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Chapter 4 The Peerless Art of War (1)

It has to be admitted that the master and apprentice are not only good at learning, but also good at physical work. Just as Zhou Chong was worried, the master and apprentice had cut down many trees.

"I really didn't expect that people who are so knowledgeable about labor are as efficient as those who do academic research. Perhaps this is what we advocate, "two-handed" and both labor and learning are both good. If their spirit is to let modern students, especially those who are willing to pretend to be sick or even hungry to avoid labor classes, I wonder if they will be ashamed?" Zhou Chong sighed in his heart that the performance of the master and apprentice were very much. After a little calculation, the history of "Wei Liaozi" is only more than 10,000 or 20,000 words. If written on paper, it should be enough, and said, "Mr. Liaozi, it's enough, enough."

Wei Liao stopped, shrugged his arms, and said happily, "After not moving for a long time, my body bones are a little loose. These axes make people feel so happy. This is too inexplicable. It's enough if I didn't cut it much."

Wang Ao also looked relaxed, put the axe on the ground, held each other's hands, made a few relaxed movements, and said, "Sir, I'm going to the disciple's heart. I really want to chop for a while. Now, I have the energy to use it."

The master and apprentice looked relaxed and comfortable, and they enjoyed it very much. Zhou Chong had to sigh from the bottom of his heart: "What is a real scholar? This is a real scholar. He can take anything, unlike the so-called scholars in modern society: they can't do big things and don't want to do small things. If I had a camera, I really wanted to take this picture and teach them a lesson." He asked, "Why do sires love this way so much? This is a rough work that is disdainful to people. Only low-key people have always done it."

Wang Ao was a little less persistent than Wei Liao, and took the lead in expressing his opinion: "Mr. This is wrong. Why are scholars called weak scholars who are weak and weak, and have no power to tie up a chicken? The reason is that they are lazy and hate labor, and think that reading a few books of sages is great and arrogant. In fact, they only read books without any transformation, only know the words of sages, but do not know why sages say? What's more, they only learn from the words of one's own, do not learn from others' strengths, and cannot tolerate different remarks from themselves. Such people can only be pedantic people. As for knowledge, they should listen, read, learn, and experience more. Different opinions are precious. The gentleman repeatedly warned his disciples: In addition to studying, they should cultivate themselves hard and work more. In this way, they have a good body, energy, and read easily. They can kill two birds with one stone." His words revealed his admiration for Wei Liao.

This sentence reminds people of the contradictions of Confucianism. On the one hand, they sing how the saints learn humbly and ask the boys, but on the other hand, they make a big fuss and shout "The way is different, and they don't plan for each other." When doing learning, each has its own strengths and weaknesses. You can't say that yours is right, nor can you say that others are wrong. Listening humbly and tolerance is a good attitude to do learning.

The famous cultural catastrophe "burning books and burying scholars" incident was triggered by this contradictory mentality of Confucian children. At first, it was just some academic discussions, and academic differences were inevitable, but they rose to a struggle of intentions. Coupled with the intervention of political forces, Qin Shihuang was angered, which turned into a cultural catastrophe.

After hearing his words, Zhou Chong's admiration for Wei Liao increased a little. From the history books, he knew that Wei Liao was a great scholar and a great military strategist. He had no record of his life details and beliefs about his life. Zhou Chong got along with him and found that he was actually richer, more connotational, and more admirable than the historical books. He raised his thumb and praised: "Mr.'s words, metal and stone words!" He thought with regret: "Those students in modern society who hate labor should learn from Mr. Liaozi well."

"Mr. Zhou has been awarded too much." Wei Liaozi said modestly: "Liuzi just talked about the principles of being a human being and some experiences. Different people have different experiences, and different learning methods are also different. We cannot force it. The sage does not say that 'teaching according to the aptitude'. Wang Ao likes to work, so I taught him this method. If it were someone who likes to meditate, this method would not be applicable."

Zhou Chong applauded by high-high and said, "Mr.'s words made Zhou Chong suddenly understand. He taught according to his aptitude. Although the saints had such words, they distorted the Masters and often used a standard to regulate everyone. He taught in a normal manner, but lost his vitality and could not deal with problems independently." (Note: There are many friends who have such experiences, right! Sigh!)

"There are different people, and they are also different in nature, and they cannot destroy their nature." Wei Liao agreed with Zhou Chong's view and said: "If you want each generation to be stronger than the next, maintain your nature and be good at seducing it is the right way."

Zhou Chong praised it very much and sighed in his heart: "Maybe this is the reason why China was able to "contend with a hundred schools of thought" during the Warring States Period, but in later generations it became the "one-manager" of Confucianism. It is one of the reasons why China has changed from strong to weak."

While sharing some learning experiences, the three of them cut the trees into small sections, piled them together, lit a handful of fire, and burned the wood to get ashes.

When the grass and wood ash were found, the three of them dug a pond, threw the bark inside, and then put the tree ash inside to soak. After a few days, the bark became soft, and then the water was released, and the bark was placed in a natural stone nest to mash.

Add water to make pulp, pick it up, dry it, and then you get the paper.

When the paper was completed, Wei Liao carefully flicked the paper with his fingers. The paper was intact. He couldn't help but get excited and said, "It's done, it's done, it's not broken, it's not broken. The paper we used to make was broken with just one shot, and it's impossible to write at all."

Wang Ao Runa acted like a master, and flicked it a few times on the paper, and screamed in excitement: "It's so magical, so magical."

Zhou Chong didn't think it was surprising about the surprise performance of the master and apprentice, and thought to himself: "This is also surprising? This is the ancients. Although they are extremely intelligent, they are difficult to understand things that transcend the times. If you knew that there was a discipline called chemistry in the future that could carry out the magical transformation of substances that "create something out of nothing", you would probably have a heart disease."

People have emotions, not that they are not excited, but that they have not found the trick to pulsate their minds! Master Wei Liao, a master and apprentice, is no different from ordinary people in the face of a new epoch-making thing. They contain tears in their eyes, and it is hard to be excited!

"It's as white as jade, it's as frost as snow!" Wei Liao praised the paper and sat on a round stone with his butt, stroked the stone with his left hand, and hung in the air with a slight grip in his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Eight-body scholars serve!"

Zhou Chong was confused when he heard this and thought to himself: "Eight-body scholars, who is that? I haven't heard of it, who could it be?"

Wang Ao ran away and rushed into Banxianju. He soon came out, holding something in his hand, and sang in response to Wei Liao's words: "The Eight-Type Scholars are here!"
Chapter completed!
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