The rise of the poor

Chapter 188 People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of bumping into them
It was still early, and out of curiosity, Zhu Ping'an leaned against the stone, took out two newly acquired books, and flipped through them casually.

"Zhaijiao Qingci Jing" can be said to be an encyclopedia of Qingci. It is thick and thick. After flipping through it for a while, although it is cloudy, I have a general understanding of Qingci.I really don't know that Emperor Jiajing wrote these cloudy things every day for a woolen meaning. Zhu Pingan pouted and put "Zhaijiao Qing Ci Jing" in his schoolbag, and took out another book "Zhuan Xilu".

Biography and Xilu are very obscure, and it must be difficult for ordinary people to understand, but Zhu Pingan has an advantage that many people in this era do not have, that is, thousands of years of historical accumulation.Tens of millions of people have helped Wang Yangming to study his ideas for hundreds of years. Based on the foundation of predecessors, it is more effective to comprehend Wang Yangming's thoughts.

"There is no good and no evil. There is good and there is evil. Knowing good and knowing evil is liangzhi, doing good and eliminating evil is investigating things."

Zhu Pingan leaned on the stone while reading the biography and study records, while reciting softly.

This is the four-sentence formula of learning from the heart. Reading Wang Yangming's book should be accompanied by his careful study of the four-sentence teaching at Tianquan Bridge. However, these four sentences are known to only a very small number of Wang Yangming's true disciples in this dynasty, but Zhu Ping'an is an exception. , I have seen it before.

Zhu Pingan couldn't help but immerse himself in reading "Biography of Xilu". This book seems to have opened up another world. In this world, Wang Yangming left the code to fight against the world. Different people may have different opinions about the world Wang Yangming built in the book. Different interpretations have different comprehensions, and you can get some skills, but only those who really comprehend this code can get the skills to fight against the world.

The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves chase the autumn wind.

By the time Zhu Pingan came back to his senses from the "Biography of Xilu", the entire forest had become a place for wind and fallen leaves to revel.

Patting the fallen leaves blown on his body by the wind, pulling off the fallen leaves sticking to his face, Zhu Pingan got up from the stone, bounced off the fallen leaves at his feet, put the book into the slanted schoolbag, and carried the black wooden board between them. Go in the direction of the inn.

There were people coming and going on the street, and Zhu Pingan walked slowly among the crowd with a black wooden board between his hands, reminiscing about Yangming's mind learning while walking, like a nerd, and seemed a little out of place compared with the people around him.

While Zhu Ping'an was walking forward slowly, a carriage came from behind, and the passers-by on the road dodged one after another, but Zhu Ping'an was immersed in his own world and didn't notice the carriage coming behind him.

"Hey, hey, that poor scholar in front, get out of the way quickly, it's irresponsible if you hit him to death."

The carriage was decorated extraordinarily luxuriously, with logos on it. The man driving the carriage was a fat man with a swollen face, wearing clothes with family branding. While pulling the reins of the horse, he waved his whip and yelled at Zhu Pingan. .

Poor scholar?
Is that me?

Zhu Pingan stood still, turned around and saw the carriage pulling the rein to stop the charge, and the fat man on the carriage waving a whip and yelling at him.

"You poor scholar, you are looking for death. Didn't you see that it is the carriage from Mr. Zhao's house? You don't know how to live or die!"

The fat man had a fierce look on his face, and he was waving his whip as if he wanted to.

"Young man, a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, so get out of the way." Passers-by tried to persuade Zhu Pingan to get out of the way quickly, as if they were quite afraid of the carriage.

Zhu Pingan cupped his hands to the surrounding crowd, but he still stood there without moving his feet. After cupping his hands and thanking the surrounding crowd, Zhu Pingan turned around and looked at the bullying fat man, and said lightly, "I see your Excellency on the road You must look to both sides more, and be careful not to be bumped."

"Why? What do you mean?" The fat man driving the car asked with a fierce look on his face.

"It's very simple. People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of bumping into each other!" Zhu Ping'an said lightly, curling the corners of his mouth.

Pigs are afraid of hitting!

The people around heard the meaning of Zhu Ping'an's accented words, and burst out laughing.

The fat man was stunned for a long time before realizing that Zhu Pingan was laughing at him for being like a pig, so furious, he jumped off the carriage with his sleeves flattened, exposing his arms that were thicker than Zhu Pingan's thighs, and he was about to give up in minutes. Zhu Pingan understands the reason why a scholar meets a soldier.

""Law of the Ming Dynasty", Volume 4 of the Criminal Articles, scolding, common people insulting students, is to insult the gentlemen, as a staff of ten, a fine of 3 qian."

""Law of the Ming Dynasty", Volume 9 of the Penalties, miscellaneous offenders, common people humiliating students, it is disrespectful, as a staff of [-], a shackle for three days, and a fine of one tael of silver."

"Hongwu's 25th year decree: It is strictly forbidden for common people, merchants, craftsmen, infantrymen, Yu Ding and handymen to wear boots, only leather straps, except for the northern regions where the weather is cold, it is allowed to use cowhide to sew boots directly, and offenders will be fined. capital punishment."

"Your Excellency is neither noble nor famous. The leather boots on your feet, oh, are still made of cowhide. Well, let me think about it. What is the crime of destroying farm cattle without permission?"

Zhu Pingan looked at the fat man with a bruised nose and a swollen face who was aggressive and about to beat him up. The fire was turned off, replaced by cold sweat on the forehead.

"You're lucky today!"

The fat man sternly said a word, got into the carriage, drove the carriage around Zhu Ping'an in a despondent manner, and drove away.

When the fat man drove the carriage away in desperation, Zhu Ping'an also shook his head slightly, and walked slowly towards the inn with the black board in his hands.

"Oh, this young man is really amazing"

"No, I was sweating for him all the time. That's Liu Er from Mr. Zhao's house. He doesn't bully others a lot. This time it can be regarded as a lesson for him."

"That's nothing special, it's just a nerd who is stupid in reading."

After the fat man and Zhu Ping'an left, people looked at Zhu Ping'an's slow figure and whispered, talking a lot.

The voices of everyone's discussion reached Zhu Ping'an's ears scatteredly. Zhu Pingan slowly raised the corners of his lips. If he hadn't watched the carriage brake far away, he wouldn't have stood there still; if he hadn't watched the fat man Han is so fat, he must not be able to outrun him in this crowded crowd, and he alone dare not leave the carriage to chase him, so I won't stand there stupidly and tell him what punishment is for.

Back at the inn, Zhu Pingan found that there were a few more people in the inn than yesterday, probably the students who came to the scientific examination today.These people are all wearing student uniforms, feeling superior to others, squinting their eyes, and everything is inferior, only those who are good at reading, let alone scholars, have gained a lot in the past few years, and now they are moving towards the ruling class. understandable.

After Zhu Ping entered the door, these scholars were a little surprised to see that Zhu Ping was wearing a uniform at a young age, especially Zhu Ping's plain clothes, which looked like a poor family.

Zhu Pingan cupped his hands at them from a distance, and continued walking in with the black board in his hands. When passing by the counter, he greeted the shopkeeper who was doing the accounting, and then went upstairs to his room.

"Why do you have to treat such people with stinky coppers with courtesy? It's really insulting."

Those scholars sitting in the distance, after seeing Zhu Pingan greeting the shopkeeper, couldn't help shaking their heads sideways, and they didn't treat Zhu Pingan like they did before.

(End of this chapter)