Fu San's unintentional words made not only Huang Laosi but also Chu Qing have some insights.
The people made a mistake, and the thick laws of Chang'an were thrown on his face. The people fell to their knees, confessed their sins, and obeyed the law.
The aristocratic family and officials made a mistake, and the thick Changlu was thrown in his face. They were confused and looked at Changlu on the ground. What do you mean, stop making trouble, I have to find my father to make peace with it.
It is very puzzling that Changlu seems to only restrict ordinary people and has no meaning for the privileged people.
It is so inexplicable, and then everyone gradually gets used to it, and the inexplicable things become normal.
Until one day, the aristocratic families and officials finally understood the meaning of the existence of Changlu, that is, they can use this thick law to oppress the people. I made a mistake, I don't know Changlu, but if I want to squeeze you,
I held Changlu in my arms.
The inexplicable things have become routine again.
Huang Laosi, who originally wanted to go out to relax, felt even more congested and panicked.
Fu San's words made him blush.
As the emperor, why doesn't he know that every word of "Fu" is like blood and every sentence is like a knife? Every word and every sentence is the truth.
"People who go out to drink don't talk about these things."
Chu Qing's mood was also a little heavy. He forced a smile and said, "I don't care anymore. Why are you crying and mourning? It has nothing to do with you."
Huang Laosi ignored Chu Qing, but looked directly at Fu San: "What you said is true, every word is full of flaws."
Fu San laughed. This was the first time someone praised him like this, and he immediately became excited.
"Okay, Third Brother will explain to you, Fourth Brother, today."
After finishing speaking, Fu San took two wine glasses and placed them on both sides.
Chu Qing folded his arms and watched the fun.
"This wine glass represents good people and goodness." Fu San pointed to the wine glass on his right: "This wine glass represents bad people and evil people."
He took out four chopsticks and put them on the table. Fu San rubbed his hands and continued: "These four chopsticks, one is called power, one is called money, one is called conscience, and the other is called conscience.
Roots are called common people, which one do you want?"
Huang Laosi laughed dumbly and wondered: "What does this mean?"
"Which one do you want? Tell me quickly."
Huang Laosi thought for a moment and pointed to the "common people": "I want this one."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes: "You are acting against your conscience."
"Okay." Fu San placed the common people's chopsticks next to the good man's teacup: "Pick another one."
Huang Laosi pointed to the chopsticks that represented money again: "I want this one."
Fu San placed the chopsticks representing money next to the teacup: "Pick another one."
Huang Laosi pointed at the chopsticks that represented power, but Fusan shook his head and said, "No."
"Why not."
"Look, you are a good man who has money and cares about the people. I have seen many people like this who have money and do good deeds, build bridges and pave roads, but I have never heard of such people. They have money and power.
A person who cares about the people."
Huang Laosi's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Fu San placed the chopsticks representing his conscience in front of the former.
"If you have three chopsticks, money, conscience, and people, then you are a good person."
Huang Laosi frowned: "I still want my power!"
Fu San put away the chopsticks that represented power, but took away the two chopsticks that represented people and conscience.
"What does this mean?"
"You have a fucking sweet dream. If you want power and money, you can't have a conscience. With a conscience, you can't get a high position, let alone make money. Since you don't have a conscience, you can't care about the people."
As soon as the two teacups were exchanged, Fusan laughed: "You want power and money. You are an evil person, not a good person."
Huang Laosi was anxious: "The general must have his conscience and the people."
"Then you have no money. Without money, how can you smoothen your relationships and hold a high position?"
"That book will cost money, conscience, and people."
"Or you have nothing. You have money, you care about the people, and you have a conscience, but you have no rights. You have no rights, but you have money. Those people who have no conscience but have rights and still want to be rich will miss you. They will miss you.
It costs you money, but in the end, you have nothing."
Huang Laosi was a little confused: "The general wants power and money. With money and power, he cares about the people."
"Go and live your mother's spring and autumn dream." Fu San said with a sarcastic look on his face: "If you want money, you must first have power. Once you have power, you will be greedy for money. If you are greedy for money, you will have no conscience. You will lose all conscience.
, you still care about the people, you are favoring your third brother."
After finishing speaking, Fu San took away another chopstick.
Huang Laosi slapped the table: "The general wants his conscience and the people."
Fu San took away all the chopsticks with this move: "You have no fucking power and no money, you are a piece of shit common people."
Huang Laosi pulled back the chopsticks that represented his conscience as if he was electrocuted, and his expression changed drastically: "At least I still have a conscience!"
Fu San laughed loudly: "If you go to Bei City, you will see people with conscience, because they are all common people, with no power, no money, only common people with conscience."
Huang Laosi lowered his head again, and then he discovered that next to the teacup representing good people, there was only one chopstick representing conscience, while the other teacup had three chopsticks next to it, representing power, money and people.
Fu San grabbed the chopsticks representing the people, broke them gently, and then placed the teacup representing the evil person on the teacup of the good person.
"Look, evil people with power and money suppress good people and good people. This is the way of the world today."
Fu San pointed to a piece of common people's chopsticks in two parts: "As for this chopstick, if it breaks, it always breaks. It keeps breaking."
Huang Laosi was silent, while Chu Qing stared at the two tea cups in stunned silence.
Chu Qing looked at the teacup, then at Fusan, then at Fusan, and was speechless for a long time.
Two teacups and four chopsticks fully express the word "the way of the world".
Fu San was happy, stood up, filled the three wine glasses with wine, and looked at Huang Laosi: "I understand."
Huang Laosi gritted his teeth: "I understand, but I still want my conscience, the people, power, and money!"
"Go ahead and dream."
Fu San took a sip of wine angrily.
Who do you think you are, and you want all four of them? Even the emperor may not dare to say this.
Chu Qing looked at Fu San and said seriously: "Third brother, it's true that you are acting as a bodyguard for me. You are really underestimating your talents. If I succeed in the future, young master, I will recommend you to be the minister of ministers."
Fu San scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "I will serve you as a bodyguard without compromising my talents, and as a minister or minister, I will only compromise my talents if I am young."
Huang Laosi: “…”
Chu Qing laughed loudly, clinked glasses with Fu San, and was filled with emotion.
In this world, there is at least one person who can understand him, and this person is the third brother he gets along with day and night.
Yes, all unhappiness is exactly what Fu San said.
Zhang Songling died, but it was just death. Everyone also thought about why he died. The answer was because he had never fought Chu Qing, but they never thought that Zhang Songling had himself to blame. He thought of so many answers, but ignored the only one.