Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 293: Li Zongru, the Remnant of the Times

Bao Guowei felt a little embarrassed that an old man in his sixties kept talking about him.

"I am your running dog!"

Even if the other party is not ashamed, Bao Guowei feels very ashamed!
Li Zongwu chuckled. The previous argument was just a conversation in which he wanted to get to know Bao Guowei better.

In fact, long before he came here, he had wanted to become Bao Guowei's disciple.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said in front of the Times newspaper office that he was willing to be Bao Guowei's running dog.

An article "Guns, Germs, and Steel" and an article "To Live" have long "conquered" the heart of this old gentleman who straddles tradition and modernity.

Even though there was such a huge age gap between them, he was willing to become Bao Guowei's disciple.

It’s nothing, I just saw hope in Bao Guowei.

"I have already accepted two disciples. If you come, you can only be my junior disciple. Cao Yanhai is a warrior, and Zhang Pingan is a child. Mr. Li Zongwu, do you still want to become my disciple?"

Bao Guowei only wanted to make the other party give up.

Worship me as your master? What the hell is going on!

I already had a bad reputation, and now people have something to say about me.

Bao Guowei was disrespectful to his teachers and actually allowed an old man who could be his grandfather to be his apprentice. This was simply going against the will of Heaven!
But Li Zongwu was very determined, like a stubborn donkey, with his chest crossed and his hair disheveled.

Just like a naughty old boy.

"Bow! Why not bow? As long as I can find the truth in the world, I, Li Zongwu, will be worth it even if I have to work like a slave!"

To be honest, Li Zongwu didn’t quite understand Bao Guowei’s argument just now, but he didn’t mind.

As long as I can become Bao Guowei's disciple, I can learn everything slowly in the future.

He said this himself.

"I, Li Zongwu, was originally a follower of Confucius. After reading the Book of Rites, Confucius said that if this generation practices it, the future generations will take it as a model, so I changed my name to Shikai and my courtesy name to Zongru, indicating my belief in Confucianism. But later, everything changed."

Li Zongwu was deeply moved.

"The Qing dynasty fell, and Confucianism also fell. China was bullied by barbarians. This time I began to doubt whether the so-called Confucianism is the true meaning of the world."

Obviously, the ideological changes in recent years have had a great impact on Li Zongwu.

"Later, I discussed current affairs with my friends, searched for classics and history, read the Twenty-Four Histories and even the Confucian classics, and after reading them all, I no longer had the same respect and admiration as before. Instead, I found many shortcomings, so I went to war with the saints."

"Is this the reason why you changed your name from Zongru to Zongwu?" Bao Guowei knew about Li Zongwu's various deeds.

The absurdity of middle age and the desolation of old age.

It can be said that he is a cultural remnant of this era. He has his limitations and is determined to find a solution to save the country from past classics.

But in the end, it turned into a flower in the water and the moon in the mirror.

"At the beginning, I studied psychology based on the laws of physics. I felt that the changes in people's hearts followed the path of mechanics everywhere. From the ancients, the present, foreigners, etc., I found that it seemed to be applicable everywhere."

Li Zongwu looked at Bao Guowei seriously.

"I originally thought that the Thick Black School could solve everything, but from what I've seen today, Bingwen, you've given me a completely different understanding. I think by following you, I might be able to get a more accurate answer."

Then he bowed respectfully, no longer as "crazy" as before.

"Please, Mr. Bingwen, don't give up on me. I am a foolish student of Confucius and Mencius. I will teach you and answer your questions!"

Bao Guowei was speechless.

He finally understood why this gentleman in history, who said he was thick-skinned and had a black heart, was actually honest and upright.

When holding an official position, he never fought for it, and always took the lower-ranking position, leaving the better ones to others.

When dealing with people, I am never willing to take advantage of others.

In fact, Li Zongwu was a contradictory person.

He studied the teachings of Confucius and Mencius since he was young, practiced writing eight-legged essays, and passed the examinations to become a scholar and a juren. The concepts of benevolence, righteousness, morality, propriety, justice, integrity and shame were deeply engraved in his mind.

But with the changes of the times, everything he believed in before collapsed.

Like a lost lamb, like many predecessors, he pursued the right path.

At the beginning, he wanted to join the wave of the times and change the world.

But he gave up halfway, and then he wanted to join the academic world, but the times did not give him this opportunity. Li Zongwu, who had a strong sense of independence, invented the Thick Black School.

In a sense, it is the salvation of the soul.

It is also closely related to the "deformed" era of the Republic of China.

Some people take the right path and become the greatest people of this era.

Some people took the wrong path and became the remnants of the era. However, unlike Chiang Kai-shek and his ilk, they still had a sense of responsibility towards the country and the nation in their hearts.

It's just that I'm not capable of doing it.

After letting out a sigh, Bao Guowei didn't intend to refuse anymore, but he didn't agree either. He said with a smile.

"Don't worry, sir, maybe you can follow Guo Wei for a while. After a month, if you are willing to become my disciple again, I will definitely open my door to welcome you!"

"Hahahahaha!"

A hint of satisfaction suddenly appeared on Li Zongwu's originally worried face, as if he had found his way after being lost. He excitedly held Bao Guowei's hand and said.

"A word is settled!"

"Mr. Li Zongwu, can you drive?"

"will not."

"Mr. Li Zongwu, can you cook?"

"will not."

"What about boxing skills? Do you know a little bit?"

"To be honest, in my early years, I learned some Kung Fu from monks in Mount Futai, and later I learned from Tongshan Society, Liu Clan, Guanlong School and other schools. It was complicated, but I didn't make any achievements. Then I created a set of boxing on my own, named 'Wuji Boxing', which is vague and mysterious."

Cao Yanhai was a little impatient and asked back: "Just tell me whether you can fight or not."

"No." Li Zongwu was honest.

Cao Yanhai's face twitched and he suppressed the anger in his heart. After all, it was Bao Guowei who agreed, so he still asked.

"What about chores? Cleaning the yard, mopping the floor, tidying up. You should be able to do some of that, right?"

"In recent years, I have aged and have left all the chores to servants."

Seeing that the other party looked unhappy, Li Zongwu smiled and comforted him.

"That's fine. I'm not as skilled as you, but I can fight. Just give me your orders and I'll follow you."

Cao Yanhai was speechless. Did his master accept an old guy?
In his eyes, since an apprentice has become his disciple, he must demonstrate his own value.

Otherwise, how could it be a waste to learn skills?

But this old man seemed to be here to eat and drink for free.

Cao Yanhai even suspected that this was a charlatan.

"Brother, don't be angry. I am also good at scolding people, and it is still very useful." Li Zongwu showed a simple smile.

But Cao Yanhai still complained to Bao Guowei.

After hearing this, Bao Guowei laughed and told Cao Yanhai Li Zongwu's identity.

"He's a master? With that crazy look of his? And he's held a position in the education department? Master, you might have met some charlatan."

Bao Guowei was too lazy to explain to Cao Yanhai, so he tapped the other's head and said.

"Drive there. Baldy has given me an ultimatum. We have to deal with the matter in Shanghai as soon as possible, or I, your master, will go to jail."

Cao Yanhai curled his lips, feeling that he had fallen out of favor, and was extremely dissatisfied with Li Zongwu.

He patted his chest to show his loyalty to Bao Guowei.

"Master, don't worry. If that bald guy dares to touch a hair of yours, I will twist his head off and kick it like a ball."

"Screw you!"

Bao Guowei kicked him and urged him to drive.

But my mind started to wander.

If the bald man was really killed, would it be good or bad for the course of history?
(End of this chapter)