The Eternal Beauty of the City of Wealth

After playing and singing, Zixuan protected Confucius and walked out the door.

Many people in Kuang had seen Yang Hu with their own eyes, and they became a little skeptical when they saw Confucius.

Although this person looks very similar to Yang Hu, there are still some differences in some parts.

So he asked Chief Qiu: "Chief! Who is this person?"

The clan leader replied decisively: "Yang Hu!"

"Chief, you've got the wrong person! Although he looks like Yang Hu, he's not him!"

What? Are you sure? Patriarch Qiu said this and looked at Confucius again.

Yes, after a closer look, it was indeed not him. He stared at Confucius and asked, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Yang Hu?"

Confucius was so angry that he thought to himself, "Are you suffering from a brain disease?"

When did I pretend to be Yang Hu? Haven’t you always been treating me as Yang Hu? He rolled his eyes at the patriarch and ignored him.

Kuang Ren quickly stopped and stepped aside: "Stop fighting! This must be a misunderstanding!"

The leader of the soldiers also made a gesture, signaling everyone to stop.

Zixuan loudly introduced everyone: "The people of Kuangdi!"

"This is Confucius, the famous scholar from the State of Lu! He's not some Yang Hu!"

What? Upon hearing this, the people of Kuang were immediately furious, looking at the clan leader with surprised eyes: "What's going on?"

The clan leader glared at the fellow and said, "Tell me! How did this guy suddenly become Confucius?"

The clerk looked at him in disbelief: "Boss! It's been the same person from the beginning to the end. When did he change?"

The patriarch stammered, "Um... well... but... maybe I, I really recognized the wrong person."

The leader was so angry that he kicked him: "You are damn Owl Eyes! You can't tell who is who in broad daylight!"

"Just because you recognized the wrong person! You've made everyone live in fear for five days straight! I'm going to kill you!"

He raised his sword and was about to strike the clan leader, but Zixuan hurriedly stopped him: "Wait a minute, General!"

"Since the Master has been found and is unharmed, it's better not to make a big deal out of this!"

Seeing that Zixuan had spoken, the leader couldn't bear to offend him, so he kicked him twice: "You bastard! You got away with it!"

Then he clasped his fists towards Zixuan and said, "City Lord Zixuan, now that the Master has been found, we will return to report. Farewell!"

After saying this, he waved his hand and the soldiers immediately followed him towards Diqiu.

When Zixuan saw the team walking away, he said to Confucius, "Master, let's go back to the inn!"

Confucius nodded, and his disciples surrounded him and returned to the inn.

The Kuang people's opponents saw an opportunity and said to everyone after Zixuan and his group left:

"My fellow tribesmen! Chief Qiu is incapable of fulfilling this important responsibility!"

"Because of his own fault, countless members of the tribe have been killed or injured! I suggest that he be deposed as the leader and a new one be chosen!"

The tribesmen responded immediately, especially the families of the dead and injured.

They were all filled with righteous indignation and shouted, "Depose Chief Qiu! Depose Chief Qiu..."

Zixuan and his party rested for a day and then continued to rush to Chen State. To reach Chen State, they had to pass through Cao State.

On the second day after entering the territory of Cao State, it was almost noon and there was still no village or shop nearby.

At this time, the team was exhausted, so Confucius and Zixuan discussed it.

We decided to take a short break, eat some dry food and feed the horses before continuing on our way.

Zixuan nodded in agreement, and everyone sat down under a big tree by the roadside.

Zixuan did not get out of the car, but entered the space. The chef had already prepared the meal.

She and her mother sat at the table and ate while she told her mother what had happened in the past few days.

The queen laughed heartily after hearing this: "It seems this clan leader is an idiot."

"No matter how similar two people look, they can't be exactly the same, unless they are twins."

Zixuan nodded: "The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. If I hadn't gone out and walked around, I wouldn't have known that such people existed."

"Well, Xuan'er, which country are we going to next?"

"I heard from the Master that he was going to the State of Chen, and on his way he would have to pass through the State of Cao."

"Oh! I wonder where is fun in Caoguo?"

"I'm not sure. Let's just walk and play along the way first, and then ask King Cao about it after we reach Dingtao, the capital of Cao."

The mother and daughter were chatting when they heard a commotion outside the space: "Mother, please stay in the space. I'll go out and take a look!"

She opened the car door and saw two of Confucius' disciples anxiously saying:

"Master, our horses have eaten the farmer's crops, and the farmer is unwilling to keep them!"

Confucius said calmly, "Why get so anxious about such a small matter?"

He beckoned to his student Zigong and said, "Zigong, go talk to the farmer and ask him to return the horse."

“Yes!” Zigong agreed and walked towards the farmer in the distance.

Seeing that it was nothing serious, Zixuan ignored it and sat back in the car to drink tea.

Half an incense stick later, Zigong returned and said, "Master! I've been talking till my mouth is dry, and the farmer won't return the horse. What should I do?"

Confucius thought about it and wondered if his student used the word "zhihuzheye" which the farmer did not understand?

He called the groom over and said, "Yan Ke, go talk to the farmer."

Good! Yan Ke put down his whip, stood up, and walked towards the farmer. Confucius felt a little bored, so he took out his qin and started playing and singing.

Zixuan listened to the beautiful melody and couldn't help but secretly admire Confucius' optimistic attitude.

A saint is a saint, and is different from ordinary people.

After the song was finished, the driver came back and said, "Master, I have something to say with my eloquent tongue."

"The farmer finally agreed to return the horse, but he demanded one hundred dollars in compensation for the loss of his crops!"

What? The disciples were furious when they heard this.

Isn't it just eating a small piece of crops? Is it worth a hundred dollars? Isn't this a human being?

Zixuan stepped down from the car and chanted leisurely, "I am hoeing the field at noon, my sweat dripping down to the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the table is the result of hard work?"

After hearing this, the disciples lowered their heads in shame. Confucius stroked his beard and repeated the poem.

"City Lord Zixuan, what a great poem! What a great poem!"

Then he said to his disciples, "Go and pay the money!"

Zixuan waved his hand: "No need, I'll go first!"

He walked up to the farmer and bowed, "Excuse me, uncle!"

The farmer saw that it was a beautiful woman and quickly returned the greeting: "Greetings, courtesy!"

Zixuan took out a gold ingot from his pocket and said, "Uncle, this is compensation. Please keep it."

The farmer waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, girl, I deliberately asked them for so many knife coins just now!"

“I just want to teach them a lesson so that they can take better care of their livestock in the future.”

"Don't waste the fruits of farmers' hard work!"

Zixuan nodded: "I understand what you mean, you did the right thing."

"However, you must accept this gold ingot, otherwise I will be restless day and night!"

After saying this, he stuffed the gold ingot into the farmer's hand, took the horse's reins and strode away.

The farmer held the heavy gold ingots in his hands in a daze. He had never seen gold in his entire life.

He shouted at Zixuan's back, "Miss, you gave me too much!"

"Or else, drive all the horses here and let them eat up all the crops! Otherwise, I will be restless day and night!"

Zixuan turned around and waved at him: "No need, uncle! See you later!"