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Mao Bocheng was proud of his talent and often said: "I would rather be a broken orchid than a sagebrush."

My apprentice is the richest man

In the last month of winter, the sun is in the constellation of the goddess of the moon, the sun sets in the middle of the sky, and the sun rises in the middle of the sky. The days are Ren and Gui. Its emperor is Zhuanxu, and its god is Xuanming. Its insect is shellfish. Its sound is feather, and the musical scale is Dalü. Its number is six. Its taste is salty, and its smell is rotten. Its ritual is to offer sacrifice to the ancestors' kidneys. The geese fly north, and the magpies begin to nest. Pheasants crow, and chickens lay eggs. The emperor lives in the right side of the Xuan Hall. He rides on a dark road, drives a black horse, carries a dark flag, wears black clothes, and wears dark jade. He eats millet and pork, and his utensils are large and sharp. He orders the officials to sacrifice cattle and dig up cattle in case of major disasters to drive away the cold. The birds of war are fierce and fierce. He then completes the sacrifices to the mountains and rivers, as well as the emperor's ministers and the gods of the emperor.

One phase is the middle

Indulge your wife with love without negotiation

In this month, frost begins to fall, and all workers rest. He orders the officials to say: The cold air has arrived, and the people can't bear it, so they should all go indoors. On the first day of Ding, the music director is ordered to go in and learn to play. In this month, a great feast is held for the emperor, and the sacrifices are reported to the emperor. The princes are united, and hundreds of counties are set up. The tax rates and tributes of the princes are determined according to the distance and appropriateness of the land, so as to provide for the affairs of the suburbs and temples, without any bias.

The chef's mother is busy farming

Yin Zhongjun was an expert at understanding the meridians, but he became useless in middle age. There was a messenger who was always there, but he suddenly kowtowed and bled. Hao asked why? He said, "There is a matter of death that cannot be told." After a long questioning, he finally said, "My mother is nearly a hundred years old and has been ill for a long time. If the officials can find her pulse, there will be a chance of survival. Then I will kill her without any regrets." Moved by his sincerity, he had her carried in, and he took her pulse and prescribed medicine. After taking one dose of soup, he recovered. So all the classics were burned.

You're going to marry me.

People with the same surname follow the clan and are of the same clan; people with different surnames follow the name and govern the society. Names are written, but men and women are different. If the husband belongs to the father's way, his wife is the mother's way; if the husband belongs to the son's way, his wife is the wife's way. If the brother's wife is called "wife", can the sister-in-law also be called "mother"? Name is the most important thing in human governance, so can we not be careful? After four generations, the mourning period is exhausted; after five generations, the same surname is killed. After six generations, the relatives are exhausted. The common surnames are distinguished at the top, and the relatives are at the bottom. Can marriages be allowed? They are tied by surnames and are not distinguished, and they are tied by food and are not different. Even if a hundred generations, marriages cannot be allowed, this is the way of Zhou.