Master Kong Zhongni

Chapter 39: Zaiyu's Prophecy
Wu Feng pondered for a while, and couldn't help applauding repeatedly: "Good! Good! Ji Zi is indeed like an orange tree. He has a strong temperament and a sense of culture. He has a clear heart and a clear mind, and he does not seek personal gain."

Zaiyu complimented: "It is said that oranges grown in Huainan are tangerines, and oranges grown in Huaibei are oranges. Wu Guo was able to give birth to such a virtuous gentleman as Jizi, which also shows that the gentleman's style prevails there, and the people are good at raising sages!"

"Amazing! Young man. The state of Lu has Confucius sitting with you, so why not be prosperous in the future?"

Wu Feng put "Orange Counseling" into his sleeve with a smile: "If you say it, I will also truthfully convey it to Ji Zi."

After finishing speaking, he turned to the entourage behind him and said, "Bring me the gift I prepared for you earlier."

The entourage stepped forward and presented a wooden box wrapped in brocade, and in the box was a white jade wrench with a simple shape.

Wu Feng said with a smile: "I heard that Confucius taught not only poems, books, rites and music, but also archery and driving. I practiced archery with my father since I was a child, so I naturally know the hard work.

I see that your right knuckles are full of calluses. I think it must be caused by practicing archery and not paying attention to protection.You and I hit it off right away, and when we parted, I didn't know what to give you, so I simply gave you a finger puller, wishing you great success in archery as soon as possible. "

Zaiyu didn't expect Wu Feng to be so bold. He not only gave him a bunch of books from the academy, but also gave him an archery finger that he had always dreamed of.

Practicing archery is hard work, and if you are not careful, your skin will be cut by the bowstring and you will sink into your flesh.

Moreover, the Confucian disciples' practice of the six arts of a gentleman is not just talking about it, but it really has to be practiced, with the pursuit of excellence as the goal.

To put it bluntly, they study poetry, books, rites and music to prepare for governing the country, and learn archery and driving to prepare for future wars.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, there was no distinction between civil and military. If one wanted to become a famous big shot, one would naturally have to be in the hall and on the battlefield.

Zai Yu looked at the white jade ring finger in the brocade box, and was a little moved in his heart.

Wu Feng is a person who can do it!

Come and don't come, it's indecent.

If you give me such a good thing, then I will naturally reciprocate.

Zai Yu took the brocade box, took out the finger puller inside, then went back to his seat and took out a piece of paper, wrote a few big characters, folded the paper in half, put it in the brocade box, and handed it back to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng looked at the brocade box suspiciously and said, "My son, what are you?"

Zai Yu said: "White jade fingers are very valuable. According to etiquette, I should give back a gift of equal value to prove that I have no greed for ink."

Wu Feng heard this, and laughed indifferently: "You and I are friends of gentlemen, a finger-wringing is nothing more than that."

After hearing this, Zai Yu said solemnly: "Bo Chan, a finger wrench may not mean much to you, but it is quite precious to me.

And the few words I wrote, although it is nothing to me.But for you and your father, it is also a very precious item! "

Wu Feng frowned slightly after hearing this, his curiosity was immediately aroused.

"Oh? My son, are the few words you wrote really as valuable as you said? How is it compared to "Ode to Orange"?"

From the very beginning, Wu Feng was very envious of Ji Zi being praised in "Ode to Orange", so naturally he also hoped that he could also have a poem that could be handed down to future generations.

But he knew that his moral cultivation was far inferior to Ji Zi's, so he didn't bother to mention it.

However, if Zaiyu forced it, he couldn't refuse it, could he?

Thinking of this, Wu Feng couldn't help showing a smile. He reached out and wanted to open the brocade box to see what kind of gorgeous poems Zai Yu had written for him.

Unexpectedly, Jae Yu actually stopped him: "This box cannot be opened now."

"Why?" Wu Feng was stunned: "If you don't open it now, when will you open it?"

