When is it easy for people to be grateful to others? When they are not full, you feed them.

When do people tend to blame others? When you make me full, you actually intend to exhaust me to death.

Kong Ziyou was sweating profusely now, and his body was extremely dirty, but he didn't dare to say a word, so he could only stand there honestly, and after a while he would hold on to the bamboo basket.

Although he didn't need to lift it himself, it was tiring to keep correcting the direction, and because the space was not big, the place he could stand was even smaller. He had just arrived with a basket, and if he hadn't been bald and quick-witted, he would have been injured.

But the palm of his hand that used to hold a pen has started to blister. Now he doesn't complain about Zeng Meng at all, because they do much heavier work than him, either holding hammers or moving rocks. These jobs

It's not something that a scholar like me can do.

He doesn't want to hate Kong Dade now, because he has no brain to think about other things now, but stares at everything in front of him. This big basket is everything to him. His eyes are a little painful from the sweat, but he

He didn't dare to go out, because everything here seemed different from what he had thought before, because everyone here was allowed to go out according to time points. At this time point, no one was allowed to go out, even if they were thirsty, so,

He could only endure it.

After almost an hour and a half, he followed Zeng Meng's group out. When he saw the cold water flowing out of a bamboo tree not far away, he was sweating profusely and couldn't stop himself from going over. He stretched out his hand to hold the water out, feeling that his hands were all wet.

He was about to jump up, but just as he was about to put it into his mouth, Xiao Liu, who was just walking at the end, saw him. He knocked the water out of his hand, then looked around and said, "Are you looking for death?"

"What?" Kong Ziyou's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke. There was nothing he could do. He was really sweating inside just now, and the water in the porridge he drank in the morning had already turned into sweat.

I was patted by this guy Xiaoliu, and my water started to flow. At the same time, the back of my hand still hurt a little. The most important thing is that I can't drink water here?

Xiaoliu pulled him over, and then followed Zeng Meng and his group to the place where they had their morning meal. He saw that everyone was washing their hands there, but no one dared to drink the cool water. The thing looked more and more thirsty.

Already.

Zeng Meng and others picked up the white bowl and started drinking. After he washed his hands, he also picked it up. He almost spit out the first sip. It turned out that it was not ordinary water. It should have been boiled. Although it was also cold, the inside

Some salt was also added, which gave it a strange taste, but other people seemed to feel comfortable drinking it. He didn't dare to talk too much and could only drink it, and soon he felt good.

After everyone had finished drinking, they found a place to sit and rest, because soon another group of people followed.

Sitting on the ground, he didn't want to get up for a while, but Xiao Liu whispered to him, "Remember, you can't drink cold water here, you know? If you are discovered, you will be in trouble."

Seeing his cautious expression, Kong Ziyou asked puzzledly, "Why?"

In my hometown, drinking cold water is very comfortable, but when I got here, I realized that Songzhou was different. It was not only rich, but also weird.

"I don't know the specifics. I just heard that drinking cold water can easily cause diarrhea, and diseases such as dysentery may occur, so you can't drink cold water here. Otherwise, if you are caught, you will be quarantined, which will cause trouble.

, remember." Xiao Liu looked cautious when he said this.

It's just that Kong Ziyou didn't remember anything else. He knew about dysentery. Under normal circumstances, there was no good way, and he had to wait to die.

When I think about this, I wonder how many times he has been on the verge of life and death over the years.

After resting for a quarter of an hour, I drank a bowl of water again, and then went to the toilet. This is indeed a toilet, different from the one in a prison cell, but because there is water flow, the smell is not big, but it feels a bit free.

By the time he followed Zeng Meng's men out of the mine again, he had no strength at all, but he was in good spirits. Unfortunately, he didn't want to say anything more. When he followed a few people here, he saw the table

The food that was served almost made me jump.

I'm confused, what does this mean, and why do I eat so well?

In front of everyone is a huge bowl, a very big one, and then, below, is the sorghum rice, with unknown vegetables and meat mixed on top. Although there are more bones, the taste is definitely good, and the aroma is stimulating.

your own taste buds.

