Temperament is not good or bad, it depends on whether it can match the situation.
Old Master Wang was brave and fierce in nature, and took the lead in charging in the Western Han Dynasty battlefield. He received the award by virtue of his battle record ranking, and was enfeoffed as the Marquis of Yangting of Huiji County.
The situation in the official field and the battlefield was different, and Old Master Wang's fierce style did not decrease, and as a result, he was dismissed from his post less than a year later, and he had to take off his official clothes to cultivate silkworms.
At the age of one, he died in a hurry, and because of his family, he took Nongsang as his profession.
Once a marquis of the county, he now sits on an equal footing with the poor and lower middle peasants. The situation at the grassroots level and the battlefield is also different, but Old Master Wang's temperament is more fiery.
After more than ten years of hard work, he returned to the pre-liberation period overnight. He felt that the imperial court was playing across the river and demolishing the bridge, but did not reflect on the estrangement caused by the misalignment of itself and the environment.
The reputation of the old Wang family gradually stinks even more than stinky tofu.
Shizu was brave and arrogant, and he did not take care of people.
Lao Wang named his son Wang Yong, and when he played a small education, he had to convince people with his fists, and what he liked had to reach out and grab, and a few words did not deal with the direct copy of the guy.
Watering the ground should grab the stubble water, and burning incense should grab the stubble incense. Wang Yong bravely ran rampant in the township, and ran to kick the widow's door in the middle of the night after drinking with his cousin.
The townspeople were miserable, but they could do nothing about this group of village tyrants.
One year there was a famine and a large area of farmland was harvested. Wang Yong and his cousins refused to accept the loss of production cuts, believing that there were always more ways than difficulties.
Wang Yong cut down trees bare-chested to block the way, and gathered his brothers to collect tolls. A hippie smiley face with a big waist, who dares not pay money to greet with a mountain knife.
The assets of the old Wang family have increased steadily, and the price is naturally more and more enemies. Predatory force is the lowest way, and ultimately can only be resolved by force.
Years of murder, crosswalk wounds, many grudges.
Bad people tend to be smarter than good people.
Wang Yong is engaged in high-risk work and quickly accumulates huge amounts of original capital. As long as it does not collapse, it can eat and drink spicy, and it will be automatically washed white when passed on to the next generation.
Wang Yong named his son Wang Fan, leaving money and debts at the same time. Wang Fan inherited the bravery and fierceness of the family, and no longer needed to rely on force to lead the way.
One report after another, it is difficult to escape.
One year of turmoil, large numbers of displaced people flocked to the scene. Wang Fan knew that his family was notorious in the township and feared revenge from the enemy every night.
As the saying goes, barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes, Wang Yong can run amok barefoot and use the first bucket of gold to put shoes on his son, but the surrounding situation has changed.
After Wang Fan counted the family property, he was afraid of his father's bare feet. He hurriedly immigrated to Qiantang with his family, and seemed to feel safe in a new environment.
The world will be disturbed, fearing to be caught by resentment, and the grandfather will carry the family to the eaves of the family, and take the Jia vendor as a matter.
The mall is like a battlefield, brave and fierce, very open.
Wang Fan's business was booming, and few people knew the source of his principal. Each signing of the order is bold and atmospheric, and the financial resources are abundant in the eyes of partners.
From the battlefield charge to the knighthood of the marquis, from the dismissal of officials to the cultivation of silkworms, from the armed robbery to the elite of the mall, the lao Wang family has completed the transformation with three generations.
Although times have changed, family inheritance has quietly continued.
Wang Fan's sons were equally fierce, causing trouble everywhere with two dollars in the family, and clamoring to smash anyone with money, resulting in a richer local tycoon.
As a settlement method, money allows everything to be converted into price codes, alleviating the conflict between people and people, but also casting the injustice that money can buy life.
Ding Bo did not let the Wang family apologize, and was not interested in the price they offered, but only asked Lao Wang to clean up his belongings and squeeze out his opponents while showing his might.
Therefore, Meng, chanting in Qian Tang, brave and domineering, the end of the fu and the Hao family Ding Bo and other grievances, the whole family migrated to Shangyu.
Turf is the biggest asset.
Wang Fan can take away all his belongings, but he can't take away the relationships that have been in business for many years. He had to look for a blank space to rebuild his business channels.
The process of doing things doesn't change much, and the people who do things age over time. Wang Fan was already a grandfather, and his mental strength was far less than when he was young.
Lao Tzu did not come much, and the son still hanged Er Lang Dang.
