When Chang'an City was first built, Li Weigong was only in his fifties. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Chang'an City is yellow and clear, boxy, like a freshly cut cake steamed with cornmeal, and Li Weigong is full of energy, like a steamed jujube on top of the cake. A group of French men traveled across the ocean and built a large mill at the crossroads in the middle of Chang'an to sell French-style bread and pastries. The mill was propelled by the wind, but there was no wind in Chang'an, so we had to build a tower that reached into the sky to find the wind. The French get up at three o'clock in the morning and climb up the tower, and at five o'clock they can climb to work. Li Weigong got up early every day to come here, buy a fresh loaf of bread, pout a large piece of bread in his trousers, and eat the rest for breakfast. In this way, when he goes to work, he looks majestic and high-spirited. When people asked him why he was like this, he said, "When he works for the public house, he always does it when he worries about the Lord." We would also add that as soon as the battle was over, the Red Whisk threw away his iron rod. So he will strengthen himself with bread. In addition, he also painted his eyebrows and lips, used the mirror more often than the red whisk, and if he was seen by the red whisk, he would shave his face with his fingers to shame him. At that time, it was the beginning of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and both monarchs and ministers were desperately shaking their spirits, just like before we assessed the title here. If everyone were like Wei Gong, it would be bigger than the bread hidden in anyone's pants. Fortunately, not everyone is pretending to be a ghost, otherwise it would be a waste of food.

I don't think I'm going to be able to pretend to be a ghost, so I'm looking so lost now. I finally proved Fermat's theorem, but I didn't know how to publish it. Of course, I can call it "Li Weigong's theorem", and there is nothing wrong with issuing it, but I am not happy to do it anymore, because I proved it and has nothing to do with Wei Gong. Second, I can say that I proved it, but I need a story: why did I prove it. If you want to make up a story for yourself, you have to be less sensual. If I am fighting for the glory of the country and working hard in the cause of mathematics, it would be too much to pretend to be a ghost. What can you think about math problems with lofty thoughts? This is as impossible as Wei Gong standing upright on the battlefield. Leave this article aside. In the end, I have to say how I proved it. This was not a problem in the first two years, because it must be said that after reading a certain quotation of Chairman Mao, my mind suddenly opened up, and so on. In fact, my motivation for proving this theorem was to show my own hand, and I proved it on Xiao Sun's belly. But none of these situations can be told. In the end, I had to turn to Berkeley, California. In contrast, Fermat did not prove this theorem at all, but he became famous all over the world. It's all because he can play tricks.

Now it's time to talk about what it means to be a ghost. It seems to me (again, it seems to me) that the most important theorem in the world is this: Anyone who walks upright on two legs and can speak a language is a human being, whether he is yellow, white or black, and he wants to eat when he is hungry, and when he is sleepy, he wants to sleep hard before and soft later. There are also a series of important characteristics, such as being sleepy when listening to reports, thinking about what is wrong when you are poor, and so on. These things can't be changed, and whoever wants to say that he is not like this is pretending to be a ghost. From this, a second important theorem is derived: since there are human beings, there are people who pretend to be gods. Of course, at first, I wanted to take advantage of it, but then I had to pretend if it wasn't cheap, which made people puzzled. But my theorem can't include the bearded man, because he's the hardest thing ever to guess.

Li Weigong actually designed three Chang'ans, but people saw only one. He not only designed the city, but everything related to the city. In the first Chang'an (Wind Chang'an) there was no city wall, because the city wall blocked the wind. For defense, each tower was built so strong that it could house thousands of people. The people there wore white tight-sleeved shirts, white bloomers, and beanies with black streamers on their heads, reminding everyone where the wind was coming from. These men sailed, brought the necessary supplies from all over the world, repaired rigging and windmills, used sextants and marine timepieces, and had the necessary cleverness. For the sake of the mind, you have to eat more fish, and you have to eat good fish, such as tuna, marlin, and so on. These fish are not as easy to catch as the hairtail and rubber fish we eat now, and can only be caught by driving a big boat to the open sea. In this way, we will become a seafaring people, everyone will be swarthy, and our capital will be immersed in the smell of the sea. The rise and fall of a seafaring nation depends on the intelligence of the mind and the skill of the people, so there will not be so many people. The stone walls of the capital of our country are filled with the blue light of the sea all year round. I have no problem with that, because I am well versed in spherical triangles, where I have to be a first mate even if I am not a captain.