After sitting there with Xiaoliu, he first took a sip of cold boiled water with salt, and then started to eat. In the past, he would definitely feel a bit embarrassed to do this, but now he doesn't care much anymore. Instead, he feels that eating this is the best thing.

It's really delicious.

He actually finished eating the rice bowl the size of a head, and then took the big bowl to clean it. Because the rice porridge in the morning did not stick to the bottom of the bowl, there was no need to wash it, but the current one had meat juice on it that would stick to it and was difficult to wash.

Then these people found a relatively clean place and began to squint for a while. It was said that it lasted for half an hour. Although they didn't understand why they did this, they really wanted to have a good rest.

In the past, he had to read a book before he could fall asleep, but now, it was no longer necessary. As long as he rested his head on a hard stone, he could fall asleep directly.

When he was called out, he found that his arms seemed to be thicker.

The work in the afternoon is still the same, but something strange happened. Today is not the same as in the past. I went back very early and worked an overtime shift in the evening. Although I had dinner, I was still a little hungry after working. Fortunately, I had some dinner.

I ate some of the remaining steamed buns and the like, and then went back under the leadership of Zeng Meng.

Walking in the mountain forest, the sound of insects entered his ears, and at the same time he could occasionally hear the sounds of monkeys or other wild animals. He found that such a life was actually not bad, at least he didn't have to think about anything.

When he arrived outside the cell, he started cleaning. When he was lying on the bamboo mat, he had no time to think about anything and just fell asleep.

And when he went to work again the next day, Kong Xuan was no longer there.

After Kong Xuan got out of the cell, he stood on the street and looked at the people coming and going. He was a little confused because he really didn't seem to understand this place.

I always thought that this place was similar to many places I knew before, nothing special, but now I found that everything was very strange.

He has always been very smart, but he has always been suppressed by the shadow of scholars. Therefore, when he was kicked out of the cell early in the morning, he did not go to Kong Dade's home immediately, but walked on the street for almost a month.

At this time, he did not look at it in the casual way he had done before, but in the way of an ordinary civilian. The more he looked at it, the more strange he found this place.

The more he read, the less he understood. Therefore, the more questions he had in his mind, and he needed someone to answer them. Who was the most suitable person? Naturally, it was Kong Dade.

When he walked to the door of Kong Dade's house, the concierge ignored him without any dignity, but he bowed with a smile and said, "What happened before was all Xiao Ke's fault. Please tell me."

Sir, Xiaoke is back and I have something to ask."

"Wait." The concierge rolled his eyes, and after a while he said a word, turned around and went in.

"Thank you." If it had happened, Kong Xuan would definitely have turned against her, but at this time, she showed the demeanor of a big family and bowed to express that she could wait.

Standing at the door, looking at the crowds around him and the increasingly hot weather, he actually saw a bird on the tree not far away chirping non-stop. He didn't recognize this kind of bird at all.

It's not pretty, but it looks a bit dusty, but it's in good spirits and keeps singing on the branches. Normally, he wouldn't pay attention to such a little guy at all, but today I found that this thing's name is really happy.

, which makes people feel happy.

Sometimes, people are happy about simple things.

"What?"

Kong Dade spat out the rice porridge in his mouth. When he heard the concierge's words, he thought he had heard wrongly.

"Master, it's true. Young Master Kong Xuan is back, but he is waiting at the door for the master to summon him."

The concierge was also surprised. After they came, they made trouble everywhere. People like him were also unlucky. How could they suddenly become saints?

Kong Dade looked at Xue Ping across from him, who was wiping the rice porridge he had just sprayed out with a rag. He was a little embarrassed, but he still said to the concierge, "Take him to the study. I will go there after eating."

The concierge nodded and went out.

Seeing Kong Dade picking up the steamed buns and continuing to eat, and picking up some pickles with chopsticks in a good mood, Xue Ping gently put down the rag in her hand, then looked at Kong Dade and said, "Master, don't you go and have a look right away?"