Wang Fan couldn't help but sigh and ordered his sons to prepare a few mountain knives. Outside the third ring road, there are almost all barefoot men, and their lives are all on these carriages.
Wang's daughter-in-law, with her big belly, carefully sat in the luxurious carriage. She was startled by her father-in-law's position, who knew the origin of the old Wang family's wealth.
Walking out of The county seat of Qiantang County, straight to the official road, the dust rolled up by the military horses covered the sky. The Eastern Han Dynasty was still fighting wars everywhere, and I didn't know what the next era would be.
Wang Fan turned to Wang And said, "You are a person who is about to become a father, can you stabilize your focus in the future?"
In 27 years, Wang Shu became a father for the first time.
He named his son Wang Chong, and after mixing the milk, he ran out and subdued people with his fists, but he just punched and kicked outside, and returned home to show respect for the old and love the young.
Some stupid eggs often rebel, pay attention to gentleness and elegance in front of outsiders, but have a very poor attitude towards the people closest to them, which is a typical rat carrying a gun in the nest.
Wang Chong grew day by day, proving what a genetic mutation is.
His cousins inherited the bloodline and showed a brave and fierce family style since childhood. A bunch of kids whistled up the trees to pick up birds, playing tired and squatting on the side of the street playing cards and gambling money.
Wang Chong played with them a few times, felt that there was no point in leaving the organization, turned over the dusty bamboo at home, and stared at the winding and twisted handwriting in a daze.
The words combined by the horizontal bending hook look extremely similar but have different interpretations, as if they tear time and space apart, enough to include the cosmic flood.
Ling Lun is good at hiding the birds, catching cicadas, playing money, Lin Xi, and refusing to be alone.
Wang Xuan bandaged the wound, still feeling that his head was very painful.
The son took the bamboo jane to ask for advice, he did not know much about the above text, wanted to fool around and felt inappropriate, simply asked a teacher to teach the school.
Wang Is not a competent son, but he is trying to be a good father. Without the fist of poetry and book indoctrination, the children of the Wang family would not be welcomed wherever they went.
Recite Qizhi, teach at the age of six, be respectful and obedient, have respect, be dignified and lonely, and have the ambition of a subject.
Force is the release of physical qi and blood, and it loses its suppression as it ages. Thought is the wisdom of insight into the human heart, which grows deeper and deeper with the passage of time.
Wang Chong relied on one text after another and gradually broke away from the fate of the Wang family. People's words and deeds match the situation, from any point of view, there is no groove.
The father has beaten many people in this life, but he has not slapped Wang Chong, the mother has not scolded her son for being lazy, and even the neighbors have praised him.
The Father has not tasted the flogging, the Mother has not tasted the wrong, and the Lu li has not tasted it.
When he was eight years old, Wang Chong walked into the academy with his school bag on his back.
More than a hundred elementary school students bounced around, and the first time they entered the school was unorganized and undisciplined. Less than two months after being treated, he obeyed and saw the broom and immediately obediently listened to the lesson.
Happy teaching is a pseudo-concept, and true learning is a painful thing. Overcoming playfulness to establish the habit of nibbling on books is only the first door to open the mind.
Plowing pigs is physical castration, and teaching should be mental guidance.
Students who do not complete their homework on time, their small hands are taught to be whipped red and swollen. Students who were too ugly to write in calligraphy class brushed against the wall and were spanked.
Wang Chong had never been beaten by a teacher, and he had not been injured at all after a semester. His homework was a hot commodity in the class, and the scum almost copied their names.
Personalized teaching requires conditions, and it is difficult to cover a class of 100 people. Teaching or following the good temptation is only the way, and activating subjective initiative is the goal.
If there are more than 100 servants in the library, they are all guilty of negligence, or they are whipped with books, and they are filled with books day by day, and there is no fault.
Some people dropped out of school halfway through, and some people were pushed away by teachers.
The so-called walkers are half ninety, and quitting halfway often represents the abandonment of previous achievements. Once early in the morning greedy black or overhanging thorn strands, after cutting only some residue remains.
Wang Chong upgraded to fight monsters in school and studied the Analects and Shang Shu courses. Write thousands of words of experience every day, and return home after graduation to teach yourself.
Xie Shi is specialized, helpful and curious, and the documents he reads are also extensive.
Wang Chong is becoming more and more erudite every day, and the same kind of people around him are becoming rarer and rarer every day. No one can point out the doubts in their hearts, but there is no shortage of brothers who drink and fight.
He can go all day without talking, or he can keep talking for three days and three nights. The people who listened to it were confused and came to a convincing conclusion.
