Author: big bell

In a remote farmland in Chang'an Township, a vicissitudes of life old man stooped and moved slowly, waving iron tools in his hand.

He was alone in the field, and it looked very desolate, but he still wielded the iron tool alone, tending to every crop, and weeding every weed in the field.

His brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes furrowed. No one knew what he was thinking, but he never wanted to stop.

Sweat soaked the back of his clothes, but he didn't realize that only his old body was getting older.

At this moment, two human heads poked out not far away, with hairpins passing through their hairlines, looking a little sneaky.

"The older you are, we are here to see you." Dr. Geng saw the figure and called softly, but the old man didn't seem to hear him. He was still waving the iron tool, and his dying body seemed to be melted by the air.

If you look carefully, you can also see that his mouth is mumbling, as if he is saying something, but unfortunately the voice is too low and no one can hear it.

"The older you get, the older you get." Dr. White also called, his voice a little louder, but the old man did not look back.

The two of them were so anxious that they stopped trying to hide it and hurriedly walked over the bumpy and muddy fields to the old man.

"Geng, meet Yue Lao."

"Huai, meet Yue Lao."

The two of them held their hands in front of each other with respectful expressions.

Chunyu Yue can be said to be the Confucian Taishan Beidou in the late Qin Dynasty. His status among Confucian scholars was so high that few could compare with him. Although Geng and Huai were both PhDs, they were also called "Yue Lao".

Chunyu Yue finally raised his head, looked at the two of them weakly, and asked, "Are you disturbing me?"

There were not too many humble words, only a light complaint.

"I am being reckless, but I have to disturb you, Yue Lao." Dr. Geng lowered his head and bowed.

"Tell me! What's the matter?" The old man's tone was still very calm, and he did not stop the movement of his hands.

Dr. Geng was not angry either. He came closer and said politely: "Recently, a steam-rotating ball appeared in the court. This thing can boil water. When it boils, it emits steam to push the ball above to rotate. Your Majesty wants to

We understand the beauty of it."

Dr. Huai quickly took over what Dr. Geng said and said: "It's too profound and I'm afraid we won't be able to understand it, so we have to ask Yue Lao to come out and thwart the arrogance of the Mohists."

"Mo Family?" Chunyu Yue finally stopped what he was doing and pondered.

"Exactly." Then Dr. White told what happened in the court, focusing on Li Zhao's words: "Li Zhao's children said that you can't understand the wonders of spinning balls by sitting quietly, and only doing things is the right way."

"We respect the principles of Confucius and strive to maintain the integrity of our Confucianism."

Chunyu Yue turned his head and looked at the two of them deeply. He did not directly address his topic, but asked: "Since you know that meditation can lead to enlightenment, why do you come to me?"

"This" the two of them were speechless.

Chunyu Yue shook his head, his tone a little lonely, "You must be timid! Or you have no confidence at all."

"No, we are very talented and have little knowledge. It is better to be eleven years older than you are. In the world, I am afraid that only older people can understand the wonders of it. Please ask Yue Lao to come out."

The two of them held their hands together and lowered their heads, expressing a strong sense of pleading.

The old man still shook his head, but turned away, and began to wave the iron tool in his hand again. His body was still stooped, and the signs of his old age were fully visible. For a long time, he still did not pick up the topic of the two of them, but said: "You guys understand.

Planting rice seedlings, hoeing crops, cutting rice?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment when they heard this. There was something wrong with Yue Lao's words.

Confucian scholars should only focus on learning, writing papers and the court. Why would they get involved in vulgar and lowly things in the fields? That is the shame of Confucian scholars.

But facing Confucianism and Taoism, Taishan Beidou, they did not dare to say this and could only shake their heads.

"When you plant rice, you need to divide it. When you hoe, you need to be careful and diligent. When you cut the rice, you will have fun."

The old man seemed to be talking to himself and admonishing them.

The two of them looked at each other in confusion.

"I can't help you, but Confucianism and Taoism should not be insulted by others. Please go and ask for help from the wise Confucian master!"

The clever Confucian old man is a hidden scholar. He heard that Confucianism is rare in the world, and his knowledge has reached its peak. However, this person is not well-known.

However, there are still good friends in the world, and Chun Yuyue is one of them.

The old man said this, and the two of them were helpless. They felt that the Taishan Beidou they respected had changed and became extremely unfamiliar. They asked Ling Dong where the old Confucian lived in seclusion, so they had no choice but to retreat and go away on their own.

Small bridges, flowing water, people's houses, ancient roads with westerly wind and thin horses.

This poem is well said and can describe the scenery of this place very well. Amidst the sound of gurgling water, facing the ancient road and the sound of horse hooves, the two people stopped in front of a thatched cottage. This is what Chun Yuyue said about the smart old Confucian.

A place of seclusion.

Judging from the desolation of the ancient road, it can be seen that few people have set foot on it.

But he saw the schoolboy carrying water, glanced at the two of them, and walked into the back room. After a while, an old voice came from the back room, "Who is coming outside the door?"

The two of them did not dare to be disrespectful and quickly dismounted to show respect. They lowered their status and responded: "The last Confucian scholar is Geng Hehuai, the imperial doctor. He came here to pay homage to the Confucian elder."

So, the two of them explained their intention.

After a dozen breaths, there was silence in the hut, but the sound of thin pacing could be heard.

The next moment, a thin murmur came out: "The ball is spinning, the ball is moving by the steam, sit still, do something?"

"Absurdity, the movement of the ball, is a natural principle. You should understand it. Taking action is just the behavior of vulgar people."

Creaking, the door opened, and an equally old old man walked out, but this old man was much more energetic than Chunyu Yue.

"Chun Yuyue, does that old man have any feelings?"

The two have different interests, one is passionate about fame, and the other returns to his hometown, but the two are close friends and cherish each other.

Dr. White became even more respectful when he saw such a man of immortal demeanor, and quickly said: "Yue Lao didn't tell you the secret of the steam ball, but he said something incomprehensible."

"Oh! What are you talking about? Come on."

The old man became interested.

"When you plant rice, you need to divide it. When you hoe, you need to be careful and diligent. When you cut the rice, you will have fun."
Chapter completed!