"No need, it seems that Ye Tan's method is effective this time." Kong Dade did not expect such a change, which is really incredible.

Seeing his resolute look, Xue Ping said nothing and just continued to serve the dishes, asking Kong Dade to eat quickly.

When the concierge returned to the door, he thought that Kong Xuan was already there, irritated and starting to curse because this happened before. However, when he arrived at the door, he found that the other person was just holding his hands behind his back and looking at him.

I wonder if there is anything interesting on the treetops not far away.

"Master Kong Xuan, I asked you to wait for him in the study. He will be here soon." The concierge said softly, but the other party didn't hear him, so he had no choice but to increase his voice, which scared away the birds not far away.

, Kong Xuan couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity, it's a pity."

When he turned around, he looked at the concierge and said, "What did you say?"

The concierge looked at his majestic appearance and couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "The master asked you to go to his study and wait."

"Okay." Kong Xuan smiled and nodded, and then walked in. After only walking about ten steps, she suddenly turned around and looked at the concierge and said with a smile, "I wonder if you can prepare some food for me. I haven't eaten the food in the morning, and my stomach is in trouble."

Hungry and thirsty.”

"Okay, you go ahead and I'll go find the cook to make arrangements right away."

The concierge left directly after saying that. Kong Xuan was so weird today that they found it incredible.

Before Kong Xuan could say thank you, the other person disappeared. He could only open his mouth and finally said two words, "Rice porridge."

He shook his head, endured his hunger and went to Kong Dade's study.

Kong Dade's study is not small, but it is still not big for a big family. He has gone in once before, but came out after looking at it for a while, because he has seen everything on the west wall, and

He has seen it many times, so he has no interest in it, and the ones in the south are some ingenious and obscene things. These things he was not interested in before. If he still does these things after studying, wouldn't he study in vain?

There were some paintings and calligraphy on it, but he remembered that when Kong Dade left, there were no special paintings and calligraphy given to him as a gift, so he had no interest in them before.

However, today he opened the door very seriously and walked in.

When a person looks at something with his heart, he will always have the feeling that he can see the difference from the subtleties.

He first went to the west and saw that the outer shells of those books were almost the same as those he usually read, so he took out the Analects of Confucius.

After the things were in his hands, he felt different. They were different from those he usually saw. They were lighter to hold, and as soon as they arrived, there was a strong smell of books, which was actually the smell of pine wood. He looked at the two above

The huge official-written Analects felt very strange. It didn't look like it was written by hand. Instead, it seemed to have been stamped on it. Could it really be stamped on it? He shook his head and smiled, saying it was impossible.

Tang's books were all printed with engravings. Things printed by that kind of thing are not so fresh and clean. No matter how you do it, there will always be some marks on it that cannot be wiped off. But the ones in my own hands are not so vivid and clean.

This area is very clean.

When I opened the first page, I saw that the font used inside was as straight as a knife and strong and strong. It made people feel like they were carved with knives and axes. There was also an old man on the first page, although it was not clear who it was.

Who, but it seems that it should be his ancestor Confucius.

Below the image is a line of small text introduction, which seems to be the life of the author.

He was very familiar with this, so he opened it all night, and what he saw was completely different from what he usually saw. Although the layout was almost the same, there were many shortcomings. At first, he thought it was a mess.

He was wrong, but when he started to break sentences, he realized that this was used to break sentences.

Moreover, the font size is just larger than soybean, but not particularly big, but it is very clear. It is written in a strange regular script, one stroke at a time, clean and neat, absolutely not sloppy, and it is different from what I have seen before.

It’s different. In the past, there were words in the middle, and the color of the ink was gray, but here it is as if it was written with a brush, very crisp and neat, and every same word is exactly the same.

When he turned over a few pages, he felt that his fingers were a little smoother, not so rough. He was stunned for a moment, and then he tried page by page, but he was surprised.

"Why, does it feel good?"
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