Spring and Autumn I Am King

The farewellers went back without any hesitation. Although they were forgiven by Confucius, Gongliangru had a deep prejudice against Zigong and others.

"This is the second time the Master has let Zigong leave. Is this really necessary? The politicians use despicable means to deal with the Master. Why should the Master be open-minded and tolerant again and again..."

Yan Hui, who knew Confucius best, interrupted his complaint: "Zizheng, the way of the Master, but the word "loyalty and forgiveness", the second and third sons have to experience more. [No pop-up window..]"

"That's right, repaying virtue with virtue, and repaying grievance with directness, that's all..." Confucius replied the same way, and he had further considerations.

"With Zigong and Zihua doing things for the Zhao clan, and with their insistence on benevolence and righteousness, the shogunate's governance in the state of Lu will also retain a certain bottom line... Besides, if you go abroad with me, have you ever thought about your family members in the state of Lu? How to do?"

The rain began to fall again, and Confucius glanced at the people beside the car, causing many of the disciples to feel guilty.

Among them, those who entered school early are mostly married and have children. For example, Zeng Dian has a five- or six-year-old son. They had no family property in the first place, because they did not want to serve in the shogunate, nor did they have a fixed salary and no savings. For the sake of the master, for the sake of ideals, shake your hands and leave, let the old and young family members survive?

Zilu was the first to express his position: "I'm from Wei, and I'm in Lu alone. Even if Master floats in the sea, I'll go with me!"

Yan Hui also thought about it a long time ago: "I have already discussed it with my father. My father and son are both teachers and masters, and the two of us divide the labor. Father is at home to take care of the clan, and I will travel with the master to take care of the master."

"My father and my younger brother are still capable of farming, and my mother can weave cloth, so I won't starve to death..." The lacquer carved open, Yuan Xian and other poor people were the most supportive of all the disciples of Confucius to follow the Master Li Lu together. He hesitated for a moment, but gritted his teeth and said this cruelly.

Confucius scolded them: "Confused! Your parents are here. If you don't travel far, you will have a good way. I won't force you to go back, but someone must settle down at home! You may have thought about these things thoroughly. But as long as Zigong is in Lu, Then your family can be taken care of by him. What's more, it's my life that I will do it, and my life will be ruined! No wonder everyone has their own aspirations. Don't criticize them any more!"

The disciples thought that they had scolded Zigong and others before, but they wiped their mouths and left, but left their family members to take care of Zigong.

"That's what he should do!" But there are also cheeky people who think so, thinking that this is Zigong's "redemption", and their hearts are more balanced.

Confucius did not pay attention to the disciples who had their own minds. His mind was swaying between the dangerous road ahead and the hometown in Zouyi.

Gone, gone, Zigong promised. Not only will he take good care of his disciples' families, but he will also take care of his wife and children.

This spring rain in March swept over half of the country of Lu, and the sky in Qufu was covered with heavy dark clouds as heavy as lead, accompanied by terrifying thunder, and in such a weather, Confucius began his destined expedition... …

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It was also on this day, starting from Shiliting in the eastern suburbs of Qufu, no matter how much Confucius persuaded, there would inevitably be a split among the disciples of Confucius.

Ran Geng, Ran Yong, Min Ziqian, Gongliangru, Qidiaokai, Yuan Xian and others followed Confucius. Gradually, they hugged together and called themselves "Gentlemen Confucianism", or "followers of sages". These people are inactive. The five grains are not divided, except for empty talk about how to practice benevolence and righteousness, and cultivate virtue.

And Zigong, Ran Qiu, Zai Yu, Fan Xu, Gong Xichi, Gongzhichang and others who stayed in the Zhao shogunate were scolded by the "junzi Confucians" as "little Confucians", and regarded as servile and surrendered to power traitor. But in fact. They have their own strengths, and they all contribute to the reality. Zigong is a businessman, Ran Qiuzhi is a soldier, and Zaiyu is a government. Gong Xichi deciphered the words on the oracle bones, enforced the etiquette of three generations, and became a master of ancient prose.

As for Fan Xu, it is even more remarkable. He separated from Confucianism and created a peasant faction. After his death, he was enshrined by farmers in Quanlu, almost replacing Houji, and became synonymous with the **** of agriculture...

In addition, Yan Hui, Zilu, Zeng Dian, and their son Zeng Shen formed a different faction. They regarded themselves as the orthodox successors of Confucius, and they neither agreed with the heretical "Gentleman Confucianism" who worshipped the idol of Confucius, nor did they agree with those who entered the imperial court. "Little Confucianism". Different from the "gentleman Confucianism" who insists on "reporting but not writing", in fact, he can't write works at all and can only talk about Confucianism. Both Yan's Confucianism and Zeng's Confucianism have many monographs left in the world, which is a way for future generations to peep into Confucianism's thought. window.

This is the diversion of the "advanced disciples" of Confucius. As for the later disciples, that's another story...

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The rain was still sparsely underground, as if it were never ending, and pedestrians had already avoided under the eaves.

However, on the city tower of Guodongmen outside the city of Lu, several shogunate officials and sergeants in black official uniforms stood in the rain, and despite the spring breeze and drizzle, their bodies were nailed to the ground like iron nails. On the ground, motionless.

Guarded by them in the center, but carefully keeping a distance, are the two black umbrellas on the edge of the city wall.

Umbrella is a new thing that has only appeared in the past six months. It is rumored that this item was mentioned casually by General Zhao, and the public transport class who was only thirteen years old used hand-cut bamboo strips as umbrella stands, and lint paper coated with natural waterproof tung oil. Make umbrella surface, made this thing. Since then, in addition to nobles accompanied by canopies, scholars and commoners can also travel with umbrellas on rainy days. For a time, the State of Lu had another special product that could be exported to Cao, Song, and Jin, and the artisan workshop moved to Qufu to make another contribution. Paper also changed from a simple consumer product to a reprocessable material.

