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Chapter 468 The reckless Zhu Zhanji, the fearless Fang Dehua

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    With the spring breeze, the days of spring are getting closer and closer.

    "I heard that Xinghe Bo's Zhixing Academy has opened?"

    "Well, I heard that school starts today."

    "Tsk, tsk! Na Xing and Uncle kept it a secret, and they actually only released the news that Mr. Xia will teach today."

    "I heard that Zhixing Academy teaches Confucianism only 20% of the time. Even if Mr. Xia is there, most people would not dare to go!"

    "Really? That's so deviant. Those students will probably regret it to their cores by then!"

    Two scholars were eating breakfast and gossiping while eating. An idle man pointed at a group of people outside and said, "Is His Highness the Grand Sun going to leave the city?"

    This place is close to the Jubao Gate, so everyone came over to watch the fun.

    The two scholars looked at each other, and one of them's eyes lit up, "Does Zhixing Academy belong to His Highness"

    Another person said regretfully: "That's right! How come no one thought of His Highness's role in it?"

    And Hu Guang also received the news, he said with a sullen face: "Don't you care about your grandson's mischief?"

    Yang Rong smiled bitterly on the side, knowing that Hu Guang was implying that Zhu Zhanji was cultivating his own power.

    Hu Guang stood up fiercely and said to himself: "No, I have to go to His Majesty to explain everything."

    In the middle of a field, craftsmen were building a fence. The entire academy area looked very crude.

    Thirty-nine students couldn't help but froze in the playground when they saw this deserted scene.

    Fang Xing stood on the high platform next to the playground. When he saw Zhu Zhanji riding over, he nodded to Huang Zhong beside him.

    "Bless your highness!"

    This cry frightened the unsuspecting students.

    "No gifts in the academy from now on!"

    Zhu Zhanji strode onto the stage, and the other party smiled and said, "Brother Dehua, it's the first day today. I'm late."

    Fang Xing nodded, and the two of them stood on top, looking at the sparse thirty-nine students below. Zhu Zhanji whispered: "Brother Dehua, aren't there more than fifty people?"

    Fang Xing said calmly: "Twelve people were taken away by other academies."

    At this time, when the students saw that their grandson had arrived, their doubts had long since disappeared and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

    The doubts about not being able to take the imperial examination still exist, but with Zhu Zhanji here, at least everyone's future will not be unprotected.

    Most of these students are from poor families. When they see the emperor's grandson, they feel like there is smoke coming out of their ancestral graves, not to mention Zhu Zhanji's posture and preparation to speak.

    "Say a few words."

    Fang Xing stepped back and stood with his hands behind his back, but his heart was very uneasy.

    The thirty-nine people below will be his first experimental fields. As long as they succeed, the new learning will take root in the Ming Dynasty.

    Zhu Zhanji's routine has come to an end. Fang Xing has not participated in such a ceremony for a long time, but he listened to it with great interest.

    "You should encourage your eagerness to learn. There is knowledge here that you have never known before, and that is Fang Xue!"

    Fang Xing¡¯s eyes widened, Xie Jin was startled from behind, and Tian Xiucai already wanted to kneel down.

    Who in the Ming Dynasty dared to name his own theory with his own surname?  There seems to be none at the moment, right?

    And the students below were even more confused. If it wasn't Zhu Zhanji who spoke, someone would probably question him.

    Fang Xue?  What a big topic!

    Among them, Xie Jin¡¯s feelings were the most complicated. He knew that Zhu Zhanji had never communicated this to Fang Xing beforehand, so what did it mean?

    Your Highness!  This is really reckless of you!

    Fang Xing, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment and then put those worries aside.

    Could it be that the Ming Dynasty could only have Confucianism?

    Could it be that the Ming Dynasty could only rely on eight-legged essays to decide who could be an official and who could enjoy various privileges?

    Zhu Zhanji had finished speaking, and he glanced at Fang Xing with some anxiety.

    Fang Xing nodded to him, smiled slightly and walked to the front.

    After the students below were successfully admitted, no matter how relieved they were, their families still used various means to get to know Fang Xing.

    ????????????????????????At this age, no one can be more outstanding than Fang Xing.

    But in literary matters, he has been criticized endlessly.

    When he was young, he was known as a child prodigy, and he was very proud of himself in the imperial examination. When Fang Hongjian was implicated in a major case, this pathIt's broken.

    But then this uncle actually changed his mind and started running on the road of miscellaneous studies without hesitation.

    In the Ming Dynasty, which only respected Confucianism, this kind of people should be like rats crossing the street.

    But who would have thought that this guy actually confused Zhu Zhanji with his miscellaneous knowledge, and from then on, the future heir of Ming Dynasty became his die-hard supporter.

    Today, Zhu Zhanji personally said the word "Fang Xue", and everyone present can be sure that a storm is gathering energy.

    Fang Xing looked at the students with different expressions below and said slowly: "As the mountain chief, I welcome everyone to Zhixing Academy."

    "Know what you do!"

    Fang Xing smiled, apologized silently in his heart, and then said: "This name contains my hopes for everyone. I hope everyone can do the following three things."

    Xie Jin put aside his entanglements and listened carefully.

    Tian Xiucai blinked and looked at Fang Xing¡¯s back, murmuring in his heart.

    ¡°The first is to predict before you act. I don¡¯t want everyone to become the kind of ignorant and fearless young people! The second is to know and practice at the same time, and apply what you learn. This is the correct way to study!¡±

    Everyone present was thinking about these two sentences, remembering that many civil servants only knew articles and poems and knew nothing about people's livelihood.

    The key is that these civil servants do not understand the way of herdsmen at all. They only know how to find answers from the teachings of those saints. If one out of ten can hone it, it is considered good.

    But should the common people be the whetstone and experimental field for your civil servants?

    The meaning of this statement is profound.

    Xie Jin's expression was a little tangled, and he understood the meaning.

    Can you use Confucianism?

    Can¡¯t?

    At best, it can only be used to quarrel, to break up the saint's words and smash them into pieces for debate. But when the saint said this sentence, he himself didn't know whether it had these meanings.

    Tian Xiucai is already sweating profusely. He is a son of a farmer, and he has made it to where he is today with the support of his father and brother.

    But Fang Xing¡¯s words pointed directly at the pain point of Confucianism, which made him extremely troubled.

    I should stand up bravely and argue with him!

    Tian Xiucai, a vested interest in Confucianism, is engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, while Fang Xing over there continues to elaborate on his academic thoughts.

    "The third thing is to know and do it!"

    Fang Xing¡¯s speaking rhythm is not fast, but his words are clear and his voice is clear.

    "If you know it, you must do it. I don't expect everyone to be a gentleman, but here I encourage everyone to know it and do it, so that knowledge and action can be unified"

    Seeing that everyone was confused and only Jie Jin and a few people looked surprised, Fang Xing sighed softly and felt that he couldn't be more correct in relying on methodology for this thing.  Then he waved to the side steps.

    Ma Su came holding a piece of paper.

    This kind of theory, which belongs to the category of philosophy and contains some Buddhist principles, is too obscure for these students. Even Xie Jin is a little confused, so Fang Xing is too lazy to put out those four sentences, so he might as well just start teaching in the enlightenment class.

    Ma Su held the paper and read loudly: "Disciple regulations"

    When Jie Jin saw Fang Xing retreating, he whispered: "Dehua, there seems to be some unfinished meaning in what you just said. Tell me about it."

    Fang Xing replied in a low voice: "Stop talking, otherwise I'm worried that you will get into trouble."

    Everyone¡¯s understanding of this thing is different. Fang Xing was worried that if Xie Jin really got into it, he might become even more unscrupulous.

    I am kind-hearted, what can you do?

    Jie Jin¡¯s teeth are itching here, while Ma Su¡¯s voice continues

    "The clothes are noble and clean, not luxurious"

    "When you hold an empty weapon, you feel like you are holding a surplus. When you enter a virtual room, you feel like there is someone"

    "When the villain comes in, everything goes bad!"

    Ma Su rolled up the paper, turned it over and handed it back to Fang Xing respectfully.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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