Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

"Teacher, the front should be Yangzhai County in Yingchuan County."

"Um……"

The old man bowed his head and walked into the yard glumly.

Some time ago, he was the Confucian scholar who led a group of disciples to intercept the convoy and finally survived.

"Teacher, let's keep a low profile during this time, it's too dangerous outside." The young disciple whispered.

Since the past two days, the tone of the people has changed.

These Confucian people dare not go out wearing long robes and high crowns.

If you want to go out without being scrutinized with disgusting eyes, you can only wear the clothes of ordinary people, or even other schools.

This is undoubtedly a great shame for them.

But what is the situation now...

"How can these people be so stubborn and stubborn! I'm going to be scolded by people for doing righteous things. It's really not ancient, people's hearts are not ancient!"

The Confucian old man was obviously distressed by this.

So this time I made up my mind to rush to Yingchuan in the famine.

Look at the people who are full of indignation eating the old grain and chaff.

And tell the scene here to those ignorant people in Sanchuan County!

After half an hour, the master and the apprentice came to the villages around the county seat.

Coincidentally, a group of slightly thin men ran into the village with their bags excitedly on their faces.

The old man hurriedly motioned for his disciple to stop someone.

"Young man, I heard that you have a famine here, and you don't look like you are hungry when you run so fast?"

"You say this, then you have to thank your majesty today."

The young man smiled and patted the bag on his shoulder.

"As soon as our famine came together, Xianyang's disaster relief food was delivered."

"Although it's all old grain and bran, at least everyone can eat it, so that they won't be hungry, hehehe."

"what!"

The old man became anxious when he heard this.

He directly lifted a stick and swiped it on the young man's food bag.

"Snapped!"

The sackcloth bag, which was already tattered, was directly pulled out.

The gray-yellow old grains and chaff were scattered all over the ground.

"Look at you! These old grains and bran are all eaten by animals!"

"Can't eat it! Absolutely can't eat it!"

"what are you doing!"

Seeing the food scattered all over the ground, the young man immediately became angry.

"This is the life-saving food for me and my parents! You old man...you you you."

Young people are popular is to stomp.

The surrounding villagers also heard the sound and gathered around.

Seeing a lot of people, the Confucian old man pointed his stick at the grain on the ground and cursed loudly:

"This Xianyang Palace is immoral, and it obviously has good food, but it uses these animals to eat things to help the victims."

"Folks, open your eyes and see, they don't treat you as human beings!"

"This food we can...

"Fuck you!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, a middle-aged man flew straight and kicked the Confucian old man far away.

Seeing that he still wanted to go up and continue hammering the old man, the people around him hurriedly grabbed him.

"From the Mahler Gobi, you Confucian scholars who don't worry about food and clothing know the shit!"

The middle-aged man looked at the old man on the ground with red eyes.

"If it wasn't for your Confucian scholars, who were fed up and stopped several convoys carrying grain, my mother wouldn't starve to death!"

"I'll kill you on a horse!"

"Let go! Let go!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was thin, but his eyes were fierce, the Confucian old man who fell to the ground had completely forgotten the pain in his body.

Looking at the eyes of the surrounding people, it is full of puzzlement.

In the end, the young man who started, squatted down with his head sullen, and carefully picked up the scumbags that had been scattered all over the ground, and said solemnly:

"If there is no food for these beasts, we will eat the bark of the turf, and even boil the sackcloth into the pot."

"These are all eaten... Mud, grass and wood ashes, although these may kill you."

"But at least it's a stutter."

Listening to the young man's narration, the pupils of the old man and the disciple beside him trembled slightly.

But the Confucian old man still said unwillingly: "But they can give you better food..."

"Wouldn't that be less? The people have no taxes and the treasury is empty, as everyone knows."

"I heard that I can take out so much, but it was taken from other counties."

"Not enough food, I starved to death? Or did he starve to death?"

The young man collected the food, got up and looked down at the Confucian old man on the ground and continued:

"I've been reading for two years."

"Confucius said: I heard that there are people who have a family, and they do not suffer from few but from unevenness."

"If there is good food, some people will starve. If I have you or not, isn't the world in chaos?"

After the young man finished speaking, he turned his head and left.

A group of villagers also left after leaving their disdainful eyes and spit.

Only the embarrassed master and apprentice were left, stunned in place.

After an unknown amount of time, the Confucian old man limped up and walked towards the county town without saying a word.

Speechless all the way.

It was not until he felt the post station in the county town that the old man let out a long sigh.

"Alas... a wrong step, a wrong step."

"I didn't expect to live for half a hundred years, and now it's not as good as a young man."

He looked up at the cloudy sky, and the last trace of divine light in his eyes dissipated.

Now this is happening...

If nothing unexpected happens.

Confucianism... Maybe it's going to decline like this.

And all of this was because of his own impulse, which ruined the reputation accumulated by the Confucian saints for hundreds of years.

Recalling the glory of the past, I will be despised when I think about walking on the street now.

The old man sighed and walked into the inn house.

He took out the prepared hemp rope from his sleeve and hung it over the beam...*