C37 Using a Ruler to Determine One's Heart

Ji Cheng understood that Fu Si would never befriend him. Even if he refused to give up, he had no choice. Between a country, a country, and a friend, it was still clear which was more important. Thus, he pulled the money bag and focused on finding out more information about that person. The silver in his hand was like flowing water, and he did not feel any heartache when it was given out.

Speaking of which, the Twelve Princes of the Great Zhou could not compare to the Twelve Princes of the Great Zhou. Although they had their own fiefdom, cows and sheep, they could not compare to the Twelve Princes of the Great Zhou. However, they did not have much silver in their hands. The reason why the people of the grasslands still remained in bartering was because of one reason. The main reason was to use what they had obtained to raise soldiers. Therefore, Ji Cheng was usually very thrifty. It could be said that the entire Great Zheng Nation went down from Ji Jiang. All the princes and ministers maintained the lifestyle of being thrifty and self-restraint.

The more money they held in their hands, the more they could not control their mouths. For a moment, Fu Si was praised in every way possible. "Last time, Er Nu bullied Brother Hua. This Brother Hua was originally the Eldest Young Master's brother who was separated by a room. He's far worse than Brother Jiang. " Then, he praised Fu Jiang, the bastard son, all at once, saying that Fu Si doted on him and treated him kindly. The best clothing was the best, and he raised a bastard son to be even more picky than the other heirs. "If the Eldest Young Master knows about it, he'll send someone to take a look at the punishment. Guess what? "

"What's the matter?" Ji Cheng simply grabbed the money bag in his hand. "Did you let me hit the board?"

"Just two slaps." The door extended two fingers and clicked his tongue in admiration. "Whose Mistress can think of a lighter punishment than this? If you want to say that these two servants did something wrong, it's only right to smash their butts and throw them out."

"What is this?" The other door also quickly joined in. "He taught a few brothers to do knowledge. If they encountered something wrong, they would use such a wide paper folding fan to hit the palm of their hands. It is called a kind heart."

Fu Si also taught others knowledge? When Ji Cheng heard this, he felt that he did not lose unjustly. Just the fact that he could be a teacher was much better than him. Hence, he sincerely praised, "The Fu Family's Eldest Young Master is indeed very knowledgeable."

"That's right, that's right." No one knew when, but there were more people. "If he and his servants are punished like this, they will use paper fans to slap the palm of their hands. Then who... " As he spoke, he turned his head to look behind him and found a handsome young servant. "Come over here. A few days ago, I saw you keeping an old paper ruler from the Eldest Young Master. Bring it over for the benefactor to take a look. "

Thus, the rumored ruler was quickly in Ji Cheng's hands. It was bought with three taels of silver! On the way back to the inn, Ji Cheng was pondering about this strange thing.

However, after folding a few pages of wide paper, the tail was fixed with a thick piece of paper. He lifted it up like a fan, opening and closing, but it was not complicated. He struck down and folded it in one place. The sound of the ruler in the gentlemen's hands was somewhat audible. However, because the folding face opened and closed, most of the force was removed, and the paper was folded. Obviously, it could not reach the effect of the ruler.

This thing was only good at looking at it but not good at using it. Ji Cheng could not bear to part with it after hitting himself. It was not a problem with the silver, but that the ring was already damaged in a few places. The servant was envious that his masters could read and write, but he also left it behind as if it was a rare treasure. It wasn't easy for him to get it in Ji Cheng's hands, so how could he not cherish it?

This ruler had been by Ji Cheng's side for many years after his years of war. Every time Ji Cheng saw this ruler, he would think deeply: If I do anything wrong, will Fu Si punish me with this ruler?

Thus, every step he took, he would carefully weigh the pros and cons and think carefully. So what if he did something right or wrong? Whether or not he harmed the hearts of the people of Great Zhou, how could he redeem it?

No, it was not like seeing things and thinking about people, nor was it the sentiment in each person's heart. This ruler was to the current Ji Cheng and the later Ji Cheng. It should be called a warning. Everyone had a ruler in their hearts, and they used it to measure their friendship. To measure oneself, to measure the world's justice and injustice, to measure the hardships and dangers of the hearts of the people. They relied on this ruler in their hearts.

Ji Cheng weighed whether he was right or wrong in his heart. If the ruler was said to be a paper ring, it would be more appropriate to say that it was a talisman. Presently, Ji Cheng still did not understand what this meant. He merely thought in his heart and did so. A good teacher and a good friend. He understood these four words, but he had not connected them yet.

The general, the Xuanjian scholar, offered to do things like the love of many ancient people, and made the supreme prophet in his heart a role model for his entire life. In comparison to his actions, he was either self-motivated or alert. The modern people called this kind of noble behavior "faith." There were also some who were slightly more easy-going and did not insist on their own behavior being the same. It was just pure love, this was called "worship."

In short, in Ji Cheng's heart, he had already viewed Fu Si, whom he had met once before, as a friend in his life. At this moment, Fu Si, who was listening to the Qiu Dynasty saying that Ji Cheng was stupid, did not know. Inadvertently, a discarded ruler had saved the lives of countless people of Great Zhou.

It could be said that one thought could save and forgive hell. Love and hate were just like that. This was the hatred between nations, and all living things in the world belonged to mortals. It was just that this mortal was different from the other. The monarch, the emperor, and the ministers of generals were also part of this mortal. They hid their emotions and desires, and they protected the common people. The only thing that could help them was their natural luck.

There was a difference between humans and humans. In this era, after deducting their wealth, they would only be able to nurture them later on. Looking at it, the King of Biggra, Sun Gongqing, had already withered away after a few generations of glory. The reason was clear to everyone. It was perfectly normal for a pampered pet like that to be able to raise a family of foppish playboys.

If Fu Si had come through the Five Paths of Reincarnation, there would have been times when he could not defend his principles and followed the flow, not to mention the people who were born and raised in this world.

Be it ambition, compassion, decline, or rise. This era would eventually welcome a revolution that belonged to him. The red tide of history surged over. No one could stop it, nor could they stop it.

As a Fu Si, what he could really do was just a sentence, 'Since the heart is Buddha'. As Ji Cheng, his historical mission had just begun, and he knew what he should do next. Who knew what kind of country he could measure with a ruler?

Life was a dream, a dream a life. From now on, the destined emperor and his subjects would be separated from each other and would never meet again. He could only hope that what he missed was not eternity.

Jian Jia of the Water Country had frost at night.

Yue Hanshan's face was pale.

Who said that a thousand miles would come from today?

It was a long journey away from the dream.