Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 434: How many past events have become ancient in the jokes
It is made entirely of brass, with wheat and rice ears edging on the top and bottom, and a very common labor tool in the middle, shining brightly in the sun.

It feels heavy when held in the hand and the workmanship is a bit rough, but compared to Wang Shichong's technical capabilities, it is already very strong.

According to Xia Lin's design, there are six pieces in this set. At Zhuo Heng's formal apprenticeship banquet, Xia Lin placed one of them in his palm and said, "From today on, you are considered to be the master's official disciple. He is very opposed to dogma. So there are no rules, but there are things you need to remember. However, this cannot be explained in a short time. For the time being, you should just follow me and travel the world."

"Thank you, Master... Senior Brother..."

Wang Zhuoheng was about to kneel down, but Xia Lin held his hand tightly. "The first lesson for a man is that his knees are made of gold. First, kneel to the sky; second, kneel to the earth; third, kneel to your parents."

"I understand, senior brother."

Although Wang Shichong who was standing by felt something was strange, he was still happy in his heart. Apart from anything else, the most important thing in this era was the master-disciple relationship. You could say that Xia Lin's background was not noble enough, but no one could deny his ability. If his son became his disciple, even if he was defeated in the future, at least there would be someone to protect his son and continue the bloodline of his Wang family.

"From now on, Zhuo Heng will be entrusted to you."

Wang Shichong let out a long sigh and said, "Zhuo Heng, now that you have a master, you can no longer be as naughty as before."

"I know, Father."

Wang Shichong was very pleased to see his son's appearance and couldn't help laughing a few times: "Okay, okay, I'm a rough man and don't understand those red tapes. Let's eat and have fun!"

At that time, people actually attached great importance to the matter of becoming a disciple. Not to mention that he was the son of Wang Shichong, even if he was the emperor's prince, he had to pay his respects when he saw his teacher. Emperor Hongbao was almost seventy years old, and he was still respectful when he saw the prime minister of the dynasty.

The same is true for Zhuo Heng. He is currently Xia Lin's little follower. After getting up in the morning, he will quietly wait at Xia Lin's door for him to open the door, then serve breakfast to his senior brother and quietly wait for him to finish his meal.

"Brother, what is your intention in giving me this badge?"

Zhuo Heng curiously took out the seal and spread it out in his hand: "I have pondered it for a long time, and I think there must be a mystery, but I just can't figure it out."

Xia Lin smiled and motioned Zhuo Heng to sit down and took the badge from him: "These ears of wheat and rice represent the country. Do you understand this?"

"clear."

"The sickle and hammer are placed in the middle and crossed. Do you know what they are?"

“That’s what I don’t understand.”

Xia Lin nodded: "This sickle represents the farmers in the countryside, and this hammer represents the craftsmen in the city. It means that only farmers and workers can save the country."

How reactionary this statement is in today's world can be clearly felt by looking at Zhuo Heng's pupils shaking, because he has been taught since he was a child that the king's power is granted by heaven, and only by relying on the emperor can one lead the people and save the country.

But now his "senior brother" has directly eliminated this core, and even the scholar-merchant class has been eliminated by him.

It was difficult for Zhuo Heng to imagine how the most useless, incompetent and inconspicuous peasants and craftsmen could be used to accomplish the great cause of saving the country. He did not understand and could not understand.

"I guess you probably won't understand it for a while. So, let me explain to you the composition of the country."

Xia Lin took out paper and pen and began to teach Zhuo Heng a political and ideological lesson. In just one morning, he had overturned the education he had received over the past decade.

Originally, he couldn't understand or see through many things, but now his senior brother can use the shortest words to clear up the confusion for him.

At first, he was alone. Later, the eldest brother of the Dugu family also came. Xia Lin was talking about what they were doing. But compared to Zhuo Heng, the eldest brother of Dugu had a more rigid mindset. She had doubts and objections to many of Xia Lin's interpretations. But Xia Lin did not rush to refute them. Instead, he continued to talk. After finishing a part, he asked Zhuo Heng to confront the eldest brother of Dugu...

Zhuo Heng is certainly not as talented as Brother Dugu, so he will naturally be refuted completely. When his self-confidence is extremely hit, Xia Lin will tell him the art of breaking the Tao.

In this way, a month passed in a flash, and Xia Lin also spent a month in Xuzhou. The Mid-Autumn Festival came. The things he should do, the work he should complete, and the departments he should connect with in Xuzhou had almost been resolved. Wang Shichong also received the official reprimand from the court as he wished.

Even though it was just a reprimand, as long as there was this reprimand, it was equivalent to the court officially accepting Wang Shichong back into the court system.

At this time, Xia Lin should leave. His next step is to carry out the work of destroying Buddhism in Henan Province, and this time his destination is Luoyang, his hometown.