Knowledge and morality increase simultaneously, and consistency in words and deeds can make the heart more determined. This golden scale, curled up in a shallow pool, stared at the bright moon in the sky and felt sleepy.
Talent is high but not still stubborn, oral argument is not easy to talk about.
Not his own, all day long.
If his argument begins with the multitude, and listens to it to the end, the multitude is.
Shangyu is so big, you don't want to go to the capital to study.
In 1944, 18-year-old Wang Chong went to Luoyang.
His father lost his family fortune and was blocked by creditors during the memorial service. In the past, I often pushed the cup to change the cup, and I did not see anyone stand up to give a lecture.
While reminiscing about his family's past, he also fantasized about his future future. Luxury carriages passed by, and the dust rolled up obscured the passers-by along the way.
Eli intersects, and when the benefit is exhausted, it is scattered; when the potential intersects, the momentum is tilted, but the heart intersects, and it is only when the heart intersects that it will become long-lasting.
Wang Chong passed the Taixue admissions exam, and his class teacher was Fufeng Banbiao.
The erudite and prestigious reputation of the old class is extremely high, and Wang Chong, who is very important to study thousands of miles away. This age does not need to use the whip, love to learn or not to learn to weigh it yourself.
Wang Chong fell into the ocean of books and absorbed them day and night in the top universities of the Eastern Han Dynasty. He never reads chapters and sentences when he reads, and chews them over and over again.
The teacher supports the wind and class Biao, good exposition and not observance of rules and sentences.
Ban Biao invited Wang Chong to come to his home for dinner, and during the meal he also took out a draft of the Book of Han, and Wang Chong patted the little Ban Gu next to him, smiled, and said: Here will remember the Han affairs.
The old Wang family inherits bravery and fierceness, and the old Class family inherits poetry and indoctrination. However, the genetic mutation of the two families seems to be a joke played by God.
Ban Gu inherited his father's aspirations and edited the Hanshu and died on death row.
Ban Chao abandoned Wen Congwu and threw pen from Rong Wei to shake the Western Regions.
Ban Zhao asked for his brother's orders and continued to write the Book of Han to participate in political affairs.
(See Qinling Yibai. Bangu Ban Chao)
Wang Chong, there are still greater twists and turns waiting for him.
Too much to read textbooks, extracurricular books also to read.
There are many bookstores in Luoyang City, but Wang Chong has no money to open a loan card, and he has been prostituting in major bookstores for many years, and the waiters who have engaged him see him roll his eyes.
Wang Chong was forced out of a stunt, ten lines at a glance and can not forget, one text after another to form a hundred schools of doctrine, all poured into the mind and mixed fermentation.
The family is poor and has no books, often travels to Luoyang City, reads the books sold, can recite at first sight, and then bo through the words of hundreds of families.
When he was tired of reading, Wang Chong ran out to overlook Lantai.
Lantai is the Imperial History Museum of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it is said that the treatment of working in it is super good, and the unlimited supply of fine paper and ink is unlimited, which is simply a paradise for literati.
Wang Chong dreamed of entering Lantai, and with his background in life, he could only dream. The sons of dignitaries and dignitaries must line up, and it is not the turn of his head to be in the Year of the Monkey.
Wang Chong was ready to overtake in the bend, and heard that Emperor Hanming went to Yongzhou to investigate and write a "Six Confucian Theory" to attract attention, but he was buried by the snowflake-like Shuangwen.
After 14 years of being a Beijing drifter, Wang was full of belly and returned empty-handed.
After returning to his hometown, Pingju was a professor.
In order to solve the problems of life, Wang Chong walked up to the three-foot podium with a textbook in his hands. His level far exceeds that of rural teachers, and he is rated as the most whip-saving teacher.
Students can find a teacher if they have doubts, and teachers can only die if they have doubts. Wang Chong continued the good habits of his childhood, taking advantage of this to break open and crush the knowledge of half a life.
Everything in the world can not be looked at closely, smooth mirror surface to blow bullets can be broken skin, magnified a thousand times after the gullies are overgrown, each theory is more like a loophole.
Thinking that the vulgar Confucianism and the observance of the text are more distorted, but they are closed doors and contemplation, and the ritual of celebrating hanging is absolutely celebratory, and the walls of the household are placed with knives and pens.
Wang Chong was addicted to it and could not extricate himself, did not go to class and closed the door to thank guests, did not participate in the weddings and funerals in the village, and the family was full of knives and pens to record at any time.
The daily food is becoming more and more crude, but the ideological spirit is becoming more and more abundant, Wang Chong has forgotten the worldly merits and wealth, and only wants to clarify the relationship between human nature and situation.
