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Wang Rong had some favorite lychees. When he sold them, he was afraid that someone would get the seeds, so he always drilled the pits.
Ruan Xuanzi discussed the existence of ghosts and gods. Some believed that ghosts existed when people died, but Xuanzi alone believed that ghosts did not exist. He said, "Nowadays, those who see ghosts say that they cut off the clothes they wore when they were alive. If ghosts exist when people die, do clothes also have ghosts?"
Before leaving, Mr. Yu talked to Zhong about the future affairs and entrusted him with deep trust. Zhong said, "Whose fault is it when the pillars are broken and the rafters are falling?" Yu said, "Today's events cannot be discussed any more. You are the one who will restore the situation!" Zhong said, "I think you are worthy of being Xun Lin's father."
When Lord Gaogui passed away, there was an uproar both inside and outside the city. Sima Wenwang asked Chen Tai, the attendant, "How can we calm it down?" Tai said, "Only by killing Jia Chong can we thank the world." Sima Wenwang asked, "Can we lower this level?" Chen Tai replied, "We only see the upper level, not the lower level."
Zhuge Ling and Prime Minister Wang were arguing about the priority of surnames and clans. Wang asked, "Why don't you say Ge or Wang, but Wang or Ge?" Ling said, "It's like saying donkey or horse, instead of saying horse or donkey. How can a donkey be better than a horse?"
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