I Am Writing Novels In Liaozhai

After dismissing Ning Caichen, Lin Dong also took a day off.

Early the next morning, he returned to Hangzhou Mansion with his bodyguard Dian Wei and the excited Ning Caichen.

As the saying goes, there is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below.

The prosperity of Hangzhou Mansion is no worse than that of Nanjing, the former capital, and it is even a little more soft and quiet.

Prosperity represents wealth. Once a person is rich, without the threat of survival, he will naturally pursue spiritual pursuits.

In this era, the best spiritual pursuit is reading.

Compared with other industries, the investment in reading is small, the benefits are large, and the efficiency is high.

Once in high school, you can immediately become a master, which is a shortcut to the upper class.

Therefore, there are many scholars in Hangzhou Prefecture, leading to the establishment of large and small private schools one after another.

After all, even scholars have to eat.

If you don't pass high school and don't have a job, being a teacher is a good choice.

Since you continue to study knowledge, you can also have a good income.

If a high school champion student is taught, not only will his income increase greatly, but his reputation will also spread quickly, which can be described as both fame and fortune.

In view of this, Lin Dong took Ning Caichen to a relatively large and well-known private school at the first stop.

There are three classrooms, five teachers, and nearly one hundred students.

"Teacher, what are we doing blocking the door of this private school?"

Ning Caichen asked curiously.

He worked hard for two hours, bought ten horizontal tables and some stools according to Lin Dong's instructions, and blocked the gate of the private school tightly.

There is also the evil Dian Wei coming to protect him, and ordinary people dare not stop it at all.

Now that it was noon, it caused a bit of a commotion, and the melon-eating crowd, large and small, were already in place.

Facing Ning Caichen's doubts, Lin Dong said calmly: "Kick the hall, discuss the way!"

Confucianism and Taoism are also a kind of Taoism. Scholars often communicate and discuss with each other, which can also be called Lun Dao.

Not long after, the private school was over. Nearly a hundred students of different ages rushed to the gate, but they were blocked by tables, and there was a lot of discussion.

Some with a bad temper began to abuse, and those with good qualities came to ask why.

But Lin Dong didn't pay any attention to it, asking was kicking the hall and discussing the truth.

But it easily aroused the curiosity of these students, and they left in no hurry like those melon eaters.

Lin Dong sat firmly on a stool in the middle of the gate, with Ning Caichen and Dian Wei standing on both sides of him.

If the gate of my private school is blocked and students cannot come in and out, they will naturally report it to the teacher.

Afterwards, it was reported layer by layer, and finally the founder of this private school, that is, the principal, was brought out.

Generally speaking, the principal is the person with the best knowledge in a private school, otherwise he would not have the ability and reputation to let others send their children to study here.

"Old man Cui Zisheng, I don't know where I offended the guest?"

Cui Zisheng, who was in his fifties, came late, and slightly cupped his hands to Lin Dong, who was obviously the leader, which was quite polite.

"No!"

Lin Dong stood up, shook his head slightly, and then said calmly: "Mr. Lin has learned the essence of Confucianism. This time, I just want to discuss with the old master!"

"How to discuss the Tao?"

Cui Zisheng didn't hesitate, nor did he shirk, but he agreed directly, which made Lin Dong slightly surprised and Yisheng had a good impression.

However, the things that should be done will continue to be done, and will not stop for other reasons.

He smiled and said: "It's simple, if someone Lin writes a word, as long as the old master or anyone can pick it up, even if Mr Lin's skills are not as good as others, he is willing to apologize!"

As he spoke, he lifted off the tight red cloth protected by Dian Wei at the back, revealing a large box with a size of one cubic meter.

Inside the box was heavy gold, glistening in the sunlight.

"Wow!"

"Lots of gold!"

"This is an apology? How generous!"

"If daddy had so much gold, he would have enjoyed it long ago!"

The appearance of Jin Zi immediately caused a sensation among the surrounding people who eat melons.

Some greedy people are even ready to move, their eyes are flickering, and they don't know what they are thinking in their hearts.

