Chapter 0017gong li

accompanied by Lao Yan Shoucai there, he also noticed a possible inappropriateness, but when he saw that Zhuo Fan had nothing strange, he was relieved and secretly congratulated that he had used his money in a timely manner.

The wine and meat are rich, but Zhuo Bofan and others only drank two cups, and all the sergeants are like this. Zhuo Bofan has already put down his words and is not allowed to drink more. Zhuo Fan and others knew that as soon as the brigade arrived, they were afraid it would be a difficult march. They didn't forget that they must catch up with the tars and save Bai Bing. The heroic white female general with white armor and her standing under the Tatar machete not only lingered in Zhuo's extraordinary heart, but also made everyone care about her.

Destroy the salams and save our white ice female general.

The inside is tight and the outside is loose, and everyone is buried in eating, and they don't pay attention to these squires and rich people. They are stunned and suffocated by those who have prepared a belly of flattery.

In half an hour, everyone ate a round stomach. Xing Tianhu gave an order, and the sergeants dispersed together and prepared their horses and armaments.

Yan Shoucai breathed a sigh of relief and ordered his servants to clean up the mess in the courtyard, but was stopped by Zhuo Fanfan.

"Don't take it. There are still people who haven't eaten. Prepare more wine and dishes."

It's strange to be strict with Cai. Isn't it all here? He did it very well. Even the sentry outside the village ordered him to send a copy. There is no one there.

"General, are they some brothers outside the village? Don't worry, I have ordered to send it there. They have all eaten it.

Zhuobufan didn't answer. Looking at Zhou Tong, who was burping, Zhou Tong understood and said angrily, "If the general says you don't need to take it, you don't have to take it. There's no such nonsense. Just do it."

The old rich man was so scared that he quickly ordered him to do so. He was full of fear to find out how many people there were, but he no longer dared to speak.

The leaders eat slowly at this table. Li Weisheng sat on Zhuo Fan's right hand and actually ate vividly and burped, which was not inferior to Zhou Tong. This surprised Zhuo Fan. The literati in the world he knew would never eat and drink so regardless of their faces. Even if his stomach was cooing, he had to be polite and courteous. Third, and then have a decent meal, which is the Confucian etiquette of Confucius and Mencius, which is the dogmatic principle of their class that literati generally follow. The more he looked at Li Weisheng, the more curious he became. It is very unusual for a talented and insightful person to hide here as a hawker. You know, this society emphasizes literature over martial arts, and those who really have talent and knowledge are all intoxicated with their official careers, and it is easy to live a comfortable life, far more than the pawn merchants. If you have questions and curiosity, you want to find out what's going on. This is what Zhuo Bofan wants to figure out now.

As if he had seen through Zhuo's thoughts, Li Weisheng wiped his mouth with the cuffs of Hufu, pretending to see Zhuo's extraordinary and pretending to be surprised. However, he pretended that Zhuo extraordinary did not want him to pretend anymore.

"Mr. Li has a good appetite."

"Where, hey, take it if it's good. This is the rule of our small vendors. If you don't eat such a good meal for nothing, it will make General Zhuo laugh."

"If it is advantageous, take it?" Zhuo Fan smiled secretly and asked you to pretend again, "Well, well, but it may not be seen. If everyone is advantageous, take it. On the contrary, if they are powerless, they will avoid it. There is no humility and etiquette. As far as I know, this does not seem to be in line with the way of Confucius and Mencius."

As soon as Zhuofan's words were spoken, Li Weisheng realized that he had worn out again. There was nothing he could do. It was like a dragon stranded in the shallows, and his hands and feet would show his strength, and he could not be disguised as a loach. Now Li Weisheng also knows that he can't hide it, but he is still not ready to spit it out. However, when he heard Zhuo Fan say the way of Confucius and Mencius, he could no longer bear it

The way of Confucius and Mencius? Cut....."

Zhuo Fan's eyes lit up, and Li Weisheng's contempt for Kong and Meng's way made him more curious.

"Huh? Isn't Mr. Li a disciple of saints?

"Don't compare me with those fake Taoism." At this point, Li Weisheng seemed to have been ignited and could no longer be indifferent. He grabbed the wine pot, gasped, and continued to say, "Everyone takes Confucius and Mencius as holy, but it's not necessarily."

"But I heard that it was auspicious."

"What's 'rightness does not seek its interests, and knows its merits', deceives itself and others. What people do has its own purpose of profit and merit. Avoiding not talking about its benefits is just covering their ears and stealing bells; talking about it all day long and talking about the people's pain, saying that 'financial management is turbid'. If you can't enrich the country and strong soldiers can make a stable livelihood, there be no It's ridiculous to put the cart before the horse's end; what they say is 'preserving heavenly principles to destroy people's desires', isn't it a desire to eat and dress? If you are really a saint, you should destroy yourself first." At this point, Li Weisheng breathed again and looked at Zhuo Bufan, who was a little surprised in front of him and said, "You are a general, I'll talk about literature and martial arts, Confucianism. Fake Taoism says that the road of literature and martial arts is even more sinister. What kind of Confucianism is not martial arts? Not to mention the distance, let's talk about General Yuan, not just entering the military with literature, and refusing to move the enemy outside the customs. The higher the position of the warrior, the heavier the article. 'The general of the soldier, the command of the people, the lord of the country's safety'. This is the real warrior, the general! Oh, it's a pity that a generation of literary and military generals destroyed these fake Taoism and the mediocre... Mediocre..."

