The ancients watched me play the Starry Sky Railway

"Will Koyanskaya be here?" Mash asked hurriedly.

"That's a bit too much to hope for." Holmes shook his head. "Let's follow the tracks. Those monsters can't escape forever."

"Well, if we don't get rid of them, they'll definitely come out again and cause harm to the people." Ritsuka also agreed with this decision.

"It was two days later that we chased down and killed those monsters and returned to the village."

"When everyone in the village learned that they had eliminated the monster's lair, they were very happy and even took out their treasured wine to celebrate for them."

"A jug of wine among the flowers, I drink alone, without a companion. I raise my cup to the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three."

"Jing Ke enjoyed the fine wine while reciting the poems of the great poet Li Bai. There is no greater joy than this."

"Ah, great poet, alas..."

Li Bai was so overjoyed that his speech was incoherent.

Even Tianmu said he was a great poet!

Even Jing Ke, who has been dead for a long time, liked his poems!

Does this mean that his poems have spread from the world of fire to the underworld?

…………

"Well, Mr. Qinglian is a great poet, this is perfectly normal."

As the number one fan of Li Bai, Du Fu did not find this strange.

It would be strange if Tianmu said that Li Bai was not a great poet!

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"Wow, sister, you have a beautiful voice!" A younger farmer clapped his hands excitedly when he heard Jing Ke singing a poem.

The boy who pointed out the monster's lair also asked curiously, "What did you mean by that just now?"

"If you're drinking alone among flowers, just toasting to the moon and your own shadow, it's as if three people were drinking together," Jing Ke explained. "When you're alone, quietly admiring the moon, you might suddenly feel the urge to drink, right? That's what's called drinking alone under the moon."

"I've never drunk alcohol, but I really like the moon. It's so beautiful." The boy also felt the beauty of the words and couldn't help but smile.

"Some villagers also asked curiously, 'Do you drink like this in the flower fields every moonlit night?'"

"Hahaha, no, the man who drank alone under the moon was a man named Li Bai. I just try to imitate him occasionally," Jing Ke said with a smile.

"Huh?" the villagers were even more confused. "Isn't the Mr. Li Bai you're talking about admiring the moon alone? You weren't with him, so how do you know about this? You weren't spying on him, were you?"

"Humph, these peasants don't even know what poetry is. It's really laughable."

The water is too cold... Oh no, it was Qian Qianyi holding a wine glass, sneering at the ignorance of the villagers under the sky.

"Hahaha, didn't Brother Qian say that? They're just peasants. How could they possibly understand something as elegant as 'poetry'?"

"That's right, that's right. Those peasants only need to work in the fields every day and provide food for us. That's the greatest blessing they have in their lives."

The other Donglin Party members invited by Qian Qianyi all had smiles on their faces and their words were full of contempt.

To them, peasants were not even human beings. How could they want to read? How could they want to understand poetry?

It's funny!

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"No, no, of course Li Bai was alone. But he wrote down his thoughts and feelings while drinking in the flower fields under the moon, and passed them down to future generations. That's what we call 'poetry.'"

“After being copied by many people, I was finally able to read it.”

"Jing Ke did not laugh at the villagers' ignorance, but simply tried his best to explain."

"Write... copy?" The villagers remained puzzled.

“Yes, this is writing.” Jing Ke wrote the poem on the ground with a branch. “See, by writing it down like this, I can describe the experiences and feelings of unknown people in distant times as if they were happening to me.”

"It's really fun! I want to try it too!" the boy said happily.

Jing Ke smiled softly. "Because there are so many characters, I can't memorize them all at once, but I can learn them slowly and memorize them gradually. Let me think about it. I'll teach you 'father' and 'mother' first."

"Father? Mother? What's that?" the boy tilted his head in confusion.

Jing Ke paused, a look of self-blame on his face, and asked the nearby villagers, "Doesn't this child have parents?"

"Unexpectedly, the people around were confused and puzzled: "Parents? What?"

"One villager managed to understand: 'Your statement is rather obscure, but from what I understand, it seems to refer to someone's belly from which it was born, right?'"

Another villager immediately chimed in, "You can figure out when they were born by counting back. But who got pregnant the year before, and with whom... no one can remember."

"This..." Confucius' eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears: "Don't people in that world have the concept of family?"

Without a family, the child doesn’t know his parents, the father doesn’t know his child, and the mother doesn’t know her father... It’s a mess, too messy!

Wanla, this is the true collapse of rituals and music.

He originally thought that the Great Qin in the sky was a true harmonious society, and he explained it to his disciples, describing the beauty of that world.

As a result... there is no concept of family in that world?

Who will raise the children? Who will care for the elderly?

"It seems that that harmonious society still has some flaws and is not perfect. It would be great if we could enter that world and educate the people."

He felt a little sorry.

The world is just a little bit away from a perfect harmonious society!

"Yes, it would be great if we could go." Zilu also showed his longing.

If he could bring a less than perfect Datong society to true perfection, his life would be considered complete.

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"Who raised these children?" Jing Ke asked hurriedly.

"Whoever's free at the time will be in charge," the villagers said matter-of-factly. "When the children grow up, we'll teach them how to cultivate the fields, or things like the Emperor's gift. And when the time comes, we'll teach them how to make babies."

"…" Jing Ke was speechless for a moment: "Is that so? This is the custom here."

"She couldn't say for sure whether this custom was good or bad, but having the whole village raise the child together... couldn't it be a bad thing after all?"

"So, she put the question aside for the moment and turned to the young man."

“Let me first teach you about ‘light’ and ‘earth’. These are things you see every day.”

"Everything in the world has a corresponding character. Once you learn these two, I'll teach you the others."