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Emperor Wu of Jin always gave tribute to Shan Tao and Shan Shao. Xie Taifu asked his sons and daughters about this, and the cavalry replied, "It should be because those who want it are not many, and those who give it will forget about it."
Mrs. Xie drew the curtain and asked the maids to perform in front of her so that the tutor could see them for a while, and then the curtain was lowered. The Grand Master asked for another opening, but the Lady said, "I am afraid it will hurt Shengde."
When He Yan was seven years old, he was as bright and wise as a god, and Wei Wu loved him very much. Because Yan was in the palace, he wanted to adopt him as his son. Yan then drew a circle on the ground and placed himself in the middle of it. People asked why? He replied, "It is the He family's house." When Wei Wu knew about it, he sent him back.
The roars of Ruan's infantrymen could be heard from hundreds of steps away. In Mount Sumen, a true man suddenly appeared, and the woodcutters all told about him. Ruan Ji went to see, and saw the man hugging his knees beside a rock. Ji climbed the ridge to meet him, and they sat cross-legged facing each other. Ji discussed the history of the past, and explained the mysterious and quiet ways of Huang and Nong, and examined the beauty of the great virtues of the Three Dynasties. When asked about it, he did not respond. He then recounted the teachings of action, the techniques of settling the mind and guiding the qi, and watched him. He was just the same as before, staring intently without moving. Ji Yin let out a long whistle in response. After a long time, he smiled and said, "You can do it again." Ji whistled again. When his intention was exhausted, he retreated and returned halfway up the mountain. He then heard a sound from above, like the sound of drums played by several tribes, echoing through the woods and valleys. He looked back and then howled at the people.
When Wang Jingren was thirteen years old, he wrote On the Wise. The chief secretary sent it to Zhenchang, who replied, "Seeing Jingren's essay, I can understand the subtle meaning of it."
To boil: Beat it, remove the wrinkles, weave the beef with reed cloth, sprinkle cinnamon and ginger on it, and salt it, and eat it dry. The same is true for sheep, and the same is true for elk, deer and roe deer. If you want to make the meat moist, then release it and fry it with minced meat. If you want to make the meat dry, then beat it and eat it.
Yin Zhongkan's father was ill and suffered from palpitations. He heard ants moving under his bed and thought it was a fight between bulls. Xiaowu did not know that it was the Duke of Yin, so he asked Zhongkan, "Is there a Yin who is so sick?" Zhongkan burst into tears and stood up, saying, "I only know how to advance and retreat."
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