Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 429: Competence

   "..."

  Fang Jifan was speechless.

  Obviously, I really don't want to take the credit of Wang Shouren, but when it comes to Wang Hua's mouth, it becomes shameless.

  This is really a bizarre and absurd world.

  Fang Jifan has the ability to do things himself, so naturally he doesn't care.

   "So, what does Wang Zhanshi mean?"

   "It must be clarified that if the reputation is damaged, it will not hinder Uncle Yu Xin..."

   "Wait a minute, why is it okay for me."

Wang Hua was a little anxious, and said: "Don't pay attention to these details. But for a Hanlin, it is of great importance. Since you have established Xishan Academy, you have to be responsible for the students in this academy. If you want them to walk out of the academy, you will be responsible. Infamy?"

  Fang Jifan shook his head.

  Wang Hua jumped up suddenly, and said solemnly: "Then argue, invite him to Xishan, refute him, and let the world know what a new learning is!"

well said.

  Fang Jifan's blood boiled with enthusiasm.

Wang Hua took out a thick notebook from his sleeve: "The difference between Xinxue and Gongyangxue, the old man thought about it all night last night, take a look, according to this prescription, I will definitely make that Wen Suchen dumb." Speechless."

  Fang Jifan took the notebook.

  It is thick and full of tens of thousands of words.

After reading it carefully, I found that Wang Hua has a deep understanding of the concept of Xinxue. He was born as a champion and has a superior theoretical level. Boy, very informative. Then, based on this, it is distinguished from Gongyangology, and there are comparisons with Gongyangology everywhere...

  Fang Jifan said in astonishment: "Unexpectedly, Wang Zhanshi has such a unique insight into the new learning."

  With this level, you can even go to the academy as the vice president, which is amazing.

  Wang Hua blushed and snorted coldly: "I just read some articles about new learning once in a while."

   "Admiration, admiration." Fang Jifan took the notebook and didn't have time to read it carefully.

Wang Hua stared at Fang Jifan: "When debating, you must not fall into the trap of the other party. Wen Suchen is a Suzhou Hongru with a wealth of education. Don't underestimate him. You must know that many people want to see Xishan Academy now. It won’t take long for these jokes to spread throughout the world and be laughed at by people.”

  Fang Jifan put away the notebook: "Understood, thank you Wang Zhanshi. Tomorrow, I will ask Bo'an to send a post to that Wen Suchen, agree on a good date, and have a showdown with him."

   "Why is Bo'an going?" Wang Hua was stunned.

  You, Fang Jifan, are the founder of the new school, why do you let me be the gunman for everything?

  Fang Jifan said: "Bo An's level is higher, I am not as good as him."

"You..." Wang Hua already felt that this person's shame has surpassed the limit of human beings, and he sighed, knowing that things cannot be undone, and according to Bo'an's temperament, even if he was taken as a gun, he would still be excited Go ahead, eat the ecstasy soup: "Tell him to be careful, old man... leave."

  He turned around, Fang Jifan said: "Wait a minute."

  Wang Hua looked back: "What's the matter?"

Fang Jifan looked at Wang Hua's back in embarrassment. On the dress that fit the hips, there was a very clear shoe print. Yang Ting and the shoes are quite big, they are really a pair of big feet: "My lord, your * Shares..."

  Wang Hua glared at him: "Bah, shameless!"

   "..."

  ………

  When Wang Hua walked out of the hall, he still had the arrogance that a champion should have on his face.

   But when they reached the door, they found a figure.

   is Wang Shouren.

  I don't know when he will come back from duty, but just stand there in a daze, looking at Wang Hua.

  Wang Hua's old face pulled down.

   "Father." Wang Shouren bowed down.

   "Oh." Wang Hua raised his head to look at the sky, the sky was very dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his aloof face, Wang Hua only responded with an understatement and ease.

   "Father, won't you sit down a little longer?" Wang Shouren looked at his father carefully, and he heard some of the words in it, and tears filled his eyes.

   "I won't sit down anymore." Wang Hua shook his head, paused for a while, feeling uncomfortable: "You are a good teacher, are you still masculine?"

   "No...not at all."

  Wang Hua took a deep look at Wang Shouren, and seemed to feel that his son's appearance reassured him, so he didn't bother to pay attention, and said with his hands behind his back, "Let's go."

   "Baby... send off to father."

  Wang Shouren got up and followed Wang Hua silently.

  Father and son, one in front and one behind, were silent. When they arrived at the middle gate, Wang Hua turned his head, hesitated to speak, then shook his head, sighed, and said, "What a crime."

   Bent up on the sedan chair waiting in front of the door, a huge shoe print on her buttocks was particularly eye-catching, got off the sedan chair, and left.

  ...

  The next day, Wang Shouren personally sent a greeting card to Wen Suchen.

   I respectfully invite Wen Suchen to enlighten me.

  Wen Suchen seemed to have waited for this day, and immediately replied, making an appointment with Wang Shouren to ask for benefits.

  Scholars are like this. People in society pull out the butcher's knife to make a clean break. They just need to make enough gestures for each other.

  By May 29th, Xishan is already full of people, and countless people are waiting.