Are there any ghosts and gods in the world? Or is everything aikido self-generating.
Cloud dew frost wind and rain snow, is the interaction of matter.
Ancients and contemporaries, who is smarter?
Writing articles in pursuit of rhetoric, or should it be easy to understand?
Confucianism engages in what kind of heaven and man induction, nonsense.
What Daoists do to cultivate into immortals, nonsense.
Fate seems to be quite evil.
...
Endless, endless.
There is no rice in the house, what is the use of you studying those?
Wang Chong was recommended to serve in the county and was responsible for filling out daily forms. Think about the stomach is always more important than the brain, or clip the dishes to punch the report.
Speculating on too much life is doomed to find a place in the official arena. There is not only a situational misalignment between the two, but the distinction between the high and low realms is extremely obvious.
Full of idyllicity, not greedy and rich.
As the above knows, the promotion is more and more inferior, and does not admire high-ranking officials.
Not known to the superior, debased and degraded, not inferior.
The leader arranged for him to do whatever he wanted, and he didn't care if the year-end bonus was less than half, and he didn't argue when he was called a small report by his colleagues, and he could still nod and smile after meeting.
Work is only a means of making a living, and solving doubts in the heart is a lifelong event. Wang Chong saw through the origins of secular strife and kept a safe distance from outsiders.
His spiritual space is magnificent and vast, and there is no need to rely on external exchange to fill it, the only channel is to travel to make friends, and he pays great attention to quality rather than quantity.
Fill people with clean weight, travel must choose friends, not good friends.
Reading is a person's greatest private property.
Wherever the results learned from books are integrated, no one can deduct points. Further can be shared with others, step back can be tasted alone in the heart.
From farmers farming to merchants trading, they had to pay taxes except for breathing in the sun. The difference between these two situations makes it difficult for Wang Chong to remain silent.
Each disposition is in the same vein, and there is a condensation of transformation between different situations. After Wang Chong's government proposal was rejected, he simply submitted his resignation letter and left the official field.
Shi County, for the sake of Gong Cao, is not in line with the number of advice.
Wang Chong invited his friends to his home and prepared to announce his book publishing plan. The thousands of doubts that once haunted the heart were quietly solved after eating a full meal for several years.
Some friends saw him abandoning his official duties and not doing it, and the small boat of friendship immediately said that it would be turned over, and he expected to pull himself after the rich and noble, and what kind of friendship value would there be in self-destruction of his future.
Wang Chong also had joy and sorrow, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. Faced with the conventional consensus of human nature, he wrote a collection of essays to ridicule the world.
Vulgar greed advances and retreats, and the harvest is abandoned.
When Chongsheng ascended to the throne, the crowd was attached.
Abandon the poor and the old and betray the old.
The widow of the zhi layman, so he idly wrote twelve articles of "Ridicule" and "Festivals".
The Tao is divided into yin and yang, and people have advantages and disadvantages.
"On Balance"
Habit good is good, habit evil is evil.
Wolves eat people, people eat wolves.
If people have knowledge, they are powerful.
The grass is more than the grass, and the forest is more dead.
Happy and eager, poor and tireless.
Qu Miao people can't make peace, and words can't all be believed.
The leaker of the house is in Usita, and the person who knows the government is in Kusano.
When the cold is not tired, the frost does not fall, and the temperature does not fall on the day.
For the world,a hundred articles are harmless, and if they are not used, a chapter is useless.
Those who are not virtuous cannot be far-sighted, and those who are not big cannot be seen.
Horses are effective for thousands of miles, there is no need for Qi Ji, people expect to know, and there is no need for Kong Mo.
Mao Yan Xishi, the good destroyer can not hide his good; the concubine, the good reputation can not hide his ugliness.
Man is not knowledgeable, does not hear of the past and the present, does not see things, does not know whether it is or not, and is blind, deaf, and nasal carbuncles.
......
The 85 articles total 200,000 words elaborate on the relationship between the three talents of heaven and earth. One by one, the words combine the worldview and become the dazzling pearls of the historical night sky.
The doctrine system is not a Chinese-American text, the latter is a rhetorical stack of ideas, the former accommodates personal logical speculation, and there are compatibility problems in different situations.
Civil scientists over sixty years old bear the onslaught of skepticism.
Some people criticize his book for not being esoteric and that the meaning can be understood without looking up the dictionary, which infers that the author's level is too shallow (it is shallow and cannot be deep).
