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When Zi Liu's mother died, Zi Shuo asked for a feast. Zi Liu asked, "Why?" Zi Shuo said, "Please give porridge to my half brother's mother." Zi Liu said, "How can you bury your mother with porridge for someone else's mother? No." After the funeral, Zi Shuo wanted to use the remaining cloth to prepare the sacrificial utensils. Zi Liu said, "No, I have heard that a gentleman should not stay at home during a funeral. Please arrange for the poor among your brothers." The gentleman said, "If you plan for someone's military advisor, you will die; if you plan for someone's state, you will be destroyed." Gongshu Wenzi ascended to Xiaqiu, and Qu Boyu followed him. Wenzi said, "How happy this hill is. I want to be buried there when I die." Qu Boyu said, "If you are happy, then Yuan will come forward."
Wang Lantian is impatient. Once when he was eating an egg, he tried to poke it with chopsticks, but failed. He became very angry and threw the egg to the ground. The egg was still spinning on the ground, so he went down to the ground and tried to step on it with the teeth of his clogs, but still couldn't catch it. He became very angry, so he took it from the ground and put it in his mouth, bit it into pieces, and then spat it out. Wang Youjun heard this and laughed loudly, saying: "Even if Anqi had such a character, there would still be no one to criticize him, let alone Lantian?"
King Pengcheng had a fast ox, which he loved very much. Taiwei Wang won it by betting on archery. The King of Pengcheng said: "If you want to ride yourself, then that's fine; but if you want to eat, you should replace them with twenty fat ones. This way you don't abandon eating, and you keep what you love." The king then killed Tan.
In the last month of autumn, the sun is in Fang, the sun is in the sky at dusk, and the sun is in the willow at dawn. The days are Geng and Xin. The emperor is Shaohao, and the god is Rushou. The insect is Mao. The sound is Shang, and the scale is Wushe. The number is nine. The taste is spicy and the smell is fishy. The gate is worshipped with liver. Wild geese come as guests, and wine goes into the water and becomes clams. The chrysanthemum has yellow flowers, and the jackal sacrifices animals and kills birds. The emperor lives in the right side of the general chapter, rides on the military road, drives a white camel, carries a white flag, wears white clothes, and wears white jade. He eats hemp and dog, and his utensils are thin and deep.
When Emperor Yuan's prince was born, he bestowed gifts upon all his ministers. Yin Hongqiao thanked him and said, "The birth of the prince is a cause of great joy to the whole world. I have done nothing for this, yet you have given me such a generous reward." Zhongzong laughed and said, "How can this be credited to you?"
Duke Xiang of Song buried his wife with a hundred jars of salted meat. Zeng Zi said, "Since it is said that the utensils are clear, it is also filled." At the funeral of Meng Xianzi, Si Tu Lu returned to Si Bu. The Master said, "Yes." Reading the 赐, Zengzi said, "It is not ancient, it is a second report." Cheng Zigao was ill in bed, and Qing Yi came in and asked, "Your illness has worsened. If it becomes a serious illness, what should I do?" Zigao said, "I have heard that life is beneficial to people, and death is not harmful to people. Even if I am not beneficial to people in life, can I harm people in death? When I die, choose a place where no food is eaten and bury me there."
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