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Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,

Every grain is hard. ”

The sludge on the paddy field is eye-catching, but Xiao Qisheng, the great farmer, can't see any dirt in his eyes at all, the handwriting in the sludge is shining with golden light, every word, every stroke, there is a huge ideological power.

Xiao Qisheng wanted to read it quickly in one breath, but it was difficult to look at a line with his eyes, and he struggled with his thoughts, so he could only read it slowly word by word. All the Confucian scholars present also held their breath and listened to Xiao Qisheng's recitation word by word.

From the moment he saw the first word, his Zhihai quickly surged a wave of thoughts, and the whole person was completely stunned. The content of the whole poem quickly reproduced a picture in his sea of wisdom, a hard-working old farmer, under the scorching sun, carrying a hoe, plowing the field.

The sun was scorching, and every time he waved his hoe, the old farmer's sweat was like rain. And the rice in the field gradually flourished, and the ears of rice became plump, and the ears of grain became yellow and clear. The harvest season is not a happy day for the old farmers. The plump and golden grains of rice were shipped to various places, but the life of the farmers was still so hard.

Scholars' families, at the banquet, bowls of fragrant rice, jade plates of delicacies, and meat forest wine pools were squandered by the Confucian scholars. But who can see the hardships behind that simple grain of white rice, the difficulty from sowing to harvesting?

"Compassion for Nong", the name of the poem is Compassion for Nong...... What a song of compassion for the peasants......"

One picture after another is presented in the wisdom of Xiao Qisheng, the great Si Nong. After all the changes, full of emotion, a moment is also a long time, and when the poem is read to the end, it ends with a sentence of "every grain is hard", but Xiao Qisheng's heart suddenly swelled with a burst of sourness.

"Su Lin, your poem "Compassion for Nong" is a peasant poem, but it is not at all like the peasant poem in the "Book of Songs", which relies on praying for a good year in the heavens to gain ideological strength......

Hong Liyu has been staring at the "Compassion for Nong" on the sludge for a long time, as the Holy Maiden of the Jade Rabbit Demon Clan, she didn't care about the cultivation of Terran farmers at all before, but now, after watching Su Lin's "Compassion for Nong", and then looking at the thin old farmers around her, Zhihai also set off a huge wave of thoughts, and couldn't help but say the true meaning of Su Lin's poem:

"You didn't pray for a good year, you didn't expect the wind and rain to be good. Because these are under the magic of holy power, they are all controlled by the Confucian scholars. The poor thing is that these farmers have a good harvest in their fields, and they can cultivate and harvest without interruption in all seasons. But these are not their gains...... They were like those farm implements, controlled by the will of the squires and Confucian scholars, and toiled all year round...... Pathetic! so pitiful...... The Confucian scholars paid attention to benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith, but they treated the farmers who provided us with food so contempt......"

The expression on his face changed from surprise to sadness to pity, and finally turned to anger, and Hong Liyu was completely infected by the thoughts in Su Lin's poems. I empathize with the helplessness and sorrow of those farmers, so I also feel disgust and anger at the Confucian scholars' despised farmers as vulgar people and are afraid to avoid them.

"Hey, I see...... I've always been the same. The hard work of the farmers provided us with valuable food, but we, the so-called Confucian scholars who paid attention to benevolence and righteousness, did not take them seriously at all. I even think that they are lowly and should do such rough work......"

A wave of guilt rose in Yuan Dui's heart, and he lowered his head in shame, but the thoughts in Zhihai became more and more refined.

"They're not cheap! They don't do anything vulgar. ”

At this time, Su Lin, who had been squatting silently to write poems, stood up, turned to face the surprised students of the academy, and said righteously, "We, the so-called Confucian scholars, have been reading Confucian and Mencian poetry books and the Hundred Schools of Thought since we were children. He thinks that thought is the supreme power, but looks down on those peasants who have no wisdom.

But do you know that without their hard work, where would we have fed us three meals a day? But they have worked so hard that not only have they not received the harvest and security they deserve, but they have not even had the slightest respect and status, like this old man, who is sixty years old and sick, but still has to be driven to harvest the ears of rice......

Su Lin knew that although this was a Confucian and Taoist world that emphasized benevolence, righteousness and morality, there was still class oppression, there was a gap between the rich and the poor, and there were many, many injustices. The Confucian scholars were the class at the top of society, while the peasants were exploited at the bottom of society.

Knowing that what he did and what he said could not change the situation of this world, Su Lin still couldn't help it, a thought surging in the sea of wisdom made him eager to correct the name of the farmers, and even more wanted to tell the Confucian scholars who looked down on the farmers.

Farming and harvesting is not a vulgar thing, but a noble cause that can raise countless people.

The illiterate peasants, they are more worthy of our respect than those Jinshi and university scholars who intrigue in the court, because it is their hard work with their hands that gives us a full stomach.

