Confucian Cultivator Under One Person

Chapter 31 Chance Encounter

Confucianism is the most exclusive!

What is this "teaching for all"? Just listen to it and don't take it seriously.

In the eyes of Confucianism, except for the people on their own land, all others are called "barbarians" - otherwise, there would be no "debate between Chinese and barbarians".

Anyone who can say “Those who are not of my race must have different hearts”, does he really think that he can “accommodate all kinds of people”?

If humans are like this, let alone aliens, otherwise, the Human Sect and the Demon Sect in the Investiture of the Gods would not be able to fight each other.

Confucian contempt chain: Hua - Huayi - Manyi - Manyi alien...

……

Guan Shihua walked away thoughtfully.

However, Fu Yuan knew that this matter was not over yet. She should have gone to discuss it with the company. As for whether the company would agree, that had nothing to do with Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan naturally couldn't finish a whole pot of stewed goose in an iron pot. After eating until he was 80% full, he packed up the rest.

After getting dressed and walking out of the restaurant, Fu Yuan shuddered subconsciously.

In the winter in Northeast China, the inside and outside of the house are completely two different worlds.

Get on your bike and keep going.

……

I rode for a few days, and during the day, I would occasionally see a taxi passing by on the road.

Even at night, when Fu Yuan found a place to sleep in a tent on the side of the road, taxis kept whizzing past.

It was okay once or twice, but after so many times, Fu Yuan felt unhappy and simply turned off the highway and entered the country road.

The purpose of learning is to use it, and once you use it, you will feel satisfied and happy.

This is what is meant by “Learning with a view to practicing it from time to time, is it not a pleasure?”

Imagine you possess extraordinary fighting prowess, but are constrained by a stable social order, rendering your abilities useless. Would you secretly wish for something bad to happen? For example, someone might actively cause trouble for you? Or attack you?

If this happens, will you run away and call the police, or will you rely on your own fighting ability to solve it?

This is what an alien is like!

Possessing extraordinary powers, if one does not take the initiative to cause trouble, it is already considered a good virtue. But when trouble strikes, how many people can restrain themselves from taking action?

"If one does not get angry when people do not know him, is he not a gentleman?" This shows the virtue of a gentleman.

In the policy of managing aliens, not to mention their inner virtues, at least the external material conditions cannot be the reason for the aliens to disrupt order.

Removing the need for strangers to worry about money can actually make social order more stable.

Therefore, whether Yiren does business himself or supports others to do business, there will be corresponding policy support. As long as they abide by the law and pay taxes, it doesn't matter who does business.

Even for Fu Yuan, Xu Xiang took the initiative to offer him a way to make money.

In the Northeast, taxi companies were established mainly by "Chu Ma Xian" - to put it simply, the taxi industry here has an extraordinary background.

So taxis appeared around Fu Yuan one after another, and the purpose was obvious.

……

After entering the country road, there were no more taxis.

However, after riding for a while, Fu Yuan found that he didn't know where he was.

It was getting dark. I thought I would have to camp outdoors in the snow and ice tonight, but I found a village not far ahead.

The village doesn't look big, with only a dozen households, but at least it's a place to shelter from the wind.

When Fu Yuan entered the village, he happened to see an old man walking towards the outside of the village with a cane.

Fu Yuan got out of the car and made way. When the old man passed by, he bowed slightly as a sign of respect.

The old man was filled with murderous aura, and no one knew how many people he had killed... In addition, this murderous aura seemed particularly "calm", without any "unrighteous" meaning. Fu Yuan was sure that he was an old revolutionary soldier.

There is a psychological disease called "Post-traumatic Stress Disorder of War Syndrome". If you suffer from this disease, you might as well think more about why you killed people!

Killing people to protect the people and save the country is justified and justified!

Just like this old man, he is obviously very old and still needs to use a cane, but the way he walks, his back is straighter than anyone else!

Sure enough, the more you travel, the more you see and the more you know.

The old man didn't react at all. He just looked at Fu Yuan strangely, walked on by himself, and was soon lost in the night.

Only after the old man had passed by did Fu Yuan push the cart into the village.

As soon as I entered the village, I heard a burst of crying and shouting from the village...

"Dad..."

"Dad... why did you leave..."

“Dad…Dad…”

"..."

