Chapter 17 Utilitarianism ()

Old Yan Shoucai was with him, and he also noticed possible inappropriateness. However, when he saw Zhuo Bufan was not surprised, he felt relieved and secretly thanked that he had used the money in time.

The wine and meat were abundant, but Zhuo Bufan and others only drank two drinks, and all the soldiers were like this. Zhuo Bufan had already put aside his words and was not allowed to drink too much. Zhuo Bufan and others knew that when the brigade arrived, they would probably have a hard march again. They did not forget that they must catch up with the Tartars and rescue Bai Bing. The white female general who was wearing white armor, her head held high under the scimitar of the Tartars was not only lingering in Zhuo Bufan's heart, but also worried everyone.

Eliminate the Tartars and rescue our White Bing female general.

The inside was tight and loose on the outside, and everyone was busy eating, ignoring these gentry and wealthy people. They were stunned and silenced by those who were prepared for flattery.

After half an hour, everyone had a round stomach. Xing Tianhu called the order, and the soldiers all shouted and dispersed, preparing the horses and the arms.

Yan Shoucai breathed a sigh of relief and ordered his servants to clean up the mess in the courtyard, but was stopped by Zhuo Bufan.

"No need to accept it. There are still people who haven't eaten it. Let's prepare more wine and food."

Yan Shoucai was very strange. Isn’t it all here anymore? He did it very well and even ordered a copy to send him a message at the post outside the village, and there was no one there.

"General, are you a few brothers outside the village? Don't worry, I have already given the orders to send them over, and they have all eaten them."

Zhuo Bufan didn't answer, and looked at Zhou Tong who was burping. Zhou Tong understood it and said angrily: "The general said he didn't need to accept it, so there was no need to accept it. There was no such nonsense, just do it."

The old rich man was so scared that he trembled and quickly ordered to do so. He was nervous and wanted to find out how many people there were, but he never dared to speak again.

The leaders ate slowly at the table. Li Weisheng sat on Zhuo Bufan's right hand and burped in a vivid way, which was not inferior to Zhou Tong. Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised. The literati in this world who he knew would never eat and drink so much regardless of his face. Even if his stomach was roaring, he would have to be polite and courteous, and then eat in a proper way. This is the Confucian etiquette of Confucius and Mencius, and this is the general follower of literati.

The dogma and principles of our class. Zhuo Bufan became more and more curious about Li Weisheng. It is unusual for a person with at least a talented and knowledgeable person to hide here as a hawker. You should know that this society values ​​literature and over military affairs. All those who are truly talented and knowledgeable are obsessed with official careers, and they are easy to live a comfortable life, which is much more comfortable than pawn vendors. If you have questions and curiosity, you want to find out what the hell is. This is what Zhuo Bufan wants to figure out now.

As if seeing through Zhuo Bufan's thoughts, Li Weisheng wiped his mouth with the cuffs of Hufu, pretending to be surprised when he couldn't see Zhuo Bufan, but he pretended, but Zhuo Bufan didn't want him to pretend again.

"Mr. Li has a good appetite."

"Where, if you are good, you can take it. This is the rule of our small vendors. If you don't eat such a good meal, it will make General Zhuo laugh."

"If you have the advantage, you will take it?" Zhuo Bufan laughed in his heart and asked you to pretend again, "Okay, right, but it may not be possible. If you have the advantage, you will take it. On the contrary, if you are powerless, you will avoid it. How can you be humble and etiquette be the highest? As far as I know, this seems to be inconsistent with the teachings of Confucius and Mencius."

As soon as Zhuo Bufan said, Li Weisheng realized that he had been wrong again. There was no way. This was like a dragon stranded in the shallows. Every move showed its might and could never be pretended to be a loach. Now Li Weisheng knew that he could not hide it, but he was still not ready to spit. However, when he heard Zhuo Bufan say the way of Confucius and Mencius, he could no longer tolerate "The way of Confucius and Mencius? Tell..."

Zhuo Bufan's eyes lit up, and Li Weisheng's contempt for the way of Confucius and Mencius made him even more curious.

"Huh? Is Mr. Li not a disciple of the saint?"

"Don't compare me with those false Taoisms." Speaking of this, Li Weisheng seemed to be ignited and could no longer remain indifferent. He grabbed the wine pot and gusted his breath, and continued, "Everyone regards Confucius and Mencius as holy, but it may not be."

"But I heard of his good fortune."

"What is 'justice and not seeking profits, understand the way and do not seeking merits', deceive yourself, and everyone has the purpose of seeking profits and making achievements. Avoiding not talking about profits is just a cover-up of the bell; talking all day long and disregarding the people's itch, saying that "financial management is turbid", how can we make a stable livelihood without a foundation, and putting the cart before the horse is turned on, it is ridiculous; saying that "preserving the laws of heaven to destroy human desires", is eating and dressing not desires, if you are really a saint, just destroy yourself first." Speaking of this, Li Weisheng was filled with anger,

Looking at Zhuo Bufan in front of him, he said, "You are a general, so I will talk about civil and military affairs. These false Taoist sects of Confucianism have different paths, and they are even more sinister. What Confucians are not martial. If you don't say that far away, just talk about General Yuan. Isn't it just to use literature to enter the military and resist the enemy outside the pass and be immovable. The higher the position of the warrior, the more important the literary is, the more important it is, 'knowing the general of the military, the commander of the country', this is the real warrior, the general! Alas, it's a pity that a generation of civil and military generals have been destroyed by these false Taoist sects and the stupid... the stupid..."

