"I am against it with all my might, even if a tiger runs out of the market, Your Majesty will believe it

It's just that Wang Shouren still has a trace of hope for Confucianism, if he follows again, and becomes a person who can really speak, at that time there will indeed be some power to compete with those powerful ministers, and a real game.

I still have the Holy Prophet in my heart

If he gives to the people, and can help the people,

Whatever is to people, it will also be holy, Yao Shun is still sick!

Any avenue in the world, a thousand-year-old sect, is from the people, taken from the people, used for the people, the people for the state, these are the great truths of the ages, the people who are the saints, the people who are the people who are in power, are well versed in this way.

Wang Shouren was a little embarrassed, and the passers-by fishing next to him also looked down on this well-dressed literati, and their faces were full of ridicule, but Wang Shouren's face was as usual, and he got up and returned to the old house.

Wang Shouren walked faster and faster, but after a while, he came to the old house and pushed open the door, but he didn't see the old man.

The old man's house is quite poor, it can be said that the walls are clear, but although it is poor, it looks clean and does not look sloppy.

Even the three treasures of the study, I don't know how much, the books are displayed, and there is a faint ink fragrance on the desk, if you don't know the identity of the old man, I'm afraid anyone will have to think that this is a scholarly family, but it's just a down-and-out cold door.

Wang Shouren's heart was quite calm, and he calmly admired this old house.

Lowering his head, there was an old man's handwriting on the table, but when he opened it, Wang Shouren's heart was shocked, his expression was abnormal, and he was stunned for a long time.

I saw that the table was densely written, with various understandings of the theory of deeds, as well as opinions and some opinions.

even listed the sages of all generations, as well as the Confucian scholars who combined with today, if the things on the table were released, it would inevitably cause an uproar in the whole world, but the old man did not do this, but continued to cast quietly, just this great book from the past and present.

The conservative man's mind was hooked out at once, and he sat down in a daze, everything in the book seduced him, and he continued to read, and the doctrine of merit seemed to be completed in an instant, but the creator of all this was not this scholar, but a down-and-out literati who was not well known, and could be said to be like an ant.

For the first time, Wang Shouren let go of his prejudice against fools, after all, he felt that Confucian people had been saving these fools all their lives, and even sacrificing their lives.

At this time, the old man also came back, and when he walked into the study, he saw Wang Shouren's contemplative face, and the old man just smiled slightly and withdrew.

Wang Shouren wandered into the sea of books, so naturally he didn't find the old man, and he saw it until the early morning of the next day.

Wang Shouren cautiously closed the book and looked out the window, only to find that it was already early morning.

Only then did he hurriedly run outside, but he never thought that the old man had been waiting for him here for a long time.

The two smiled at each other, and there were two jars of good wine on the table, just looking at and smelling it was enough to make the world fascinated.

In the early years, Wang Shouren still didn't like to drink, because he felt that drinking was wrong, and even some might become an out-and-out drunkard, which was a big taboo!

It's just that today he had to drink, and he couldn't stop drinking, Wang Shouren and an ordinary grass farmer for the first time, picked up the wine pot and drank it all.

The old man laughed and said: "The old man has no regrets in this life, the old man no longer has so much time to see how you go to the road to heaven, and he doesn't have so much time to sigh the bitter cold of the world, and now he no longer thinks about such rotten things, and indulges in wine is the bliss of the world." ”

Wang Shouren nodded in agreement.

Then, the old man's eyes were a little dim, and he said to himself: "People, living in the world, some people live to save face, and some people live to become inside. ”

"Do you know how many literati on this river every day, ink scholars, Confucians, corrupt Confucians, court nobles, feudal officials, swallows, plums and all kinds of things are vividly expressed by them.

"The old man lives every day without saying a word, but this heart is concerned about the world, but unfortunately, the old man is attached to the antenna, but he can only see the face of how many people in the world have face, and he has seen too much."

Saying that, the old man smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "The monopoly of those clan gate lords on the imperial court and the suppression of the people in the world has long become a common thing, abolishing the imperial examination and changing the door valve recommendation, the power of the world will never be in the hands of the literati, and the literati will not show their strength after all, even if you have the talent to go through the heavens and latitudes, but in the end you will end up with a nine-grade sesame official, and you will even be suppressed all the way, and you are not as good as a common person." ”

"That's all there is to say, learn the earth-shattering art, and the goods and the emperor's family have become an empty word, ah, no, it should be regarded as a scene word."

Hearing this, Wang Shouren lowered his head and smiled, there was no pity in his eyes, some just admired and admired!

The old man still said to himself: "You may never have seen those aristocratic families standing in the court, facing us ordinary people who have eaten the last meal or not, what should they eat tomorrow?" I wonder if there is anything to eat at noon today? What should we do in a year of famine? Such a simple question to the extreme, but in exchange for a sentence from those people, why not eat minced meat?! ”

Wang Shouren nodded calmly, seemingly calm on the surface, but his heart was already turbulent, in fact, he was also a nobleman, and his ancestors seemed to be descendants of King Jing who followed Emperor Gaozu to fight the world, although Emperor Gaozu cut the domain, without the previous power, but still eat and drink without worry, but also have the world's famous teacher guidance, along the way, there is no slightest difficulty, and even received a lot of kindness, not to mention a world-famous Confucian name, he has never encountered such a situation, has even been complacent, self-righteous that he is famous all over the world, and he is angry with a few books in his chest to educate the common people, but after all, this is just the idea of a hairy boy, he has not even been in contact with the people, so he talks about educating the world, which is really ridiculous.

The old man has been looking at the words and looks for so many years, and he can naturally see it, so Wang Shouren smiled and said with a smile in his heart: "Indeed, the old man has seen what you have done, and roughly speaking, it is indeed decades ahead of today's pile of rotten Confucianism, at least suitable for today's situation, but there are still too many missing, too many, too much!" ”

"This book is full of doing things for the world and for the people, but you never know what the world needs? What do the people need? What the world needs is the righteous and courageous ministers, what is needed is the talent of the heavens and the earth, there is no shortage of those who ask for wealth and nobility, what the people need is a peaceful and prosperous world, only one road to the sky, they only need to be able to eat and drink, there is a way, but you have mentioned it in your book, which is also the reason why the old man is quite disappointed! ”