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Zu Shishao loved money when he was young, and Ruan Yaoji liked to wear shoes. They both managed their own things, but they did not judge their gains and losses. When someone visited the ancestor, he saw the items and property. When the guest arrived, the screen had not yet been fully screened. I put two small baskets and chopsticks behind my back and leaned over to block them, feeling unsatisfied. Someone who visited Ruan saw him blowing on his wax clogs, and he sighed and said, "I wonder how many pairs of clogs I should wear in my lifetime?" He looked relaxed. Then the winner was decided.
Jian Wen said to Wang Huaizu: "You are not very talented, but you are not indifferent to fame and wealth; just a little bit of sincerity and honesty is enough to show a lot to others."
Sima Wenwang asked Wu Hui: "How is Chen Xuanbo compared to his father, the Minister of Works?" Hui said: "He is well-versed in knowledge and can take the responsibility of educating the world. He is not as good as him. He is wise, concise and has made great achievements and achievements, which is worse than him."
Chen Ying was from Dongyang. He cultivated moral conduct at a young age and was well-known among his fellow villagers. At the end of the Qin Dynasty, when chaos broke out, the people of Dongyang wanted to take Ying as their master, but his mother said, "No! As your wife, I have rarely seen poverty and humbleness. Once I become rich and noble, it will be unlucky! It is better to take the army and make it yours: if it succeeds, you will get less benefit; if it fails, you will suffer the consequences."
There was a morning auspicious event in Lu, but no one sang. Zilu laughed at him. The Master said, "You, you blame others, and never stop? The three-year mourning period is already long." Zilu left, and the Master said, "How long? If it lasts more than a month, it will be good."
The dukes wear the robes of the rear road and the crown. The front road and the pagoda are not covered with robes. Send a car to inspect the prison equipment. The thin cloth saddles have patterns on the four sides and are placed at the four corners. Carrying the mourning caps, Youzi said: "It is not the etiquette. The funeral offerings are only dried meat and salted meat. "In sacrifice, the title of filial son or filial grandson is used; in funeral, the title of mourning son or mourning grandson is used. The mourning dress and funeral carriage are all the same. The white crown and the black cloth crown are not fringe-shaped. The black cloth crown is fringe-shaped. The officials wear the crown and offer sacrifices to the duke, and the hat and offer sacrifices to themselves. The scholars wear the hat and offer sacrifices to the duke, and the crown and offer sacrifices to themselves. The scholars wear the hat and personally welcome the deceased, so it is acceptable for the scholars to wear the hat and offer sacrifices to themselves.
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.
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