Now, the two umbrellas, one big and the other small, have been standing still in the rain for a long time, and I don't know if they are giving away or waiting for someone.

When Zigong and the others returned to Lu City in Tingyi's carriage, it was already afternoon, and Yan Yan, who was holding a small umbrella on the left, breathed a long sigh of relief.

"They finally came back. Fang Cai Zigong and others bowed their heads and left. I thought they would never return."

The other big umbrella was supported by Mu Xia for Zhao Wuxi. They waited for a long time. From the time Confucius went out to the return of Zigong Shouxin, dozens of Confucian disciples bowed their heads to keep them, and went crazy to follow him. The situation is in sight.

But Zhao Wuxi kept his face expressionless, and only then did he smile: "I knew that Zigong, Zichi and the others would not take me down..."

Zigong has been with him for almost five years since his first acquaintance in Jin's Renshi City, and Zhao Wuxi spent a lot of time trying to win over this business genius. Diplomacy. Pushing clothes and clothes, pushing food and food is just a trivial idea. More importantly, it was Zhao Wuxi who instilled his own ideas in Zigong, who was not too fond of rituals and music. And show him the possibility of realizing his ideals...

Most of the knowledge of Confucius is "contained in empty words", but doing things under the shogunate is really "deep and clear in action".

When everything was done, it was up to Zigong to make his own choice.

Fortunately. He did not disappoint Zhao Wuxi, and returned with a group of officials.

Yan Yan admired in his heart, but also had doubts.

"The generals dealt with the Ji clan, the Meng clan, and the three uncles and grandsons decisively, but what I don't understand is that in the face of Confucius, who has no official position, no soldiers, and only an empty name, the general is very elegant and very Tolerance. This is why..."

Zhao Wuxi laughed at himself, and he also noticed that it was not only generous and elegant, but also timid. But I am afraid that any person who returns to this era and faces Confucius who has greatly influenced the spiritual character of later generations of Chinese people will treat him a little differently than others. This is like going back to the Peking University library in the Republic of China and seeing the Taizu who was swept out of the house. Who can take that young man seriously? Wait for it normally?

There are few people who admire Confucius in later generations, but there are many people who criticize and hate him. As if the sins for thousands of years were caused by this dead old man. And then those people didn't realize that the depths of their anger and disdain were not caused by the loneliness of Confucius' influence?

Moreover, nowadays, Confucius is just a lost man in the field. It's no longer a threat to him. He wanted to maintain the revival of Zhou Li, but he didn't realize that he taught private studies and stimulated the rise of scholars, and these scholars had active ideas. Those who have the will to be the first are precisely the ones who buried Zhou Li!

Perhaps Confucius didn't understand from the beginning that his mission was not to restrain himself and restore rituals, but to end this era in a special way!

The era of Duke Zhou and Boqin has been buried by history, the era of ritual and music has been completely destroyed by the nobles themselves, and the era of Confucius has not yet begun, when Zhao Wuxi stepped on it and stopped abruptly.

Confucius is a goblet belonging to the old era, and has no place in Zhao Wuxi's new layout!

The Lu Kingdom in the future will be the era of the shogunate, the era of the Zhao clan, and the era of scholars!

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Zhao Wuxi sent away the past of Lu State with his own eyes, but he still had to create the future of this old state. He no longer thought about it, waved his hand, and asked Mucha to carry an umbrella to send him down the tower. He wasted most of the day here today, and he still has important things to do.

"If Zi Gong and the others never return, what will the general do?" Yan Yan caught up and asked again.

Zhao Wuxi glanced at him, and said lightly, "I'd rather be a victim than someone else!"

There was already a small team of cavalrymen waiting in the rain in the eastern suburbs. If the few people that Zhao Wuxi wanted to get away did not return, they would not hesitate to surround Kongmen and his party. *When they come back, those who resist will be killed!

Using thunderbolt means to show the bodhisattva's heart, this is Zhao Wuxi's principle of doing things all the time!

Yan Yan shuddered and did not dare to ask any more questions. The power of this General Zhao was beyond the reach of even the Prince of Wu. What he didn't know was that if it wasn't for Zhao Wuxi's influence, he would have been worshipped under the Confucian sect by now, and he was also one of the disciples who traveled far after the failure of the Three Falls.

Zhao Wuxi no longer frightened Yan Yan, whose fate and thoughts were very different from those in history, and no longer watched Zigong who could not afford to get off the bus outside the city gate and head towards the east. His eyes swept over the city tower, and plunged into the overlapping streets and alleys in the distant spring rain.

"Ziyou, the forger of the Wu Kingdom, is there?"

"arrive!"

Yan Yan has been in charge of this matter for the past few months~www.wuxiahere.com~ is responsible for training small officials who can speak Wu language, and acts as a translator for the swordsmith.

Although he is from Wu country and has long been accustomed to the customs of Wu and Yue, he did not expect that the swordsmith that Zhao Wuxi entrusted Xing Ao to secretly found in Wu was actually a woman with carved faces!

"It's good to arrive. She really has some skills. In the past few months, Taoqiu's mining, iron smelting and other craftsmanship have advanced by leaps and bounds. I want to meet her in person and praise her."

Zhao Wuxi and the swordsmith only stayed in Shangqiu for a short while, and then let her go to Taoqiu. She didn't speak the Chinese language at that time, and she was full of Wu Yue's colloquial language. When introducing herself, Zhao Wuxi could only hear faint syllables.

She said her name was "moye"...

(To be continued.)

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