In Su Lin's mouth, an unprecedented remark made all the Confucian scholars present stunned. Before that, they had never considered the feelings of the farmers, the lives and livelihoods of the farmers. The Holy Power Spell changes the climate and environment to plant, and the farmers are driven by them to plant and harvest crops as if they were farm tools.

Now, Su Lin's poem "Compassion for Nong" pierced the hearts of every Confucian scholar like a sharp sword, questioning them from the deepest part of their hearts, and causing their conscience and thoughts to suffer an unprecedented torment.

"The farmers have fed us with the crops they have worked so hard to grow, but we are ...... But they think they are cheap...... I...... How could I have thought that?"

"Although they do dirty work, they never complain, but we Confucian scholars who spend our days reading leisurely look down on them......"

......

Almost all the Confucian scholars lowered their heads and faced their hearts with their thoughts, Rao is Lu Tong and Liu Shimin and a few others, and they had to admit that what Su Lin said was right.

"Farming is not vulgar! What does it matter to go to the field? Haha...... I didn't expect my family Fang Hui to also go to the field to do farm work one day?"

Just when everyone was ashamed and sighed, Fang Hui was the first to wake up, rolled up his trousers and rushed down the paddy field, snatched the sickle from the hand of a farmer, and followed the example of the farmers before, grabbing the rice stalk with one hand and quickly harvesting with the sickle with the other.

And in this process of harvesting, Fang Hui's Zhihai set off a burst of enlightenment, and his humane heart was condensed a lot at this moment, at least equivalent to reducing half a year's hard reading! This is the practice of true knowledge, read the idea of "Compassion for Nong", and practice, and truly experienced the hard work of the farmer, Fang Hui Zhihai's thoughts and perceptions are profound, and nature and empty reading of poetry and books are not the same.

"Yes, the earth breeds grain, and Confucius also said that agriculture is the foundation of everything. Why should we look down on farming? Give me a sickle, and I'll go to the field!"

The other talents also immediately understood, and they all rushed to the ground to harvest the rice. This is a very rare opportunity to practice ideas and principles, and if we can grasp this opportunity, the progress of thinking will be very rapid.

However, the light curtain of Su Lin's "Compassion for Nong" made 10,000 acres of rice ears hang their heads and fold themselves, and one after another rice ears naturally break and stack together.

Therefore, most of these talents were one step late, and by the time they arrived at the paddy fields, all the ears of rice had become stacks of rice. When the peasants of tens of thousands of people saw this scene, they all clapped their hands and cheered. Originally, it would have taken more than half a day of harvesting work, because Su Lin's song "Compassion for Nong" was completely over.

Those talented people who can't harvest rice don't care about stepping on dirty paddy fields, desperately trying to seize the opportunity to understand this trace of pity for the peasants.

In mid-air, the huge Shennong Clan's holy icon, after all the rice fields had been harvested, suddenly erupted into a huge roar, and the entire holy icon began to condense towards the center. The golden light that erupted was like a small sun suspended in the air, and at the same time, this light shone on the human body, very warm and warm.

All the Confucian scholars were made by the light, and the deficit Zhihai was instantly full, and the yin and evil thoughts in Zhihai were also suppressed to the top. And those farmers in the field, under the illumination of the light, the depressed appearance became radiant, and the body was weak, and instantly felt that the body was full of vitality. Those who are sick will not be cured at this moment. The old farmer who Su Lin was supporting before, his cough was better, his back was a little straighter, and his whole person seemed to be ten years younger......

"Shennong Shengguang?" is a poem...... Could it be that it is the idea of Shennong's enlightenment?" "Xiao Qisheng, the great Si Nong, grew his mouth, and he wrote the novel story of "Shennong Tastes a Hundred Herbs" no less than a hundred times, but he still did not truly comprehend Shennong's thoughts and Tao.

But now, the statue of Shennong emits holy light, which means that Su Lin's "Compassion for Nong" is in line with Shennong's ideological spirit.

"In ancient times, the human race was weak, and the Shennong clan took pity on the human race for not being able to survive, so it did not hesitate to taste the herbs in person, looking for grain crops and various medicinal materials that could be planted for the human race...... Therefore, the Shennong clan is the source of the ideas of the peasant family and the doctor, but what about the Confucian scholars of the peasant family today, who regard the peasants as working machines and constantly squeeze them...... If you don't know how to pity the peasants, it is no wonder that the novelist Xiao Qisheng summoned the Shennong Icon, which can only ripen the rice, and also forms a unique layer of ideological protection on each ear of rice......"

Looking at the light of the Shennong Clan's holy icon, Surin's wisdom suddenly rose in the sea of wisdom, and the thought of mercy was not only for the peasants, but for the common people, and for the entire human race.

The Shennong Clan's holy icon, the more condensed and smaller, the more the light became, and finally to the extreme, it became a golden grain, slowly, fell towards Su Lin, Su Lin instinctively stretched out his palm, and the grain fell steadily on his hand.