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Professionally beat the son of luck

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."

The eldest son's personal maid

Wang Shu was transferred to be the Minister of the Chancellery and was appointed as such when the matter was settled. Wendu said, "So I should yield to Du Xu." Lantian said, "Do you think I am capable of this?" Wendu said, "Why not? But being able to yield is a good thing, and I am afraid it should not be missed." Lantian said with emotion, "If you say you are capable, why should you yield? People say you are better than me, but you are definitely not as good as me."

Talking about marriage and love

When parents and grandparents are in need, the clothes are pure and in black; when parents are in need, the clothes are pure and in blue. For orphans, the clothes are pure and in white. The sleeves, edges, and borders are each an inch and a half wide.

The farthest

I have a richest father

Someone asked General Yin Zhongjun: "Why does a general who is about to get a position dream of coffins and utensils, and a general who is about to get wealth dream of feces and dirt?" Yin said: "Officials are originally rotten and smelly, so a general who is about to get a position dreams of coffins and corpses; wealth is originally feces and dirt, so a general who is about to get a position dreams of dirt and dirt." People at that time thought that his name was untrue.

The little fresh meat upstairs

Guo Jingchun crossed the river and lived in Jiyang. His tomb was less than a hundred steps away from the water, so people at that time thought it was close to the water. Jing Chun said: "It will become land in the future." Now the sand has risen, and the land dozens of miles away from the tomb is all mulberry fields. His poem goes like this: "The northern hill is fierce, the vast ocean is turbulent; the three tombs are piled up, only the mother and the Kun."8 Prime Minister Wang ordered Guo Pu to try to make a hexagram. When the hexagram was completed, Guo looked very unhappy and said, "You will have a disaster!" The king asked, "Is there a way to avoid it?" Guo said, "I will order my carriage to go west for a few miles and find a cypress tree. I will cut it into a piece as long as you, and place it on your bed as a regular place to sleep. Then the disaster will be avoided." The king followed his advice. Within a few days, the fruit was crushed to pieces, and the children and young men all celebrated. The general said, "You are again putting the blame on the trees."