Through the live broadcast, fans finally saw a real Confucius, the young Confucius our sage. The saint is not what later generations have mythiologized, he is an ordinary man, just like when we were young, an angry young man, with many complaints and grievances. In the face of life, there is also depression, and I want to vent my heart.

It's true! We were all like that when we were younger, when we found someone to talk to, we talked a lot.

The young Confucius didn't know that he was facing Fang Jishi's eyes, and the eyes of the person opposite looked at him, and filmed his every move, word and deed. Moreover! Live streaming has been given to modern humans more than 2,000 years later.

If he had known that it was going live, maybe he wouldn't have been so real.

But! It is because of him that he has won wave after wave of tips.

"I'm a taxi! Scholar! I shouldn't be discriminated against! What happened to my profession? Don't? Can't a taxi be able to do this? Don't? Isn't there anyone doing this kind of profession yet? Taxi represents my identity. And the profession! It's what I do. I think! It doesn't matter who we are, it has nothing to do with our profession. Furthermore! If I don't do this profession, how can I live? ……”

"I think?" Fang Jishi interjected: "In this hierarchical society, there are occupations at the level of scholars, and there are occupations at the level of Confucianism......

The young Confucius interrupted: "I am a scholar, and there is nothing wrong with me engaging in the career of Confucianism?" Isn't it cheap? In Confucianism, people who also need to know funeral etiquette and procedures are needed? So! I don't think I'm a Confucian! I'm a ......."

Under the influence of alcohol, the young Confucius repeatedly emphasized that he was a scholar! His ancestors and his father were both meritorious people who had done great things for the country of Lu. So! His status as a taxi remains the same.

According to the system of the Great Zhou and Lu States, he can inherit the status of a scholar.

But! The world doesn't think so, they all think he is a Confucian. Because! He was engaged in Confucianism. In the eyes of scholars, scholars cannot engage in Confucianism.

Under the repeated emphasis of the young Confucius, Fang Jishi did not debate with him again. Furthermore! He didn't know what the difference between "scholar" and "Confucian" was.

He felt that there was no need to argue about scholars and Confucianism.

Because! Whether you are a scholar or a Confucian, you are now faced with how to live and survive. Survival comes first, then development.

You are a future saint, but you are in a very bad situation. You're still an adult teenager, and you have a disabled brother Meng Pi who needs your care. As a future saint, you will be faced with many books to read and many, many questions to ponder.

So! You don't have to worry about the status level of "scholar" or "Confucian".

"A taxi is a taxi! Confucianism is Confucianism! One of the guards said.

The guard stood aside, watching the two of them all the time, listening to them speak. He felt that the words of the young Confucius were a little more, so! and stood up to argue with it.

None of the guards brought by Fang Jishi sat down on the side of the desk to eat or drink.

These people have rules and regulations to protect the safety of the great gods, and they are not allowed to eat at the same table with the great gods. When they're hungry, they go to the kitchen to eat, anyway! There must be someone around the great god to protect. Otherwise! There was an accident, and they couldn't get to Lu Zhao on a bad trip.

After Meng Pi prepared the dishes and staple food, he did not come to the hall to eat, but also ate in the kitchen.

Due to the poverty of the young Confucius's family, there were not many cases, so Fang Jishi and the young Confucius sat face to face and ate on a case. It's not like in TV dramas or movies, where one person has a case, and they sit in a hierarchical order. In a poor family, it would be nice to have a case. There are no desks, and the food is still on the ground. Even! Eat on the kitchen stove.

Rules, etiquette! Sometimes it is used for making appearances and posing for comparison.

"I don't practice Confucianism, how can I support myself? What do I use to take care of my brother? I? How do I get here? Come? Come? ......" the young Confucius hurriedly confessed.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered his mother.

If he doesn't find something to do and earn some money, how can he reduce the burden on his mother?

But? Now my mother is dead.

Thinking of the death of his mother, and remembering the matter of burying his mother at that time, the young Confucius cried.

He put down the cutlery in his hand, wiped his hands with a rag, and stopped eating.

To know! He is still in the period of filial piety, and he is not allowed to eat and drink, which violates filial piety. During the period of filial piety, it is necessary to maintain that sad mood at all times.

Of course! This is in normal times, when alone.

When there are guests, it is possible to live normally. For example, today, you can eat meat and drink.

The people of later generations are excessively exaggerated and pedantic, insisting that what happens during the period of filial piety is to fool people and have a purpose. To put it mildly, it is all with ulterior motives.

Think about it: Who will support you for three years of filial piety?

In that era of poverty and turmoil, you can barely make ends meet after a year of hard work, who will feed you as a big idler?

"I'm a scholar, I'm not a Confucian!" Confucius argued.

"You're Confucian! You're not a taxi! ”

"I'm a taxi!"

"You're a Confucian!"

"My father ......"

"Don't talk to me! Your father is your father! You're not anymore! You have descended from a scholar to a Confucian! You're not a sergeant anymore! Don't fight with me! You're a trumpet-blowing Confucian student! ……”

The guard saw Fang Jishi glaring at him, but he didn't dare to say any more.

That's it! Another guard walked out of the kitchen and said to the young Confucius: "I also said that my ancestor is a king!" ”

Another guard replied, "My ancestors are also kings, but! We did not inherit the title in this lineage, gradually! I'm going to be a civilian! That's it! ”

"Woooooo From the kitchen came Mengpi's crying. He cried and said, "Qiu just doesn't believe it, you must say that you are a sergeant." I persuaded him, but he couldn't persuade him. Woowoo woo ......"

These guards didn't take the thin bamboo pole boy in front of them seriously at all. They didn't know that the thin bamboo pole boy in front of them would be revered as a saint hundreds of years later.

Meng Pi is more realistic, he has accepted the reality, thinking that he is not a scholar, but a commoner, not even a Confucian.

"You can work hard and become a soldier again!" Fang Jishi saw that the guards were arguing with the young Confucius, and he was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so he persuaded him.

The young Confucius still wanted to argue, but he couldn't argue. The facts are in front of him, he is no longer a scholar, he is a Confucian student.

He had argued more than once about such a thing.

He also quarreled with his brother Meng Pi about this matter.

"How do I try? I? Only then did the young Confucius show the fragile side of his heart, and asked with tears and sorrows.

"You can be a saint!"

"Saint?" The young Confucius's eyes widened, naturally he couldn't believe it.