Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 385
Xia Dynasty 130 years.

Shang and Gu Dan walked out of the Xia Dynasty's imperial capital together.

"Mr. Gu, where are we going?"

When the two donkeys actually stepped out of the gate of the imperial capital, Shang's face showed a trace of confusion that he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but ask.

He lived in Xia Dynasty for many years.

Many, many years.

He left all his life's energy and efforts in the Xia Dynasty.

Now that he is in his twilight years, he bids farewell to the temple in the true sense and refuses the temple affairs. When he can walk freely and casually on this land, Shang seems a little hesitant.

Because he has no family.

There are no relatives or friends.

Not even any heirs were left behind.

Not to mention close friends
No, not at all.

Others say that the Mohists are selfless, while the Legalists are selfless.

The difference between the two words is a world of difference.

There are many people who like Mohism, but few people like Legalism.

Once the mask of power is worn on one's body, one is destined to have only one path to darkness.

The Mohists rejected the power in the temple, so they were loved by the people, and officials did not mind complimenting them.

Legalists, on the other hand, use the law as a sharp sword and aim it at everyone.

How can one be close to such a person?
The common people are afraid, but high-ranking officials are even more afraid.

Because the best Legalist people must use their lives to increase their power and experience.

Even Shang used the blood of more than a thousand Confucian scholars to establish the prestige and reputation of Legalism in one fell swoop.

Let the world no longer dare to ignore the law, and let the world know the determination of the Legalists.

Therefore, as the founder of Legalism, Shang was destined to have no relatives.

Even his "disciples and grandchildren" kept a respectful distance from this strict and ruthless old man.

Not to mention bringing gifts to express condolences during festivals, even in the temple, when Shang Quanquan called out his name, he was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

Wherever the Legalists go, they will definitely bring blood and justice!
Unfortunately, too much blood inevitably alienates people.

Some people have gone astray, only seeing blood and forgetting justice.

Naturally, it adds a bloody color to the horror of Legalism.

If a businessman says in the temple that he is going to a certain place, the officials in that place, whether they are wrong or not, have to prepare themselves 12 times in advance six months in advance.

There was even a time when he suddenly decided to go to Yingzhou for a visit without informing him in advance. As a result, before he even got there, the news finally arrived in Yingzhou, and more than ten officials immediately committed suicide out of fear of guilt.

Of course, when he arrived, he killed even more.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Mo Qiu's universal love and Xun Ke's benevolence and righteousness make people yearn for it and wish they could stand side by side with these sages.

Just thinking about it makes me feel excited.

When it comes to influence on the Xia Dynasty, Shang is actually not much worse than those two.

But Shang Ke had never heard of anyone wanting to work with him.

Or stay at his side and serve.

Even for his arrival, it was impossible to welcome him in the slightest. If he didn't put on an expression like someone was dead in the family, it would be considered that his expression was well controlled.

Therefore, even in his old age, he was always alone.

No one likes this extremely stern old man.

Shang thought carefully and hard to see if there was any place where he would be welcome.

No.

Not anywhere.

Even the Xia Dynasty Palace and Emperor Qizhi respected and loved him?

That is something we absolutely dare not do.

Perhaps he should be grateful that his master is Xun Ke, and he should be even more grateful that the Xia Dynasty still has a guardian.

Even though these two have left, it doesn't mean they won't come back.

Otherwise, his style would have been intolerable for a long time.

Now that he has shed all his burdens and no longer walks around the world as a leader of Legalism, Shang can't find a way out.

He was used to everything in the past.

When the warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles are herding horses in Nanshan, where should they put their hands that are used to holding spears tightly?

Shang doesn’t know anymore.

"Then just walk around, why bother thinking about the destination?"

Gu Dan smiled and said: "No matter where we go, it is destined to be the territory of the Xia Dynasty."

Shang was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and sighed: "Mr. Gu's temperament is rare in the world. It's me who has fallen into shape."

Yeah, he's used to having a goal.

No expense was spared.

Now that I have lifted my burden and no longer need to set a benchmark for myself, I don’t know where to go.

But isn’t that what ordinary people’s lives are like?
Two donkeys walked slowly and leisurely on the road.

A donkey carried an old man with gray hair on his temples and still looked a little serious.

A donkey was carrying a young man with black hair like a waterfall and a handsome and slightly carefree face.

No purpose, just out and about.

Look at what the Xia Dynasty looks like today.

The hooves fell to the ground, making a clicking sound.

Heaven and earth are there, wherever you go, you will be fine.

The donkey wandered to Yuzhou.

It's a lively scene here.

The Yuan River burst its banks again during the last great upheaval of heaven and earth.

This mother river in the Xia Dynasty irrigated both sides of its banks. Countless people survived because of it, but it was always moody. Every time its anger surged, no one knew how many people were affected.

But the mother river is the mother river. No matter how many times it gets angry, its descendants will always come back.

On both sides of the Source River, there were figures one after another busy building embankments and reorganizing the waterways. More than two years were not enough to complete all of this.

Fortunately, there is always someone who does.

Neither Gu Dan nor Shang disturbed them, but just looked at them from a distance for a while.

Not far from both sides of the source river where the construction started, new crops have been planted, green and full of life.

This is just part of traveling.

Most of the time, if there is no control, the donkey will not walk steadily along the right path.

Moreover, due to the impact of previous major disasters, many official roads have not had time to be completely repaired.

The Xia Dynasty's manpower was directly reduced by at least [-]% due to that disaster. This was despite the ineffective disaster relief and almost emptied their wealth.

Other countries will only be worse off. It is no lie to say that they are on the verge of subjugation or even already divided among themselves.

It was by no means an easy task for the Xia Dynasty to recover so quickly, get on the right track, and even restart the construction of a home that had collapsed twice.

The donkey walked by casually, and the two people on its back talked from time to time. Most of the time, they just watched everything in front of them quietly.

Everything familiar yet strange.

In addition to these bustling scenes, donkeys often take them to small roads, dead ends, or even into impassable mountain roads.

But this is not a problem for Gu Dan.

When you come to the mountains, you look at the mountains. When you come to the water, you look at the water. When you come to a prosperous place, you focus on the prosperity.

Even if the road is impassable and the donkey won't go, he can still carry the donkey back - after all, the donkey has carried him all the way, so what's the point of carrying a donkey occasionally?

After passing through Yuzhou, we came to Yangzhou.

The market here is particularly prosperous.

It has mountains and water, convenient transportation and numerous merchants.

There are still many roads in Yuzhou that have not had time to be repaired, but here in Yangzhou they have been repaired long ago.

It's not that people in Yuzhou are lazy, it's just that Yangzhou is rich, really rich.We haven't even gone to Yangzhou yet, but just outside the city, we can see the porridge tents set up one after another.

There were even people dressed in Confucian robes who came quickly after seeing Shang and held the donkey without saying a word.

"Old sir, let's have a cup of tea before entering the city. Tea is free."

The Confucian scholar said so.

In the Xia Dynasty, elders were quite respected.

Elderly people over seventy years old do not need to bow before officials.

Elderly people over eighty years old will receive money and food gifts from the government every month.

An old man over ninety, ha!
That is the presence that officials from every place visit every year.

As for those over [-] years old?

That's called Rui.

The emperor must bow respectfully.

The most famous person in the Xia Dynasty was Rui, named Cang.

The two donkeys were moved to the shed, and someone immediately started feeding them with fodder, which even contained some beans.

This is amazing.

Gu Dan was also a little curious and asked: "There are a lot of porridge shacks here, and they don't cost money?"

"Not at all."

The Confucian scholar simply said directly: "This place was established by the descendants of Mr. Fan, a Confucian businessman. In years of great disaster, some people are homeless and have no money. As a Confucian businessman, naturally he cannot sit idly by.

Elderly people and children under half a age can always manage the porridge shed without money.And if you don’t have any money, you can come here to have a good meal, and there are also volunteers for you to choose from.Building bridges and building roads can always give people a livelihood and a good night's sleep.

As for ordinary diners, money is free, and all the proceeds will be used for disaster relief. "

"Oh?"

Gu Dan raised his eyebrows slightly, "From what you said, Mr. Fan, a Confucian businessman, is quite a figure."

"That's natural!"

The Confucian scholar led them to sit down, raised his face proudly, and said: "Mr. Fan was born in a poor family when he was young. After hearing the sermons of Xun Sheng, he suddenly became enlightened and determined to become a man of uprightness.

At the beginning, I only bought some farm tools and fruits in Yuzhou, things that ordinary people use in their homes.After he had accumulated a lot of money, he traveled among various countries and often brought new things to the Xia Dynasty.
By the middle of the year, he was already wealthy, but he spared no effort in helping the people and relieving victims of disasters.This time when the Yuan River burst its banks, although Mr. Fan is no longer alive, his descendants followed his philosophy and dispersed most of the family wealth, just to let more people survive!
As the saying goes: establish yourself and others, and achieve yourself and others. "

The Confucian scholar must have admired Mr. Fan very much. When he talked about these things, he felt honored, proud and proud.

At a very young age, everyone is a disciple of Confucianism.

Speaking more broadly, everyone is from the Xia Dynasty.

Are Confucian businessmen who value righteousness more than profit, any worse than the Mohists of the Mohist school?
Why do you have to suffer by yourself?

Isn't it an act of benevolence and righteousness to earn money and then spend it on the people?
This is the contribution of Confucianism!

Even so, he can straighten his back and face everyone proudly.

Proud from the heart.

Because he firmly believed that Confucianism had a better method, which was stronger than Mohism and more beautiful than Legalism.

Listening to the Confucian scholar's words, Gu Dan showed a trace of thinking on his face.

many years ago.

It was so long ago that it was nearly a hundred years ago.

When he and Gong Shangguo passed through Yuzhou on donkeys, there was indeed a Confucian scholar explaining his moral principles to a group of farmers under the scorching sun.

They watched on and got a bowl of mung bean porridge. It was a hot day, but a bowl of ice-cold mung bean porridge made people feel comfortable.

At that time, they just happened to meet each other, but they never approached him and asked him his name.

There were many people in the Xia Dynasty, and there were many people outside the Xia Dynasty.

Regardless of whether they recognize each other, know their names or not, everyone has their own life, and they are trying their best to carve out a world of their own.

"Here comes the porridge."

The Confucian scholar put the porridge on the wooden table in front of him and walked further away.

"The Mr. Fan he mentioned is indeed extraordinary. He is very talented in business matters. When I wanted to establish my authority and punish those lawbreakers, I sent people to investigate him carefully.

As a businessman, there should be countless big things behind him. "

Shang picked up the mung bean porridge in front of him, took a sip and moistened his lips.

Then he shrugged with regret or luck and said, "No, at least I didn't find it."

Gu Dan laughed.

That is a talent who can be missed by the leader of Legalism and still escape unscathed!

Xun Ke also taught many talented disciples, who shined in the Xia Dynasty.

"Didn't you hear what he said? I also studied with Xun Ke for a while, earlier than you. Xun Ke didn't do anything to the Mohists, so you still want to drive out the Confucians?"

Gu Dan asked casually.

"Real gold is not afraid of fire."

Shang said nonchalantly, picking up the porridge in front of him and taking a sip.

His teeth are no longer very useful.

Fortunately, daily eating is not a burden.

The mung bean porridge has a slight bitterness in the mouth, followed by a coolness, and finally a very subtle sweetness.

"Thank you for eating other people's porridge."

Gu Dan gave him a blank look.

"Two different things, let's not mix them up."

Shang gave a serious answer.

"You're boring."

"got used to."

Shang is a boring person.

Whether it's in the Gu family's courtyard or out of the Xia Dynasty's imperial capital.

The words that came out of his mouth always had to get back to business.

Gu Dan had never seen even a trace of humor or ease in him.

Others travel around the world as a way to relax, enjoy the beautiful scenery, talk about elegant and interesting things, and enjoy themselves.

This guy is good, he is almost like a governor sent by the imperial court, he just opened other people's genealogy and looked through it.

With this kind of personality, it’s no wonder he doesn’t have many friends.

The two of them enjoyed a meal of mung bean porridge, and continued walking farther away with their well-fed donkeys.

When the donkey brought the two of them to Yangzhou, they could see the prosperity of the city.

People here are always in a hurry and there always seems to be a lot of things to do.

Even speaking, he was faster than other people in Xia Dynasty.

Everywhere you go is a different life.

After another warm spring season, Donkey, who had been in Yangzhou for a long time, was finally willing to leave that gentle hometown.

They came to Yuzhou.

Before they even got into it, they already saw a group of people on the street, watching something.

Gu Dan looked over casually.

Then he was surprised to see that it was a farmer with a book on his head, holding an official with his hands tied and wearing official uniforms walking on the road with a rope.

Pedestrians on the road pointed at this, but no one blocked the way.

Not far from the farmer, there were two soldiers in armor following him, but they just watched and did not stop him.

Gu Dan rubbed his chin.

The Xia Dynasty was indeed somewhat different.

The people captured the officials and walked on the road, but they were honest and upright.

Even the pedestrians around were curious, but not surprised.

He seems to agree with this.

"What is this?"

(End of this chapter)