In fact, the followers were almost the same, they were all good men and slaves, but Zheng Shanxing was not like Qin Yu or even Yang Zhanfei, who looked at people with a look of contempt.

On the contrary, he was very modest and easy-going, which was very similar to Wang Xuandao, and even more approachable than Wang Xuandao. After all, Wang Xuandao is an otaku and is still relatively cold by nature, while Zheng Shanxing is cheerful and has no airs at all.

But it doesn’t mean that they are really like ordinary people. Just the words Wang Xuandao scolded Zhenniang and the feeling of people are beyond doubt. If I ask you to leave Chang'an, then you must leave Chang'an. There is no room for you to say.

The Han family? Does the Han family have a big family? Han Yi muttered in his heart, and saw that Zheng Shanxing did not put on any airs. He was in love with him and bowed and said, "It's okay, it's okay, why do you need Mr. Zheng to apologize?"

Wang Xuandao suddenly said: "Brother Han seems to have complained about Brother Zheng doing this kind of good deeds."

"Yeah?"

Zheng Shanxing looked at Han Yi in surprise.

OK, Wang Xuandao, it looks so yin, but I didn’t expect it to be so yin. Han Yi said with an embarrassed look: “Young Master Zheng, don’t take it seriously, Young Master Wang is joking.”

Zheng Shanxing said seriously: "I have known Xuan Dao for so long, but don't you know him yet? He is very old-fashioned and rarely jokes."

Wang Xuandao just smiled slightly, and the potential line was, you know me, buddy.

Zheng Shanxing looked at Han Yi again and said, "Brother Han, if you have any opinions, even if you say it, I humbly accept it whether it is good or bad."

Wang Xuandao said coldly again: "Brother Zheng is really a step late. I just heard Brother Han's great insights on painting, and I really benefited a lot."

Han Yi wanted to tear Wang Xuandao's mouth. You bastard, don't betray him so thoroughly!

"Yeah?"

Zheng Shanxing said in great anticipation: "Since Xuan Dao has said this, I have to listen to Brother Han's opinions even more." As he said that, he bowed and said: "I hope Brother Han will give you advice."

Han Yi is really hard to get along with the tiger. People are like this, and they are the seventh sons of Chang'an. If he doesn't say anything, it would be too ungrateful. God knows whether Zheng Shanxing will change his face and let him go away from Chang'an. He doesn't have any strength to fight against these people now, and said embarrassedly: "How dare you? How dare you? You really can't talk about Gao Jian. It's just that you have some experience. It's okay to say it out, that is, if there is something wrong, please don't be surprised by Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Shanxing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a petty person. You just say anything, no matter how hard you say it, no need to worry about it."

Han Yi looked at Wang Xuandao, as if saying, "Okay, you succeeded."

Wang Xuandao looked ahead. Sorry, he didn't see it.

This is not a nobleman, it is clearly a scoundrel! Han Yi organized a little language. Although Zheng Shanxing said that he was ruthless, he knew people and face but not the heart. What he was thinking. Han Yi knew too many people, and he had to be careful about his words. He said: "You two may not know yet. I was a small farmer in Yangzhou. My ancestors have been farming for generations. Last year, a flood destroyed my family's fields. At that time, my family still owed a lot of money. Faced with this natural disaster, I was really desperate and didn't know what to do. I didn't even have to eat. I really hope that someone could help me and give me a bite of food. Mr. Zheng, you are kind-hearted, but you can't save me."

Zheng Shanxing was confused and didn't know what Han Yi meant, and said, "I'm in Chang'an, you're in Yangzhou. Even if I want to save you, it's beyond my reach."

"It's the point."

Han Yi said: "No matter how capable you are, your power alone is still extremely limited. All you can help is only one person, but there are more than just people suffering in the world. Of course, I am not saying that Mr. Zheng, you are doing something wrong. I just want to say that the way to do good and the way to do good is the most critical thing."

Zheng Shanxing didn't understand yet, and smiled awkwardly: "Please forgive me for being ignorant. I wonder what Brother Han said meant?"

Wang Xuandao was also confused.

Han Yi explained: "Tao is the truth. Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism are all Tao, and they cannot be right or wrong. However, these "Tao" have one thing in common, that is, they can be spread, truth, truth, one that knows and agrees is not called truth, but one's own opinion. Only what everyone agrees with can be called truth.

The same is true for doing good. Doing good can be spread. A person's doing good is just a personal behavior and cannot be satisfied with the world. Everyone in the world does good is the way to do good. Speaking of which, as long as everyone in Yangzhou gave me a spoonful of rice, I could get through the difficulties. I don't think they lack this bite of rice, but I will die without this bite of rice. However, they all do not have the heart to do good. It is only luck that I can survive, but for humans, it is just a very sad luck. If this kind of luck can be turned into a normal state, it would be a great act of goodness."

