Without the summons of Lu Zhaogong and others, the young Confucius would not have been able to enter the Lu Palace. So! Even if he intended to come to the palace to congratulate, he couldn't do it.

The current young Confucius, because of Yang Hu, rarely goes to Ji Pingzi's house to read. Although he endured it and pretended not to know, his heart was still very touched.

Shame and courage!

But the young Confucius still felt too aggrieved and couldn't stand it. So! He rarely came to read books. Unless! He especially needed some books, so he came once, like a thief, and left after checking the information.

Since his brother Meng Pi had a job and a family, he had no burden and could devote himself to studying and working. Now he has a considerable amount of business, and sometimes he not only handles funerals for people inside and outside Qufu City, but also goes out of Qufu City to handle funerals for rich people in other places.

Not only can he play the trumpet, but he can also play a variety of music, and he can play the piano well. I have a good feeling for music, as if I was born a musician.

It is precisely because of his versatility that more and more people ask him to go to the funeral. Business is getting busier and busier, and the pay is getting more and more lucrative.

But! That's not his ambition!

Our future saints! His ambition is not to handle funerals for others and to be a Confucian scholar. But! Find a way to save the world. How to save this world of decay is his ambition.

There was a conflict between ideals and reality, which made the young Confucius very distressed.

If he is an ordinary person, he will have no worries about food and clothing in this life, and he can also take care of his children and grandchildren. With his current income level, he can live a moderate life.

But? His ambition is not to live this ordinary life, not to live his life by blowing the trumpet like this. He has to spend a lot of time learning knowledge and understanding life.

In that era of backward information, in that era of lack of books, really! It's hard to read an ancient book, and it's just as hard to find a learned person.

So! Whenever he was outside of work, the young Confucius was very distressed.

Every time I come back! He had to go to the river alone, and no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, he would jump into the river and practice "holding qigong".

His life! It's so depressing!

And then! Jumping out of the water, taking a long breath of air, venting all the depression in my heart!

"Ahh ……”

When that scream came from the river, he felt that he was still a sober man!

Fang Jishi finished socializing, and finally became free, so he took Helian to visit the young Confucius.

He doesn't know, can he meet him? Has he returned? in away from home.

Helian has heard Fang Jishi talk about "Confucius and Confucius Sage" more than once, so she must come along.

Since Luo Yi came back, Helian rarely lived in the "Princess Palace" of Lu Palace, and spent most of her time at Fang Jishi's house. While accompanying the two side rooms, he teased the two little ones.

Seeing that Helian was pestering to follow, Fang Jishi had no choice but to agree. Furthermore! He also hopes that Helian can change under the words and deeds of the young Confucius.

The courtyard door of the young Confucius's house was locked, and the door inside seemed to be locked. Obviously! He wasn't at home.

In the past, when his brother Meng Pi was still living here, the courtyard of the young Confucius's house and the door inside were usually open. Because the family is poor, thieves won't look at it. It doesn't matter if you open the door or close the door.

And since his brother Meng Pi left, the young Confucius was able to save money again. In his home, furniture and other valuable things were also added. So! The door must be locked when you go out.

"Let's go! Go to the creek! ”

Fang Jishi and Helian rode their horses to the river again.

After returning to the country of Lu, Helian no longer sat on a horse with her husband Fang Jishi. She knows it too! In the country of Lu, this is impolite. If you still do that, people will have to talk behind your back. So! The two came on two horses.

Stand on the hill and look towards the river.

The river was deserted, and there was no shadow of a person. The north wind is whistling, giving a chilly feeling.

At this time, the weather has entered autumn, and the autumn in the north is already a little cold.

"Ahh ……”

At this moment, a heroic shout came from the river.

"Who?" Ha Lian instinctively exclaimed.

"Let's go! That's the young Confucius! Our later saints! ”

"Him?" Helian couldn't believe it.

I thought to myself: such a cold day? He also jumped into the river to practice "holding qigong"?

The two of them came to the embankment, and calm returned to the river.

On the stones on the embankment, piles of clothes are piled up. Under the clothes, a sword was placed, the hilt of which was exposed.

"Ahh ……”

On the surface of the river, there was another big splash, and a human head popped up.

Another heroic call!

After letting out a long breath, the young Confucius did not dive under the water again. But! Shaking his head, he looked up the riverbank.

When he saw two horses coming up the embankment, he was taken aback, thinking that someone had come to invite him to blow the trumpet! He has just come back, and he has not adjusted his mentality, and he is going again, and he is reluctant.

But suddenly he found that the person riding the horse seemed to be none other than the cornerstone of the great god, and he swam back quickly.

The young Confucius ran over wet, greeted Fang Jishi, and said hello to Helian. And then! He took his dry clothes and went into the grass.

"He is the saint of the future? How many generations has also been affected? Thousands of years? Helian asked in a low voice.

In her impression, this person seemed to have nothing special except for his height.

"Hmm!" Fang Jishi snorted.

The young Confucius changed into dry clothes and came out, as if he was a completely different person!

His figure is more imposing, and he is no longer so thin. It's just that! His face is still so special!

The face of the young Confucius may have been like this since he was a child: very skinny! There are deep wrinkles, obvious wrinkles. It's like a fat man who suddenly loses fat.

It is precisely because he has been like this since he was a child that it is said that when Father Kong saw him for the first time, he was almost frightened by his appearance and thought it was a monster.

"Let's go! Let's go home! The young Confucius said, jumping on the back of the horse above the cornerstone.

Along the way, the young Confucius seemed very excited and kept asking.

Back home, the two couldn't wait to sit down in their seats again and continue to talk.

Ha Lian was left out in the cold, and seeing that both of them ignored her, she stood alone in the courtyard and looked around.

Nima Di! The future saint's family is so poor!

Helian sighed!

"I'm here to ask you to name my son!" Fang Jishi found an opportunity and said.

The young Confucius smiled and said happily: "I have already thought of names for my two nephews!" ”

"And what are they called?"

"The eldest is called Fang Zhong, and the second is called Fang Shu!"

"Fang Zhong? Fang Shu? ”

"Fang Zhong's words are consistent! Fang Shu word forgiveness! ”

"Good! My son's name is Fang Zhong and Fang Shu! Fang Jishi exclaimed excitedly.

(End of chapter)