publicly by a twelve-year-old boy would be humiliating.

Pang Tong and Xu Shu watched with interest; Shen Chen’s debate was brilliant. Even they might not have been so quick-witted and felt genuine admiration for his talent.

After a long while, Shen Chen saw no one sitting before him and laughed, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Hu Shang and Wen Xia had not yet appeared; they exchanged a glance and silently shook their heads.

They had confirmed: this fellow was beyond their control.

But then a brash fellow stood up, scolding, “How dare you, a mere child, be so arrogant? Who here is not older or more senior? Your words are coarse and your ignorance boundless. You are but a mere boy—how dare you babble here?”

It began.

Shen Chen’s spirit surged; finally, someone resorted to personal attacks.

He sprang up like a spring and shouted at him, “Confucius said: ‘If a child is not respectful when young, has nothing to carry forward when grown, and does not die when old, he is a thief. If one is old without virtue, why not just die?’ With your character and learning, how can you teach others?”

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The man did not back down, firing back immediately.

Shen Chen remained calm, “Why can’t I? Learning knows no seniority; the enlightened are teachers. Xiang Tuo was Confucius’ teacher at seven years old. As for my learning, all know it—who can surpass me?”

“Do you have virtue?” the man countered.

Shen Chen sneered, “Whether I have virtue is not for you to judge.”

The man smiled, “Can the villagers judge?”

“Certainly.”

Shen Chen said seriously, “The surrounding villagers can all attest to my virtue.”

The man said, “I heard that recently you stole pigs and grain in the village and that while fleeing, your cart even tore someone’s trousers. Is there truth to this?”

“There is not,” Shen Chen denied flatly.

The man laughed, “Where is Xiao Da He?”

Someone from the crowd timidly stepped forward, eyes evasive. This was the lazy man Shen Chen had met earlier at Hanyang’s village pavilion.

Shen Chen frowned slightly, surprised that this man would come to slander him.

Hu Shang saw the change and approached the man, asking, “Brother Zhao, what’s the matter?”

The man was Zhao Ran of the Zhao family in Anzhong, located north of Hanyang village.

He whispered to Hu Shang, “I passed by Mianshui and heard some things. Today, we have a show with this Shen Chen.”

Hu Shang happily patted his shoulder, “Then we leave it to you, Brother Zhao.”

“Don’t worry.”

Zhao Ran then stepped before Shen Chen and addressed the villagers, “Everyone, this man stole pigs and grain, and there are witnesses. Such a man without virtue—would you entrust your children to him?”

“Really? Is this true?”

“This…”

“Could it be that little Shen is… I can’t believe he’s like that.”

“But there are witnesses.”

The crowd murmured in shock—no one expected such a turn.

Though private virtue is a nebulous thing—Cao Cao’s was poor yet he ruled the world—people naturally hoped that those teaching others would have good moral character.

If you lack virtue, how can you be a teacher?

If news came out that Shen Chen actually did these things, his reputation would soon be ruined throughout the villages.

“He lies. We bought the pig. That day at Hanyang, a family’s pig went missing, similar to the one we bought. Little Shen feared a misunderstanding, so he placed the pig in that household, saying he would return it when the real pig was found.”

Before Shen Chen could speak, his guard Shen Qi stepped forward, pointing at Xiao Da, “As for this scoundrel, he slanders Little Shen. Out of kindness, Little Shen gave him three hundred coins to buy trousers. Such a rogue’s words cannot be trusted.”

Xiao Da, actually bribed by Zhao Ran to frame Shen Chen, became flustered and said, “I speak only the truth. Zhao Hua and Elder Du said he stole the pigs and grain, and everyone witnessed it. Besides, if you didn’t steal, why return the pig with money?”

This was like saying, “If you didn’t hit the old man, why send him to the hospital?”

Deng Pi was furious, “You are truly despicable. Little Shen only wanted to prevent the villagers from losing pigs and grain this year and kindly gave aid. You now accuse him of theft without proof, defaming his good name. What is your intention?”

Zhao Ran replied lazily, “No proof then, but why so eager to return the pig with money? Perhaps to avoid being found out.”

Playing the ‘no evidence’ game, huh?

Shen Chen was enraged but quickly calmed, then smiled, “So, you intend to accuse me of stealing pigs and grain?”

“Of course,” Zhao Ran said, hands on hips. “If one breaks the law, how can they escape punishment?”

Shen Chen nodded, “Fine. Let us go together to see the aggrieved party. If there is proof, I will go to prison willingly. If not, you shall be guilty of slander. How about that?”

“Er…” Zhao Ran hesitated.

In the Han dynasty, slander was a grave crime. In the Western Han, it meant death by dismemberment or decapitation.

In the Eastern Han, the penalty was lighter but still severe: if you falsely accused someone, you would bear their crime.