Zai Yu looked serious: "We must wait until the moment of life and death."

"At the time of life and death?"

Wu Feng looked around, but found that the people around him were all in a daze like him, and they didn't understand what Jae Yu was singing today.

Wu Feng pondered for a while.

If the child I wrote to me is a poem, and I am now Kaifeng.

Everyone will definitely think that I have low sentiments, and I sold my talent for a white jade finger.

No wonder!

Sure enough, he is a gentleman of the Lu country, and it is too embarrassing!
Wu Feng thought he had guessed what Jae Yu was thinking, so he no longer asked to open the box, but put the brocade box in his sleeve.

"Okay, then I will listen to you."

Only then did Zaiyu heave a sigh of relief. After he bid farewell to Wu Feng, Confucius led the students to bid farewell to Wu Feng one by one.

After tossing and tossing for a while, he sent this famous general away.

After seeing off the guests, the sound of reading in the past soon resounded in the academy, and the master also returned to the podium to continue the teaching along with the lessons of the previous few days.

While Zai Yu was listening to the class, he was still muttering to himself.

The master spoke a little fast today, presumably because the progress in the past few days has fallen too much, so I have to speed up the progress.

After a while, the summer solstice will also come, and after the sacrificial ceremony, the master will also perform the duties of Xiao Zongbo.

By that time, the time for lectures will definitely be greatly reduced, right?

Jae Yu was just thinking wildly, today's class will soon be over.

Just after school, Zi Gong leaned over to him and asked, "My son, what did you write on the paper you gave Wu Feng? Why are you still so mysterious."

Jae Yu glanced at him: "Want to know?"

"Ah."

"Why should I tell you? Wu Feng gave me a white jade finger ring, what are you going to give me?"

"Aren't you open-eyed when you see money? What's the relationship between us? You don't want to lose face if you ask me for money, do you?"

Zai Yu didn't bother to talk to this Spring and Autumn whoring monster, he picked up the small cloth bag and left after sorting out his personal belongings on the table.

Zaiyu is in front, Zigong is behind, Yan Hui is holding a bamboo slip while looking at it, and it is attached at the end.

After the three arrived at Zigong's house, Yan went back to the study to tidy up the scattered bamboo slips.

Zaiyu and Zigong ran to the backyard and sat down, both of them had a pile of brand new bamboo slips, which were all repaired by Yan Hui a few days ago.

The two each picked up a bamboo slip, tore it apart without even thinking about it, and then mixed the scattered bamboo slips into a ball.

Except for making paper, this is all the work of Zaiyu and Zigong these days after school.

Yan Hui was repairing in the front yard, and the two of them were tearing up in the back yard.

There was no way, it was too difficult for them to let Yan Hui have a mouthful of hot food.

While the two were tearing up, Zigong brought up the previous topic again.

"What the hell did you write?"

Jae Yu was so annoyed by him that he simply told him to stay quiet.

"It's nothing, just a few words."

"What?"

Zaiyu put down the bamboo slips, raised his head and looked to the south, guessing that Wu Feng should have walked out of Qufu this time.

So he read slowly: "If the king is not the king, then the minister will not be the minister. One eye hangs on the east gate. There is no way to go to the sky, and there is no way to go down to the earth. Where will Kou Qiuhuan go?"

Zi Gong was taken aback when he heard that, "Where are you going?"

Zai Yu suddenly smiled: "Ben Lu."

As the sun was setting, Wu Feng was sitting on the rickety carriage, and he had already opened the brocade box. After all, he did not follow Zai Yu's instructions.

Wu Feng looked at the ink stains in the brocade box, puzzled.

"My son, what do you mean by this sentence?"

　The monthly ticket just sat quietly on the grass, a little far away from me.I looked at it out of the corner of my eye and said nothing.Language is a source of misunderstanding.But, every day, I can sit closer to it...

　　——Excerpt from "Zaiyu's Diary"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)