Hearing this, Zheng Shanxing could tell some of his faults and said, "Brother Han means that it is better to persuade people to do good than to do good by themselves?"

Han Yi shook his head and said, "Of course not. If you don't do good, why should you persuade people to do good? People in the world do good? Aren't you and I all involved in it?"

Wang Xuandao sighed: "This is easy to say, but it is very difficult to do. Since ancient times, whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, the doctrines have all been persuaded to do good, but the reality has not changed at all, or there have not been many changes."

Han Yi said: "It's just that these sects contain too much content, and they are relatively empty. People in Buddhism often tell people that the Buddha will bless you, but will the Buddha really bless you? The one who helps you is always human. Doing good deeds is a spirit, a very real spirit, not a vague and empty person. They are talking empty words all day long, but they can't save anyone and have to take action."

Zheng Shanxing asked with a smile: "Since Brother Han said that, there must be a better way to persuade people to do good."

Han Yi suddenly pointed at Wang Yuntu, "The way is there."

Zheng Shanxing and Wang Xuandao turned their heads and saw confusion in their eyes.

Han Yi said: "I have seen a painting depicting the scene of the people famine. A skinny and ragged couple is looking for food in the fields looted by locusts. The thatched nest made of stone slabs is lonely and empty, and wild dogs are devouring corpses in the village. The dying, living people, one by one, one by one, one by one, the dead, the only one who stands out on the cold earth is their ragged clothes.

I remember when I was looking at this painting, I was holding a big steamed bun in my hand, but after I finished reading it, I could no longer eat it. Although I knew whether I would eat this steamed bun had nothing to do with them, I thought there were so many homeless people who were hungry in the cold winter, and I felt something blocked in my chest.

I firmly believe that people are good at nature, but humans are affected by the outside world, which leads to being very indifferent. The way to do good is to set an example, and secondly, they must find ways to awaken the sleeping kindness in the hearts of more people. However, some poems and teachings are too profound, and only a few people will have deep insights. However, paintings are different. A good painting can give people the most direct senses. Those who have never read books can also understand it. However, people see that the people there are so pitiful, and the initial kindness will prompt them to think about helping them. Even if they don’t go there now, that kindness has been awakened. When they see this happening around them, they may help them.

Whether it is painting, writing, writing, writing, etc., as long as it is art, its real value does not lie in the delicate and artificial techniques, but what it can tell us. No matter how beautiful the words or the beautiful paintings are, if the content is empty, it has no value. A beautiful canary is far from being as good as a big black and ugly buffalo. Using the nobleness of lines and colors to seriously influence people's hearts is art."

Since ancient times, humans have relied on murals to promote the development of civilization and promote human communication. This art is very easy to infect people, whether it is music, painting, or poetry, because art has a very big characteristic, that is, it is easy to resonate with it. Maybe if you say the same sentence, others will not listen to it, but if you sing it, you may be able to sing and cry.

The same is true for painting.

However, from the perspective of ancient Chinese paintings, it seems that they only pursue art, artistic conception, and painting skills, but they seem to have not discovered the value behind art. A truly valuable painting can attract people to be kind and spread knowledge, just like our ancestors painted on stones to teach people to fish.

Han Yi never thinks that art is layered. Only high-level people know how to appreciate paintings. It’s simply nonsense. Everyone can see something different from a painting. Whether he is an artist or an ordinary farmer, this is the value of painting. The painting itself has no beauty and ugliness, only evil and kindness. Is it to attract people to evil or to good?

There was once a girl with blind eyes who drew a sun on paper. The painting was not good and the lines were very simple. However, this painting was sought after by many people because through this painting, you can feel the girl's expectation for light, and it can also arouse everyone's sympathy for blind people, which is very touching. She is willing to help these people, and even use this painting to educate children, so that they can understand how happy they are, and cherish the happiness in front of them. She should help those in need since childhood.

This is a painting with infinite value.

However, Zheng Shanxing had no such consciousness at all, because the ancient Chinese people paid too much attention to brush and ink and artistic conception, so they ignored the true value of painting and murmured: "Use the nobleness of lines and colors to seriously influence people's hearts, this is art." After repeated repetitions.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Brother Han's words were like a sudden enlightenment, making Zheng suddenly enlightened, and Zheng would never enjoy it in his life." Zheng Shanxing said with a bright look on his face.
Chapter completed!