Successfully worshipping the great Confucianism of the world, and the writer Xue Mushan as his teacher, Wang Xu finally has a foundation in this world.

This kind of thing as a foundation sounds inconspicuous, but in fact there is no such thing, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud.

Take Sima Guang as an example, there should be very few people who don't know the allusion of Sima Guang smashing the cylinder.

A group of children were playing in the courtyard, a child stood on top of the big tank, fell into the tank and was submerged in the water, the other children ran away, Sima Guang smashed the tank with a stone, the water flowed out of the gap, and the child was able to live.

Many people know this story, but who knows that the Sima family in the Southern Song Dynasty has been an official eunuch for generations, and his father Sima Chi is an official to the military department, and he is a famous family in the local area.

If ordinary people smash the tank and rescue the children in the tank, I am afraid that what they will get is not praise, but why they are asked why they are naughty, and if it is serious, they even have to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots.

Even if the parents are open-minded, praise a few words, and give a few pieces of candy to eat, it will be the end.

It is precisely because Sima Guang was born in a big family and has a foundation that he can build momentum for Sima Guang like Kong Rong who let the plow.

Without this foundation, it's the same as Guo Degang's cross talk.

Guo Degang said that when he was six years old, he also gave pears to others, but not only did his parents not praise him, but even the villagers said that he was a fool.

You see, in the same way, some people have become models, and some people have become fools.

The difference lies in whether there is an operations team or not.

As a modern person, Wang Xu knows the importance of operation, and if the operation is good, the beggar can also be packaged as a ghost chess king, and a group of keyboard warriors believe that he has won the Olympus Olympic chess championship, in fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that in the 1993 Olympus Olympics, there was no Chinese chess project at all.

People like to conform to the herd, as long as the story is well written, who cares if it's true or not.

After Wang Xu apprenticed, he lived in Sanjian River, listened to Xue Mushan's lectures every day, and tinkered with his own operation plan.

If you don't have a reputation, what should you do, copy poems?

Copying poetry is just a policy, copying poetry as a career, in the end it can only harm yourself, and if you want to be famous, it is not just a way to copy poetry.

Why don't you study it, ask a few actors, and repeat Sima Guang's smashing of the cylinder?

Sima Guang smashed the cylinder, he didn't need many actors, and if he worked well, he could also be labeled as a smart, precocious, and genius child.

But if you think about it carefully, the Confucian world is not a low-martial world, and no matter how good the performance is, as long as it is not true, it will also show its feet.

Could it be that you want to find a group of friends, get a few more big tanks, call everyone to come over and play every day, wait for the rabbits, and wait for the children to fall?

This is too inferior, not to mention the time-consuming and labor-intensive, it may not be possible, and it is better to copy poems than to spend this effort.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

On this day, it was already early winter, Wang Xu was doing morning class, and the voice of housekeeper Liu Quan came from outside.

Walking out of the thatched hut built for him by Xue Mushan, Wang Xu crossed the fog and came to the outside of Sanjian Creek, only to see Liu Quanzheng standing outside with many nursing homes.

"What's wrong?" For more than two months, from late autumn to winter, Wang Xu has been living in Sanjian River, only contacting his home by letter, and he hasn't been back for a long time.

"Something big is wrong, disaster victims, disaster victims are coming!"

The cold wind is biting, and it is Liu Quan's words that are colder than the wind.

Wang Xuleng paused for a moment and said in surprise: "Where did the victims come from, there is a great drought in the north, haven't you already transported grain from the south and resettled the victims in Qingzhou?" ”

It has been more than two months since the drought in the north, and in these two months, the imperial court took advantage of the autumn harvest to transport grain from the south to help the victims in the north.

"Young master, it's not the north, it's the south!"

Liu Quan was out of breath and gasped: "Jiaozhou's grain production this year is not high, coupled with the fact that Jiangnan has integrated relief to the north, and a large amount of rice grain has been handed over, and the price of grain has changed three times a day, and many people who can't afford to eat have dragged their families to Yangzhou." ”

"Jiaozhou!"

Wang Xu frowned slightly, Yangzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, bordering Qingzhou in the north, Jingzhou in the west, and Jiaozhou in the southwest.

Among them, Jingzhou and Qingzhou are both in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

Jiaozhou is far behind, neither the geographical advantages of the Central Plains, nor the climate of Yangzhou's grain three crops, but it is in line with the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, and the small friction continues, which is the worst in the three states in the south of the Yangtze River.

What makes Wang Xu frown is that Jinshan Mansion is located in the southwest of Yangzhou, and Liyang County is the southwest of the southwest, only thousands of miles away from Jiaozhou.

