I Have Taught in the Song Dynasty for a Hundred Years

In the first year of Qingli in the Song Dynasty, Haoshuichuan was defeated, with corpses lying for miles. Someone walked out of the pile of corpses and claimed to be the last descendant of the Mohist family. He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, he doesn't age. I don't want an official position, I don't want money, I don't want the world. He only asked for an academy outside Bianjing City. In thirty-eight years, he taught the best people in the Song Dynasty. Half of these students became the pillars of the country, and half killed him. The most outstanding one dismantled him outside Xuande Gate in public. He didn't resist. Before his execution, he taught the craftsmen how to safely disassemble himself: "Don't use fire, as fire will harm those watching." It took the person who killed him twenty-six years to realize that he was right. The orphans he rescued spent their entire lives lighting up the extinguished lamps. In the ages, there may not be you and me. ——He didn't refute. He remembered his rebuttal for forty years.