Routine Tang People's Black Confucian Time Part 2:
Cai Ziyong became addicted, bent his bow and shot Hu.
Athletes would rather fight to death, while strong men would be ashamed of Confucianism.
"Send Du Wei Cai Xi Zeng to Longyou, because he is the 35th secretary of the senior high school"
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In the temporarily emptied temporary office, pink gnocchi (similar to bun-shaped dumplings) made with fragrant leek and lamb stuffing is sinking and floating in the creamy fresh soup of scallops, sea rice, and shell vegetables. It undoubtedly makes the index finger move, but also the person holding the food utensils.
I saw that she was wearing a white plain skirt without any ornaments and embellishments. It looked unpretentious and graceful and graceful, especially when she was still holding utensils in her hand and was a little homely and elegant. Zhou Huaian couldn't help but had some kind of auditory hallucinations: "Da Lang, it's time to drink medicine." . Ah, no, auspicious imperial immunity, there are no taboos.
"It's time for Lang Jun to eat..."
The pretty girl who came here, lowered her eyebrows and said softly.
"The maidservant is not good at preparing soup, so she can only borrow the kitchen to visit one or two..."
"Well, it's enough to have this heart..."
Zhou Huaian couldn't help but took her with the tray and sat in his arms.
"Come on, let me be arrogant and extravagant for a while..."
"Why does Lang Jun have to work so hard... Or he can be a little bit more relaxed about himself and others..."
Yao Niang couldn't break free for the moment, she could only be compliantly and resignedly embraced by her upper and lower hands, nestled in his arms and sighed with a slightly changed voice. But in my heart, I once again felt something completely different from the leaders who had seen them, who were arrogant and reckless.
At least after a short time of getting along, she also discovered and noticed. Compared to those who indulged in a little ease and extravagance, the leaders of the generation who sang songs and reveled in Dadan every night; the bitter and simple around him is not like at all, he can almost match the famous yellow king of the world. Big boss. As a result, among the rebels there is a general nickname of "virtual monk".
"That's because time is not waiting for me... If you want to change your fate against the sky, and change the world where countless people are still struggling, you can only race against the clock to compete with God."
Then he heard his leisurely voice.
"And I, I just want to let most people in this world live... Let those who trust and obey me live at least personally..."
"Even the poorest and humble people don't need to be forced by the government to sell their children and daughters under the tyrannical coercion of the big family, and their families are ruined, and there is no need to feed on children and fill the gully amidst natural and man-made disasters... "
"That Langjun is really a big bodhisattva with heart and ambition..."
Yao Niang's eyes seemed to turn around.
"But apparently those high-ranking officials in this world who have exhausted their own desires, don't think so;"
Zhou Huaian stopped the movement on her body slightly, and said in a flat voice.
"They think that this is a cannibalistic world and endless means of aggregating and exploiting people. It is a matter of course and matter; at all costs and by all means to slander and intimidate, frame, and destroy, those who dare to resist and change the reality are unfair. People..."
"So in order to change the world where wolves, tigers and leopards are rampant, I can only incarnate as Shura Yaksha Yama, and lead most desperate people to do the things that change the world; it is only possible to completely smash and remove these obstacles in the way. In the midst of the empty space waiting to be rejuvenated, a new world of peace where everyone is happy and self-sufficient is rebuilt..."
"Speaking of which, you women are able to fall behind the music books, is it the result of your own willingness..."
"Tell me about your experience and story..."
According to Zhou Huaian's thoughts at this moment, now that the flower path and the tent that lead to the depths of the heart have been opened, it is also good to listen to the appeals and voices from the other party's heart to consolidate this profound and simple relationship.
"Why, don't you think it's inappropriate at this time..."
Then she felt the other party's hesitation and tangled mood.
"No, it's just that the slave is afraid of the eyes and ears of the dirty man..."
Yao Niang lowered her head down, but she was afraid of being seen the expression on her face at this moment.
"Forget it, just wait until you can really relax that day, and then tell me.
Okay, now Zhou Huai'an feels a bit full in his belly, and his body is warm. It's time to start thinking about the follow-up show after the warmth. Then, he narrowed his face and said meaningfully to the half-dressed, shameless girl.
"Okay, now it's time to check how your body is recovering. Now, let's talk about where to start first..."
Today, the band members that Zhou Huai'an has taken over have been sent back to go back to the furnace and practice again. Although he wanted to taste a sense of joy and innocence, reality did not allow him to have so much free time, and after all, he was not completely dominated by his lower body instinct.