You don't have to think about it to know that Liyang County is the first to bear the brunt and is definitely the first stop for the victims.

"What did my father say?"

"The lord said that the victims of the disaster were like chaotic people, and the county could not come up with countermeasures at all, so the city gates were closed in the past few days. If the victims can't get to the county, they will naturally come to the countryside, and we, the rural towns, have no city to rely on, so I'm afraid that once the disaster victims arrive, it's like a comb, and they can't keep a grain of rice, and they have to give it if they don't give it! ”

Speaking of this, Liu Quan looked left and right again, and whispered: "The master also said that with the foundation of my Wang family, it is impossible to stop the victims, if the young master can invite Mr. Xue back to the town, maybe there is a glimmer of life." ”

The victims are all people who can't afford to eat, and it is not feasible to sell food, and they have no money to buy it, and those who have money will not be victims.

But if a person wants to eat, and he has no money to buy it, he has to go to the gun, and you have food, but I don't, and if you grab your food, I will have food to eat.

When the victims arrived in the town, it was like a locust seeing the farmer, and they had to give it, and they had to give it if they didn't give it, otherwise they would not just ask for food if they provoked a popular uprising.

After all, there are many young and strong people among the victims, and if there is a disturbance, the county town can still resist one or two, and the villages and towns in the countryside will be shattered at all.

People are hungry and ruthless, and it is the norm to change children and eat, this kind of man-made disaster is not something that Jiuquan Town or the Wang family can resist.

Only by inviting Xue Mushan and having a contemporary Confucian in charge can the danger be turned into a disaster.

"I didn't expect the north to make a lot of trouble, and in the end, the victims from the north didn't come, but the south was in chaos first."

Wang Xu lamented the impermanence of the world, and said to Liu Quan: "You wait first, I'll ask the teacher to come out." ”

"No please, I've heard you."

Without waiting for Wang Xu to invite, Xue Mushan walked out.

It's winter, and Xue Mushan is still wearing a thin Confucian suit, which has not changed much from when he saw it in the late autumn season.

Walking out of the thatched house, Xue Mushan didn't use Wang Xu to speak, and took the lead in asking, "If I go back with you, what will you do?" ”

Wang Xu looked at his teacher and saw the examination in his eyes.

With the Great Confucianism in charge, the Wang family is safe, but the refugees are still there, and it is worth thinking about how to deal with them.

Whether to rely on the power of Confucianism, drive away the victims, stand by and watch, or organize people to provide disaster relief, it is all up to the Wang family or Wang Xu.

If he chooses to protect his family business, stand by and watch, or even make a fortune, Wang Xu will definitely leave a bad impression in Xue Mushan's eyes.

Even, even if it is a simple disaster relief, I am afraid that it is only qualified, and if you want to shine, you have to find another way.

"If the teacher goes back with the student, the student will definitely persuade his father to unite with the villagers and do his best to help the victims."

Wang Xu knew that this was Xue Mushan's test, but he didn't say it too much, natural disasters and man-made disasters, natural disasters still have traces to follow, and people's hearts are not so easy.

Wang Xu can only say that he tries his best to do it and try to do it well, as for the merits and demerits, it is not a matter that he should think about now.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Xue Mushan put his hands behind his back and said softly: "Reading thousands of books, it is better to travel thousands of miles, this thousands of miles is not only walking, but also watching." Look at the world, look at this person's heart, you will find that some things are more interesting than what is written in books, and you can learn a lot of knowledge that is not in books. ”

"The disciple has been taught..."Wang Xu bowed again, not only for Xue Mushan's teachings, but also for showing the attitude of the chariot and horse to support him.

If Wang Xu participated in disaster relief, the fame he gained was one, and with the support of Xue Mushan's chariot and horse, the fame he gained was one hundred.

Without Da Confucian, who cares about his child.

On the other hand, with the great Confucianism with him, this matter can become a beautiful talk in Shilin.

When the time comes, Jiangnan scholars will know that Xu is eight years old, can provide disaster relief, and will be famous all over the world in the future, and some people will say: "Oh, I know this person, he participated in disaster relief at the age of eight and showed extraordinary, and I have always been optimistic about him." ”

In fact, what is there to be optimistic about, celebrities and ordinary people are placed together, the success of celebrities is taken for granted, and the success of ordinary people will be amazing.

Why does Wang Xu need fame, because he hopes that when he achieves results in the future, others will agree rather than question it.

Why do many bitter protagonists pretend to be slapped in the face wherever they go, and they are disagreed by all kinds of people, because blockbusters are often despised.

Wang Xu wants fame, wants to operate himself, and packages himself as a genius to pave the way for his future talents.

At present, this disaster relief, if it works well, is a good opportunity to gain fame.