It was still early, and out of curiosity, Zhu Ping'an leaned against a stone, took out two new books, and began to flip through them.
"Zhaijiao Qingci Jing" can be said to be a comprehensive book on Qingci. It is thick. After flipping through it for a while, although it is still a bit vague, I have a general understanding of Qingci. I really don't know what the Emperor Jiajing meant by writing these vague things every day. Zhu Ping'an pouted and put "Zhaijiao Qingci Jing" into his schoolbag, and took out another book "Chuan Xi Lu".
The Record of Learning is very obscure, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to understand it, but Zhu Ping'an has an advantage that many people in this era do not have, that is, a thousand years of historical accumulation. Wang Yangming's thoughts have been studied by tens of millions of people for several years, and standing on the foundation of his predecessors, he can comprehend it with twice the result with half the effort.
"There is no good or evil in the body, but there are good and evil intentions in the action. Knowing good and evil is conscience, and doing good and avoiding evil is the study of things."
Zhu Ping'an leaned against a stone, reading the "Chuan Xi Lu" and reciting it aloud.
These are the four mantras of the heart. When reading Wang Yangming's books, one must follow his teaching of paying attention to the four sentences at Tianquan Bridge. However, in this dynasty, only a few of Wang Yangming's true disciples knew these four mantras. But Zhu Ping'an was an exception, as he had read them before.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but immerse himself in "Instructions for Practical Living". This book seemed to open up another world. In this world, Wang Yangming left a code to fight against the world. Different people may have different interpretations and understandings of the world constructed by Wang Yangming in the book, and gain certain skills, but only those who truly understand this code can gain the skills to fight against the world.
The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves. The fallen leaves chase the autumn wind.
By the time Zhu Ping'an came back to his senses from reading the "Instructions for Practical Living", the entire forest had become a place of carnival for wind and fallen leaves.
Zhu Ping'an patted the fallen leaves that were blown onto his body and pulled off the fallen leaves that were stuck to his face. He stood up from the stone, flicked away the fallen leaves at his feet, put the book into his cross-body backpack, and walked towards the inn with the black wooden board between his legs.
People were coming and going on the street, Zhu Ping'an walked slowly in the crowd with a black board between his legs. He was thinking about Yang Mingxin as he walked, like a nerd. Compared with the people around him, he seemed a little out of place.
As Zhu Ping'an was walking forward slowly, a carriage came from behind. The pedestrians on the carriage dodged one after another, but Zhu Ping'an was immersed in his own world and did not notice the carriage coming from behind.
"Hey, hey, hey, that poor scholar in front, get out of the way quickly. I won't be responsible if you kill me."
The carriage was decorated extraordinarily luxuriously with logos, and the driver was a fat man with a face full of flesh, wearing clothes with family imprints, pulling the reins while waving the whip and yelling at Zhu Pingan.
Poor scholar
Are you talking about me
Zhu Ping'an stopped and turned around, and saw a carriage in the distance being pulled by the reins to stop its momentum, and a fat man on the carriage waving a whip and yelling at him.
"You poor scholar, you are courting death. Don't you see that this is the carriage from Lord Zhao's mansion? You don't know whether to live or die!"
The fat man had a fierce look on his face, waving his whip as if he was about to strike.
"Young man, a wise man should not suffer a loss in front of him. Get out of the way quickly." People urged Zhu Ping'an to get out of the way quickly. They seemed to be quite afraid of this carriage.
Zhu Pingan bowed to the crowd around him, but he still stood there without moving. After thanking the crowd, Zhu Pingan turned around and looked at the fat man who was bullying others, and said calmly, "I think you should look both ways when you go up, and be careful not to get bumped."
"Why? What do you mean?" asked the fat man driving the coach with a fierce look on his face.
"It's very simple, people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being bumped into!" Zhu Ping'an said lightly with his lips curled.
Pigs are afraid of being bumped!
The people around heard the meaning behind Zhu Ping'an's emphasized words and burst into laughter.
The fat man was stunned for a long time before he realized that Zhu Ping'an was mocking him like a pig. He became furious and jumped off the carriage, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his arms as thick as Zhu Ping'an's thighs. He was about to make Zhu Ping'an understand the truth of a scholar meeting a soldier.
"The Great Ming Code, Chapter 4 of the Criminal Code, on swearing, says that if a commoner swears at a student, it is considered an insult and he shall be caned ten times and fined three coins of silver."
"The Great Ming Code, Criminal Law, Volume 9, Miscellaneous Offenses: If a commoner insults a student, it is considered disrespectful and shall be punished by 10 strokes of the cane, cangue and beating for a day, and a fine of one ounce of silver."
"In the 25th year of Hongwu, it was decreed that common people, merchants, artisans, soldiers, and servants were strictly prohibited from wearing boots. They could only wear leather boots. Only in the cold northern regions were cowhide straight-sewn boots allowed. Violators would be punished."
"You are neither a noble nor a famous person, and the leather boots you wear are made of cowhide. Let me think about it, what is the crime of privately destroying a working ox..."
Zhu Ping'an looked at the fat man who was about to beat him up, and he remained calm and looked at him very calmly. With every step he took, Zhu Ping'an mentioned a crime. When he said the last one, the fat man's momentum had long been extinguished, and was replaced by cold sweat on his forehead.
"You're lucky today!"
The fat man said something stern but cowardly, got on the carriage, and drove away dejectedly, bypassing Zhu Ping'an.
When the fat man drove the carriage away dejectedly, Zhu Ping'an also shook his head slightly, holding the black wooden board and slowly walked towards the inn.
"Oh, this young man is really amazing..."
"That's right. I was worried for him. He was Liu Er from Lord Zhao's house. He often bullied others by taking advantage of his power. This time, he should be taught a lesson."
"That's nothing special, he's just a bookworm who got stupid because of reading too much..."
After the fat man and Zhu Ping'an left, people looked at Zhu Ping'an's leisurely figure and whispered and talked about it.
The voices of the crowd's discussions reached Zhu Ping'an's ears sporadically. Zhu Ping'an slowly raised the corners of his lips. If he hadn't seen that the carriage had braked in the distance, he would not have stood there motionless. If he hadn't seen that the fat man was so fat that he would definitely not be able to outrun him in this crowded crowd, and he would not have dared to leave the carriage and chase him alone, he would not have stood there stupidly and talked to him about punishment or reason.
When Zhu Pingan returned to the inn, he found that there were a few more people in the inn than yesterday. They should be here to take the imperial examination today. All of them were wearing student uniforms, and they looked down on others as if they were superior to others. ... Everything else was inferior, only reading was superior, not to mention that they were scholars. After years of hard study, they had reaped the rewards, and now they were moving towards the ruling class, which was understandable.
After Zhu Ping'an entered the room, these scholars were a little surprised to see that Zhu Ping'an was wearing a student's uniform at such a young age, especially because Zhu Ping'an's clothes were simple and it was obvious that he came from a poor family.
Zhu Ping'an bowed to them from a distance, then continued walking inside with the black wooden board. When he passed the counter, he greeted the shopkeeper who was counting the bill, then walked leisurely to his room upstairs.
"Why should we treat such a money-grubbing person with courtesy? It is really an insult."
The scholars sitting in the distance, after seeing Zhu Ping'an greet the shopkeeper, could not help but look sideways and shake their heads. They no longer treated Zhu Ping'an as they did before, and felt that Zhu Ping'an was petty and unlikely to achieve great things. ()
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