Before leaving, Wang Shichong naturally showed more concern because of his relationship with Zhuo Heng. When he was walking with Xia Lin, he said with some concern: "You still have the duty of destroying Buddhism on this trip, but I'm afraid that Luoyang is not that easy to deal with."

"Well, it's time to resort to violence."

"Yes, Luoyang is the old capital. Others may not know it, but I am very familiar with it. The clans and families there are intertwined and intertwined. I am afraid that your visit may be a bit threatening."

After hearing this, Xia Lin smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Wang. If I sense anything wrong, I will run away immediately."

"That's good, that's good. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and began to instruct Zhuo Heng: "When you are out, you must listen to your senior brother in everything. Don't try to show off your abilities or take risks."

"I understand, Father."

After saying that, Zhuo Heng stepped forward and gave Wang Shichong a hug. This hug made Wang Shichong stunned. Although it was a bit against Tian Gang, it also made him feel a little emotional. The great hero almost had tears in his eyes. "Father, wait for me to come back. I will tell you the stories on the road!"

"Okay, okay." Wang Shichong nodded gently: "But next time..."

He wanted to say that he should not be so rude next time, but he stopped talking and changed the subject: "But next time you come back, please bring me some food from Luoyang. I haven't tasted it for many years and I miss it very much."

"I know, Father!"

Zhuo Heng stood on the carriage and waved to Wang Shichong, facing the morning sunlight. His old father seemed a little dazed. He felt that Zhuo Heng looked exactly like himself when he said goodbye to his parents. It has been nearly forty years, and looking at Zhuo Heng now, it seems like a reincarnation.

Zhuo Heng, who was away from his father for the first time, was also extremely excited. He leaned on the window of the carriage and looked outside, reciting a nursery rhyme: "Little fish, little fish, swim quickly, you are free in all directions!"

Xia Lin sat next to him and just smiled, but he did not stop the young man's yearning for the world outside the ivory tower.

The reason for bringing him out is actually to let him walk around and see more of this land, otherwise with his identity he won't be able to see the details.

"Zhuo Heng."

"Brother!"

The boy's clear voice was delightful, and when he turned around, Xia Lin could even see light.

"Going to Luoyang this time may be dangerous, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

"Well, besides that, there may be something else I want to do to test you. I wonder if you can bear it."

"Brother, please feel free to test me. Zhuo Heng can handle it."

In fact, Xia Lin can understand his innocence, just like he can understand that there will be people in the future who will say something like "The Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties were absurd and beautiful". Because they are protected too well, they cannot see the pain and despair of the people at the bottom of society, so they are shallow and sunny.

Allow young people sunshine, but also allow them to see the dark clouds.

"Brother, last time we talked about the three mountains, I still don't quite understand."

"Don't panic. Master's teaching is that true knowledge comes from practice. You can't deeply experience what I say. I will take you around and you will understand."

"Okay senior brother."

The wheels rolled forward. From Xuzhou to Luoyang, it was exactly a thousand miles, but the roads in the Central Plains were open, so it only took seven days to get there.

Today’s boss of Henan Province is still surnamed Hong, the same Big Brother Hong who helped Xia Lin defend the city back then.

After Xia Lin arrived here, the two met enthusiastically. Hong Zhoumu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you haven't been back for two or three years. I miss you a lot."

"Who are these two?"

Xia Lin quickly let Zhuo Heng and Brother Dugu out: "The shorter one is my bedmate, Dugu Han."

"Oh!!! You are from the Dugu family, nice to meet you." Hongzhou Mu bowed to Dugu Han and said, "I have heard of you many times, but I never thought that you and my brother Xia were classmates."

Dugu Han smiled dryly, then bowed in return and hit Xia Lin directly with the fan he carried with him.

Xia Lin introduced Zhuo Heng with a smile: "This is the youngest son of Wang Shichong, Wang Situ, and also my junior fellow apprentice. He is traveling around the states with me."

"Wang...ah, oh!!!" Hongzhou Mu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, everyone who comes from afar is a guest. Being here is like going home. Then, brother, you go back to my home first. Your sister-in-law was still thinking about you a few days ago. I will go back after I finish the official business at hand."

"Okay, I also brought some gifts for my sister-in-law and aunt."

"Ah, you scholars are just polite."

On the way to his house, Dugu Han asked curiously, "How come you have friends all over the world? Do you know a few of them, good or bad?"

Xia Lin patted Zhuo Heng's thigh and said, "Answer!"

Zhuo Heng said cheerfully: "Unite all those who can be united, try not to become enemies with others in non-core conflicts, and try not to choose high-intensity conflicts as the main goal, but do not rule out using high-intensity conflicts as a means."

"Okay, okay, you guys know how to play. You've all got this on."

"This is methodology, brother." Xia Lin looked up: "It seems that when it comes to talent, Zhuo Heng is really talented. You can't, brother Dugu."

(End of this chapter)