In the second Chang'an, there was no city wall, because the water had to pass through, so the giant trees were used as fences, and the whole city was submerged in a green shade - everywhere there were towering giant trees or continuous green bamboos, because without wood and bamboo could not live. In addition, it is very damp, and moss grows everywhere under the rotating sinks of the bark trees, on the wooden walls, and grass grows under the trees. The people there wore black leather clothes, half a foot wide from the placket to the placket, and tied with a strip of leather in the middle so that their black hair could be exposed. Whether it's cutting down trees or carrying wood, you have to have the strength to do it. Therefore, people are all 1.9 meters tall and short, about 100 kilograms. People like this have to eat meat, so we become a meat-eating people. There will not be many people in a meat-eating people, because there must be a place for grazing herds, woods with wild meat, and there must be people everywhere. So that our capital would be some rough place, with some scattered sky in the slits of the shade, and rain or shine, with old droplets of water overhead—as is always the case in the woods. I have no problem with that, although I am thin and I am allowed to go to herd cattle or pigs, but I like animals, one way or another. Even when I saw cobras and mice, I didn't want to kill them. Only the human Chang'an is not suitable for me: I must have been caught in the yamen often if I was so depressed and wanted to get into trouble, so that I would be neither a captain and a first mate, nor a shepherd, but a beaten ass. But things like which Chang'an to go to must be decided by the leaders, and we don't even count.

When Li Weigong was alive, Chang'an City was very magnificent. This is not to say that Chang'an City is full of high-rise buildings made of stone, with verdant lawns and fountains in front of them, but quite the opposite - there is not a single stone, a living grass, or a stream of flowing water in Chang'an City. All the houses are made of brick and wood, and all are one-storey. At that time, people who rode horses on Chang'an Road carried a bag of soil, and if their horses urinated on the street, they had to get down immediately and cover the flowing urine with soil. No one dares to pour dirty water on the street. The houses in Chang'an are low, but the streets are wide. There is no grass on the ground, but every inch of the ground is imprinted with the traces of a broom. People walking on the street automatically catch up with the person in front of them, or slow down and wait for the others to enter, so that they can form a line and take steps in unison. But once he caught up with the team, he was embarrassed to leave the group, so he was going to go next door to see his neighbors, but he probably walked around the city until he returned exhausted in the evening, forgetting about his neighbors. At that time, when foreigners arrived in Chang'an, they saw the dusty streets and the marching brigade of people and horses, and they were often so surprised that they could not close their mouths anymore. However, when Chang'an was just built, two-thirds of the residents inside were veterans, who were good at queue subjects, and were extremely proficient in marching, stepping, turning left and right, and so on. Others who want to move to the city have to go through three months of cohort training. Foreigners don't know about this, they just think it's a relationship between water and soil. They were ashamed of their laziness, and they desperately drank the salty, astringent well water with a slight smell of urine in Chang'an City, and did not drink the mineral water that was preferential to foreigners; and when they arrived at the restaurant, they said, "Give me a portion of what you eat!" This did not have a significant effect, so they went to buy tender walnuts to dye themselves yellow, and operated on to sew up their double eyelids to make them look like single eyelids. A large number of envoys sent by the bearded prince to the Tang Dynasty had not yet had time to learn the system of the Tang Dynasty, and when they saw this scene, they ran back and praised it, saying that we will never be able to catch up - unless we don't eat fish from now on, and only eat small rice. However, if you don't eat fish, there will be a food shortage in Fusang, and the millet is not resistant to waterlogging, and there is a lot of rain in that place, so it didn't completely follow Wei Gong's method, but just adopted the etiquette he invented. That alone was enough for them.

We know that there is a bell tower and a drum tower in Chang'an City, and there is a veteran walking around the bell in the bell tower, and every time he walks around the bell is one minute, he strikes the bell once after walking sixty laps. At the beginning of the construction of Chang'an, this bell was very accurate, no less than the British Big Ben. After a few years, this soldier grew corns on his feet, and the bell slowed down, gradually slowing down to the extent that it slowed down for two hours a day, and the sun and moon began to turn upside down in Chang'an City. A few years later, the soldier contracted gout again, and the clock reached the level of 24 hours a day, so there were two kinds of time in Chang'an City, public time and solar time. Pedestrians can walk 20 miles in one hour according to official time, and half according to solar time. The sun rises twice a day according to official time, and it is also halved according to solar time. You asked a half-aged in Chang'an City, and she said she was twenty years old, but she was actually twenty years old. You go and ask an old man about his longevity, and he says that when he is seventy years old, that is the age of the sun. This adds to the complexity of timing. By the time the clock tower slowed down seventy-two hours a day, public time was abolished. At that time, the veteran had suffered a stroke and was still struggling to walk around the clock. Fortunately, he no longer had the power to strike the bell, and the sound of striking could only be heard in the bell tower.

