Anecdotes from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period: Zheng Linggong died just because of a bowl of turtle soup

Respecting others is not only respect for yourself, but also your own preservation. If you humiliate others, you will not only lose your dignity, but it will also lead to death.

Five words floating down from the sky, speaking of it, this is really not a big deal. Zheng Linggong Yi was the tenth king of the Zheng Kingdom in the Spring and Autumn Period. His father, Zheng Mu Gonglan, was one of the wisest kings of the Zheng Kingdom. He was good at conquering and fighting, making friends at a distance and attacking at close range. My wise son has a genetic mutation, is incompetent and is still a foodie.

In the first year of Zheng Ling (605 BC), people from Chu State caught an old turtle while fishing. This old turtle weighed more than 200 kilograms and was a senior Chinese turtle. This man from Chu State knew that Zheng Linggong liked to eat, so he dedicated this big old turtle to him. Zheng Linggong was so happy that he rewarded the fisherman heavily. He ordered the small kitchen to stew the old turtle into soup and share it with the ministers after the morning court.

The aristocratic son Song of Zheng State and his son Guisheng were good friends. They met by chance on the way to work. After saying good morning, they walked all the way to the palace. During the march, Master Song's index finger jumped nervously. He raised his index finger towards Master Guisheng and said overjoyed: There is delicious food again today. Every time my index finger jumps, there are exotic delicacies to enjoy. Young Master Guisheng shook his head: I don't believe it. Everyone's left eye twitches, which means good things are coming. Young Master Song was anxious: Don't believe it. I bet you. As he spoke, he waved his beating index finger in front of Young Master Guisheng's eyes. The young master returned to life and sighed with a smile: What a foodie.

Talking and laughing, they entered the palace and smelled blood. Following the smell of blood, they saw Zheng Linggong watching the chef cut up the old turtle. Young Master Song and Young Master Guisheng coincidentally laughed. Zheng Linggong was in a good mood. He also smiled and asked them if they had any interesting things. He told them and made me happy. When the young master returned to his hometown, he told him the story about the dancing index finger of Song Dynasty. If you don't listen, it's enough. After listening to the narration of the young master's return to life, Zheng Linggong had nothing on his face, but he was unhappy in his heart. It is said that birds of a feather flock together, and foodies are like-minded. It should be a very pleasant thing to enjoy each other in order to reach a high level of eating. Probably because Zheng Linggong is the leader, I guess.

After the morning's work was over, Zheng Linggong ordered the kitchen to bring the old turtle soup. The old turtle soup was served one after another on the tables of the ministers, steaming with passion and filling the air with fragrance. The staff brought a bowl of turtle soup to Young Master Song and was about to put it down. Zheng Linggong said: Let's give the turtle soup to the chef tonight. He has worked hard all morning. In an instant, there was a crackle on the floor of the palace, and the ministers' eyeballs popped out in surprise.

Young Master Song’s face turned into pig liver. He stood up angrily and took three steps to the front of Zheng Linggong’s case. He reached into the old turtle soup bowl in front of Zheng Linggong, dipped it in, and put it on the table. In his mouth, he chirped twice and walked away. This time it was Zheng Linggong's turn that his eyeballs were about to burst out: I think he was impatient with life.

After this turmoil, everyone broke up unhappy. When the young master returned from get off work, he came to the young master Song's house and told the young master Zheng Linggong that he was tired of living. Young Master Song Yu was still angry: I think he is really impatient with life. I thought for a long time that our life would not be easy from now on, so we might as well just keep doing nothing. Young Master Song used his hand as a knife and slashed it in the air. The smell of blood hit his face, and Young Master Guisheng did not dare to look at Young Master Song's face. He understood the meaning of that murderous aura, and he regretted not taking a trip into this muddy water.

Zheng Linggong died in the first year of Zheng Linggong. Not to mention that my math was taught by my physical education teacher. The only thing I am afraid of in the world is being afraid of being serious, and I am even more afraid of being careless. Someone asked the monk what cultivation is? The monk replied: Eat and sleep. Isn’t this the case for ordinary people? The monk replied: No. You see, he doesn't eat well and asks for everything. Tossing and turning while sleeping, worrying about everything.

I have always thought that the Spring and Autumn Period and the State of Zheng were a romantic country. The earliest and most beautiful poems in China, "Zijin", "Wild Weeds", and "A Girl Riding a Car" all came from the state of Zheng. Those sentences are the vitamins of Chinese culture, and they seem to have no connection with the bloody bowl of old turtle soup. However, they absolutely coexist in the same time and space. Existence is reasonable