Suddenly, Li Weisheng, who was so generous, couldn't continue to speak, and there was no sound around him. These gentry and rich men had read books for a few days, and they all learned the ethics of Confucius and Mencius. Although they didn't necessarily learn it, they had never seen such a fierce man who pointed at the nose of the old saint Kong and scolded him. Moreover, this guy seemed to mention the last thing...

Everyone stared wide and waited for the following text, waiting for the shocking ending. Zhuo Bufan was almost laughing and lay down. Xiaobian continued, saying, if you have the ability, you can just pop those two words out.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Li Weisheng's forehead. Wine was really not a thing. He seemed to be talking big. Not to mention the consequences of saying those two words, even General Yuan, who died unjustly, could not mention it in public. Seeing everyone looking at him, even Zhou Tong was looking at him foolishly with a chicken leg in his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know how to end.

Zhuo Bufan, who was waiting to watch the show, never expected that Li Weisheng actually lifted the lid of the pot, poured all the wine in one breath, then swayed a few times, and lay on the table with a neat and unconsciousness.

Zhuo Bufan, who was amused and crying, raised Li Weisheng several times in his heart. He felt that what he said was quite reasonable, but he also felt that the uselessness of commending Confucius and Mencius's teachings might not be true. However, he felt that this person's thoughts were somewhat similar to those of him, a person from modern society, and he could not help but feel a little intimate. Think about it, if he had a good estimate, this was a society hundreds of years ago. The courage to have such insights and dare to be in contrast to the world shows that Li Weisheng is quite extraordinary and cannot be measured by the level of ordinary literati and scholars. Great talent, great talent.

Zhuo Bufan looked around and suddenly spoke, "This person doesn't drink enough."

Everyone looked at it stupidly, not understanding what Zhuo Bufan meant.

"And I can't speak clearly after drinking too much, so I don't understand what I said."

Some people began to understand, but there was a young man who really thought Zhuo Bufan had no education, so he stood up and said, "General, he is a traitor, he is a ruthless person, he is a ruthless person who insults the emperor in national affairs, and his sins are unforgivable."

Zhuo Bufan was stunned and suddenly said seriously: "What you said seriously?"

"It's true, General, everyone has heard it, we can all testify." The man said proudly, "You must know that it would be a heavy reward to report such a serious crime, just like losing a lot of money into his arms."

"It's really unforgivable?"

“That’s right.”

“How serious?”

"It is not an exaggeration to kill all the families and even the nine tribes." The man became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Well, Dahua's laws and regulations gathered to discuss state affairs and those suspected of rebels are all guilty of the same crime. Zhou Tong dragged them out and chopped them down." Zhuo Bufan sneered and ordered.

The man became even more proud. After killing Li Weisheng, who was not aware of the greatness of the world, his contribution was confirmed. Although the great contribution was definitely taken away by the general, he could always get a share of the pie. However, when Zhou Tong picked up his collar and dragged it out, he finally realized that something was wrong, and cried and shouted but in vain.

There was only Li Weisheng's sweet snoring on the table. Everyone looked at each other, sweating in cold sweat. Zhuo Bufan said clearly and did it sincerely. If the same sin was the same, everyone would have the same fate. Of course, except for this general holding a life and a murderous death.

"You all heard it too?" Zhuo Bufan sneered.

"No, absolutely not." Now I don't know how to speak, so I'm really stubborn.

"This man is drunk and has no clue at all."

"Yes, yeah, if you don't have a good alcohol tolerance, don't drink it hard, it's really..."

For a moment, everyone responded, and they all expressed their positions. A short scream not far away almost scared the timid guys down. They really cut off. They were still alive just now, but they disappeared.

Zhuo Bufan experienced this battle of real soldiers at Haishan Pass, and there had been a change that he himself did not realize, which was a new understanding of the value of life. He no longer paid as much attention to life as the playboy Antu when he was enjoying it. Later, under the influence of Li Weisheng, it developed more, which directly led to the terrible Kyoto bloody case. However, this is also a later story.

After killing people, they all had enough food and drink, but at this moment, a rumbling horse hooves came. Except for Zhuo Bufan and others, everyone else here changed color. This was obviously the sound of a large army rushing forward, and they were all cavalry. Although I couldn't hear much, it must be quite a lot, because the sound was much louder than the previous arrival of the Tartars.

"Don't be afraid, your own people, by the way, Lao Yan, let's serve the meal, the meal is here."

Yan Shoucai blinked a few times in his little eyes hidden in his bags and asked with difficulty: "Who eats...? How many are there?"

"Not too many, no more, less than four thousand people, plus dozens of tables, it's very fast."
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