Saint of the Confucian way

Outside Ning'an City, a caravan of cattle is on its way. The sound of cattle hoofs and dust are no different from ordinary caravans.

In Ning'an County, the yamen gate was open, and two rows of Yamen servants stood at the door. These yamen servants kept silent, lowered their heads and black faces, turned a blind eye and listened.

The black paint on the two lions is particularly eye-catching.

"The plan comes out in vain!"

"The plan comes out in vain!"

……

I don't know when, many scholars began to shout in unison.

After a while, no one came out of it, and someone began to crack spring thunder.

"The plan comes out in vain!"

"The plan comes out in vain!"

……

The sound of spring thunder echoed over Ning'an city.

As more and more scholars shout, inexplicable power resonates with the holy temple and with heaven and earth.

In a courtyard in the north of the city, a middle-aged man with wind and frost was dressed neatly, with a hunting bow on his back, facing his door.

Inside the threshold, a middle-aged woman held the hands of her two daughters.

A family of four, with white cloth wrapped around their waists, and two little girls even wore filial piety clothes.

The middle-aged Hunter looked kindly at his two daughters and said, "Dad went to hunt deer and came back to stew for you. I'm not at home. You should listen to your mother, do you hear me?"

"Yes!" the two lovely little girls agreed with a sweet smile.

"I'm... Gone." the middle-aged Hunter glanced at his wife. He didn't know what he was afraid of. He only dared to take a look, then turned his head suddenly and left with a big step.

"Mom... Why are you crying? You never cried when Dad went hunting." the eldest daughter looked up at her mother strangely.

"My mother didn't cry, but there was sand in her eyes." the woman quickly released her daughter's hand and wiped her tears with her sleeves, but she couldn't wipe them out no matter how hard she tried.

"Cheat!" said the little daughter timidly.

"I'll call dad back." the eldest daughter stepped out, but her mother grabbed her hand.

The two daughters looked at their mother in ignorance. They didn't know why her mother was crying. They looked at her and began to cry slowly.

"Sister-in-law Wang, my family is weak and doesn't ask for anything else. Go and have a look and talk to him when you have time!"

The two girls looked up in surprise and saw the father and son of the neighbor standing at the door talking to their mother. The son had just turned 18 and heard that he was a child student in the organic HKCEE this year.

Now, the father has a hoe in his hand and the son has a sickle in his hand.

Wang's sister-in-law was stunned for a moment and cried loudly with her face covered.

The father and son left without saying anything more.

The two little girls blinked and dried their tears. They felt that the father and son were very similar to their father.

Then, the two little girls saw that people were passing by in front of the door. Some people were carrying agricultural tools such as hoes, sickles and pickaxes, some were carrying kitchen knives and sticks, and others didn't take anything, but their clothes were bulging.

These people are wrapped with white cloth around their waists.

"Grandpa, Uncle..." the two little girls suddenly opened their mouth.

The passing old man and the middle-aged man stopped. Both of them were holding wooden sticks, one end of which was sharpened, and the old man still had a copper cigarette bag and a pot in his mouth.

The middle-aged man looked over and looked at his sister and two nieces with complex complexion.

The old man's eyes were indifferent, took two mouthfuls of dry tobacco, took out the cigarette bag and pot from his mouth, gently spit out white smoke, looked straight at the horizon ahead, his head did not turn, and there was no daughter and granddaughter in the door.

They were only a few steps apart.

The Wangs looked at the familiar faces of their relatives and couldn't help crying and shouting, "what's the use of these sticks! What's the use of kitchen knives! What's the use of hoes..." they cried before they finished.

The two girls seemed to hear someone crying in their neighbors' homes.

The old man patted his mouth, still looked ahead and said slowly, "there's always a time to run out of talent. Let's go!"

The old man said that, with a stick in his right hand and his left hand behind his waist, he walked forward slowly, just like walking with a bird cage.

The middle-aged man kept up.

The two little girls didn't understand. They just felt very sad. They were as sad as when they heard the death of Xiaofang county magistrate. Their tears couldn't stop flowing down.

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