Wang Chong replied that the book is for people to read, should not pretend to be sophisticated to fill the façade, concise and straightforward and easy to understand is called high level (and the name is white, the matter is also self-determined).
Someone reminded him to cater to the audience, not to make a novel difference at every turn, so that it is easy to be badly evaluated (a hundred people read it, a thousand people hear it).
Wang Chong said that the worldly people don't like it, and the people of insight will not miss it (Gai Du is the language, the high priest is not willing, the layman is not good; the sage praises, the fool escapes).
The number of words is too large, and there is no patience to read it (if you are not conscious, the reader will not be able to exhaust it.) ）
The author is poor and doubts the motive for writing the book (now that my son is involved in the world and has written beautiful words, how can he supplement his body?). ）
The literary style is lacking, and the ancients can not be compared (the text is not similar to the previous, An de name is good, called skillful?). ）
The new book launch has become a national criticism meeting.
Without the aura of an expert, the ridicule from all walks of life is unscrupulous.
Someone moved out of "Lü's Spring and Autumn", and the heavy bounty did not even have a typo. Look at what "On Balance" wrote, hanging on the city gate will be sprayed to death at any time.
Ordinary people like to chase after the appearance of hilarity, but Wang Chong dares to tear apart the deep-seated reasons, he shakes his head and sighs and says: Yan Jin starts from your family, and Wen Dung comes out of the lowly room.
"Huainan" and "Lü Shi" are harmless, and the people who come out are rich and noble.
Husbands are noble, so they have to hang in the city, rich, so they have thousands of gold pairs.
Those who read it, fearful and fearful, although they see that they are not in line with each other, dare to say a word?
Some people stand on the moral high ground and ridicule the poor reputation of the ancestors of the Wang family, and the author himself has not visited a famous teacher, and what reading value can be written.
Wang Chong reviewed the virtues of his ancestors, wanted to save some face but could not find an example, so he had to start with the theory of genetic mutations, hoping to give a satisfactory answer.
Birds have no worldly phoenix emperor, and beasts have no species of unicorns.
Man has no ancestors and sages, and things are impermanent.
Only to be high and condescending, to be suffered from time to time.
Noble, so lonely.
Expensive, so it is unique.
A new book was boiling over, and Wang Chong felt disturbed physically and mentally. Shi Dongqin hired him to take the opportunity to move to Yangzhou with his family.
He wandered in grassroots posts, doing work with less money and more responsibility. Staying up to the age of seventy, I really can't move, submit a resignation application and go home to retire.
The material is small and the responsibility is large, the job is in the stabbing, the pen is thinking, and the years are abandoned.
The road is isolated, and the aspirations are poor. Whether it is true or not, the stakes are at stake.
Qin Ling Yibai came to visit with native honey, and Wang Chong was lying in front of the case concentrating on engraving. The white hair was trembling slightly, but the handwriting on the bamboo strip was extremely neat.
This is his last work, and he does not want to attract criticism from others, nor does he want to be a heretic in the eyes of the world, but only explains how to maintain the body.
Yibai: Is this the "Book of Nourishment"?
Wang Chong: Well, I'm almost done.
Ichibai: I'm going to buy this autographed version.
Wang Chong: Go to the bookstore to prostitute in the future.
Ichibai: I can't find it in bookstores.
Wang Chong: Nonsense! I teach you the secret.
Yibai: Really not, lost.
Wang Chong: Oh...
Yibai: How come you don't beat those keyboard men?
Wang Chong: If you really beat up, you won't come.
In 1997, his fellow countrymen played the emperor: Chong zhi genius, not added by learning, although in the past life Meng Ke, Sun Qing, near Han Yangxiong, Liu Xiang, Sima Qian, can not pass also.
Emperor Zhang of Han sent a luxury bus to pick up people, but Wang Chong was already too ill to get out of bed, and he remembered the Lantai he had envisioned, and said: The history of Lantai, Ban Gu, Jia Kui, Fu Yi, Yang Zhong, the famous Xiang Wenmei...
Yongyuan died at home.
postscript:
At that time, when I saw "On Balance" in the university library, the title of the book alone made people shine.
Later, I bought a blue-skinned version of "On Balance", the cheapest kind of ten yuan three copies.
On the long night of a thousand years ago, they were in the same starry sky as us, and in the absence of energy and technology, they could only gaze at the universe with their naked eyes and hearts.
Our knowledge far exceeds theirs, but our knowledge of sex and fate plummets. Some people disassemble their work, and one or two pieces are enough to dilute them into a hot-selling bibliography.
A humble article, but also a sense of enlightenment.