A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

Because power is fascinating.

Because language is weak.

So far, scholars have become the jokes of the world. No one can look down on this group of educated scholars. They have become existences that should have been forgotten by history, and they have also become the most unfortunate group of people in this era.

Scholars who originally possessed knowledge were still the darlings of the times a hundred years ago, but now they have become forgotten.

This is really an ironic thing.

Confucius has had no new students for almost ten years... The so-called scholars have gradually begun to disappear.

His youngest student was a woman.

She is smart and hardworking, and people like her. Since Confucius is a master who can teach without distinction, naturally he would not reject a female disciple. After all, in today's era, scholars are no longer so lofty, and he has put down many achievements. Women may not be unable to become scholars.

Perhaps, in the torrent of the times, they will all become the forgotten ones.

Confucius who thought this way was attracted by a surprised voice.

The one who made the sound was the girl walking in the last column of the convoy.

Meng Ke's eyes widened. She kicked something just now. She thought it was a stone, but when she knelt down, it turned out to be a person.

She hurriedly shouted: "Someone has fallen here."

Regardless of the mud, she hurriedly turned the fallen figure over and wiped off the muddy water on his face with her small hands. Only then did she realize that this was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. He looked different from ordinary people. The skin is fair and beautiful.

During the Warring States Period, the per capita nutrition was insufficient. Most people had sallow skin and gray complexions. The scholars were not much better. They didn't know how to take care of themselves, unlike modern people, and some of them used disguised methods.

Meng Ke stared blankly for several seconds.

At this time, a group of students were also surrounded, and they hurriedly looked down.

"It's really a person, why did he fall here?"

"This is still a child. Has he lost his way? But this is the official way."

"It doesn't matter, help him up quickly, see if he is still alive, and find a place for him to warm up. If he catches typhoid fever, he will die."

Typhoid fever is a terminal illness.

None of the students in this group wanted to leave the boy behind, but hurriedly lifted him up and found a cave where they could rest. They gathered firewood, lit a fire, and a few students took off the boy's clothes. Come down and wipe the water droplets off his body.

During the whole process, Meng Ke blushed, but did not look away.

The principle of "see no evil" is not that she doesn't move, but she is a little curious.

After a lot of tossing, the kind students sat in a circle around him and finally watched him wake up.

Bai Jue opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a small face closest to him.

A delicate girl's face, in all fairness, Meng Ke was still very young at this time, Xiaojiabiyu, the fire reflected her face, a little cute.

Bai Jue pressed his dizzy head, sat up, and looked around: "Eh? Where am I..."

"You fell on the road." Meng Ke said, "We picked you up. Are you okay?"

"It's not very good..." Bai Jue said the second sentence, and suddenly felt that the voice was not right: "Wait, my voice..."

"What's wrong with your voice? It sounds nice." The girl said with a blushing face.

"No, why does this voice sound so tender? Although I am indeed very tender, but..." Bai Jue raised his head and stared at the students around him, wondering why these people are so tall, more than a head taller than himself...

Oh no!It's not that they're getting taller, it's that I'm getting shorter!

"My hands, my legs, my face...!!!!" Bai Jue touched his face in a daze, and then jumped up: "Where did my 1.8 meters tall go? "

The students on the side didn't know why.

"This child, could it be that his brain was broken and he couldn't understand what he was saying at all?"

"Probably, maybe I was too surprised. Hey, in times of war, you can always see such poor people..."

They chattered at one another until a voice came from behind.

"The teacher is here."

As the eldest disciple of Confucius, Yan Hui possessed the majesty of an older brother, and his simple words made all the students shut up.

Afterwards, an old man walked over with a cane, and he looked at Bai Jue with a gentle expression: "Son, are you alright?"

"It's not good, it's so bad!" Bai Jue's face collapsed, he didn't even look up to see who it was: "How did I become a kid, it's not right."

"You are just a child, and you still have grown up." The old man didn't take his words seriously: "It's good that you're fine, where is your home, we can take you for a while."

"...I can't go back home." Bai Jue said in his heart, before he got through this singularity, he couldn't go back.

These words silenced the students all around, and they sighed in their hearts, they were indeed refugees from the war.

"I see." Kong Zhongni paused, then he asked with a smile, "Then do you want to come with us? I can teach you to read and write."

Confucius who spoke like this actually had certain expectations. He had confiscated his disciples for ten years.

"...I can read, write, and sing." Bai Jue rolled his eyes: "Do you want me to recite the Three Character Classic or the Tao Te Ching for you?"

Until now, Bai did not know what era he was in.

But when he looked up and saw the face of the old man, he was taken aback, and blurted out: "Are you Confucius? The one made by Jean Pear?"