The procession slowly began to move, and the wildlings cheered back to their homes after a few days of absence.

Ying Zheng sat in the car, heard the cheers, and couldn't help but glance out.

A group of ragged savages cheered back to the small village where Yingzheng felt almost uninhabitable.

He frowned: "Senior brother......"

"Do you find it hard to understand?" Ju Zizhou asked.

Like the later "why not eat minced meat" and "why not eat cake", it is a doubt brought about by good intentions, but because of the existence of the "cognitive gap", Yingzheng can't understand why such a dilapidated house is still regarded as a treasure.

Why not build a better house?

Ying Zheng probably had such doubts in his heart.

He didn't know what the complicated process of building a house would be, or how much material would be needed to build a house.

Because a good house is a natural existence for Ying Zheng, just like he can drink water when he is thirsty and eat when he is hungry, he has never lacked the necessary materials for survival, just like ordinary people don't need to think about where to find air to breathe.

Ying Zheng nodded.

"Contradictory, right?" Ju Zizhou took out the bamboo slip that Yingzheng handed to him before: "The Zhao Kingdom that you have observed in your actual life is extremely rich. ”

"But in my words, in my books, and in the objective facts brought to you by the rangers, it is explained that Zhao Guo is actually very poor."

"Poverty and abundance are contradictory."

Ying Zheng nodded: "Indeed, I think it's incredible, and it doesn't make sense!" ”

This is the same as the "Battle of Changping" we talked about before. ”

"Obviously, the Qin State is the one with fewer people, but I tell you that the Zhao State is the one with fewer people."

Ying Zheng lowered his head and thought.

Ju Zizhou did not continue to explain.

Only the conclusions that you have reached through hard thinking will be the most impressive.

Ju Zizhou looked out the window, and the convoy slowly drove towards the Qin State.

……

Zhao Ji sat in the car, looking at the fat cat in front of her who flattened her limbs, her belly was facing the sky, motionless, spit out half of her tongue, and looked like she had been played, and was a little puzzled.

This raccoon slave would never have behaved like this in the past!

Could it be that you are tired?

Her jade hand gently played with the cat's soft belly, turned her over, and held her in her arms.

"Meow~Meow~Meow~" A moment ago, the cat with a "I'm dead" look was turned over, and immediately let out a terrible and abnormal wail, and kept struggling to turn over and continue to belly to the sky.

Zhao Ji was a little puzzled, and forced the cat to turn over, and saw the top of her bare head, which was a little relieved.

Ah, it turned out that someone had shaved his head...... For a moment, Zhao Ji's brain went blank.

The cat looked at Zhao Ji aggrievedly and drilled into her broad chest.

"Poof" Zhao Ji couldn't help it and laughed.

……

"Are you convinced?" Ju Zizhou looked at the fat cat in front of him with a complaining look, holding the jerky in his left hand and a razor in his right hand.

The cat saw the razor in Ju Zizhou's right hand, and immediately lay down honestly: "Meow~~"

Chen He walked over from not far away, he was still dressed in brocade clothes, holding a sword, and his waist was straight.

"Brother Ju!" Chen He's face was full of smiles, and when he saw Ju Zizhou from afar, he greeted him loudly.

"It turned out to be Brother Chen!" Ju Zizhou smiled: "Why didn't Brother Chen rest in the guest house?" Is it that Qin's food and lodging are not to Brother Chen's appetite? ”

"Not really, I don't have a habit of choosing food!" Chen He smiled and said, "It was the gentleman who sent me to ask you to give him a lecture." ”

"He's still reading? Didn't talk to those Confucian students? Ju Zizhou was a little puzzled.

Stop-and-go, after a month and a half, everyone finally arrived in the Qin State.

Now, they are resting in a guest house in a small town on the border of Qin.

For more than a month, except for a few more rangers in Yingzheng's hands and Confucian scholars who came to defect, almost nothing major happened, and every day was boring stop-and-go.

During this time, Ying Zheng had been studying the Handan Survey, occasionally chatting with several Confucian scholars and listening to them inculcate Confucian principles of governing the world in him, but only rarely and for a short time.

Ju Zizhou actually didn't understand why he read a book to the point where he could almost memorize it.

And not only memorized it, Yingzheng also had to figure out the various meanings of a sentence from all angles.

In the past few days, after asking the Confucian scholars who came to Yingzheng's side, Ju Zizhou found out that people in this era read like this!

Knowledge is a precious treasure today, and people often have very high requirements for the origin of anything that is related to the word precious, just as they require people to have an ancient and famous ancestor.

What is the jade of Kunshan, the copper of the first mountain, and the fish of the great river.

Among these treasures, the ontology of jade, copper, and fish is not important at all.

What is important is the additional attributes of Kunshan, Shoushan, and Dahe.

This kind of aristocratic paranoia, which is almost perverted about the "blood origin", determines that nameless people are not qualified to write books and speak up.

The average person can only make his point of view by explaining the relevant books left by celebrities.

In this case, everyone reads books by memorizing the books of the sages, and then uses them as the basis for expounding their own opinions.

Two or three hundred years ago, even the great sages of Lao Tzu and Confucius, when they were alive, they would not write their own books, they usually sorted out the books left by the sages, and if they really wanted to leave their own works, they would not write them by themselves, but dictate them by themselves, and let their disciples record and sort them out.

Even if it is a record and arrangement, it cannot be regarded as a book for people to praise when they themselves are alive.

Nowadays, although the etiquette system has further collapsed, and the threshold for writing books is much lower, there is no person like Ju Zizhou who independently writes a long investigation report of tens of thousands of words at a time.

Ying Zheng used the popular read-through reading method to read "Handan Investigation" at this time, and it was because he confirmed the authenticity of "Handan Investigation" in practice, so he really attached importance to it and wanted to understand this book thoroughly.

His behavior of slamming "Handan Investigation" gave Ju Zizhou a big headache, and also made several Confucian scholars have more and more opinions about Ju Zizhou.

According to their plan, the Confucian scholars should be extremely enthusiastic about them, not to mention undressing and eating, but also to sleep together and perform disciple rituals.

But nothing.

The only person who can freely enter and leave Yingzheng's room is Ju Zizhou, a little-known bewitching slut.

The Confucian scholars thought that it was nothing, after all, who didn't have a boyfriend yet.

But the "senior brother" in Ying Zheng's mouth and his actual action of holding "Handan Investigation" and not letting go really made the Confucian students angry.

How old are you in the corner of the Confucian Gate?

"No" Hearing Ju Zizhou's question, Chen He smiled contemptuously: "Little Brother Ju, how can those sour Confucians compare to your status in the heart of Junzizheng!" ”

Ju Zizhou sighed: "Okay, I'll go over and take a look, Brother Chen, you can help me feed this raccoon slave." ”

"Okay, you go quickly, wait a long time for the gentleman."

Ju Zizhou slowly returned to the separate room arranged in the guest house, and Ying Zheng was kneeling on the chairman's knees at this time, holding a silk book in both hands.

In the guest seat beside him, six young Confucian people sat on their feet, as if waiting.

"There's a guest." Ju Zizhou raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up, and his heart said that you are finally willing to contact Confucianism: "Ah Zheng, if you have any questions, you can ask a few gentlemen for advice first!" ”

The Confucian scholars' faces darkened when they heard this.