“It’s noon to hoe the crops,

Sweat drips into the soil.

Who knows the food on the plate?

Every grain is hard.”

The sludge on the paddy fields was in my eyes, but the Grand Minister Xiao Qisheng could not see any filth in his eyes. The handwriting in the sludge was shining with golden light, and every word and stroke carried a huge force of thought.

Xiao Qisheng wanted to read it quickly, but his eyes were difficult to see and line. After trying hard to read it slowly, he could only read it slowly by word. All the Confucian scholars present held their breath and listened to Xiao Qisheng's recitation word by word.

From the beginning of seeing the first word, a wave of thought quickly surged in his Zhihai, and he was completely stunned. The content of the whole poem quickly reappeared in his Zhihai, the hard-working old farmer, carrying a hoe, and farming in the fields under the scorching sun.

The sun is scorching, and every time I wave my hoe, the old farmers sweat like rain. The rice in the fields gradually flourished, the rice ears became plump, and the ears became yellow. The harvest season was not a happy day for the old farmers. The plump and golden rice were transported to various places, but the farmers' lives were still so bitter.

Scholars, at the banquet, bowls of fragrant rice, jade plates of delicacies, meat forests and wine ponds were squandered by the Confucian scholars. But who could see the hardships behind that simple white rice, from sowing to harvesting?

"The Praise of the Farmers, the poem is called Praise of the Farmers... What a Praise of the Farmers..."

The pictures are presented in the wisdom of Xiao Qisheng, the Grand Secretary. After all the changes, they are full of emotion. It took a long time to read the poem to the end. The ending of the sentence "Every grain is hard", but it suddenly made Xiao Qisheng feel a burst of bitterness.

"Sulin. Your poem "Praise the Farmers" is a poem about agriculture! But it is not like the poem about agriculture in the Book of Songs, who gains the strength of thought through praying for heaven to have a good harvest..."

Hong Liyu has been staring at the "Perfect Farm" on the sludge for a long time. As the saint of the Jade Rabbit Demon Clan, she had always cared about the farming of human farmers. But now, after reading Su Lin's song "Perfect Farm" and looking at the thin old farmers around, Zhihai also set off a huge wave of thought. She couldn't help but reveal the true meaning of Su Lin's poem:

"You did not pray for a good harvest, nor did you expect good weather. Because these are controlled by the Confucian scholars under the holy power magic. What is pitiful is these farmers. Although the fields are abundant, they can cultivate and harvest continuously in all seasons. But these are not their harvests... They are like those farm tools, controlled by the will of the gentry and the Confucian scholars, working all year round... Poor! So pitiful... Compassion for farmers! Compassionate farmers! Confucian scholars pay attention to benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and trustworthiness, but they despise the farmers who provide us with food..."

The expression on his face went from surprise to sadness to pity, but finally turned into anger. Hong Liyu was completely infected by the thoughts in Su Lin's poems. He empathized with the helplessness and sorrow of those farmers, so he also felt disgusted and angry with the hypocritical behavior of Confucian scholars who despised the farmers as vulgar and were afraid to avoid them.

"Hey! So... I have always been like this. The hard work of the farmers provides us with precious food, but we so-called Confucian scholars who value benevolence and righteousness do not take them seriously at all. They even think they are inferior and should do such rough work..."

A guilty emotion rose in Yuan Mu's heart and lowered his head in shame. But the thoughts in Zhihai became more and more refined.

"They are not inferior! What they do is not vulgar."

At this moment, Su Lin, who had been squatting in silence to write poems, stood up and turned to face the students of the government and the surprised face. He said sternly, "We so-called Confucian scholars have studied Confucius, Mencius' poetry and books and the Hundred Schools of Classics since childhood. They believe that thought is the highest power, but they look down on those peasants who have not even had wisdom.

But do you know that without their hard work, where would there be three meals a day to feed us? But with such hard work, not only did they not get the harvest and guarantee they deserve, but they did not even have any respect or status. For example, this old man is 60 years old and still sick, but he is still driven to harvest rice ears..."

Su Lin knew that although this place was a Confucian and Taoist world that emphasized benevolence, righteousness and morality, there was still class oppression, the gap between the rich and the poor, and many unfairness. Confucian scholars were classes at the top of society, while peasants were exploited at the bottom of society.

Even though he knew that what he did and said could not change the situation of the world, Su Lin still couldn't help it. A thought that surged in the sea of ​​wisdom made him eager to justify the farmers, and even more wanted to tell those Confucian scholars who looked down on the farmers.

Farming and harvesting are not vulgar things, but careers that can raise countless people.

The illiterate farmers are more respectful than those Jinshi who are intriguing in the court, because it is their hard work that makes us full.

