Saint of the Confucian way

"Really! He's not a scholar for a long time. He became a saint in a place called holy ruins. I'm stupid to hear that. Saint in front of a person, you can say you're a disciple of Confucius!"

"You're not lying to me, are you?" old man Zhang rushed out with an arrow to rob Xiao Shao's Wen Bao.

Xiao Shao hesitated for a moment and handed Wen Bao to old man Zhang.

Old man Zhang opened the newspaper and was immediately surprised by the headline on the front page.

"A hundred blood bounty, Fang Yun goes straight to the list of great scholars to hunt and kill!" "Fang Yun raises people before becoming a saint!" "Fang Yun Wen celebrates the country!"

Old man Zhang often bought Wen Bao, but he saw this on the front page for the first time.

Then, old man Zhang looked carefully at the process of Fang Yun's fighting over a state. The more he looked, the happier he became. Finally, he couldn't help grinning.

"Good! Good! Kind! Good! I saw Fang Yun before and said he was the dragon among people. I didn't expect to be caught!"

Xiao Shao threw his mouth and said, "Uncle Zhang, when master Fang came to Yuhai City, he was already a saint scholar and a dragon among people. You don't have to say."

"Hehe, that's right, that's right... Alas, you're not smart enough. Why don't you buy more copies of Wen Bao? I have to look at the fruit stall. I can't buy it if I want to. I can only buy it at night!" complained old man Zhang.

"I really want to buy more copies! But as soon as I bought one, I was pushed away by Sheng Sheng. The people behind me didn't give me a chance to buy a second one. You didn't see the people selling Wen Bao. They were all busy."

"That's true. More people buy Wen Bao than Shengdao. I've always read Wen Bao, but Shengdao doesn't read much. I occasionally look at the poems in it. But as long as there are master Fang's poems on it, I'll buy them."

"There must be master Fang's poems next month."

"Of course! A thousand miles of beautiful women, a word spread all over the world, must be on the holy way! Go ahead and I'll try to get someone to bring me a copy of the Wen Bao." said old man Zhang.

"Then I'll go." Xiao Shaoxing rushed away.

Old man Zhang looked at the fruit stand, frowned, then looked up at the direction of the holy temple, looked at the fruit stand again, looked back and forth several times, and finally felt that making money was important.

"It's not too late to buy it in the evening. It's not impossible to buy it." old man Zhang said and continued to look at the fruit stand.

However, as long as he meets an acquaintance who goes to the literary academy, he will ask others whether to buy Wen Bao. If so, take one for him. It was not until he asked the seventh person that old man Zhang got his wish and generously handed him two oranges.

Old man Zhang had no intention of selling things. He no longer yelled and accosted when he saw people approaching as before, but kept looking in the direction of the literary academy, hoping to see the process of Fang Yun's literary fight again.

After a quarter of an hour, old man Zhang gave a light sigh and saw hundreds of people walking in the direction of the Academy. Most of them were carrying some things, including vegetables, cloth, chickens, ducks, fruits, and the four treasures of study.

Those people are of different shapes and colors, including the elderly, children, women, scholars, brocade and coarse cloth clothes. It seems that people in a street go shopping together and come back together.

Old man Zhang wondered and muttered that these people didn't like going shopping together, but like going to relatives together. But it's strange for hundreds of people to go to relatives together.

Seeing those people coming together, old man Zhang was still a little vigilant, but soon relaxed, because most of them were happy, but some people had red eyes, as if they had just cried, not to make trouble.

When those people came to the fruit stand, old man Zhang opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again and again. After repeated several times, a heart trying to make money finally prevailed and whispered, "sell fruit! Big and sweet pears, big and sweet apples, big and sweet... Shout wrong."

Zhang Lao found several people looking at themselves, a red face, and then cheeky: "sell fruit! Fresh and delicious fruit, go to friends and relatives!"

Several of them came up without anything.

"A kilo of oranges."

"Two catties of pears!"

Old man Zhang was happy and thought he would meet a fool. These people didn't dress well. They didn't even ask about the price. They directly said the weight. It was obviously a fat sheep. His favorite on weekdays was this kind of person who couldn't buy things.

"Please line up and wait a minute, one by one. There are many things. Weigh them slowly and the weight is enough!" old man Zhang immediately began to weigh oranges for the first customer. The scale pole is high. Old man Zhang has his own persistence. Although he sells fruits as gifts at a high price, the weight is full. Only people say he is expensive. No one says he is short of weight.

Weighing a kilo of oranges, old man Zhang put the oranges into a gorgeous paper bag, handed them to the man and said, "thanks for your patronage, ten Wen."

The man was stunned, but he didn't say anything. He silently took out some copper money from his pocket, counted out ten Wen and handed it out.

Old man Zhang frowned slightly at the copper coin. It was seriously damaged. The man's hands were also dirty and there were many scars on it, but he didn't say anything. He smiled and said thank you, and then continued to weigh the pear for the second person.