It is important to know that among these women, there is a dark thunder planted by someone, so it is due to the vigilance and experience of modern people; he prefers to value quality more than quantitative results.
Therefore, now Zhou Huai'an is left with only the maiden who had a real relationship with her, and the two little maids she led. In her words, she doesn't worry about staying outside, and would rather bring her around to discipline and protect her.
Of course, Zhou Huaian agreed to let the two named "Doudou" and "Zhuer" stay as little maids because of their age and careful thinking; although the experience and methods of being maids are still lacking, there are no adults. There are so many tricks and thoughts; it is more malleable to adjust/teach from scratch.
By the way, these are the two little dancers that she dedicated her life to protect at the beginning, and also the two little dancers who danced at the beginning of the rebel banquet.
The little maid named Doudou is a little shy, although she has a picturesque eyebrow, but she gives the impression that she is a cute bun face with fine hairs and flesh, she wants to pinch in her hands and play with it; she emerges spontaneously. Some natural protective desire comes.
The little maid named Zhuer is much more distinctive. The thin willow eyebrows and apricot core eyes, the right duck egg face, the beautiful nose, and the soft and ruddy mouth are just like a beautiful embryo in a classical painting of a small version.
Compared with the one that Zhou Huaian had already kept in his family, she was tender and shy like a small pendant that was like a living doll; she was innocent and immature, but there was a kind of faintness, which made people want to destroy something beautiful. , But also to take it forever as your own throbbing.
Of course, after tasting the plump and mature tenderness, he has already despised this young and sour little fruit; what is left is a certain aesthetic appreciation and a collector-style dressing and appreciating plot.
As long as he can feel that in this world full of despair and suffering, there are still some beautiful things that people can cherish and protect; there is no need to be driven by hormones to leave out everything. Take it for yourself.
Just like the song "Golden Cloth" sang, "There are flowers that can be folded straight, and don't wait for the flowers to be folded." Only by cherishing the people in front of you can you seize the future.
It’s just that the happy time that the public loves is always short and fast; finally put down the already soft and limp, Zhou Huai'an, who had been put together again, looked a little surprised at the people who came to show their merits with a pleased face. .
"What, I found my same door in Jiangning City?..."
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Hundreds of miles away in the city of Gangneung, in the Gangneung branch of the newly opened large workshop, there is an atmosphere of eagerness and diligence.
In a special school where the temple hall was transformed into a special school, the "Han Fei-Zi·Five-Yu Pian" is being taught in the chapter of "Han Fei-Zi·Five-Yu Pian": "Everything is safe and good as against the poor. To fight for it today, if you advance, you die If you retire, you will die of punishment."
The general idea is: The habitual thinking of people in the world is to pursue comfort and self-interest, while avoiding danger and poverty. If they were allowed to go to war, they would be killed by the enemy if they moved forward, and they would be in danger if they retreated due to military law.
Give up personal family business and endure the toil of fighting. If the family has difficulties and the monarch does not care about it, they are left in poverty. With poverty and danger, how can the people not escape
Therefore, they took refuge in private nobles and asked for exemption from military service. If exemption from military service, they could stay away from the war, and stay away from the war and get security. Using money to bribe those in power can achieve personal self-interest, and once self-interest is achieved, they will get actual benefits.
Since safety and good things are clearly there, how can the people not pursue it? As a result, fewer people work for the public, and more people rely on the private sector. However, there is a lack of adequate systems and means to curb this trend and trend that favors, dislikes, and advocates gaining nothing.
As a result, the situation of the country became more and more deteriorating, and the private interests of the clan and gentry became greater and greater, and even forced and overwhelmed all levels of public power. The period of the end times when the dynasty changed.
The dozens of newly-contributed military leaders are listening to the narration of the script, while flipping through the books, or making corresponding standards and records.
And Zhao Yingong, who had just returned to the rear not long ago, was also among them; he had never thought that he put down his tools and picked up knives and guns to kill the rough hands who had been fighting for many years, and he might actually be like those gentlemen and students, clumsy and more picking Come with those pens and papers, and do the practice again in the first year.
Although the process seemed difficult and arduous, he had even squeezed more than a dozen charcoal pencils, tore and poked a lot of books, grasped the tiger's mouth and finger belly cocoons, which were used to swords, bows and guns, and all refurbished them. Layer after layer; but he still struggled to persevere; and from it he found meaning for the rest of his life.
Because he had already understood and realized that in the story of the famous official "Zhou Chu Zhuan" in ancient times, he was able to hear the mood and feelings of death after the rise and fall of the three evils. (End of this chapter)