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The first thousand one hundred and twenty-eight chapters

My mother and sister-in-law couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide shortly after being imprisoned. The elder brother was unknown from then on, but the father left half breath and was sick.

It was also her master who was kind-hearted back then and took action to save her and her younger brother and sister, but unfortunately the ancestor's family was unable to be saved in the end. Later, the younger brother and sister stayed to take care of her father, and she followed the master into the martial arts hall to learn martial arts.

However, the martial arts hall consumes a lot of money, and it costs money to treat my father's illness and practice martial arts. Even if Wang Yan saves money, even if his younger brothers and sisters work in a short-term job, it is only enough to make a living.

Over the years, I owe more and more money to the Wutang, and the profits have become huge.

Therefore, she is very eager to have a good future, marry a good husband, and let herself and her family escape from the suffering.

Fengsha listened quietly and suddenly asked, "Why did her master save her?"

Ye Sanniang was stunned and asked back, "Why are we chivalrous and righteous, our demeanor, why?"

Fengsha smiled and stopped talking.

Of course, it is impossible for someone to support you in vain. You have to support you for several years. It is reasonable to collect money, and it is reasonable to calculate interest, so you cannot calculate it wrong.

However, since you are a hero, why not do good people and good deeds to the end?

I saved someone and took him in, but I left a tail and asked for money.

Anyway, this matter sounds right everywhere, but it feels wrong.

After thinking about it carefully, it has a bit of Yang Zhu's style.

Mencius said: Yang Zi takes it as me, and he will benefit the world without doing it. Mo Zi loves both the same, and he will benefit the world by pushing his head and letting his head out to benefit the world by doing it.

The former is Yang Zhu's thought, while the latter is Mo Zi's thought, and the two ideas are completely opposite.

The former is extremely selfish. If pulling a hair of my body is beneficial to the world, it will not be pulled, because it is my hair, and the world is my business.

The latter is extremely selfless and selfless. As long as it is beneficial to the world, it can even grind me from head to toe into powder.

Mencius also said: Yang Zhu and Mo Di's words are full of the world. If the words of the world do not return to Yang, they will return to Mo. Yang is my family, and he has no king; Mo's loves both means no father. Without a father or a king, he is a beast.

At least in Mencius's view, both thoughts are not good, and they are only a little better than animals.

But we can also know that the learning in the world at that time was not Yang Jimo, which shows that the two thoughts once flourished.

To this day, the Confucian doctrine of the mean has been greatly followed, and the Mohist thought has been greatly suppressed.

Yang Zhu's thoughts have long been broken into a system, and most of them belong to miscellaneous businesses and businesses that are not among the top ten. For example, the Lu family Chunqiu, compiled by Lu Buwei, a big businessman who is a rare product, has written articles such as "respecting oneself" and "respecting one's life".

Therefore, the wind and sand suddenly smelled a little Yang Zhu, and they were surprised. Yang Zhu did not pass down his legacy. He didn't know if this was a coincidence, but his interest in Xuzhou did increase his interest.

Since this move has the style of Yang Zhu, it must have a purpose. Yang Zhu regards efforts as cutting off his losses, and he must double the capital and profits, and making less money is a loss.

It is precisely because of his interest that he would follow Ye Sanniang to build a beam for Wang Yan.

Mr. Jia obviously didn't buy it and said coldly: "Who are you? Are you qualified to speak here? Don't say two hundred taels of silver, even if you take out two hundred taels of gold, she will take off all the sword dance for me first."

Shu Yi said coldly: "You have talked enough today, shut up and get out of here."

She just didn't dare to cause trouble for her master. Now that the master has come forward, she certainly won't care about the son of a county magistrate.

Jia San was stunned and then smiled and said, "My little lady is so angry that she is not afraid of the wind blowing her tongue."

He didn't even look at him, but slapped the wine pot in front of him with a palm.

The wine pot was made of copper, and was actually slapped to the end by her white and tender little hands. After the soft pancreas was lifted, the wine pot no longer existed and turned into a shocking flat cake.

When the wine pot was slapped by her, a water sword shot out and rushed straight to Mr. Xu on the opposite side.

Mr. Xu had no time to react, and he raised his head silently and fell down with a thud.

Jia San turned his eyes and saw that Mr. Xu's nose was gone, and blood was gushing with wine, which was terrifying.

He had never seen such martial arts, which was so amazing. He didn't expect that the beautiful woman who was just talking and laughing with Miss Xia was as cold as ice in an instant, and her every move was stern and powerful.

I was stunned on the spot, my brothers and feet were both cold and I didn't dare to look directly at me.

He slowly pulled out a fragrant pie and wiped his tender fingers like chopped green onion: "I took your life, but I just slap my hands, I'm afraid of dirty hands."

A wet fragrant palm was thrown lightly on Jia San's face by her: "Bring your dead dog with you and get out."

Jia San seemed to be beaten up and slapped heavily, his face turned blue and white.
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