And the story of that drum tower is this: there is a big drum in the building, and the drummer beats on it, and the whole city steps on it. It was a very tiring task, with a large group of able-bodied people to rotate around, and it was so boring that some of the drummers later had a nervous breakdown, and desperately struck a few tricks on the drums to get the whole city to twist the yang song or dance the disco instead of walking the right way. After doing such a bad thing, he said: If you want to kill, you have to chop it casually. Because of this, the system of drumming was later abolished. Fortunately, those veterans were also in their last years, and they also felt that it was too tiring to walk right, so they did not give their opinions. At the beginning of the construction of Chang'an, if someone picked up a copper coin on the road, they would give it to the chief, and the leaders would try to return it to the person who lost the money. It is a pity that although everyone collects gold, the total number of copper coins will not increase, and everyone is still so poor. Since he is so poor, it is rare to lose money. Later, the leaders stipulated that after a copper coin had been found once, a steel seal would be made on it, which could be used as two flowers. This caused everyone to deliberately throw away copper coins on the road, and the money in Chang'an City was soon full of steel stamps, causing serious inflation. Regardless of whether it is stamped or not, copper coins are worthless. The total number of good deeds in Chang'an City has skyrocketed. But then everyone found that it was inconvenient to have no copper coins, so they abolished the system.

The story of Chang'an mentioned in the previous section is only half of the story. The city is neither close to the mountains nor the sea, but there are many people in the city who want to eat, so there are a large number of porters who go to the Yellow River to carry grain. These people were in a team of fifty, with an iron ring embedded in the flesh on their left arm, and a leather strip on the iron ring to dress them into a string, and a large bag on their shoulders, ten zhang long, which could hold tens of thousands of catties of grain. They are like giant centipedes, going back and forth between the wharves of the Yellow River and the granaries in the city for months and months. Over time, he became a peculiar human race, with no flesh on his body, but a muscle the size of a small football on his calf, and a pair of big feet more than two feet long, and his hands were degraded because of old age, like a pair of chicken wings. It is said that the porters were so nimble that they used their feet to carry bowls for food. When the grain arrives in the city, someone has to spread it out and clean it before it can be put into storage, and there is a group of kuding with wooden shovels in hand, who raise the field day and night, and finally become a peculiar race with big hands and small feet, and they take the big top when they go out. As for the vegetable farmers in the suburbs of the city, they use all fours, and the public gives them a large belt to tie their waists firmly and work more and eat less. Later, the body shape of the vegetable farmers in Chang'an became extremely sexy, which made people look excited, and some uncompetitive guys abandoned the vegetable fields and ran to the city to be ****** after the Wei Gong built Chang'an City, he was very happy, and Chang'an City was brand new at that time, and there was no problem at all. He felt that this was the greatest invention of his life, far better than proving Fermat's theorem and building a machine that opened the square, so he suggested to the emperor that Chang'an City should be renamed "New Luoyang". When the emperor heard this, he immediately smiled without embarrassment and said: Li Qing, I'm afraid it's not good for my capital to be called such a strange name. However, Li Weicheng continued to talk about his reasons - many years ago, he and Hongfu escaped from Luoyang City, and at that time he made up his mind to build a big city, etc., so the name is commemorative, etc., and the emperor disappeared when he talked about it. So he went back to his yamen, and he didn't see the emperor at all, as if he was having malaria. The emperor thinks that this is a strange game between two poor worms, and it is really fleshy to tell it out of his mouth. Anyway, he is the emperor, and the unlucky Li Weigong actually forgot about this. When he got off work in the evening, as soon as he went out, a man in black jumped out of the roadside and slashed him, and he was slashing at the steel helmet, and sparks were bursting and cutting him down. Fortunately, it was the beginning of the founding of the Tang Dynasty at that time, and he wore a dress when he went out. Wei Gong's dress not only had a steel helmet on his head, armor on his body, but also a waist knife. He thought, "When I designed Chang'an, I didn't design the assassin profession!" But his captain of the guard stood behind him and held his hand down. Li Weigong hurriedly shouted: Someone has assassinated me, go and arrest him! The man smiled and said: No wow! Li Weigong looked back and saw that the man in black was running in front of him, so he hurriedly shouted with a white face: "It's still there! Go and arrest him!" After yelling for a long time, no one moved. Hurriedly looked back, only to see that his chief guard was shaking his hands and walking away. This surprise is really not trivial, thinking about it, I talked nonsense with the emperor during the day and made a mistake. It turned out that Chang'an was the emperor's capital, not his new Luoyang. So he went home and hurriedly wrote a resignation report, but the emperor did not allow it. A few days later, Wei Gong fell ill. In any case, this is a major loss, because if you want to find someone as smart as Wei Gong, you can't find it for a while. And the bearded prince got the news in Fusang and said: Such an unreliable element with only a little cleverness actually got into the temple of the country, which can only show that there is no one in the Tang Dynasty. This kind of thing should be slapped in the mouth when others say it, but it is different when he says it. The bearded prince later lived to be 200 years old, and at the age of 150, he could still be a royal maid and rule Fusang for more than 100 years, not to mention a hundred-year-old manrui. But those who have been his crown prince and grandson are unlucky. These Chinese-Japanese mixed-race children have read Chinese classics, but they can't remember a single sentence, only a sentence in the "Analects": To be old and not die is to be a thief.