Fu Yuan pushed the cart over, parked it at the door, shook off the snow on his body, and then opened the thick door curtain and walked in.

The room was warm and filled with people. There was a bed in the room, and lying on it was an old man, dead.

It was clearly the old man who had just passed by Fu Yuan.

A son and a daughter lay on the bed crying, and many people in the crowd were also wiping their tears.

Fu Yuan waited for a while, and seeing that his children were still crying and the others didn't show any reaction, he couldn't help but say, "Alright, filial sons and daughters, please accept my condolences first. Set up the mourning hall and let the old man pass away peacefully."

Perhaps because Fu Yuan's words sounded too matter-of-fact, no one objected. The children also stood up crying and started to clean up.

Fu Yuan naturally took command and directed the people in the room to take action.

"The mourning hall is in the middle of the room..."

"Head facing north, feet facing south..."

"If anyone has fine linen, please donate some..."

"Do you have yellow paper? Do you have brush and ink..."

"..."

The people around naturally listened to Fu Yuan's instructions, and some people whispered about who this person was, but no one came to ask Fu Yuan in person.

Even the two children did not move, they just knelt beside the brazier according to Fu Yuan's instructions.

Fu Yuan was sitting at a nearby table, writing with a brush, and whispered, "I want to write a memorial for the old man. Please tell me about him... What's his name? Date of birth..."

The old man's daughter explained it in detail, and his son supplemented it.

After Fu Yuan finished writing the edict, he left a sentence "I'll find a place to take a nap, and the filial sons and daughters will guard the spirit." Then he found a bed, lay down in his clothes and went to sleep.

"Who is this person? He looks so young. Where did you find him?"

"Didn't you find it?"

"..."

The two looked at each other, confused.

"That might have been found by someone else..."

……

The next morning, Fu Yuan got up, washed up, and sent the two sleepy people to take a nap. He then asked the people who came to help to make breakfast.

In the morning, more and more people came, not only villagers, but also many who drove here, and even some leaders who came from nowhere...

The filial sons and daughters knelt in front of the coffin to return the greetings. Fu Yuan moved a stool and sat at the door to help keep the accounts.

He acted like a family member, and no one suspected him.

Until a tall middle-aged man stood in front of Fu Yuan and looked at him strangely.

Fu Yuan asked without even looking up: "Name?"

"Gao Lian."

Fu Yuan wrote down his name and knocked on the gift box on the table.

Gao Lian was speechless. "...Ten thousand."

Fu Yuan wrote "Silk and gold ten thousand" under his name and said, "Mourners please come in, filial sons and daughters will return the greetings."

The voice was so rhythmic.

Gao Lian was even more speechless, and couldn't help but ask, "No... Fu Yuan, you don't even know me, what are you doing here?"

Fu Yuan then looked up and saw what a strong man he was, a typical Northeastern man. Even with a pair of glasses he couldn't hide his toughness... He was also an extraordinary person!

"you are?"

Gao Lian had a strange expression on his face: "Gao Lian, the head of the Gao family, the person in charge of the company's Northeast region... a stranger!"

Fu Yuan suddenly realized that he had heard Du Xiaozhai talk about this person. It turned out that he was one of the Ten Lords, but he had quit the Ten Lords and joined the company.

"I passed by here last night and saw they were in such a mess, I helped them out..."

Having been discovered, Fu Yuan put down his pen somewhat angrily, took out a stack of money from his pocket, counted out five bills and threw them into the box.

Then he wrote down "Fu Yuan, silk and gold five hundred" with a pen, went into the room and pulled someone in to take his place.

Then he was ready to leave.

Gao Lian was in a state of confusion, so he pulled him aside and said, "Wait a minute, I have something to talk to you about."

Fu Yuan wondered, "What's the matter, Mr. Gao?"

Gao Lian pulled Fu Yuan aside, away from the others, and lowered his voice, saying, "Regarding the matter of deifying the gods... can it really be deified?"

Fu Yuan glanced at him and said, "Mr. Gao, you can't ask me about this. It was Grandma Guan who came up with the idea of ​​'Conferred Gods'. You should ask her."

Gao Lian said sternly, "Fu Yuan, I'm not asking you on my own behalf, but on behalf of a higher authority!"

"Ok."