Suddenly, Li Weisheng, who made a generous statement, couldn't speak any more, and there was no sound around him. These squire rich men also studied for a few days. They all learned the ethics of Confucius and Mencius. Although they may not use it, they have never seen such a fierce man who pointed at the old saint Kong and scolded at his nose. Moreover, this man seems to be the last mention of...

Everyone stared and waited for the following, waiting for the shocking ending. Zhuo Fan was about to lie down with a smile, Xiaoyang, and continued to say that you have the guts to pop up those two words.

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Li Weisheng's forehead. Wine is really not a thing. He seems to have said it. Not to mention the consequences of saying those two words, even the unjustly dead General Yuan can't mention it in public. Looking at everyone staring at himself, even Zhou Tong looked at him stupidly with a chicken leg in his heart. For a moment, he didn't know how to end.

Zhuobufan, who was waiting to watch the play, never thought that Li Weisheng would open the lid of the pot, poured down all the wine in one breath, then swayed a few times, and simply lay on the table unconscious.

Zhuo Fan, who couldn't laugh or cry, raised Li Weisheng several times in his heart. He felt that what he said was quite reasonable, but he felt that it was not necessarily true that it was useless to praise Confucius and Mencius. However, my intuition is that this person's thoughts are a little close to that of me, a person from modern society, which inevitably gives me a sense of intimacy. On the contrary, if my own estimation is good, this is a society hundreds of years ago. The courage to have this insight and dare to be relative to the secular world shows that Li Weisheng is quite extraordinary and cannot be measured by the level of ordinary literati and scholars.

Zhuo Fan looked around and suddenly said, "This man can't drink well."

Everyone looked at it stupidly and didn't understand what extraordinary meant.

"And I drank too much and couldn't understand what I said."

Some people began to understand, but a stunned young man really thought that Zhuofan was uneducated and quickly stood up and said, "General, he is rebellious and abusing the emperor in state affairs. His sins are unforgivable."

Zhuo Fufan was stunned and suddenly said seriously, "Are you serious?"

"It's true, general, everyone hears it, and we can testify." The man said proudly, you know, such a felony officer is a heavy reward, just like dropping a lot of silver from the sky into his arms.

"Is the real sin unpardonable?"

"Exact."

"How serious is it?"

"It's not too much to behead the nine clans." The more the man said, the more energetic he became.

"Well said, Dahua's law, gathering people to discuss the suspected rebels in state affairs are all guilty of the same crime. Zhou Tong, dragged out and cut them down." Zhuo Fan sneered at the corners of his mouth and ordered.

The man was even more proud. He cut off Li Weisheng, who didn't know the depth of heaven and earth, and his credit was solid. Although the great achievement must have been taken by the general, he can always get a piece of the pie. However, when Zhou Tong picked up his collar and dragged it out, he finally realized that something was wrong and cried in vain.

The crows are silent, only the sweet snoring of Li Weisheng on the table. Everyone looked at each other and sweated coldly. Zhuo Fan said clearly and did it. If he commits the same sin, not everyone will end up like this guy. Of course, except for the general who holds life and death.

"Have you heard it too?" Zhuo Fan said with a sneer.

"No, absolutely not." Now that I don't know how to speak, it's really lacking.

"This man is very drunk and doesn't speak clearly at all."

"Yes, yes, oh, don't drink violently if you don't drink well, it's really..."

For a while, everyone shouted and expressed their position. A short scream not far away almost scared several timid guys down and really cut it. Just now, it was still alive, and it was gone.

Zhuo Fan has experienced this battle of real soldiers in Haishanguan, and has undergone a change that he is not aware of, that is, a new understanding of the value of life. Life is no longer as important as when the dboy Antu enjoyed himself. Later, under the influence of Li Weisheng, it developed more, which directly led to the terrible Kyoto bloody case. However, this is also a later story.

When people were killed, they were full of food and drinking, but at this time, a faint rumble of horses came. Except for Zhuo and others, everyone else here changed their color. This was obviously the sound of the army rushing forward, and it was all cavalry. Although there were not many, it was definitely a lot, because the sound was louder than the previous arrival of the Tatars. Much brighter.

"Don't be afraid, your own people, by the way, Lao Yan, let's eat. The dinner is coming."

Yan Shoucai blinked a few small eyes hidden in his eyes and asked with difficulty: "Eat... Eating? Yes, how many?"

"Not much, not much, less than 4,000 people, plus dozens of tables, very fast."

"Gu Dong~", I saw that the poor old Yan Shoucai had fallen to the ground and foamed.