The team slowly began to move, and the wild people cheered and returned to their homes where they had been away for several days.

Ying Zheng sat in the car and heard the cheers, and couldn't help but look outside.

A group of ragged savages cheered and returned to the small village where Ying Zheng felt almost impossible to live.

He frowned: "Senior Brother..."

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"Do you feel it's hard to understand?" Ju Zizhou asked.

Like the later "Why not eat meat minced meat" and "Why not eat cake", it was a confusion caused by kindness, but because of the existence of the "cognitive gap", Ying Zheng could not understand why such a dilapidated house would still be regarded as a treasure.

Why not build a better house?

Ying Zheng was probably such a puzzle in his heart.

He did not know what complicated process it would take to build a house, nor did he know how much supplies it would take to build a house.

Because a good house is a natural existence for Ying Zheng, just like drinking water when you are thirsty and eating when you are hungry. He has never lacked the necessary supplies for survival, just like ordinary people don’t need to think about where to find air for breathing.

Ying Zheng nodded.

"It's very contradictory, right?" Ju Zizhou took out the bamboo slips that Ying Zheng had handed him before: "The Zhao State you have observed in your actual life is extremely rich."

"But in my words, in my books, and in the objective facts brought to you by the Rangers, it shows that Zhao State is actually very poor."

“Poverty and wealth are contradictory.”

Ying Zheng nodded: "Indeed, I think it's incredible, and it doesn't make sense in theory!"

"This is the same as the "Battle of Changping" we have mentioned before."

"It is obvious that Qin is the party with fewer people, but I tell you that Zhao is the party with fewer people."

Ying Zheng lowered his head and thought.

Ju Zizhou did not continue to explain.

Only the conclusions you get through hard thinking will be the most impressive one.

Ju Zizhou looked out the window and the convoy slowly drove towards Qin.

...

Zhao Ji sat in the car and looked at the fat cat who stretched his limbs in front of him, his belly was facing the sky, and he was motionless, spitting out half of his tongue, and a fat cat who looked like he was being played with, and he was a little confused.

This slave never showed such a thing in the past!

Could it be that you are tired?

Her jade hands gently fiddled with the cat's soft belly, turned her over and hugged her in her arms.

"Meow~ Meow~ Meow~" The cat who looked like "I'm dead" was turned over and immediately let out a shrill wail, and kept struggling to turn over and continue to turn his belly.

Zhao Ji was a little confused and forced to turn the cat over. Seeing her bare head, she felt relieved.

Ah, it turned out that he had been shaved with his head... In an instant, Zhao Ji's mind went blank.

The cat looked at Zhao Ji with grievance and tried hard to penetrate her broad mind.

"Puff" Zhao Ji couldn't help but laughed.

...

"Are you convinced?" Ju Zizhou looked at the fat cat with a sad look in front of him, holding jerky in his left hand and razor in his right hand.

The cat saw the razor in Ju Zizhou's right hand and immediately lay down honestly: "Meow~~"

Chen He came over from not far away, but he was still wearing brocade clothes and shoes, holding a sword in his hand, and his waist was straight.

"Brother Ju!" Chen He smiled and greeted Ju Zizhou from afar.

"So it's Brother Chen!" Ju Zizhou smiled: "Why didn't Brother Chen rest in the guesthouse? Is it because of Qin's food and accommodation that is not in line with Brother Chen's appetite?"

"Not that, I don't have the habit of choosing food!" Chen He smiled and said, "It's a gentleman who sent me to ask you to preach to him."

"He is still reading a book? He hasn't spoken with those Confucian scholars?" Ju Zizhou was a little confused.

After a walk and a stop, everyone finally arrived in Qin State in one and a half months.

Now, they are resting in a guest house in a small town on the border of Qin.

In more than a month, except for Ying Zheng who had a few more rangers and Confucian scholars who came to join, almost nothing big happened, and he just went around and stopped every day.

During this period, Ying Zheng had been studying "Handan Investigation" and would occasionally chat with several Confucian scholars, and listened to the Confucian scholars instilling the Confucian principles of governing the world in him, but the times were very few and the time was very short.

Ju Zizhou actually didn't understand why he had to read a book to the point where he could almost memorize it.

And not only did he memorize it, Ying Zheng also had to figure out the various meanings of a sentence from various angles.

In the past few days, after asking the Confucian scholars who came to Ying Zheng to join, Ju Zizhou realized that this is how people in this era read books!

Knowledge is a precious wealth today, and people often have extremely high requirements for their origins, just as they require people to have an ancient and famous ancestor.

What are the jade in Kunshan, the copper in the head mountain, and the fish in the big river.

Among these treasures, the essence of jade, copper, and fish is actually not important at all.

What is important are the additional attributes of Kunshan, Shoushan and Dahe.

This kind of aristocratic paranoia that is almost perverted to the "bloodline origin" determines that no names or surnames do not have the qualifications to write books.

Most people can only explain their own views by explaining the relevant books left by celebrities.

In this case, everyone reads well and memorizes the books of his ancestors, and then uses this as the basis to explain their own views.

Two or three hundred years ago, even great sages such as Lao Tzu and Confucius would not write their own books when they were alive. They usually sort out books left by their ancestors. If they really want to leave their own works, they will not write them by themselves, but will tell them by themselves and let their disciples record and organize them.

Even if the things recorded and sorted out are not considered as books and people who pass on their own praise when they are alive.

Nowadays, although the ritual and music system has further collapsed and the threshold for writing books has been much lower, there are no people like Ju Zizhou who independently write a long survey report of tens of thousands of words at a time.

Ying Zheng used the popular reading method at this time to read "Handan Investigation", which was because he confirmed the authenticity of "Handan Investigation" in practice, so he really attached great importance to it and wanted to fully understand the book.

His behavior of fighting against the "Handan Investigation" to the death gave Ju Zizhou a headache, and also made several Confucian scholars' opinions on Ju Zizhou even more.

——The Confucian scholars were the first batch of intellectuals to come to serve Ying Zheng when he was in a state of vain. According to their plan, Ying Zheng should be extremely enthusiastic about them. He did not say that he would wear clothes and clothes, but should also sleep on the same bed and hold the etiquette of his disciples.

But nothing.

The only person who can enter and exit Ying Zheng's room freely is Ju Zizhou, an unknown and charming bitch.

Confucian scholars thought it was nothing, after all, who doesn’t have a boyfriend yet?

But the "senior brother" in Ying Zheng's mouth and the holding of "Handan Investigation" in his actual actions really made the Confucian scholars furious.

Who are you old when you prying the corner of the Confucian school?

"No" Hearing Ju Zizhou's question, Chen He smiled contemptuously: "Brother Ju, how can those sour scholars compare to your position in the heart of a gentleman!"

Ju Zizhou sighed: "Okay, I'll go over and take a look. Brother Chen, please feed this raccoon slave."

"Okay, go quickly, don't teach the gentleman to wait for a long time."

Ju Zizhou slowly returned to the separate room arranged in the guesthouse. Ying Zheng was kneeling in the chairman, holding a roll of silk book in both hands.

In the guest room beside him, six young Confucians sat, as if waiting.

"There are guests." Ju Zizhou raised his eyebrows and his eyes lit up, thinking that you are finally willing to contact Confucianism: "A Zheng, if you have any questions, you can ask some gentlemen first!"
Chapter completed!