Today's hundred schools of thought are not closed, generally as long as someone comes to study, they will teach, communicate, and even open the library for Gu Nan to study.

Perhaps it is also because there are few people who come to study, and they do not want their own doctrine to be lost.

At such times, they seldom conceal what they teach.

The size of the bamboo slips was too large, and Gu Nan recopied all the bamboo slips he had written before into paper, and even so, he had written a lot now.

As for the paper used, she naturally asked some wealthy people to borrow it, and she didn't have the money in her hand to buy such an expensive thing.

Speaking of which, there is also some shame that copying other people's books still uses other people's paper.

Ahem.

Along the way, I visited many people from hundreds of schools, and often inquired about some other hundred families.

After many inquiries, she found this place, and I heard that there may be Mohist doctrine circulating here.

As a result, before anyone from the Mo family could be found, it rained in the sky first. At this time, the paper is very fragile, and if it is wet by the rain, I am afraid it will be scrapped, so Gu Nan is very careful, half a box of books, she doesn't want to write it again.

When Fang Cai came, he used his internal force to protect those books so that the boxes didn't get wet.

Lifting the inner breath on his body, he saw that some moisture bubbled up from Gu Nan's clothes, and it didn't take long for his clothes and hair to be completely dry.

Doing this is very consuming, and it can even be said to be a waste, but Gu Nan uses it at will.

Leaning against the wall under the eaves, Gu Nan looked at the light rain falling on the street, and he didn't know when the rain would stop.

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"Sand, sand."

A man dressed as a student is standing between the courtyards with a broom and sweeping up fallen leaves.

The rain just now knocked down a lot of leaves from the trees in the courtyard, and now it is quite troublesome to sweep away the rain that has not dried up.

The student's face was a little sad, but it didn't seem to be because it was difficult to sweep the leaves, but because of something else.

He had come to say goodbye to his husband today, and he had already prepared his bags and money to go to study under another Confucian sect.

However, he is already the last student of his husband, and his expectations of him have always been high, and he treats him as his own. Now that he has left like this, he has to tell the gentleman what to think.

I'm afraid I want to be seen as a person who drives profit and follows the power.

The student smiled bitterly at the thought of this, and put more thought on sweeping the floor, and the broom scraped on the ground again and again.

He didn't want to leave, but if he continued to study Moxue, how would he enter the court, how could he get what he wanted, and how could he repay his parents who had raised his body?

His former friends all looked at him differently when they heard about what he had learned, and how could he deal with himself since he went on like this.

The student silently clenched his broom, he was going to quit today.

"Bang bang."

There was a knock on the door from outside, and the student looked up in confusion to see if it was a friend of the gentleman.

At the moment, I regretted it even more, why didn't I say it earlier, now that Mr.'s friend is also here, he is saying that he should be despised by two people.

With this in mind, he walked to the door and opened it with some embarrassment.

Standing outside the door was not the friend of the gentleman he had in mind, but the appearance of a man he had never seen.

The man was dressed in white, with a hat on his head and a bookcase on his back.

"Excuse me, this is Mr. Motong's disciple?"

The student was stunned for a moment, and then a little confused, so he nodded and said, "Yes, dare to ask Your Excellency?" ”

"Oh, yes." The white-robed man smiled and arched his hand.

"I am not a person who has traveled to study in the next place, I heard that Mr. Mo Tong is here, and I want to be recommended by you."

"Seeking, studying?" The student's voice stammered a little, half loudly, and he leaned in front of the white-robed man and whispered.

"Jun, this is the Mo family."

"I know." Said as a matter of course, looking at the student's strange appearance, asked.

"Isn't it that Mr. Mo Tong doesn't want to see guests?"

"Ahh The student shook his head again and again and let go: "No, no, please go first, I'll go and sue Mr. Yu." ”

He was a little lucky, he was still worried that if he left, it might be difficult for Moxue to accept students again.

Now he didn't have that concern.

In the past few years, there is such a story among many people who do learning, there is a person who travels all over the rivers and visits hundreds of schools of thought in order to learn from the words of a hundred schools.

There is no taboo in learning, as long as this person wants to learn and the husband is willing to teach, he will come to visit.

It is rumored that this person has learned countless things, from Confucianism, Taoism, and law, to Mo, agriculture, and commerce.

This man was often dressed in white, with a hat, a black club around his waist, and a bookcase on his back.

What she learned and remembered was put in that bookcase, swimming in the mountains and rivers, and walking in the streets and alleys of the market.

Everywhere in the land, it was rumored that he had been seen.

Some people say that this person is a mountain traveler, some people say that this person is a famous family, and some people even say that this person is a person in the immortals.

Cover because someone once saw her standing on the river and drinking drunk, and the song was like fairy music in the clouds, and the words were insignificant.

Some people also said that they had seen her take off her hat, saying that it was an unhuman posture.

Because he has learned a hundred schools, this person has a title, called Mr. Baijia.

Originally, everyone also talked about this person until one day.

A depressed scholar saw this person with a hangover on the side of the road, with a hat on his face and a sound sleep, and the bookcase on the side was open.

The scholar recognized Mr. Baijia, but when he stepped forward, Mr. Baijia had already woken up.

She didn't take off her hat, but just sat up and gave her a lazy back, pointing to the bookcase and smiling.

"Seeing that you are destined for me, you can pick one of the books in this bookbox and take a look."

The scholar asked for a copy of the Legalist doctrine for fame, and Mr. Baijia rummaged through the bookcase and threw a copy to him like a miscellaneous object.

He flipped through the book and read it, and he didn't think about it, but then the more he looked at it, the more he sank in, the Legalist doctrine on it was not everything he had seen and heard before, but it was indeed the law of law, and it was the fundamental principle of governing the world.

By the time the scholar finished reading, Tiandou was already dark, but he was still unsatisfied, and he had a crooked thought in his heart, wanting to read another copy of Confucianism.

The Baijia gentleman didn't let him read it again, he only felt that his hand was empty, and the book in his hand was gone. And the hundred gentlemen have already left half-drunk.

At first, the scholar's words were taken as a joke.

But then this scholar was accepted as a guest by the prime minister in Chang'an City with the content of the Legalist book he remembered, and after he was elected as an official, the matter was different.

It's just that a secretary can be an official if he lives a little, and what about a box of books.

For a while, people who were doing studies began to look for this Mr. Baijia, some people wanted to ask for learning, some people wanted to talk about the Tao, but they only heard his voice and did not see him.

Only a few people were lucky enough to meet that gentleman and have to read a book.

Those who have seen the book have nothing to gain and do not know why.

There are also people who stand on their own and those who enter the court as officials.

There are also those who know the clouds and rain.

For a time, Mr. Baijia's bookcase was hot in the eyes of the world, and no one thought that he would be the one who got nothing.

After listening to what the scholar said and the legal theories he remembered, the prime minister asked Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to recommend this person to the court.

In fact, the content of Gu Nan's book to the scholar was mixed.

What was written in that book was nothing more than some simple modern jurisprudence, plus my own understanding and some of the things that she had passed on to him when she was an official with Li Si.

Emperor Wu didn't care, but as the matter of these hundred gentlemen was introduced to the court one after another, he also became interested, and he wanted to see this person in the world, but he couldn't see it.

Legend has it that the most opportunity, Emperor Wu heard that Mr. Baijia was rumored to be in a flower building in Chang'an.

I drove to invite him, but I was gone.