Chapter 12 On the side of the elm tree, I met a sage

The next day, just after the morning arrived, Ogawa got up and washed, went to the courtyard, exercised casually, and returned to the house, by which time the servants had already laid out the meal. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Please Dine with the Sir"

"Youlao," Xiao Chuan said with a slight nod.

After the servant left, Xiao Chuan quickly finished his meal, changed his outfit again, and walked out of the door.

Xiao Chuan visited Jixia School Palace for the second time today, and he was already a familiar old horse, and he quickly came to Jixia along the pipeline in the market.

I saw that today's Jixia is like yesterday, it is still bustling, and the flow of people is endless, probably because of the relatively early arrival, at this moment I did not see any school to teach, at this moment, the students gathered together in twos and threes.

Xiao Chuan listened to the close side that these students paid more attention to, and none of the students mentioned yesterday's farce, Xiao Chuan was relieved after thinking about it.

At this time, it is not the time to overthrow the hundred schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone, as long as everyone in each school has a good view and proposition, they will soon branch out according to their own school, so as to distinguish themselves from others, just like the Legalist, it is also divided into the rule of art, the rule of man, the rule of law, and so on.

As for the other kinds of remarks, there are simply too many people, and sometimes Xiaochuan also thinks that this Qin Shi Huang's book burning and pit Confucianism is not all bad.

Just imagine, this country, there must always be a consistent, guiding ideology, and a specific implementation outline, this hundred schools of thought are good, your family says your family is good, his family says his family is worried, and everyone says their own words.

And it is uncompromising, if a person in power listens to you today, tomorrow listens to him, then the country still wants it, the people's lives still don't care, it can't be Confucianism today, tomorrow is the law of Legalism, the day after tomorrow is the art of Mojia, isn't that more messy than a pot of porridge.

And at this moment, there is really such a sign in Xiao Chuan's eyes. Ogawa walked slowly and leisurely towards the backyard.

The place under the grass is still quite large, which is beyond Ogawa's expectations, this time when he came to the grass again, Xiao Chuan slowly and leisurely swayed around.

Under a tree in the backyard, an old man is sitting on a stool, standing next to a person holding a pen in one hand, writing the bamboo slips, constantly carving something, Xiaochuan walked in, both of them stopped to look at Xiaochuan.

Seeing that he had disturbed the two of them, but the two of them were not stunned, Xiao Chuan hurriedly saluted and said, "Excuse me, excuse me, I don't know if the two of you are here, I hope don't blame you."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "It's okay without him."

The holder of Jane paused rarely, glanced at Xiao Chuan, and continued to look at Jane in his hand.

After the old man finished speaking, he continued to talk to the person standing beside him.

During the Warring States period, bamboo and wood were used as pens in many places, but at the same time, knives were not wasted. Bamboo pens are naturally much faster to use than knives. Standing at this moment, holding a bamboo pen in his hand, it is understandable.

Xiao Chuan continued to walk around the courtyard, after walking around for a while, Xiao Chuan basically finished the scenery of the backyard, thinking of the people in front of him, and the entangled debate, Xiao Chuan didn't really want to go to the front at this time, seeing where the old man and the person next to him were still there, the two still maintained the state when they left, the old man was talking about something, the young man was still recording, Xiao Chuan felt that the two looked very interesting, so when he walked from the road behind the two, he deliberately lightened his steps and walked in. I picked a clean-looking stone and sat on it, pretending to sleep.

The old man on the stone bench under the tree, Xiao Chuan didn't remember where he had seen the old man at first, but when he came to the old man for the second time, Xiao Chuan had already remembered, hehe, no wonder he looked so familiar, isn't this the benevolent brother who gave a speech on stage yesterday, hehe, oh, by the way, everyone calls it Zhuangzi, hehe, this era is the Warring States, and it can be called a certain son, which means that his person is extraordinary, if it comes to this Zhuang Zhou, Xiaochuan still really says, This old gentleman seems to have been engaged in the great work of studying and compiling books all his life.

The father of the super big rice bucket of the Chu State, ah, it doesn't seem appropriate to say this, the rice bucket is King Huai, and the father of the family is still good, so he once sent an envoy to invite that Zhuangzi to serve as the prime minister with a lot of money.

However, Zhuang Zhou said iron-clad and said, "Although the daughter is a heavy profit, the prime minister can also be called a honorable position, but don't you see the sacrificial ox?" Although it is always necessary to give it good and delicious food, and to dress it in silk clothes, once it is brought to the temple as a sacrifice, it is impossible for it to be a lonely pig. Go away, and don't come to defile me. I'd rather play in the muddy water to enjoy myself than be restrained by those in power, and I don't want to be an official for the rest of my life, so that my spirit can be happy. From this, it can be seen that the old gentleman can really be regarded as the earliest person in China who despises power and nobility and regards money as dirt.

Because he had already seen that it was Zhuangzi, for this famous sage in ancient times, Xiao Chuan still wanted to get closer to see if this person really had the bearing of peace as the world said, or whether it was actually difficult to live under the fame, and made up his mind, Xiao Chuan sat on the stone and pretended to sleep, and listened to the conversation between the two with great attention.