The second person received the same money, twice the market price.

Then, old man Zhang weighed two kilograms of apples, packed them and handed them to the third customer. He said casually, "take them, Chenghui twelve Wen. Where are you going?"

The middle-aged man in coarse cloth smiled and said: "I was very happy to hear that Fang Zhen's country is a state where literature fights and literature oppresses Qingguo. He finally helped Jingguo fight. It was so happy! I thought I should do something at that time. I just heard some scholars say that they know where Fang Zhen lives in the country and are ready to give a thank-you gift. I came with them. I'm poor at home and don't know what to buy on the road. Now I'm almost there, No I'll buy it from you if I can go to see Fang Zhenguo empty handed. Here's twelve Wen. "

Old man Zhang was stunned. His hand hung in the air and watched the twelve Wen money fall on his hand. Somehow, he felt that the twelve Wen money was heavier than a mountain, so he couldn't breathe.

Old man Zhang looked at the middle-aged man again. There were several puddings on his clothes and worn cloth shoes, which were stained with some mud ash. The man's skin was very rough. The wrinkles on his forehead and the prematurely aged white hair on his temples showed that he was a middle-aged man with a heavy burden of life.

Old man Zhang was so sad that he wanted to slap himself in the face. He thought that at least the rich people who came here to buy his fruit as gifts had never been bought by the poor, but these people came to buy things without asking the price. Obviously, it was unusual that they only wanted to make money and ignored it.

"Thank you." the middle-aged man turned and left.

"Wait!" old man Zhang left three Wen in his hand and forced nine Wen into the middle-aged man, "There's a rule in my stall. I'll send fruit to master Fang Yun's house at the same cost! I don't earn a penny! I didn't know you bought it for master Fang before. I'm sorry! Don't refuse. It's a rule. I can't break the rules in business! Those who buy oranges, pears, you two, etc."

Old man Zhang grabbed a handful of dirty copper money and ran to the two people. He just stuffed the extra money into the two people, which was equivalent to charging only the cost price.

When the money was sent out, old man Zhang ran back briskly, laughing all the way, as if he had pushed the mountain away.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, just stretched out his thumb and looked with sincere thanks and respect.

Old man Zhang felt more and more comfortable. He simply shouted at the top of his voice, "sell fruit! Anyone who gives gifts to master Fang Yun will be sold at the cost price! He won't earn a penny! Whoever makes such unconscionable money will be hit by heaven and thunder!"

"Good job, old man!" a boy shouted.

"Look, this is our king people. Their spine is straight and their bones are hard!" said a big man.

"There are still many good people in the world!"

"I'll have two kilograms of oranges, too."

Old man Zhang straightened himself up involuntarily and looked younger and younger.

These hundreds of people are just the beginning. One after another, people come with things or empty hands. Many people come all the way. Some people don't know how far they have gone and how many people have asked.

Many people come to buy things here. Old man Zhang sells very happily. This is the first day in his life when he sells very happily without making money.

The fruit on the stall decreased at a very fast speed, and soon there were more than ten apples left, but there were a lot of people in line.

"There are not many things. One person can buy up to four. No, four are unlucky, up to three." old man Zhang said as he called the apple.

Seeing that there were still five apples left, old man Zhang was about to weigh them together. Suddenly, he was stunned, put down the scale, smiled apologetically at the last young man and said, "sorry, this apple is not sold."

"Ah? What's the matter? I give money, I give twice the money!" the young man was anxious.

Old man Zhang smiled, grabbed the paper bag in his hand and said, "I haven't given Mr. Fang a gift yet. This is my share."

The young man looked relaxed, nodded and began to look around for a place to sell things.

Old man Zhang wrapped up five apples, packed up his wheelbarrow and pushed it in the direction of Fang Yun's house.

When he got close, old man Zhang saw that Fang Daniu and the porter at the door kept punching and apologizing to the people, and spoke in a low voice.

"Sorry, everyone, our master has just returned from Kong City. He is sleeping and can't see guests. Sorry, I'm really sorry!"

"Sir, he is too tired. We can't bear to call him. I'm sorry, everyone!"

An old man also pressed his voice and said, "you're welcome. We don't have to see him. When people come and gifts come, we just let him know. No matter what treacherous officials in the imperial court do to him, we Jingguo people are one heart with Fang Yun!"

An old woman carrying a small bag said, "I think so, too. This is my steamed bread. I don't ask him to eat. I just want to send it to him. Let him see. We people in Yuhai city are thinking of him!"

"When Qingguo led the river demon to harm people, my father was killed. This is a basket I made up myself. Give it to Fang Zhenguo. Thank him for avenging me! I won't disturb him." the young man in his early twenties put down the basket made of thorns and turned away.

Old man Zhang sighed gently, showing a comfortable smile, then lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes.