As night slowly descended, the Lord of Ding Mansion also lit the lights.

The bright light of the Changpu Lantern illuminates the Ding family's ancestral hall as if it were daylight.

Ding Yan knelt on a cushion and looked at the pieces of the god-master cards in the top head.

The incense rose slowly, and the gods of those who had died and the ancestors seemed to return to the sun again along with the incense.

Ding Shang stared at the gods' cards, kowtowed heavily and bowed: "My father, uncle, grandfather and all the masters and gods are here. Unworthy descendants, please ask the ancestors and gods to guide you!"

For the disciples of the Mo family, believing in the existence of ghosts and gods is like believing in Modi's thoughts, and it is an innate instinct.

Every disciple of the Mo family respects and worships ghosts and gods.

The gods who were tall and above stood there motionlessly.

The rising blue smoke enveloped them in it, looming, as if there was a spirit of ancestors who had returned from the Nine Springs and returned to the sun from Gui Bo's kingdom, hoping to give guidance and premonition to the descendants of the prince.

After staring at these ancestors' god-master cards for a long time, Ding Yan's thoughts in his heart fell into unprecedented entanglement.

His fathers, those ancestors who have now become sacrifices in this sacrificial sacrifice, once cared about endless passion and high fighting spirit, and wanted to revitalize Modi's studies.

So he traveled to Shouchun, Huainan, and was a guest with King Liu An of Huainan, and was friends with Wu Que, Zuo Wu, Jinchang and others who were also ambitious.

At that time, they formed a huge anti-Confucian alliance.

The Huang-Lao School, the Mohist school, and the miscellaneous schools joined forces to promote academics and gather talents in Shouchun.

When it was at its peak, there were thousands of scholars from various families alone in Shouchun.

Everyone joined forces to compile an immortal work like Huainanzi, which covers all aspects of thought, philosophy, technology, politics, military and culture.

Even people from the Gongyang School were amazed and highly praised after reading "Huainanzi".

However……

Liu An failed to rebel and implicated his clan. All scholars and scholars who had served Liu An were also implicated, and tens of thousands of people died.

The last elite class of the Miscellaneous School, Mohism, and Huang-Lao School were almost wiped out.

Although his father escaped by chance, it is said that because Lu Bushu, who was responsible for the trial of Huainan's conspiracy case, showed mercy and crossed his name off the list of "approved rebellions".

But after coming back, he was depressed and depressed.

Until the last moment of my life, I never put on a brown coat or a straw raincoat again.

When he was young, he didn't understand.

But as old as he grew, he gradually understood.

My father took off his straw raincoat because his heart was dead and his silk was worn on it because his dream was destroyed.

In this world, there is no longer the survival soil for Modi's thoughts.

Fools who are obsessed with their ideals are dead and wounded.

The world of rituals and music is constantly disintegrating.

There are no saints in the world, and there are not even many wise men.

Gradually, he began to become cold.

But……

He closed his eyes and thought about the young servant during the day today.

Thinking about his words and what he did.

"Build a well-off society and bring peace..."

The descriptions of the well-off world and the peaceful world that were circulating among the people poured into his mind, building one ideal world after another for him.

Especially the description of the peaceful world.

The rice, meat, fish noodles are endless, and the firewood, rice, oil and salt are endless.

There is no more hunger, war, or pain.

Ding Shang knew that that world was also his father, ancestors, even Mr. Mozi and his disciples.

The pursuit of those who are kind and ambition who are willing to tear their names apart and share the same plants and trees.

That is the ideal country.

If there really is such a world, Ding Huan knows that he should pursue it with all his might.

But……

He didn't dare to think about his wife and children and what happened to his fathers.

His father, clan brothers and dozens of brothers went to Huainan together, but in the end he was the only one who returned. He struggled with regret and pain for the rest of his life, and he did not want to happen to himself or his descendants anymore.

He lives a good life now.

There are countless fish, meat, rice and noodles at home.

The accumulated wealth is enough for descendants to squander for generations.

If you are out of the way, you can continue this kind of life.

Every year, I will make a few seven-wheeled fans for people and maintain the existing seven-wheeled fans.

When you are fifty, you can hand over your career to your descendants, raise your children and grandchildren at home, and enjoy the joy of family life.

There is no need to suffer barefoot raincoats for the world and ideals like my father and grandparents.

Maybe even if you can leave your name in history, you don’t have to do the same thing as your ancestors. Although you have given everything, you can only tear your name apart, spend all your plants and trees, become a fertile soil of the earth, and become a stepping stone for others.

Can……

Why...I cry?

Ding Huan reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't quite understand.

Just as he was thinking about this, a figure suddenly walked in from outside the ancestral hall. Ding Yan turned around and saw that it was his wife, Chen.

She was holding a brown dress in her hand.

The brown dress he hasn't worn since he bought it home.

Chen walked to Ding Yan's side, knelt down slowly, looked at the sect's god-master card, and then put his brown clothes on Ding Yan's body.

"Madam, what do you mean?" Ding Huan couldn't understand and looked at his wife.

"Can your husband hide your thoughts from others or your ancestors? You can hide them from your ancestors and gods?" Chen lowered his head, put on his clothes for his husband, staring at the man he loved deeply, Chen lowered his head and said, "Although I am just a woman, when I was at home, my father and brother also taught me a lesson: A real man is determined by all directions, and as a wife, don't restrain the ambition of a real man!"

"After so many years, my husband often gets up late at night, holds this brown dress, and mutters to himself. If I don't know, wouldn't I be ashamed of my wife?"

"Since my husband has a lofty ambition, I should teach my descendants at home and take care of my inner and outer life so that my husband can show his ambitions..."

"But..." Ding Shang stared at his wife and said, "If this matter is defeated, I am afraid that the clan will be unable to be fully covered..."

If he just went to be a craftsman, it would be nothing.

But if he became an official, how could he be willing to be a craftsman?

We will definitely aim to revitalize the Mohist thought and restore the Mohist momentum.

At least it will also promote the Mohist ideas and use the Mohist philosophy to deal with things.

By then...

Then it will really be a progress without retreat, and it may even harm the descendants!

"Why should a real man look forward to the front and back?" Chen said with a smile: "Besides, I heard that Confucius said to be a benevolent, and Meng said to be righteous. If a husband wants to be a benevolent and righteous, even if the matter is defeated, how can he blame his husband for his family? I am afraid that he will not have time to love!"

"I have also heard of that Shizhong Zhang's reputation and ambition..."

"Today, I can probably know the purpose of those who come outside my house and give gifts to make friends with my husband..."

"Although my husband seems not involved in the dispute between Zhang Shizhong and other ministers, he is actually involved..."

"Since that's the case, my husband should know the way to choose..."

Looking at his wife and listening to her words.

Ding Yan suddenly bowed deeply and said, "I have a virtuous wife, so lucky!"

Then, he turned around and looked at the ancestors and gods who were lingering in the blue smoke.

He knew how he should make a decision.

Does Zi Mozi's path still exist now?

Of course there exists!

The road is right there, just to see if anyone wants to walk.

Although the road is full of thorns, it is the road after all, the road leading to the ideal country.

Just like the truth, just like the lessons of the former kings.

No matter how you criticize it, attack it.

Truth is always truth, and the previous kings are always the previous kings.

Just as Zi Mozi said: My words are useful. Those who give up words and think about things are just giving up their harvest and picking up grain. Those who say that are not what I say are just throwing stones with eggs. The eggs in the world are the same, and cannot be destroyed.

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The next morning, Zhang Yue got up early in the morning.

He packed the things that needed to be brought back to Xinfeng one by one, and then directed the eunuchs to clean up the rooms in the attic.

By the time things were done, the sun had risen to mid-air.

So Zhang Yue called two carriages and moved his belongings up.

He took the brown horse Xijun and took Zhao Rouna with him. He drove out, met Liu Jin at the entrance of a palace, and returned to Xinfeng together.

As soon as he walked to the gate of Sima Gate in Jianzhang Palace, Zhang Yue saw that many people were waiting there.

He just glanced at it and found that many of them were actually acquaintances.

"Zhang Shizhong...Zhang Shizhong..." From a distance, Han's voice came to Zhang Yue's ears: "I heard that Shizhong wants to return to Xinfeng today, so I came to "show off"..."

"I wonder how happy the book I gave to you last time is to read by the servant?"

Although Han said that although he was kind, he was full of irony inside and outside.

Zhang Yue looked at Han deeply and said, lifting the curtain of the car, and smiled and said, "I have the care of Guangluxun. I can't let go of this book given by Guangluxun!"

Han Shuo heard this and really wanted to pick up and beat this guy.

However, after thinking about the other party's current status and force, he could only suppress his inner impulse in awkward manner.

Now, the background and origin of the eight assassins Jiang Chong looked for have been clearly investigated by Jinwu - all of them were officers and soldiers of the elite combat troops of the Han army. Although they were deserters, each of them had survived on the battlefield. These people had a very tacit understanding with each other and had assassinated officials in the government offices in Taiyuan and Longyou.

But such a team was slapped with bare hands like this servant chopping melons and vegetables.

It's simply terrifying!

Han said that although he felt that his martial power was worth a lot.

But in front of this guy, it's not enough to see it!

"Hmph!" Han said, gritting his teeth and snorted coldly. In fact, he himself didn't know what was going on.

According to his nature, he should have hidden such things and just look at the jokes on the side.

But just thinking about the face he had lost in front of this hateful servant and the losses he suffered, he could not suppress his inner impulse and appeared here uncontrollably.

Even he himself found it ridiculous.

Isn’t this just as ridiculous as a jealous person when he was young, and he made a big fuss and insisted on fighting with the other party for life and death?

But even though I knew that such behavior was extremely childish and even stupid!

If it is reported, it will make people laugh out loud - the dignified Jiuqing and Guangluxun are almost fifty years old, and they are still competing with a young man who is not even twenty years old...

His deceased brother, Ruoyuan, would probably crawl out of the grave in anger, hang him in the mourning hall of his ancestors and beat him repeatedly - the face of the old Han family is almost thrown away by you!

However……

Some things are not transferred by people's personal will.

Han said that's what it is now.

He looked at Zhang Yue's face that was extremely hateful in his eyes, and asked loudly with a sneer: "I heard that Zhang Shizhong wanted to detain Chang'an Ding Yan, but was rejected by him? I heard that this was very regretful to the Minister of the Secretariat... It would be better if I did this, there were also a few skilled craftsmen in my residence, so I would send them to the Secretariat..."

As soon as Han said this, the other onlookers laughed.

Especially the Ma brothers and Rong Guang and others are the most important.

"The Shizhong likes craftsmen, but he is not talented, and he also knows several Chengdan Sikong who are good at craftsmanship. If the Shizhong needs it, I would like to recommend it..."

"Hahahaha..." Rong Guang shouted loudly, feeling extremely proud.

You, Zhang Zizhong, can't even recruit a craftsman, so why do you talk about three lifetimes, a well-off society, and a peaceful life?

Wouldn't it be even better to go home and play with mud?

The gentlemen of Guliang are as happy as the festival.

Is it easy for us?!

In the past two or three months, I was tortured by this Zhang Chiyou and my face was shattered!

Finally! Finally! You Zhang Zizhong are today?!

It's so satisfying!

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On the other side, Dong Yue and his disciples stood far away in a small pavilion.

"Teacher, should we go out and support Shizhong Zhang?" a disciple bowed and asked.

Dong Yue looked at the situation, but waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, wait a little longer..."

Yesterday’s incident has spread throughout Chang’an.

Zhang Zizhong wanted to recruit a craftsman, but was rejected. After hearing about this, Dong Yue didn't sleep all night last night. Before dawn today, he took his disciples into the city to prepare for the scene for the future "Little Junior Brother".

But Dong Yue knew that this was just a bad decision.

One day the eagle will soar in the sky, and he needs to learn to face and solve problems.

………………………………

At this moment, a carriage came from the south.

A young man wearing a Jinxian crown and a Confucian robe stood on a carriage, with a feathered crown and a scarf, like a young man in a turbid world.

"Xie Yannian?" Rong Guang recognized the other party at a glance: "What are he here to do?"

Since the last time at the Imperial Academy, this young hero from the Mao poetry school has almost disappeared from Chang'an.

Some people even thought he had left Chang'an.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, he appeared here!

This made Rong Guang smell some not-so-good signals.

Dong Yue also saw Jie Yannian and smiled on his face: "It seems that Zhang Zizhongguo is helpful!"

When Jie Yannian came here, Dong Yue had almost guessed the other party’s intention.

It is better to give timely help than to add icing on the cake.

Guan Changqing has accepted a good apprentice!

…………………………

Xie Yannian carried a carriage and went straight to the door of Sima Gate.

His time was very accurate, just when Zhang Yue arrived at the gate of the palace.

This shows that there are also people in the palace.

He looked at Zhang Yue's carriage, and he turned over and got out of the car, holding a book of books, walked forward step by step, just like a disciple paying a visit to the teacher, and longed to pay a visit again: "Qi State explained Yannian, and asked the Shizhong to lead the Xinfeng service of Zhang Gong: I was in the Taixue School before, and heard that the Duke taught me a lesson, like the morning bell and evening drum, and Yannian's heart was revealed. Now I heard that the Shizhong wanted to build a well-off society and promote peace. This is what the scholars in the world are trying to seek! Confucius said: I heard the truth in the morning and die in the evening! I would like to ask the Shizhong to be a subordinate of the Shizhong to contribute a little strength to the Shizhong's great cause, and to fill the gullies without hesitation!"

After saying that, Jie Yannian bowed deeply.

He is indeed sincere and wants to contribute to a well-off society and a peaceful world.

Not only him, but most of the scholars and officials in the world, are like this.

If the governance of a well-off society really exists, it can really be achieved.

If there is a peaceful world, there is a way to go.

Who can refuse to participate in such a grand event, join such a great cause, and contribute its meager strength to it?

What's more, this may even realize the long-standing dream of my school!

………………………………………………

Jie Yannian's sudden appearance caught Han Shuo and others off guard.

The smile on his face frozen instantly.

"You dare!" Han said his face turned blue.

Rong Guang was so angry that he almost wanted to explode.

Jie Yannian, the next generation leader of the Mao poetic school, was personally approved by his teacher Guan Changqing as the descendant of the robe and mantle.

Although the Maosi School is very young, it has only been established for thirty or forty years.

But its development speed is very rapid, and it has begun to challenge the status of the Korean Poetry School in the north.

His spiritual leader, Xiao Mao Gong, is a great scholar who even the emperor should respect, and a living fossil in the Confucian Book of Songs!

Jie Yannian's appearance and support from expression immediately shattered their original good feelings, and even felt a burning face.

"Zhang Zizhong, don't be rampant..." A Guliang scholar next to Rong Guang even shouted: "You can't even impress a craftsman, can you still impress the world?"

Rolling around has always been the expertise of Guliang scholars.

However, even he was not proud for too long.

The next moment, a squishy voice came from afar.

"I, Ding Yan, heard that Shi Zhong is very powerful, was deeply infected. Shi Zhong refused to give up. He went to the humble house in person and invited him again and again. However, because of his own personal selfishness, he almost fell Shi Zhong in trouble, and felt deeply guilty!" Ding Yan brought his disciples and nephews to come forward and bowed far away: "If Shi Zhong still does not give up, Yan is willing to follow Shi Zhong for the rest of his life..."

Ding Yan seriously touched the brown dress he had put in his underwear with his hands.

He swore in his heart: One day, he would wear this brown coat openly, walk barefoot on the road to Chang'an, and publicly tell people that the Mohist thought will never perish! The truth will never fade!

A man who goes through fire and water will never come back.

Now, I'm back to the world!

Zhang Yue lifted the curtain of the car, looked at Jie Yannian and Ding Yan who were worshipping in front of him, and smiled on his face. He turned his head and said to Liu Jin: "Your Highness, I have said it..."

"Where righteousness is, there will be millions of people coming!"

Zhuxia in this era, China in this era.

There are so many people with kindness and ambition!

Therefore, in every major disaster, the Xia people can always be reborn and come back!

Liu Jin was a little stunned when he saw all this.

He never thought, let alone thought that what was said in the book would happen to him one day.

This is simply incredible!

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Han Shuo and others were like falling into the Ice Cave of Sanjiu.

My whole body was so cold that I was trembling a little cold.

Han Shuo's face was even pale and his lips were trembling.

They were just watching jokes and venting their anger.

But who knows...

But they became jokes and laughing stocks because of this.

After today, the gossipers in Chang'an City may compile this matter into countless jokes.

And he, Guanglu Xunhan, said that unfortunately, will become the protagonist in the joke - the one on the opposite side.

It's like the guy in the ring, like the protagonist waiting for the rabbit, or like the stupid egg who is trying to grow.

When Han Shuo, Rongguang and others realized that there was a crack underground so that they could get in and hide.

This is so embarrassing!

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In the distance, Dong Yue looked at all this, clapped his hands with confidence, stood up and said to the disciples: "Let's go back to the Imperial Academy and prepare for the October ritual!"

With this kind of people's morale, on October 19, when the Gongyang School gathered in the Imperial Academy, who could criticize the decision he made?

Maybe we can take advantage of this momentum to further integrate and unite the Gongyang School.

Especially those guys who have always been under the banner of ram ideas but actually do their own things...

If these resources can be integrated...
Chapter completed!