59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"Second brother, would you like some tea?" Chen Li said enthusiastically to Chen Hao while holding a teapot.

Chen Hao took a glance and shook his head, "The tea doesn't taste good at all. If you give me soda and sweet water, I'll drink a glass."

"Forget it if you don't want to drink it. I'll give it to Grandpa."

Chen Li ran to find the old man and the old lady in the bedroom off the main hall.

"Brother, you are wholeheartedly doing this for everyone. Isn't that good?"

Hu Bayi came in and asked, his education for more than ten years was all about saints, what for the people, what for everyone, and what for the new society!

Those benchmarks that were set up were all built according to the saints.

I have to say, this is not entirely bad, at least it is better than teaching everyone to become profit-driven.

But we have to say that this is clearly bullying those good people who have faith and kindness.

When these good kids enter society and encounter all kinds of unfairness, they are either forced to sacrifice their own interests and stubbornly persist, or they become evil and turn to another extreme.

"Saints are only dead, never alive. Do you know why?"

Chen Feng did not dare to say it directly. The God of Harmony had boundless magical powers, and even he, the son of destiny in this plane, did not dare to provoke him.

"Isn't Zhou Gongdan a saint?"

"Was that when he was alive, or was it after he died and became a saint?"

Hu Bayi was stunned. He loved reading so much, so of course he knew that when Zhou Gongdan was alive, everyone believed that he was a powerful official who might plot to usurp the throne.

This led to Bai Juyi's famous quote that has been passed down through the ages: "Even the Duke of Zhou was afraid of rumors, while Wang Mang was humble and courteous before he usurped the throne."

Only after Duke Zhou died did everyone realize that he had the character of a saint. Before that, he was worried day and night about being suspected by his superiors and subordinates, which led to the ruin of the overall situation in the world.

Before Wang Mang rebelled, he was regarded as a living saint, but it turned out that everyone was wrong.

"What about Confucius?"

Chen Feng almost laughed out loud.

"Besides teaching, what else did Confucius do when he was alive that he could be proud of?"

"Why do you think he could become a saint after his death?"

Fatty Wang answered quickly, "I know this. My grandfather said that the reason Confucius became a saint after his death was not because he knew a lot, but because he had many followers."

"My grandfather said that when doing things, we should not only look at the results, but also whether everyone supports it. If it is a good thing, but everyone does not support it, then I can't do it."

"If it's a bad thing, but everyone still supports it, I can't do it, but I can't oppose it and stand against everyone."

Chen Feng's eyebrows jumped. Old Wang was very insightful. It was deserved that the Wang family would be able to stand firm in the future.

"Your grandfather is right."

Hu Bayi's eyebrows became even more tangled.

He is a pure good person, and tomb robbing is just his hobby for adventure. When this guy grew up, he knew that some tomb robbers were not good people, but he was still willing to rescue them in some cases.

She is quite saintly!

Heroism doesn't mean you should be a goody-goody!

Chen Feng did not try to distort Hu Bayi's worldview. Hu Bayi was already grown up and was very smart. Forcing him to give advice would only create a gap between him and himself.

"When you enter society in the future, you can try and think about these things, but remember, only when you are alive are you valuable. The dead cannot contribute to our new society."

"That's right, brother is right. We have to live well. We can't sacrifice our own lives for others!" Fatty Wang said in a low voice.

Thanks to his grandfather's education, Fatty Wang is actually more aware of the times and knows how to adapt.

He kneels when he should kneel and compromises when he should compromise. With his ability and background, and the way he deals with things, he would be most likely to succeed in a normal world.

If Hu Bayi hadn't had his halo, he would have been killed countless times.

In the real world, heroes don't live long.

This has always been the Chen family's belief, and it is also a point of view that Chen Feng firmly believes in.

"Big pot, grandpa doesn't drink tea."

The little girl came back with the teapot, looking very disappointed, because she wanted to be a good granddaughter.

"He said drinking too much at night is not good."

"Well, then you go and bring him tea tomorrow morning."

Drinking tea in the morning is a traditional custom of the people in Sijiucheng. The old man is not from Sijiucheng, but he probably won't refuse the filial gift from his granddaughter in the morning.

"Yeah." Chen Li nodded vigorously.

"Remember to pour boiling water first, don't use cold water to make tea." Chen Feng said casually.

"Yeah, I know how to make it." Chen Li looked like "I am a little adult."

Fatty Wang asked curiously, "Lily, why are you so kind to make tea for grandpa?"

"I want to make tea for grandpa!" Chen Li answered bluntly.

Fatty Wang always suspected that this girl had other intentions, but since she didn't say it, he had no way of finding out.

"Let's go back and review our lessons. There are not many days left before the exam." Hu Bayi pulled Chen Hao and Fatty Wang away. Ran Qiuye was still recovering his strength. Facing the final exam again, Hu Bayi, the leader, took on the task of teaching the two poor students.

"Ah, when can I stop studying and taking exams?"

Fatty Wang screamed.

Chen Hao followed Hu Bayi like a poor man who had run out of food.

Only Chen Li was carefree, happily thinking about how to make good tea for the old man, her father and Zhou Qing tomorrow.

Far away in the depths of the Changbai Mountains in the northeast, a few unfortunate souls escaped from a cave in a panic while suffering from hunger and cold. A large expedition team of more than a hundred people was almost wiped out.

"How many supplies are left?" Zhang Haike, the deputy team leader, looked at the people around him.

"In order to evacuate, all the heavy objects were thrown into the cave. The dried meat and fried noodles were gone. There was only a communicator and a notebook in the bag."

The panic on the face of the soldier who had managed to survive had not yet disappeared. He considered himself a brave warrior who had once led a company against a tank battalion composed of American soldiers without fear.

This time, he was really scared.

Death is not scary, you can get used to it after seeing it many times. But watching teammates and subordinates being eaten by those huge "centipede worms" with your own eyes, and the guns in your hands cannot kill them, this kind of powerlessness and weakness is something that these elite soldiers cannot accept.

"What should we do now?"

Zhang Haike looked at the team leader whose feet had been eaten. The latter was also an elite, but it was a pity that he encountered those huge bugs. The gap could not be made up by courage and bullets.

"Go back, I will report truthfully and will not let you bear the blame." The leader gave the order to retreat in a weak tone.

Zhang Qishan had reported that it might be dangerous, but he never expected it to be so dangerous.

When the large army was unable to maintain supplies and safely enter the mountains to dig, the small elite force was unable to deal with the seemingly endless monsters in the cave.

dilemma!

As the team leader, he can only shoulder the responsibilities that he should have.

He didn't know that Zhang Haike and his sister had a relatively safe path in their hands, where they could avoid most insects, but they couldn't do so.