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The smell of cow dung mingled with grass was pervasive on the dirt road, and woodcutters carrying dry firewood into the city were a continuous sight, as were the ceaselessly moving ox carts carrying charcoal.

Mr. Wang said to Chen Ji and others, "Everyone, get on the carts. Chen Ji, you did work for others while distributing porridge earlier, which can be considered an indirect punishment, so you don't need to walk anymore."

Chen Ji didn't ask further; he simply thanked him and found a spot to sit on the flatbed cart.

Zhang Xia mounted the horse and rode Zaozao beside the ox cart, curiously asking, "Master, my father often says you defy conventions, why is that?"

Seated on the cart, Mr. Wang casually asked, "The 'Analects' mention that a gentleman is not a vessel, how would you interpret this?"