Chapter 5 Chapter Five Zhuangjia City Zhuang Zhou Dreams Butterfly Confucian Shop Meng Ke Sells Human Flesh

But when the old man saw the scholar came to persuade him, he said angrily: "Shaozhengmao, you don't know. I'm going to visit Mozi's house, but I imagine she will bump into me. A lady doesn't even know a little bit of elegance." He said with a smile, "Teacher Li, calm down. For my sake, let him go." The old man leaned on his stick and left angrily. Seeing Lao Tzu walking away, Shaozhengmao asked Hong Bo, "My lady, who are you and how did you get to this kingdom of saints?" Hong Bo said angrily: "What kind of woman am I? I'm a tourist." He took off Qiuxiang's clothes, and told how he got to heaven, and how he went to the Fragrance Tower to tease Lu Buwei.After Shaozhengmao heard this, he laughed loudly and said: "The group of Confucian scholars are full of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trustworthiness, gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and accommodation. They are all deceitful. Entrusted by a group of friends from the famous sages Han Fei, Gou Kuang, Wu Qi, and Shang Yang to give lectures here."

Hong Bo said: "Since that's the case, I'm willing to go with you, just to visit the Kingdom of Saints and find out the whereabouts of my girlfriend." Shaozhengmao said: "But sages are the ones who love hugs the most, you have to be careful." Hong Bo said with a smile: "Last night, it was dark and a man disguised himself as a woman. Now that I'm back to normal, his old eyes are hazy. Could he recognize me?" Shaozhengmao said: "Very well, let's go together." So Hong Bo followed Shaozheng Mao to the Kingdom of Saints. After traveling for about thirty miles, I arrived in the city, but I saw:

Saints and sages gather in the streets and markets like smoke;There are gentlemen who prefer to fold flowers and steal willows, and talk about the beauty of tea with little tea.There are well-dressed and well-dressed people who prefer to talk about the past and the present, and shake their autumn fans lightly to talk in vain.In a mess, all schools of thought are fighting together; bustling with people, with ulterior motives and ulterior motives.That jumping beam clown, Jing Ke's biography, is full of ghosts and ghosts; this Tao is also unchanged, Bachelor Zhongshu, who has not peeped into the garden for three years after studying the scriptures.The business in Kong's shop was very miserable. It turned out that it was Mr. Meng who held the knife!It is absurd to explore the truth in the kingdom of saints, where is Tao Yuanming Taoyuan!

The two arrived at a street market, where they saw white butterflies like clouds.Shaozhengmao said: "There is a Taoist friend living in Zhuangjia City, let's settle down with him before making any plans." Hong Bo agreed, and the two walked into the alley. When I arrived at a door, I saw a couplet: Shaozheng Mao saw that the door was ajar, and pulled Hongbo into the courtyard.But I saw a white-faced gentleman lying in the room next to the coffin in the courtyard, knocking on a pot and singing: Shaozheng Mao said: "Zhuang Zhou, why are you knocking on the pot? Whose coffin belongs to?"

When Zhuang Zhou saw Shao Zhengmao leading Hong Bo in, he laughed and said, "My wife died of illness the day before yesterday, so I knocked the earthenware pot for her funeral." Shaozhengmao said: "It's a great pity for my sister-in-law to die young, but you are having fun. What is the meaning of this? Could it be that there is something going on in Fireworks Lane?" After hearing this, Zhuang Zhou put down the crockpot and said seriously, "I only use Zimei's saying that 'a life of seventy is rare since ancient times', and my lovely wife died at the age of sixteen, isn't it also 'a life of sixteen is rare since ancient times'?" Rarely, human beings are yin and yang animals in the world, different from the stars and the moon. Once you die, you can't escape the word "death". My wife is originally from the country of talented women. She came to live with me in this country of saints and found it boring. She doesn't like mother-in-law. She is depressed by nature and weak. I just died depressed. Last night, I was dreamed by a butterfly. I dreamed that I turned into a butterfly and flew to Quantai. I saw that she had been named a butterfly fairy by King Yan Luo, and she was in charge of a hundred thousand butterflies. She lived in the Butterfly Palace. It was agreed to meet every year on Qingming Festival, and she sent a butterfly maid to pick me up, and the husband and wife will meet together. She doesn't like the kingdom of heaven, and would like to go to Quantai to make a living. Following her wish is the greatest happiness. I died following her wish. Does the pot sing? This is what a wise man does."

