In a remote farmland in Chang'an Township, a vicissitudes of life old man stooped, moved slowly, and waved iron tools in his hand.
He was the only one in the field, and it looked very desolate, but he still wielded the iron tool alone, tending every crop and removing every weed in the field.
His brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes furrowed. No one knew what he was thinking, but he never wanted to stop.
Sweat soaked the back of his clothes, but he didn't know it, only his old body was getting older.
At this moment, two heads poked out not far away, with hairpins passing through their hair, looking a little sneaky.
"The older you are, we are here to see you." Dr. Geng saw the figure and called softly, but the old man didn't seem to hear him. He was still waving the iron tool, and his dying body seemed to be melted by the air.
If you look carefully, you can also see his mouth mumbling, as if he is saying something, but unfortunately the voice is too low and no one can hear it.
"The older you get, the older you get..." Dr. White also called out, his voice a little louder, but the old man did not look back.
The two of them were so anxious that they stopped trying to hide it and hurriedly walked over the bumpy and muddy fields to the old man.
"Geng, meet Yue Lao."
"Huai, meet Yue Lao."
The two of them held their hands together with respectful expressions.
Chunyu Yue can be said to be the Confucian scholar Taishan Beidou in the late Qin Dynasty. His status among Confucian scholars was so high that few could compare with him. Although Geng and Huai were both Ph.D.s, they were also called "Yue Lao".
Chunyu Yue finally raised his head, looked at the two of them weakly, and asked, "Are you disturbing me?"
There were not too many humble words, only a light complaint.
"I'm being reckless, but I have to disturb you, Yue Lao." Dr. Geng bowed his head.
"Tell me! What's the matter?" The old man's tone was still very calm, and he did not stop the movements in his hands.
Dr. Geng was not angry either. He came closer and said politely: "Recently, a steam ball appeared in the court. This thing can boil water. When it boils, it emits steam to push the ball above to rotate. Your Majesty wants to We understand the beauty of it."
Dr. Huai quickly took over what Dr. Geng said and said, "It's too profound. I'm afraid we won't be able to understand it, so we have to ask Yue Lao to come out and thwart the arrogance of the Mohists."
"Mo Family?" Chunyu Yue finally stopped what he was doing and pondered.
"Exactly..." Dr. White then told what happened in the court, emphasizing Li Zhao's words: "Li Zhao's children said that you can't understand the magic of spinning balls by sitting still, and only doing things is the right way. .”
"We respect the principles of Confucius and strive to uphold the integrity of our Confucianism."
Chunyu Yue turned his head and looked at the two of them deeply. He did not directly address his topic, but asked: "Since you know that meditation can lead to enlightenment, why do you come to me?"
"This..." The two of them were speechless.
Chunyu Yue shook his head, his tone a little lonely, "You must be timid! Or you have no confidence at all."
"No, we are not very talented and have little knowledge. It is better to be eleven years older than you are. In the world, I am afraid that only the older people can understand this wonderful thing. Please ask the older people to come forward."
The two of them held their hands together and lowered their heads, with a strong sense of pleading.
The old man still shook his head, but turned away, and began to wave the iron tool in his hand again. His body was still stooped, and the signs of his old age were fully displayed. For a long time, he still did not pick up the topic of the two of them, but said: "You guys understand. Planting rice, hoeing, and cutting rice?"
The two of them were stunned for a moment when they heard this. There was something wrong with Yue Lao's words.
Confucian scholars should only focus on learning, writing papers and the court. Why would they get involved in vulgar and low-level things in the fields? That is the shame of Confucian scholars.
But facing Confucianism and Taoism, Taishan Beidou, they did not dare to say this and could only shake their heads.
"When you plant rice, you need to divide it. When you hoe, you need to be careful and diligent. When you harvest the rice, you will have your own happiness."
The old man seemed to be talking to himself and admonishing them.
The two of them looked at each other in confusion.
"I can't help you, no.
To practice Confucianism and Taoism should not be insulted by others. Please go and invite the wise Confucian elders! "
The clever Confucian old man is a hidden scholar. He heard that Confucianism is rare in the world, and his knowledge has reached its peak. However, this person is not well-known.
However, there are still good friends in the world, and Chun Yuyue is one of them.
The old man said this, and the two of them were helpless. They felt that the Taishan Beidou they respected had changed and became extremely strange. They asked Lingdong where the old man lived in seclusion, so they had no choice but to retreat and go away on their own.
Small bridges, flowing water, people's houses, ancient roads with westerly wind and thin horses.
This poem is well said and can very well describe the scenery here. Amidst the sound of gurgling water, facing the ancient road and the sound of horse hooves, the two stopped in front of a thatched cottage. This is what Chun Yuyue said about the clever old Confucian. A place of seclusion.
Judging from the desolation of the ancient road, it can be seen that few people have set foot on it.
But he saw the schoolboy carrying water, glanced at the two of them, and walked into the back room. After a while, an old voice came from the back room, "Who is coming outside the door?"
The two of them did not dare to be disrespectful and quickly dismounted to show their respect. They lowered their status and responded: "The last scholar of Confucianism is Geng Hehuai, the imperial doctor. He came here to pay homage to the old Confucian."
So, the two of them explained their intention.
After a dozen breaths, there was silence in the hut, but the sound of thin pacing could be heard.
The next moment, a thin murmur came out: "The ball is spinning, moved by the steam, sit quietly, do something?"
"Absurd, the ball moves, it is a natural principle, you should understand it, it is just a vulgar person to do it."
Creaking, the door opened, and an equally old old man walked out, but this old man was much more energetic than Chunyu Yue.
"Does that old man Chunyu Yue feel anything?"
The two have different interests, one is passionate about fame, and the other returns to his hometown. However, the two are close friends and cherish each other.
Dr. White became even more respectful when he saw such a person with such a fairy-like demeanor, and quickly said: "Yue Lao didn't tell you the secret of the steam ball, but he said something incomprehensible."
"Oh! What's the matter? Come on."
The old man became interested.
"When you plant rice, you need to divide it. When you hoe, you need to be careful and diligent. When you harvest the rice, you will have your own happiness."
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