At the beginning of the founding of Chang'an, Li Weigong came on a whim and talked nonsense in front of the emperor, but he was stabbed and then wilted. The story is far more complex than the one told here, and touches on some fundamental aspects of life that cannot be told in its entirety for the time being. Now we can make the simplest understanding of events: Li Weigong built Chang'an City, just as Mr. Watt built his steam engine. After many days and nights of hard work, the steam engine was finally built, and it operated freely, and it neither exploded nor leaked much. Mr. Watt was so happy that he ran out into the street singing and dancing, hugging passers-by and kissing them, only to be beaten by the police. This law was irrelevant to Britain, because the coal-burning machine had already been built, and the gasoline-burning machine was not needed until the Texas oil fields were developed, so it was fought and there was nothing to lose. But the slash against Wei Gong was too early. At that time, he was compiling a textbook for the first grade of elementary school, and he had already compiled four lessons -- first, long live the emperor, second, long live the queen, third, the prince is a thousand years old, and fourth, the princess is a thousand years old. In time, let him complete this work, and he will be able to prevent everyone from thinking about it in the first place. In addition, he has a lot of work to do. If it's all done, you don't have to think about it anymore. If you don't want to, you won't have to do it.

If you want to prevent inconsistencies, you must be the best at thinking about them. Li Weicheng is the right person, there was a period when he was doing this with great interest, but then things changed, Wei Gong began to be confused all day long, and the pouting thing in his pants was gone. He no longer cares about the affairs of Chang'an City. The city was like an untended yard, and it was immediately overgrown with weeds. Everyone stretched their yards out into the streets, and soon the streets narrowed, and there was water in the ditches on the side of the road. Later, there was not enough land in Chang'an City, and buildings began to appear. Even in some alleys, people do not wait for approval. and paved the ground with slates. In my opinion, this state of affairs has to do with many factors, such as population growth, business development, and so on. But everyone's attention was on Wei Gong. Good guests think that as long as Wei Gong can regain his majesty, everything can be better. As mentioned earlier, there was a brave lady who did a blowjob for Wei Gong. At that time, she did want to get words out of Wei Gong's mouth, but part of the reason was to save Chang'an City-as long as Wei Gong could straighten up, Chang'an City would be saved. Later, she found that Wei Gong's place was very bitter, in fact, it was the taste of Coptis water, but she didn't expect Wei Gong to have a sense of humor at all, she just shook her head and recited the famous words of Meng Fuzi: Fu Tian will descend to the people, and he must first work his muscles and bones and suffer his mind. If Wei Gong's place was not bitter, it would be strange. She wanted to make herself smarter, so she ate a pair of pig bitter galls every day. After eating, I felt bitter when I ate sugar, and I felt bitter when I ate, so I had to accompany my meal with bile forever. In the end, the whole person turned green, and everywhere he went, all of them were shrouded in a bitter rain and bloody wind. But as far as I know, the bitterness of Wei Gong's place was faked, so she didn't make herself smart after suffering so much, on the contrary, because of bile acid poisoning, she became a little stupid, in other words, she turned green in vain. However, she became Renrui because of this, and was recognized as the greatest historian of the Tang Dynasty, because people with such strange looks can no longer be found.

The Tang Emperor himself wanted to save Chang'an City, who whimsically studied several medical books and painted Li Jing to prescribe medicine. Sometimes he sent eunuchs to Wei Gong to bring his own "Treasure Three Whips Wine", but he never drank this wine himself. In addition to aphrodisiac drugs such as seahorses and deer antlers, the medicinal wine is also soaked in various animal whips, including deer whips, tiger whips, elephant whips, and so on. In order to ensure the curative effect, he also asked the eunuch who announced the decree to pour out a bowl on the spot, and watched Wei Gong drink it before returning to the palace. When he poured the wine, Wei Gong saw a whole orangutan whip soaked in the wine jar - it was exactly the same thing as a man's genitals, and the wine was pale red, and it looked like thin blood. It tastes like water for washing salted meat, with a bit of stale urine smell. Reluctantly drank a bowl, his stomach turned upside down, his face turned pale, and he lasted until the eunuch left, and then he vomited wildly. In less than ten minutes, his face would be as cold as ashes, and his hands would be cold. People have reached this point, and they still can't get the sympathy of the red whisk. As for Wei Gong's colleagues and subordinates, they were even more concerned about Wei Gong's situation, and they brought him all kinds of tonic medicines from all over the world, but he didn't take them. Poor Tang Dynasty's monarchs and ministers didn't find the crux of the problem. Wei Gong couldn't get up straight, because those Frenchmen lost money in business, closed the mill and returned to their hometown, and there was no longer a supply of long stick bread in Chang'an City. So the solution to the problem is to get those French people back, and ban steamed buns in Chang'an City, so that they will not lose money anymore and can supply a steady supply of long sticks. But after doing so, it may not be able to solve the problem, because Wei Gong has long felt that he is too tired to live and does not want to do it anymore. If a person has such thoughts, neither the Treasure Whip, nor the blowjob, nor the loaf bread will restore his majesty.

Li Weigong was in low spirits, and everyone recorded this account on the red whisk account, at least she didn't manage Wei Gong's food well. In addition, the emperor also said: "This kid (referring to Li Weigong) is still useful, and he shouldn't use a knife to cut him." But no one heard that. Because of this, the emperor sent the imperial kitchen to take over Wei Gong's room, and from that day on. There are bones in every bite of meat that Wei Gong eats, and most of the vegetables are bamboo shoots and other things that look quite warped. The most common thing on his table is fried chicken thighs, whole roasted pork knuckles, and when they are served, they are still standing upright on the plate. The rice he fed was also very hard, almost raw rice. Occasionally, Wei Gong asked for a meal of noodles, which were as hard as a steel wire. The imperial chef added water to the flour drop by drop, and it became the hardest dough in the world, and then chopped it into noodles with an axe, and Wei Gong ate a few bites and almost choked to death. After that, he never dared to say that he wanted to eat noodles again. But the pancakes he was given were as hard as the soles of his shoes, and he stole a few from the table at every opportunity, and let the red whisk carry it in his arms, and eat it when it was soft.

Now let's talk about what Chang'an City looks like after losing the management of Wei Gong. At this time, the streets and alleys were paved with stone slabs, like some turtle shells. On both sides of the street are paved houses, the kind of houses have wooden doors on the front, which are old and completely covered with oil sludge. The eaves almost converge above the street, so the street is very dark, with only a little light reflected on the paved stone slabs. In case of fire, half of Chang'an City will be burned, while when Wei Gong is in charge, he can only burn one street if there is a fire, and this is the difference. Occasionally, there is a *** wearing a skirt that is not too short, revealing two white and flawless legs, and running quickly from the street with nailed clogs, leaving a street of sparks, which makes everyone enjoy watching it. When Wei Gong is in charge, women are never allowed to run on the street with their thighs exposed, which is also the difference. When the Wei Gong was in charge, it was stipulated that women of good families must wear three skirts on the street, and the petticoat and apron could be shorter, but the main skirt must be long to the ground. And ** must wear six skirts on the street, each of which must be long to the ground, so it is very troublesome to take off. Whoever wears less than this number of skirts or more than this number must be caught in the yamen and beaten with a board. Before fighting, you have to suck her with a magnet to see if there is an iron plate in the skirt. These regulations made Wei Gong rack his brains, because even the number of skirts worn by women had to be based on classics, or mathematically proven. But the common people did not understand his painstaking efforts and came to find trouble. There was a garment maker who produced a skirt with three layers of piping underneath, and it looked like three skirts, but it was actually just one skirt -- didn't it just want to save a few feet of cloth. There was also a merchant who produced a kind of hip guard, which was made of wood, and the magnet could not be sucked out, but it made a bang when it hit it - wasn't it afraid of beating? Wei Gong is not easy, what are you afraid of if you let him hit twice.

When this happened, Wei Gong also stipulated that when he encountered a woman with a wooden board on her buttocks, the official in charge of the staff must beat it with three times the force, and even the wooden board and the ass were smashed together. But the officials complained that there was not enough food to eat. From this, you know that in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, all kinds of people had food rations, the same as the later BJ City. In the later BJ City, the dentist ate the quota of fitters, and the orchestra played the tuba to eat the quota of sand turners, which was very reasonable. In Chang'an City, the servants who beat women's buttocks used to eat the ration of moderate physical labor, because the women put wooden planks on their buttocks to the point of heavy physical labor, and those people were not satisfied, saying that they were beating the wooden planks with sticks, which caused blood blisters on their hands and pain in their shoulders, and these two kinds of problems should be regarded as occupational diseases. According to Datang's labor insurance regulations, occupational diseases should be recuperated with full pay. You can eat dry pay with a bubble on your hands, which is too cheap. Wei Gong thought about it for a long time, and decided to send a few pairs of gloves to the officials, and those officials took them home and handed them to his wife to dismantle and knit socks. This shows that those officials are not afraid of foaming on their hands at all, but use blood blisters as an excuse to ask the public for better treatment. There are too many things like this, and the noise makes Wei Gong's brain hurt. In the end, he pretended to be sick and lay down. Without him, Chang'an City would become like this ghost - you can wear whatever skirt you want, and you can wear as long as you want. Some ordinary people said that this was simply poisoning young people. Letters from the masses were sent to the Wei Mansion in sacks, but he only opened one eye, so he didn't even look at them, so he sent the letters to the kitchen and burned them.

After Wei Gong fell ill and even died, the various systems he formulated were still working in a mess. For example, Hongfu wants to commit suicide, and with the approval of institutions at all levels, the emperor has sent Mrs. Wei to do this, in order to make her look better after death, he is hanging her upside down on the beam of the house, and at this time someone always comes to the door to look for her. At this time, I had to put her down from the beam, and carried her to the door to see that it was a few bad old men, from the municipal department or other ghost yamen, and said to her seriously: Wei Gong's legacy, the emperor's favor, and the widow's martyrdom has a benefit. Li Zhang's signature received, thanks! This is the role of the system. Xiao Sun works in the library, receives two pairs of sleeves every month, and comes back as a rag to wipe the table. Benefits are to be given out whether you need it or not. Looking at those benefits, or the old rice in Chencang, itself is rice, but it is yellow and clear like corn, or it is dried salted mackerel, I don't know how many years, the green place is moldy, and the non-green place is golden. The salted fish is yellow, which is hala, with a smell of tung oil. Otherwise, it is a willow coffin, and the board is so thin and transparent. Hongfu signed and scolded: This old turtle leader, he is clean when he dies (this is scolding Wei Gong). Aunt Wei, bring me a mat. ******Later, when she returned to the house, she was hung upside down on the beams of the house and said, "Aunt Wei, it seems that we have to use a pulley." Later, she said on the beam of the house: This guy surnamed Li died by himself, and he also affected me. In her opinion, since Li Weigong is a guy who wants to get into trouble, he shouldn't pretend to be a ghost. When the emperor learned of these words, he defended himself: I have long known that Li Jing is a guy who wants to get into trouble, but I am now using him! This means that it is useless to pretend to be a ghost in front of the head. Li Weigong's various cleverness has long been seen through by the leaders, and he should pay the price for dishonesty, but it is not time yet. But as a mass, I don't believe the words of the toutou. I think it's something they made up to scare us.

I've finished writing all the stories of Wei Gong, but I still don't know how to evaluate Wei Gong, just as I still don't know how to evaluate myself when I live to be forty years old. When I was fifteen years old, I began to study plane geometry, using the Geometry Primitives as a textbook and the Geometry Dictionary by Rb man Nagasawa Kaminosuke as a collection of exercises - sitting alone in a room, facing an open book, biting the pencil shaft - and Wei Gong had such an experience, but he read the "Geometry Originals" in Persian, and used the exercises written by Persians. This is not the same thing as reading the Analects on the basis of the Annotations on the Collection of Zhu Zi. The former is an extremely pleasant experience, the latter is painful. Despite this shared experience, I still can't fully understand him. He likes acting like this and lives in the world like an actor. I'll never learn that. In this world, there is nothing more beneficial than living like an actor, and there is nothing more dangerous than this.