  Wen Suchen is a great Confucianist in Neo-Confucianism. This time he asked Wang Shouren, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, for advice.

  The great Confucian from Suzhou, under the service of his disciples, took a bath and changed clothes, then set off for Xishan.

Wen Suchen won the Juren in his early years, and after that, Maiyou continued to participate in the examination, but taught the children in the village to read, and at the same time compiled the classics of Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism. He has always respected Cheng Zhu and opposed Wang Lu , in the south of the Yangtze River, it is also famous, and now, there is a new school in Beijing, and it is obvious that it means to be vigilant against it when it comes to Beijing this time.

  New learning has begun to show its edge. In the past, no great Confucian scholars came out to criticize it, but it was because the new learning was not enough.

  Now, this new learning is gradually showing its edge, and Wen Suchen, with the attitude of a great Confucian, stood up.

  All the scholars in Beijing are here at this time.

  Fang Jifan shamelessly chose a teahouse in the farmhouse, which occupies a large area and can accommodate many people.

  However... the entrance ticket is three taels of silver. In the teahouse, the minimum consumption is a cup of tea, and Chenghui copper coins are thirty.

  This price is already shameless.

However, Wen Suchen did not come alone. After all, Xishan is the land of Uncle Xinjian. Of course, he would not give Xishan Academy a chance to besiege him. As many as ten people.

  When the conductor dialed the abacus, looking at the crowd in front of him, he said expressionlessly: "Five hundred and four taels of silver, thank you Chenghui."

   "..."

   This is like a killing blow at the head.

   All of a sudden, everyone who was aggressive was speechless, you look at me, I look at you, a little confused.

  More than five hundred taels of silver, to put it bluntly, is a relatively large amount for ordinary scholars, and even a wealthy family may not be able to afford it.

  Wen Suchen got out of the sedan chair calmly just now, when he heard the count, his face became a little stiff.

  He is a great Confucian, not engaged in production, and his family has thousands of acres of land. It is true, but it is more than five hundred taels of silver, how can he pay for it? Let the students pay their own bills? Say it, it doesn't sound good.

  But the disciples of the sect, as well as relatives and friends, I am afraid that they will not be able to take out these silver taels at once.

  So, no one was willing to make a sound, and everyone pretended not to hear.

   It is not an option to continue this stalemate.

  Wen Suchen stepped forward: "Five hundred and forty taels, why not grab it."

   "It used to be the same price, how can you say it's a robbery?" The conductor was not happy. He was an honorable conductor who had read some books and was proficient in arithmetic, so he was selected here.

  Wen Suchen blushed slightly: "We are scholars."

   "Scholars can not spend money?"

   "Can you talk about the price." Wen Suchen was speechless, unable to speak out the great principles of Neo-Confucianism in his stomach, and choked up: "We are visiting friends, not here to spend money."

   "If you go in and pick melons and plan sweet potatoes, who knows if you have consumed them?"

   "..."

Wen Suchen said solemnly and righteously: "It's really unreasonable. It's ridiculous. The old man came here to discuss the merits of the sage. Whoever makes a noise here with you is like a woodcutter in the mountains. You should keep my account. My name is Wen Suchen. You Remember, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't pay back money on credit. My generation..."

"it is good."

  The conductor was very happy, brushed a few strokes, and began to write an IOU, which he placed in front of Wen Suchen: "Please sign and deposit, Mr. Wen."

  Wen Suchen's heart is bleeding.

  In fact, he wanted to walk away.

But if you think about it carefully, you’ve already come, and you’ve brought so many people here, and you turn around and leave. It’s such a grand event, how easy it is to leave. More than five hundred taels of silver is really not a small amount. After all, he is a family member. Since he had nothing to do with production and no court salary, he gritted his teeth and signed with a pen, dipped in red mud, and drew a pledge. "

  The other disciples and old officials breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't dare to make a sound before, but now they are beaming with joy: "It's ridiculous, you want money everywhere, it's so vulgar."

   "Yes, yes, every penny counts, and it's so lucky that I call myself an academy."

  Wen Suchen forced a smile, but still stroked his beard, walked with his head held high, and entered the manor of the farmhouse. Then, when he arrived at the teahouse, before he was seated, he heard someone throw a copper coin in the distance: "A pair of tea."

  Looking at that, he is also a scholar, with a face like a crown jade, very extraordinary.

  The waiter in the store said with a smile: "Young Master Shen came early today."

  This person is Shen Ao, Shen Ao said with a smile: "Master, if you want to compete with Mr. Wen, why don't you come?"

  Wen Suchen was stunned, because he looked at a mistress and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

  This... also needs money?

  The problem is that the people in Xishan Academy actually paid for the tea, which means that this teahouse is indiscriminate, and there is no difference between the old and the young. If people pay, can I here, and the waiter?

When I came here, I only thought that Uncle Xinjian's rumors were not a thing, so I brought more people to cheer me up and be prepared. The bigger the momentum, the better, but I never expected it. I only thought that the other party might have a knife buried in it Hand, may throw a cup as a sign, but in the end...but it is still hard to guard against, I didn't expect this.

  (end of this chapter)