There were even a few people who left the scene immediately, presumably to make small reports.

Lin Dong ignored the shock and greed of these people, and he wished that the news would spread as widely as possible.

Cui Zisheng was not confused by the gold, but frowned slightly.

Taking out so much gold, I think the picture is not small.

He thinks he has read poetry and books, not only the Four Books and Five Classics, but also other miscellaneous books.

If you discuss knowledge about literature, such as reciting poems and composing pairs, comparing calligraphy, and debating classic articles, it is not empty at all.

I didn't expect that I just made such a request, but I was a little hesitant.

Since people are so confident, it must not be so simple.

Lin Dong also saw Cui Zisheng's hesitation, seeing that he was quite polite, and his tone was not aggressive, but explained slowly.

"Old Master, don't worry, since it's a discussion of Dao," it is natural to be upright!

If we discuss other aspects of literature, each has his own thoughts and ideas, but it is difficult to convince the public.

As for me, the Confucianism and Taoism I study are different from yours, although they all inherit the Confucius’ orthodoxy, but you have not inherited the essence, and even run counter to it!”

"What's the difference?" Cui Zisheng asked.

Lin Dong leaned his hands on his back, straightened his body, and said in a sonorous and forceful voice: "When Confucius traveled around the world, he met countless monsters and ghosts, and there were also many people with malicious intentions. He didn't have a guardian around him, how could he be safe? "

Without waiting for Cui Zisheng to answer, Lin Dong said to himself: "It is precisely because the Confucianism of Confucius is different from the Confucianism you are learning now, and I have inherited the true Confucianism of Confucius, and I can't bear the inheritance of Confucius. If you fail, the regiment is determined to spread the word to the world!"

"Preaching the world? What a big tone!"

Being denied his own knowledge, Cui Zisheng was angry: "Then I will take a good look at your so-called essence of Confucianism and Taoism! Please!"

A word of request already showed that he accepted the challenge.

Lin Dong didn't talk too much, he took out the paper and brush that he had prepared a long time ago, dipped it in thick ink, and a Confucian character appeared on the paper as soon as he swiped it.

"Good word!"

Cui Zisheng looked down, but he had to give a compliment.

Lin Dong smiled slightly, as his Confucianism and Taoism Realm advanced by leaps and bounds, and he often wrote books, his calligraphy has already been Great Completion, no worse than any calligraphy master.

Even because of the irrigation of the literary spirit inside, the written words are more Dao Rhyme than others.

Self-confessed: "Old Master, please!"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to take a step back, expressing that he did not use any tricks.

Cui Zisheng admired it for a while before he started to get the paper.

After mentioning it, the paper was firmly stuck to the table and could not move a single bit.

Seeing this, Cui Zisheng tried again, even using his breastfeeding strength, and his face was flushed from the suffocation, but he still couldn't move the thin paper.

Lin Dong raised his cupped hands to the surrounding crowd and the students in the private school, and said calmly: "If anyone can afford it, this box of gold on the ground will be theirs!"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused a sensation.

The gold is really too dazzling, and there is no one present who does not covet it.

The same goes for Cui Zisheng, an old master, but he has good self-cultivation and strong restraint, which doesn't show on his face.

"I come!"

With a loud voice, a giant man who was only one size smaller than Dian Wei slowly squeezed into the middle of the crowd.

Squeeze both ends of the paper with both hands, and lift it hard.

But it didn't have any effect, just like Cui Zisheng, he couldn't move an inch.

Even with such a lot of strength, the face paper was not torn.

Then the giant man turned his eyeballs, no longer wrestled with the paper, but bent down and got under the table.

Pushing hard again, I didn't expect that the table seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

No matter how much strength you use, you can't reach the height of Shi Yifu.

In the end, in desperation, I had to give up.

Even the giant man who looked so powerful couldn't do anything with this thin paper, and most of the rest of the crowd also put out their thoughts.

But gold is too tempting, and there are still people who don't believe in evil and come to try it out.

It's just that no one made it. .