Master Kong Zhongni

Chapter 12 Return!Xianzai!
While Confucius was teaching Zaiyu, there was a rustling sound in his ear.

He looked down and saw that Zai Yu was holding a bamboo slip and writing down something.

Confucius asked, "Ayu, what are you doing?"

Jae Yu smiled honestly: "My memory is not very good, and my comprehension ability is also very poor. So I plan to record what you said, Master, and read it aloud several times before the morning class every day to deepen my memory."

Confucius listened to Jae Yu's words, and the more he looked at the child, the more he liked him.

"Yu! You are right! After three days, you should look at me with admiration. Your behavior today really makes me look at it with admiration."

Zaiyu said with shame: "Everywhere, this is what you taught."

Master!Your old man has been sold by me, so you don't need to count the money for me anymore.

Zaiyu's heart was full of fear.

The more the master praises me now, the angrier he will be when he knows the truth.

You must not let the old man know about digging a hole for your master, or else you have to hang me up and beat me?
After Zaiyu finished recording his master's remarks, he stepped aside.

Afterwards, several students put forward their opinions on Zhouli and benevolence, and Confucius took the trouble to answer them one by one.

By the time the questions were answered, the sun was about to set.

Confucius looked up at the red clouds in the sky, got up and said, "It's getting late, let's stop here today. After you go back, you must remember to think about what you learned today. If you have a chance, you can also Practice a few times with your own hands. The so-called learning and learning from time to time, isn’t it just talking about it?”

The disciples leaned over to bid farewell to the teacher, and said in unison: "Isn't it just a matter of learning and practicing?"

After Confucius returned the salute with a smile, he walked out of the courtyard.

Zaiyu got up and moved around a bit, then bent down to pack his school utensils.

Suddenly, someone pushed his hip, Jae Yu couldn't stand firmly, and his chin almost hit the floor.

He turned his head to look at the culprit, and immediately flew into a rage: "Zigong! You villain, don't you talk about martial arts and engage in sneak attacks?"

I saw Zi Gong sitting on the spot without moving, his knees pressed down, as if they were embedded in the floor.

His face was pale and his breathing was difficult: "Stop talking nonsense, is it because of you? I can't stand up anymore, please help me."

Only then did Zaiyu remember that Zigong also knelt for a whole day, and he suffered a lot.

"The master often teaches us: a gentleman has six arts, rites, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics. To become a gentleman, one must not only be familiar with Zhou rituals, but also know music, be able to archery, drive a car, read a lot of books, and be proficient in arithmetic. .

Didn't you brag to me a few days ago, saying that your driving and archery skills have improved a lot recently?A small upright sitting made you like this. It seems that your physique is not good enough. "

Usually, Zigong would have to sneer at Zaiyu when he encountered such a situation.

But today he is really not in the mood to play tricks, because his leg is really hurting.

Seeing that Zigong didn't answer back, Zaiyu made himself feel bored, so he could only obediently help Zigong to get up.

Unexpectedly, just as Zigong got up, a tingling sensation spread to his whole body along his hamstrings. As soon as Zigong's calf felt weak, he swayed for two steps, then lost his balance, and fell straight to the audience .

Seeing this, Zaiyu wanted to reach out to grab his sleeve, but it was in vain.

He looked at Zi Gong, who fell to the ground, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered a certain case in later generations.

He yelled almost like a conditioned reflex: "Hey! Blackmail people, do you want to blackmail people? Everyone has seen it. You told me to help me."

Zi Gong clutched his sore waist and slowly got up from the ground, angrily accusing: "Which blind person would blackmail you? Your rats are so poor that they have to move, I will blackmail no one and won't blackmail you!" It really measures the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

Zaiyu also knew that he had overreacted, so he hurriedly stepped off the stage to help Zigong up.

Yan Hui, who was preparing to go home, also came to help Zigong get up.

Zigong was moved and thanked Yan Hui: "Ziyuan, I really trouble you."

Yan Hui smiled and said, "Master often teaches us: Gentlemen should love each other. When I help you, I also help myself to become a gentleman! Why do you need to thank me?"

Zaiyu and Zigong nodded again and again, and said in unison: "As expected of the student Master admires the most, the realm is high! On the other hand, some people..."

The two stared at each other, neither paying attention to the other.

Seeing this, Yan Hui could only come up to smooth things over: "You two seniors, why bother? We're all classmates, so we don't see each other when we look up, so there's no need to get upset over these trivial matters, right?"

Zaiyu and Zigong finally shook hands and made peace under Yan Hui's mediation after arguing with each other for a long time.

Since Zi Gong's legs were numb and unable to walk, Zai Yu and Yan Hui naturally took on the task of sending him home.

They helped Zi Gong out of the school and onto the street.

But after walking for a while, Yan Hui suddenly turned pale and gasped heavily, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his lips and teeth trembled.

Suddenly, he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

Yan Hui put his hands on the ground, bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from his cheeks, soaking the dirt on the road.

Jae Yu was taken aback by him, and hurriedly leaned over and asked, "Ziyuan, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Zigong also leaned over thinking about his feet: "I know a famous doctor, do you want to ask him to come and see for you?"

Yan Hui shook his head and forced a smile at them.

"It's okay, I'm not sick."

Zigong stretched out his finger to wipe the sweat from Yan Hui's forehead, and said angrily, "Are you still not sick? If I hadn't seen you lying on the street with my own eyes, I would have thought you had just been washed in the river. Come back from the shower!"

Zaiyu also persuaded: "Ziyuan, this is your fault. Sickness is sickness, there is no need to insist on it. Didn't the master just say it today? A true gentleman should save his life to benefit the people. With your character He Caixue, if you die because of illness, then your crime will be serious!"

"I'm really not sick. I... I just..."

"Just what? Don't talk halfway."

"A gentleman does things calmly. If you hide your words, can you be called a gentleman?"

Under the pressure of the two senior brothers, Yan Hui had no choice but to retreat, he struggled for a while, and finally could only reveal the truth.

"I, I haven't eaten for three days."

"Oh~~~" Zaiyu and Zigong said in unison.

Not eating for three days, this really seemed like something Yan Hui could do.

Yan Hui was obsessed with learning, and apart from studying, he didn't care about material life at all.

The master once praised Yan Hui's attitude towards studying: Hui Ye!Xianzai!With a basket of food and a ladle of drink, in the alleys, people can't bear their worries, and they don't change their joys when they return.

It means that Yan Hui only eats a bamboo basket of rice, drinks a ladle of cold water, and lives in a poor house in a slum area. Most people can't bear this kind of poverty, but Yan Hui can live in poverty and live in peace.

This sentence also highlights Yan Hui's poverty in life from the side.

And the disciples of Confucianism basically knew that Yan Hui's life was difficult, so there were always people who wanted to help Yan Hui.

But they were all rejected by Yan Hui on the grounds that he would not eat the food that came from him. Even if he was starving, he would never accept other people's charity.

　Readers are returning home one after another, where to update tonight?

　　——Excerpt from "Zaiyu's Diary"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)