So, if you accused someone of rebellion falsely, you became a rebel; if you accused theft falsely, you became a thief.

Zhao Ran accused Shen Chen of theft. Though not a major crime, it still entailed imprisonment and servitude.

As a prisoner, one had no rights and no recourse in death.

This made him hesitate.

Seeing his doubt, the others urged, “What’s there to fear? There are witnesses, aren’t there?”

“Yes, evidence and testimony exist. Why be afraid?”

“Brother Zhao, are you scared now?”

Encouraged by the crowd, Zhao Ran was in a bind but grimly said, “Fine. If false, I will accept punishment. But I believe you are spreading lies to deceive the villagers.”

“Everyone heard that. This man accuses me of theft. We will now go to Hanyang village to ask the aggrieved party, shall we?”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Some villagers, eager for spectacle, followed. Others shook their heads and left—twenty li was too far just for a show.

The scholars risked it all. Having lost the debate on classics, they now attacked Shen Chen’s character.

With witnesses, Zhao Ran felt confident; others agreed. The curious scholars followed in a throng of over a hundred.

Once the crowd had left, the courtyard was emptier.

Zhuge Liang walked up to Shen Chen, smiling lightly, “Brother, how is it? I told you.”

Shen Chen nodded, “I did not expect them to stoop so low. I gave away pigs and money to the villagers to prevent misunderstanding and because they were struggling. I never imagined they would use this against me.”

Zhuge Liang smiled, “What do you plan to do?”

Shen Chen thought for a moment, “I suspect wild boars took the grain. If we find the wild boars, it proves I did not steal from Elder Du. As for Brother Zhao’s pigs, I fear we cannot find them.”

“No matter.”

Zhuge Liang, without his feather fan, covered his face lightly with a sleeve and whispered, “Go ahead. I have a plan.”

Shen Chen looked surprised. “Brother…”

“Go,” Zhuge Liang smiled mysteriously, hands behind his back.

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Encouraged by his brother’s words, Shen Chen was full of confidence and stepped outside.

Deng Hong and Liu Xian approached and asked, “Chen, what’s going on?”

Shen Chen shook his head, “No big matter. I gave away some possessions to clear my name. Uncle, don’t worry; they cannot harm me.”

“That’s good.” Deng Hong nodded, trusting his grandson.

The others waited outside. Shen Chen emerged, flanked by twenty guards. Several horse-drawn carriages were brought over, ready to depart for Hanyang village.

The scholars traveled by carriage, but the vehicles were east of the pavilion, causing some delay.

After about half an hour, the western road was lined with carriages. More villagers gathered, curious about the sudden influx.

Shen Chen’s procession was at the front. Before departing, he noticed a large group approaching from the west.

The road was narrow, so they halted, waiting for the other party to enter the pavilion and pass.

As the group neared, Shen Chen recognized the leader—a robust man.

They were not riding carriages but pushing carts, about thirty people in all. The carts carried dark objects, roughly ten wild boars.

The leader was Zhao Hua, who greeted Shen Chen joyfully, “Little Shen, sorry I’m late.”

“Brother Zhao,” Shen Chen saluted, noticing the wild boars on the carts.

Zhao Hua said happily, “Little Shen was right. My pigs were taken by wild boars nearby. They even ate Elder Du’s wheat. We gutted them; their stomachs were full of wheat grains.”

Elder Du, who had blamed Shen Chen’s horse for eating his wheat, stepped forward, pulling out a money pouch with remorse.

“Little Shen, I was mistaken. I feared starvation without compensation, so I blamed your horse. You generously gave me money and even helped us trap these wild boars. Truly, you are kind and righteous. Here is the money you gave me, now returned to you.”

The crowd’s expressions changed drastically, especially Zhao Ran’s.

Shen Chen glanced at the disruptive scholars behind him and said, “These are minor matters. I said before, if the real culprit is found, please tell everyone that my horse did not harm your wheat. Brother Zhao, did you find your pigs?”

“Of course.”

Zhao Hua led a black pig with a white patch on its ear, saying, “Little Shen, I told you before, my pig has a white spot on its ear. The one you gave me did not. I suspected the pig wasn’t mine, and now I see I wronged you. Your kindness shames me.”

Shen Chen saw the white mark.

Elder Du pointed to the wild boars on the carts, “We slaughtered these wild boars; their stomachs were full of wheat. We came to the pavilion to apologize and agreed to give half of the wild boars to Little Shen and sell the rest to compensate for the damage.”

Zhao Ran was shaking, almost collapsing, abandoned by all like a plague.

Xiao Da tried to flee, but the guards surrounded him.

The scholars were dismayed. This debate had backfired badly, and now one of them might be imprisoned.

Shen Chen looked back at Zhuge Liang gratefully.

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