"Do you think Xiao Han is a talker introduced by the Mo family?" After quietly looking at the withered persimmon tree in the corner for a while, the old man suddenly sighed and asked in a low voice.
Mr. Zheng solemnly nodded and said: "Yes! I have secretly investigated this person and found out that this person has a close relationship with the current Mohist giant! And judging from the way this person made his fortune, it was due to some strange skills.
It is very similar to the mechanisms and props that the Mohists are good at.
Therefore, this junior has reason to believe that this person named Xiao Han is just a puppet that the Mo family has worked hard to support in order to make a comeback!"
"Based on this, you regard him as a puppet of the Mo family?" After hearing these words, the old man was surprised at first, and then couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
Several old men were puzzled by his laughter. After looking at each other, they carefully asked: "Old ancestor, what are you laughing at?"
"Why am I laughing? Of course I am laughing at you for being a frog in the well and for being so self-righteous!"
The old man looked at the astonished people, and his smile turned cold: "Based on this, you can determine where he came from? Do you know how much time the current emperors, wealthy families, and hidden sects spent in order to determine his origin?
and energy, but in the end, nothing was gained! If his origin is so obvious, does it make you suspicious?
And you say he started his career through uncanny skills? What is uncanny skills? Have you ever been to Sanyuan County outside the city? Have you seen the cavalry barracks where we fought against the barbarians? You know Jiangdu, which pays sky-high taxes every year?
What?
Even if you don't hear anything outside the window and only read the books of sages! You should be able to see the book in your hand and the paper on which it is written! These two things are now made by the miraculous skills in your eyes!"
The old man's angry words made Mr. Zheng and others look at each other in shock! They never expected that this result would be completely different from what they thought when they came!
Shouldn't this upright ancestor be furious after hearing about such a rebellious person?
At that time, given his lofty identity and status, as long as he says a simple word, Xiao Han and his school of science will immediately become the enemies of the world's literati! It's hard to take another half step!
But now, the ancestor was angry, but he was angry at them! Not only did he not accuse Xiao Han, but he also expressed appreciation and defense in his words!
"That's all..."
Finally, the old man seemed to be tired. He stretched out his old palm, shook it at the people in front of him, and said: "I have been living in Chang'an these years, and I have never returned to my hometown to take exams for you. Speaking of which, you are also my
wrong."
"Ah? Ancestor, you are right. Any mistakes are also the fault of the younger generation!" Mr. Zheng, who was already over fifty years old, saw his ancestor's tired look and was afraid that he would do something bad because of his anger, so he quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
.
However, the old man shook his head and sighed: "No, it's wrong! I once thought that the words of Confucian saints are the way of heaven and earth! But later I discovered that the words of saints are sometimes limited, but the way of heaven and earth is endless.
!
Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, hundreds of schools of thought, which one is higher and which one is lower? Which one is strong and which one is weak? Which one is right and which one is wrong?
In the final analysis, no matter who you are, there is no distinction between high and low! Our Confucianism is prosperous now, but it is just because of the light of the ancestors and it just responds to the situation, so it has become flourishing!
But if you and I, the younger generation, do not continue to work hard and only rely on suppressing others to improve ourselves. When the world turns cold and the situation changes, the seemingly leafy Confucianism will soon become like that dead tree.
Generally, the elegance disappears and only the ruggedness remains.
Alas, the opinions of one family cannot fully explain the truth of heaven and earth! Only by learning from the experts of many families can we understand the vastness of the world! Young men of the Zheng family, you need to know: there are thousands of rivers, which will eventually reach the sea, and millions of avenues, all of which lead to the same destination!"
The old man left after saying these words. In the empty courtyard, only a few old men were left standing there blankly. The persimmon tree in the corner was blown by the wind, and the bare branches rustled, as if in mockery.
due to their ignorance.
"Old Zheng, do you think that Xiao Han is really evil! We just united with some old Confucians to attack him, and news immediately spread that he was bullied by the Turks, making everyone sympathize with him! Now, let's come to see Lao
Ancestor, in the end, even the ancestors turned towards him, could it be that he has some witchcraft?"
"That's right! The news of the great victory in the grassland has gone viral in the past two days. The excerpts and rumors we had written by someone before are of no use. What should we do now?!"
Mr. Zheng turned pale as he listened to the words of the people around him, and finally shook his arm fiercely: "What can we do? Let's go!"
"Let's go? Where?"
"Go back, go back to your hometown, Shandong!"
"Ah, go back? Are we going to let that Xiao Han go so lightly?"
"Hmph! What can we do if we don't let him go! Our ancestors won't help us, and the emperor and nobles are on his side! And with this great victory on the grassland, when he comes back, he will be supported by all the people! When we get there
What should we do against him? If you don’t want to humiliate yourself, you’d better go back quickly!”
"Just go back like this! I won't accept it!" Some of the old men were indignant. They came all the way to Chang'an, but in the end they couldn't accomplish anything and even got beaten. What kind of thing is this? After they returned, others asked
, where is this face facing?
"If you don't want to go back, don't go back!" Mr. Zheng was already very angry. Hearing this man's words, he immediately glared at him and cursed angrily, then turned around and left regardless.
"Why are you so crazy?"
The person being scolded looked confused, not knowing where he had offended him. In the end, another person whispered to him:
"Hey, you forgot, the imperial court sent a military general to Shandong a while ago! I heard that this man is also from Shandong, but he didn't care about the friendship with his fellow countrymen at all, and made his hometown a mess!
You also know that the old Zheng family’s caravan traveled through the grassland, and he suffered heavy losses due to his troubles! It was he who proposed to come to the ancestors today, but now that the ancestors don’t help us, he will naturally go back to his hometown as soon as possible.
Being taken away."
"Oh, that's it! Haha, who made him flirt with the Turks? He deserves it!!"
"Shh, be careful not to let him hear it, let's go quickly!"
Several old men left the villa dejectedly, then quickly packed their luggage, got on the carriage, and set off towards their hometown.
With the departure of several old men, many people in Hongwen Hall and Yushitai sighed in unison, and then took out some written notes from the secret compartment of the drawer, threw them all into the fire, and watched the flames burn those
Things that are clinging to are burned to ashes.
At the same time, some scoundrels and bad people in the community also smiled bitterly, seeing that the good deal they were about to get was gone again...
"Humph, I guess they know each other! There is no need to tell him these things, it will save him from being distracted on the grassland!"
In Dongshi, Fair Teahouse, the dull shopkeeper crumpled a few balls of paper into balls and stuffed them into the heater at hand. Then he looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and gradually fell into deep thought.