After hearing this, Shaozhengmao laughed and said: "Zhuang Sheng, I think it's better to avoid it. I know your enlightenment. Let's take this guest to the room first and talk about it." Zhuang Sheng greeted Hong Bo and led them into the house. I saw a madman singing loudly in the house: Seeing Hong Bo and Shaozheng's majestic spirit, the madman said, "Brother Zhuang, who are these?" Ruan Ji naturally looked at each other with favor, and introduced himself: "I am Ruan Ji, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove in the State of Poetry, and Zhuang Zhou is my best friend. I am very happy to meet you two gentlemen today." The diners served wine and dishes, and the four drank to their heart's content.Just as he asked, Shao Zhengmao asked, "What kind of meat is this? Why is it so sour?"

Zhuang Zhou said, "It's the mutton that I called my customers to buy." Ruan Ji took a bite, spat out the meat and said, "What kind of mutton? The mutton is fresh and tender. This meat is very angry. It must be dog meat. Where did you buy it?" Zhuang Zhou said: "I don't like this meat. I bought it from the Confucius shop. This is the only butcher shop in the country of saints." Shaozhengmao slapped the table and said angrily: "Master Meng is too deceitful! How can you sell dog meat on a sheep's pedestal?! I'll settle the score with him!" After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and left, Ruan Ji, Zhuang Zhou, and Hong Bo feared that he would be alone. If you go to suffer, you will go with him.

When I came to the center of the street, I saw a big shop in the west, with the words "Kong's shop" written on the Wujin plaque. A black flag raised a few sheep's heads high, and several men were surrounding a thin gentleman cutting meat.Seeing Zhuang Zhou, he stepped forward and asked, "Yan Hui, is your shopkeeper there?" Yan replied, "Master Meng is here, Zhuang Sheng, is there anything wrong?" That Ruan Ji couldn't bear his temper, he grabbed Yan Hui by splitting his chest and said, "Why is your Confucius shop selling dog meat like a sheep?!"

That Yan Hui shouted: "Why are you so rude? How dare you beat someone!" At this time, Meng Ke came out from behind the closet and saw the academician wrestling Yan Hui, and shouted: "'Don't do to you what you don't want. Yuren'. That fellow stop?" Zhuang Zhou went to the counter, picked up the meat and shouted, "Meng Lao Si, how do you sell dog meat in your Confucius shop?" Meng Ke yelled in a strange voice: "Zhuang Sheng, don't spout blood. This meat is clearly pulled from a sheep. How could it be dog meat?" At this time, more and more people gathered around, Shaozhengmao stepped up the steps, and said loudly: "Everyone, take a closer look, the Kong family shop is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, so they are doing all these things! Look, everyone, what kind of mutton is this, it is clear." It's dog meat!" He smashed the couplet with both hands.

Meng Ke was still about to argue, but Hong Bo had already brought out a piece of dog meat from the house and laid it on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Meng Laosi, look, what is this?" When everyone saw it, they were filled with indignation. They grabbed Meng Ke and raised his hands to beat them. An old man came out of the crowd and stopped him, saying, "A gentleman repeats his words but not meritorious deeds. It's not a war, it's not a war!" Zhuang Zhou said: "Mo Zhai, you have nothing to do here, go home and start farming!" Someone in the crowd lit a fire, and the Kong family shop suddenly burst into flames, filled with black smoke, and there were already Zilu and Zigong in the fireworks. , Zixia, Cheng Yi, and Cheng Hao brothers came holding sticks.Shaozhengmao said: "This matter has become a big deal, Zhuang Sheng, courtyard brother, let's go!" So a few people came to the east, and rushed to a three-way intersection in the countryside, Shaozhengmao said: "I'm going to Jiangdong country to give lectures, and I will leave. It's over." After saying that, he left.

Ruan Ji said: "Mr. Chen might as well take refuge in the country of poets and guests." Hong Bo agreed.Zhuang Zhou said: "I can't live in this country of sages anymore. I'll go to Lijiazhuang to vote for Lao Tzu." Ruan Ji and Hong Bo bid farewell to Zhuang Zhou and came to the country of poets. When they came to a river, they saw green reeds and mist on the river. There are words to prove it: The rain in Shixiang is long, and the grass on the terrace is soaked.Laughing in spring, summer, autumn and winter is beautiful, not to mention poetry and flowers?Homesickness, all romantic, talented, philosophical and wise into the wine.I advise you not to worry, there are scholars in Qin Dynasty, celebrities in Sichuan and Shu, who are familiar with poetry and osmanthus. Looking up, Xinghua accompanies you to enter the country, and Xianyan rests in time?It's hard to buy leisure with a thousand dollars, so you can't afford to be light and skinny.You don’t know, the country of poets spends the sun and the moon in each spring and autumn, and the leisure time is the most near the Shuiqiong attic, can someone sing, heartbroken in Yunliu! At this time, someone from the reed called Hong Bo, Hong Bo turned his head, and couldn't help being surprised.exactly: Poetry is not in the land of good fortune Saint Fang Avoids Encountering Piaoxian