Chapter 796: 483 chapters, butterflies flying among the flower thickets

483 chapters, butterflies flying among the flower thickets.

483 chapters, butterflies flying among the flower thickets.

——A branch of red apricot sticking out over the wall.

To avoid diluting the theme, I still set my own topic aside, put others before myself, learn to forget myself, and then say that Zhuangzi's heart wants to respond to Marquis Guanhe's words.

Just now, after hearing Marquis Guanhe's words, Zhuangzi really couldn't bear it in his heart.

Although Zhuangzi is poor, his poverty comes with integrity and ambition; he has never eaten food given in pity. His livelihood is earned solely by his own labor, upright and honorable, bright and aboveboard.

Today, having no choice, he went to Marquis Guanhe's house to borrow grain. After borrowing grain, he plans that once the weather clears and the sun comes out, he will go to the riverbank to fish and sell the catch; Marquis Guanhe demands money for money, grain for grain.

The granary of Marquis Guanhe's household holds so much grain that even if left unharvested for three years, it could not be finished. Who would have thought that Marquis Guanhe not only refused to lend Zhuangzi even a single grain, but also subjected Zhuangzi to severe humiliation.

Asking others for help in borrowing money is inherently embarrassing, hard to speak up, mentally distressing; one feels ashamed. Borrowing money is one of the most humiliating things in life.

Nothing is more embarrassing than asking others for help in borrowing money. Moreover, Zhuangzi knows a few more characters than others; in colloquial terms, he is an intellectual.

According to the fifty-two essays in Zhuangzi's own book, Zhuangzi can still be considered an intellectual. Following Kong Yiji's saying 'A gentleman is inevitably poor,' Zhuangzi ought to be poor.

'A gentleman is inevitably poor,' Zhuangzi is also 'double-layered thick-skinned'—being both an intellectual and a gentleman makes him even poorer. Nowadays, clever intellectuals can turn knowledge into wealth, making themselves rich, becoming big bosses; if they cannot become big bosses, they at least become small bosses.

In short, no matter what kind of 'plank' (i. e., reliance), one cannot live by borrowing from others, nor go without food. A belly full of knowledge with nothing to eat makes this book useless study, a loss of face. Look at Zhuangzi borrowing money from friends—he didn't get the loan, and even defaulted on his friends; this life is truly impossible to sustain.

Having come to this point in life, this is truly the most embarrassing, most painful…….

Zhuangzi, what are you even writing those…… articles for?

What 'Free and Easy Wandering'……! No wonder that dog-thing Marquis Guanhe mocks you, saying 'Strolling in the rain is very carefree,' while you wander carefree to the point of having no food.

What can't you do but insist on writing those x-articles? How many people who write proper, serious articles have enough to eat? Marquis Guanhe refuses to lend you grain, harms you, and you're furious to the point of desperation.

As I say, 'You asked for it'! Look at Marquis Guanhe, who barely knows a few characters yet lives far better than you—you brought this on yourself. You have nothing to do all day but chew on maggots. What is 'In the northern sea there is a fish, its name is Kun. Kun's size, I don't know how many thousands of li. It transforms into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of li either. When angry and flying, its hope is like clouds hanging from the heavens. Such a bird, when the sea moves, it migrates to the southern sea. The southern sea is also the heavenly pool……………….'

Chewing randomly on these things, who reads it? What use is reading?

Zhuangzi, I too have been screwed. In my youth, when I should have been making money and could have made a lot, I instead fell under your influence, going to memorize the foul stuff you and your teacher wrote, wasting much of my beautiful youth. I hate it…………

But no matter what, I still want to thank you. Teacher, calm down. I was momentarily unaware of right and wrong, uttering a few angry words. A teacher's kindness is unforgettable; one day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.

How many things are there that even Marquis Guanhe's dog won't eat?

Sorry, Zhuangzi, I got excited and said too much; still, listen to you, Teacher, or you speak. I really want to hear stories, especially your fables. I could listen ten thousand times and not get bored. It's wonderful——what the great Kun turns into the great Peng, a little sparrow flying low under the eaves, wild horses too, dust too, living beings blowing breath on each other, butterflies flying among the flower thickets, fungi and plants that live and die in a day…… yin, yang, rain, obscurity, brightness…… all mixed up…….

Zhuangzi, Teacher, I still want to hear you speak…………………..

(Heart with the disaster area, affection for the disaster area: may peace, courage, confidence, and strength accompany the people of the disaster area! Be with them)