The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Really! He is no longer a scholar. He became a scholar in a place called Shengxu. I was dumbfounded when I heard about it. You can say that you are a disciple of Confucius!"

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Old man Zhang rushed out and grabbed Xiao Shao's "Wenbao".

Xiao Shao hesitated for a moment and handed the "Wen Bao" to Old Man Zhang.

Old man Zhang opened the newspaper and was immediately shocked by the headline on the front page.

"With a hundred-blood bounty, Fang Yun went straight to the bachelor's hunting list!" "Fang Yun was promoted before becoming a saint!" "Fang Yunwen surpassed Qingguo!"...

Old man Zhang also often buys "Wenbao", but this is the first time he has seen such a situation on the front page.

Afterwards, Old Man Zhang carefully watched Fang Yunwen's battle with Yizhou. He became more and more happy as he watched, and finally couldn't help but grin.

"Okay! Okay! He's got the guts! Well done! When I saw Fang Yun before, I said he was the best among men, but I didn't expect him to be the one I expected!"

Xiao Shao curled his lips and said, "Uncle Zhang, when Mr. Fang came to Yuhai City, he was already a scholar before the saints and a dragon among men. You don't need to tell him."

"Haha, that's true, that's true... Sigh, you kid is really not smart, why don't you buy a few more copies of "Wenbao"? I have to look at the fruit stall, and I can't buy it if I want to, I can only wait until the evening Go buy it!" Old Man Zhang complained.

"I really wanted to buy a few more copies! But as soon as I bought one, I was pushed away. The people behind me didn't give me a chance to buy a second copy. Didn't you see that the people selling "Wenbao" were all Very busy."

"That's true. More people buy "Wenbao" than "Holy Way". I have always read "Wenbao" and "Holy Way" not so much. I occasionally read the poems in it. But as long as there is Mr. Fang's in it, Poetry, I will definitely buy it.”

"There will definitely be Master Fang's poems next month."

"Of course! We have shared the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart, and if it is spread all over the world, it will definitely be in the "Holy Way"! You go ahead and I will find a way to get someone to help me bring back a copy of the "Wen Bao"." Old man Zhang said.

"Then I'm leaving." Xiao Shao left happily.

Old man Zhang looked at the fruit stand, frowned, then looked up in the direction of the temple, then looked at the fruit stand, looking back and forth several times, and finally felt that making money was important.

"It's not too late to buy some at night. It's not impossible to buy them." After finishing speaking, Old Man Zhang continued to look at the fruit stall.

However, whenever he met an acquaintance who was going to the liberal arts college, he would definitely ask them if they wanted to buy the Wenbao, and if they did, bring a copy for him. It wasn't until he asked the seventh person that Old Man Zhang got his wish and generously handed the other person two oranges.

Old man Zhang no longer had the intention of selling things. He no longer shouted and started chatting with people when he saw them approaching him as before. Instead, he kept looking in the direction of the liberal arts college, hoping to see Fang Yunwen Dou's process again.

After a quarter of an hour, Old Man Zhang let out a light sigh and saw hundreds of people walking towards the direction of the literary college. Most of them were carrying something in their hands, including vegetables, cloth, chickens, ducks, fruits, and the Four Treasures of the Study. All.

The people were of all shapes and colors, some were old people, some were children, some were women, some were scholars, some were dressed in brocade, some were in coarse cloth, all kinds of different, as if people from the same street went out shopping together and came back together.

Old man Zhang was puzzled and murmured in his heart that these people didn't look like they were going shopping together, but rather like visiting relatives together, but it was too weird for hundreds of people to visit relatives together.

Seeing those people walking together, Old Man Zhang was still a little wary, but he quickly relaxed, because most of these people were beaming with joy, but some of them had red eyes, as if they had just cried, and they did not look like they were going to cause trouble.

When those people came to the fruit stall, Old Man Zhang opened his mouth, closed it, opened his mouth again, and repeated it several times. His desire to make money finally took over, and he said softly: "Selling fruit! Big and sweet pears. Big and sweet apples, big and sweet...wrong name."

When Old Man Zhang found that several people were looking at him, he blushed, and then said shamelessly: "I sell fruit! Fresh and delicious fruits, a must-have for visiting relatives and friends! Isn't it a good idea to carry vegetables..." Old Man Zhang He looked at the women carrying vegetables with some guilt.

Several of them came over immediately without bringing anything.

"Here comes a pound of oranges."

"Two pounds of pears!"

Old man Zhang was so happy that he thought he had met a fool. These people were not well-dressed. They didn’t even ask about the price, they just talked about the weight. They were obviously fat sheep. What they usually like the most are these people who don’t know how to buy things. people.

"Everyone, please line up and wait a moment. Come one by one. There are many things. Weigh them slowly. The portions are sufficient!" Old Man Zhang immediately began to weigh the oranges for the first customer. The scale beam was raised high. Old Man Zhang had his own insistence. The fruit is sold as a gift at a high price, but it is very generous. Only people have always said it is expensive, and no one has said it is short.

After weighing a pound of oranges, Old Man Zhang put the oranges into a gorgeous paper bag, handed them to the man, and said, "Thank you for your patronage, ten cents."

The man was stunned for a moment, but said nothing. He silently took out some copper coins from his pocket, counted out ten coins and handed them over.