Su Lin's words made all the Confucian scholars present stunned. Before this, they had never considered the feelings of farmers, the lives and lives of farmers. The holy power magic changed the climate and environment and planted them. The farmers were like farm tools, driven by them to plant and harvest crops.

Now, Su Lin's song "Praise the Farmer" has penetrated the hearts of every Confucian scholar like a sharp sword, questioning from the deepest part of their hearts, causing their conscience and thought to suffer an unprecedented torment.

"The farmers raised us with the crops they planted with hard hands, but we... thought they were inferior... How could I think so in the past?"

"Although they do dirty work, they never complain. On the contrary, we Confucian scholars who read leisurely all day long look down on them..."

...

Almost all the Confucian scholars lowered their heads and thoughts were directed towards their hearts. Even Lu Tong, Liu Shimin and others had to admit that Su Lin was right.

"The farming is not vulgar! What's the harm in going to the fields? Haha... I didn't expect that Fang Hui of Fang's family would go to the fields to do farm work all day?"

Just when everyone was ashamed and sighed, the juren Fang Hui woke up first, rolled up his trousers and rushed down the paddy field, snatched a sickle from a farmer, imitating the way the farmers used to seize the rice stalk and quickly harvested it with the sickle.

During this harvesting process, Fang Hui's wisdom sparked a wave of enlightenment. His heart of judging people was condensed a lot in this moment, which was equivalent to reducing hard study for half a year! This is to practice the truth, read the idea of ​​"Compassion with the Farmer", and practice it in practice, and truly appreciate the hard work of the farmers. Fang Hui's thoughts and insights in Zhihai are naturally incomparable to reading poetry and books in this way.

"Yes! The earth breeds food, Saint Kong also said that farming is the foundation of everything. Why do we look down on farming? Give me a sickle and I will go to the fields!"

The other scholars and juren also immediately understood and rushed to go to the ground to harvest rice. This was a very rare opportunity to practice ideas and principles. If we could seize this opportunity, the progress of our thoughts would be very rapid.

But, just now, Su Lin's light curtain of "Praise for Farmers" made tens of millions of rice ears fold down their heads, and the rice ears were naturally broken and stacked together.

Therefore, most of these scholars and juren were one step late. When they arrived at the paddy fields, all the rice ears had become piles of rice. When the farmers of tens of thousands of people saw this scene, they clapped and cheered. It was originally necessary to have been a long time to harvest, but Su Lin's song "Praise the Farmers" was completely over.

Those scholars who could not harvest rice did not care about walking on the dirty paddy fields, and tried desperately to seize the opportunity to appreciate this thought of pitying farmers.

In the air, the huge Shennong statue suddenly burst out after all the rice fields had been harvested, and the entire statue began to condense into the center. The golden light burst out seemed like a small sun floating in the air. At the same time, the light shone on people, very warm and warm.

All the Confucian scholars were beaten by the light, and the deficit Zhihai became full instantly, and the evil thoughts in Zhihai were suppressed to the peak. The farmers in the fields became energetic under the light, and their bodies were weak, and they instantly felt a vitality in their bodies. Those who were sick were cured without treatment at this moment. The old farmer who Su Lin had supported before had recovered from coughing and his back was a little straightened, and they seemed to be ten years younger...

"Shennong Holy Light? The poem "Software of the Farmers"... does it express the idea of ​​Shennong's enlightenment?" Xiao Qisheng, the Grand Secretary, grew up. He wrote the novel "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs" for no less than a hundred times, but he still did not truly understand Shennong's thoughts and Taoism.

But now, the sacred light of the Shennong statue emits the holy light, which represents Su Lin's "Praise for the Farmers" that fits the thoughts and spirits of Shennong.

"In ancient times, the human race was weak. Shennong was compassionate to the human race that could not survive, so he did not hesitate to taste hundreds of herbs personally to find grain crops and various medicinal materials that could be planted for the human race... So Shennong was the source of thought for farmers and doctors, but what about the confucian scholars of today's farmer families? They regarded farmers as machines for labor and constantly squeezed them... They did not know how to pity the farmers and the common people. No wonder the novelist Xiao Qisheng summoned the Shennong statue, which could only ripen the rice, and formed a unique layer of ideological protection on each rice ear..."

Looking at the light of the Shennong statue, Su Lin's wisdom suddenly became enlightened. The thought of compassion was not only the peasants, but the people, and the entire human race.

The more the Shennong statue condensed, the smaller the light became, and finally reached its peak, becoming a golden grain, slowly falling towards Su Lin. Su Lin instinctively stretched out his palm, and the grain fell steadily on his hand. (To be continued...)

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