Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

The bamboo slips are too big, so Gu Nan re-copied all the bamboo slips he wrote in the past into paper copies. Even so, he has written a lot now.

As for the paper she used, she naturally borrowed it from wealthy people from a hundred families, and she didn't have the money in her hands to afford such expensive things.

Speaking of it, I feel a little ashamed, copying other people's books, but using other people's paper.

cough cough.

Along the way, I visited many people from hundreds of families, and often inquired about the situation of other hundred families.

She found this place after inquiring after many times. I heard that there might be Mohist theory circulating here.

In the end, before anyone from the Mo family could be found, it began to rain.The paper at this time is very fragile. If it gets wet by the rain, it may be scrapped. That's why Gu Nan is very careful. She doesn't want to rewrite the half-box of books.

When I ran here just now, I used my internal strength to protect the books so that the box didn't get wet.

Stirring his inner breath on his body, he saw some steam rising from the clothes on Gu Nan's body, and after a short while, the clothes and hair were completely dry.

Doing this consumes a lot of internal energy, and it can even be said to be a waste, but Gu Nan can use it at will.

Sitting against the wall under the eaves, Gu Nan looked at the light rain falling on the street, not knowing when the rain would stop.

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"rustle."

A person dressed as a student was standing between the courtyards with a broom sweeping fallen leaves.

The rain that just fell knocked off a lot of leaves from the trees in the yard, and now it is rather troublesome to sweep up the sticky rainwater.

The student's face was a bit depressed, but it didn't seem to be because of the difficulty of sweeping the fallen leaves, but because of something else.

He is here today to say goodbye to his husband, and he has already prepared his bags and money to go to another Confucian school to study.

However, he is already the last student of the husband, and the husband has always had high expectations of him, and he treats him as his own.Now that he is leaving like this, what should I ask my husband to think about it?

I am afraid that he will be regarded as a person who is driven by power.

Thinking of this, the student smiled wryly, and put his mind on sweeping the floor even more. The broom scraped the ground every now and then.

He didn't want to leave at first, but if he continued to study Mohism, how would he enter the imperial court, how would he get what he wanted, and how would he repay his parents who supported him?

The former friends looked at him differently when they heard about the Mohism he studied, how can they deal with themselves after this continues.

The student silently clenched the broom, he was going to bid farewell today.

"Bang bang bang."

A knock on the door suddenly came from outside, and the student looked up suspiciously, could it be a friend of the husband.

At the moment, I regret it even more, why didn't I say it earlier, now that my husband's friend is here, I am saying that I should be despised by the two people.

With such a heart in his heart, he walked to the door with some embarrassment and opened it.

The person standing outside the door was not the gentleman's friend he thought in his heart, but a person he had never seen before.

The man was dressed in white, with a bamboo hat on his head and a bookcase on his back.

"Excuse me, is this place under Mr. Mo Li's sect?"

The student was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in confusion and said, "Yes, may I ask your Excellency?"

"Oh, that's good." The man in white clothes smiled and said with cupped hands.

"I'm just a student for a while. I heard that Mr. Mo Li is here, so I come to study here. I hope you can recommend me."

"Please, study?" The student's voice stammered a little, and he leaned close to the man in white clothes and said in a low voice.

"Jun, this is the family name of the Mo family."

"I know." He said it as a matter of course, seeing the strange appearance of the student, and asked.

"Could it be that Mr. Mo Li doesn't want to see guests?"

"Ah." The student shook his head again and again, and moved away: "No, no, please go ahead, I will sue Mr. Yu."

He was a little lucky, he was still worried that if he left, it might be difficult for Mo Xue to accept any more students.

Now he doesn't have such worries.

In the past few years, there has been a story circulating among many scholars. There is a man who travels all over the world and visits hundreds of schools in order to learn from them.

There are no taboos in learning, as long as the person wants to learn and the husband is willing to teach, he will come to visit.

It is rumored that this person has a lot of knowledge, ranging from Confucianism, Taoism, and Legalism to Mohism, agriculture, and commerce.

This person is often dressed in white clothes, with a bamboo hat, a black stick around his waist, and a bookcase on his back.

What she has learned and remembered is put in the book box, swimming in the mountains and rivers, and walking in the streets and alleys of the market.

In any place in the country, it is rumored that someone has seen this person.

Some people say that this person is a wanderer in the mountains, others say that this person is a famous master, and some even say that this person is a person among immortals.

It's because someone once saw her singing drunkenly standing on the water in the river. The singing sound was like a fairy music in the clouds, and the words were vague.

Others said that they had seen her take off her bamboo hat, saying that it was an inhuman appearance.

Because he has studied a hundred schools of thought, this person has a title, Mr. Bai Jia.

Originally, everyone also regarded this person as a source of conversation until one day.

A down-and-out scholar saw this person who was hungover on the side of the road, with a bamboo hat covering his face, he looked like he was fast asleep, and the bookcase beside him was left open.

The scholar recognized Mr. Baijia, but when he stepped forward, Mr. Baijia had already woken up.

She didn't take off her bamboo hat, she just sat up lazily, pointed at the bookcase and said with a smile.

"Seeing that you are destined to be with me, you can choose one of the books in this bookcase to read."

The scholar asked for a copy of Legalism for fame, Mr. Baijia rummaged in the bookcase, and threw a copy to him like throwing miscellaneous objects.

He flipped through the book and read it, not paying attention at first, but then the more he read it, the more he sank into it. The legalist theory on it was not what he had seen or heard before, but it was indeed jurisprudence, and it was the fundamental way of governing the world. reason.

By the time the scholar finished reading, it was already dark in Tiandou, but he was still unsatisfied, and his mind was disturbed, wanting to read another book of Confucianism.

Mr. Baijia didn't let him read it again, he just felt that his hands were empty, and the books in his hands disappeared.And that Mr. Baijia had already drifted away half drunk.

At first, the scholar's words were taken as a joke.