When Old Man Zhang looked at the copper coin, he frowned slightly. It was quite damaged. The man's hands were also a little dirty and had many scars on them. But he didn't say anything. He smiled and said thank you, and then continued to give the second coin. Personally called pear.

The second person received the same amount, twice the market price.

Then, Old Man Zhang weighed two kilograms of apples, packed them and handed them to the third customer, saying casually: "Take it, Chenghui's twelve cents. Where are you going?"

The middle-aged man in coarse cloth smiled and said, "I heard this morning that Fang Zhenguo defeated Qingguo in literature. I was very happy. He finally helped our Jingguo to fight for his country. It was so satisfying! I thought I should do something at that time. I happened to hear that a few scholars said they knew where Fang Zhenguo lived and prepared to send gifts to thank him, so I followed him. My family is poor and I have nothing. I don't know what to buy on the road. Now I'm almost there. I can't go to see Fang Zhenguo empty-handed, so I bought it from you. Here are twelve coins."

Old man Zhang was stunned. His hand was suspended in the air, watching the twelve coins fall into his hand. Somehow, he felt that the twelve coins were heavier than a mountain, and he was a little breathless.

Old man Zhang looked at the middle-aged man again. There were several puddings on his clothes. His cloth shoes were worn out and stained with mud. The man's skin was very rough. The wrinkles on his forehead and the premature gray hair on his temples showed that he was a middle-aged man with a heavy burden of life.

Old man Zhang felt sour in his heart, and wanted to slap himself. He thought that those who came here to buy his fruit as gifts were at least relatively wealthy people, and there had never been poor people who came to buy. But these people came to buy things without even asking the price, which was obviously unusual. He actually ignored it just because he wanted to make money.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man turned and left.

"Wait!" Old man Zhang kept the three coins in his hand and forced the nine coins to the middle-aged man, "There is a rule in my stall. If you send fruit to Mr. Fang Yun's house, you must pay the cost price! I don't make a penny! I didn't know you were buying for Mr. Fang before, I'm sorry! Don't refuse, this is a rule, I can't break the rules when doing business! Those who buy oranges and pears, you two wait."

Old man Zhang grabbed a handful of dirty copper coins, ran towards the two people, and forced the extra money to the two people, which was equivalent to charging only the cost price.

After sending the money, Old man Zhang ran back briskly, smiling all the way, as if he had pushed away the mountain pressing on his heart.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but just gave a thumbs up, with sincere gratitude and respect in his eyes.

Old man Zhang felt more and more comfortable, and simply shouted: "Selling fruits! Anyone who gives gifts to Master Fang Yun will sell at cost price! Not a penny will be earned! Anyone who earns such unscrupulous money will be struck by lightning!"

"Good job, old man!" a teenager shouted loudly.

"Look, this is our Jing countryman, with a straight spine and hard bones!" said a big man.

"There are still many good people in the world!"

"I'll buy two kilograms of oranges too."

Old man Zhang straightened his waist involuntarily, looking younger and younger.

These hundreds of people were just the beginning. Later, some people came one after another, either carrying things or empty-handed. Many people came here after asking along the way. Some people didn't know how far they had gone and how many people they had asked before they got here.

Many people came to buy things from Old Man Zhang. Old Man Zhang was very happy to sell. This was the first day in his life that he was very happy to sell even though he didn't make any money.

The fruits on the stall were reduced at a very fast speed, and soon there were only a dozen apples left, but there were many people queuing.

"There are not many things left. One person can buy at most four. No, four is unlucky, so the maximum is three." Old man Zhang said while weighing apples.

Seeing that there were only five apples left, Old man Zhang was about to weigh them all, but suddenly he was stunned, put down the scale, gave an apologetic smile to the last young man, and said: "I'm sorry, I don't sell these apples anymore."

"Ah? What's wrong? I'll pay, I'll pay twice the money!" The young man was anxious.

Old man Zhang smiled, holding the paper bag in his hand, and said: "I haven't given Mr. Fang a gift yet, this is my share."

The young man's expression eased, nodded, and began to look around for a place to sell things.

Old man Zhang packed five apples, packed up the wheelbarrow, and pushed it towards Fang Yun's house.

When he got closer, Old man Zhang saw Fang Daniu and the doorman at the door constantly clasping their fists to apologize to everyone, while speaking in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Our master just came back from Kongcheng and is sleeping. He can't see guests. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

"The master is too tired. We don't have the heart to call him. I'm sorry, everyone!"

An old man also said in a low voice: "You don't have to be polite. We don't have to see him. People are here, gifts are here, and we just want him to know our heart. No matter how the treacherous ministers in the court treat him, we Jingguo people are of the same mind as Fang Yun!"

An old woman carried a small bundle and said: "I think so too. This is the steamed bun I steamed. I don't ask him to eat it, but I want to send it to him to let him see that we Yuhai City people are thinking about him in our hearts!"

"When Qingguo led the river monster to harm people, my father was killed. This is the basket I woven by myself. I give it to Fang Zhenguo to thank him for avenging me! I won't disturb him anymore." The young man in his early twenties put down the basket woven with rattan and turned to leave.

Old man Zhang sighed softly, showing a comfortable smile, then lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes.