The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Many times, people have limitations of thinking.

Obviously very simple questions, but smart people like to be horny, and think about this simplest question in the deepest place.

Obviously, this is the case of Wang Shouren.

He believes that the ‘Tao’ he pursues is truth. Since it is ‘Tao’ and ‘truth’, how could he be so mentally handicapped?

But when Fang Jifan made a mistake and made a mistake, he made a mistake and froze again.

Fang Jifan looked at this guy, and inexplicably felt a little pain.

How many things do you want to think about this head, this guy will not drill the horns of the horns, and eventually mad, tear down our house.

Fang Jifan said: "If you don't lean over and do it, how do you know you are right or wrong? Just do it, you can sum up the gains and losses, so that you can know, just like you are bamboo, looking at the bamboo, want to go over the bamboo The truth is meaningless. But if you grow bamboo yourself, no matter whether the bamboo grows, you gain knowledge, the more mistakes you summarize, the more you will do anything in the future Big. "

Looking at Wang Shouren, who was listening to him quietly, Fang Jifan paused, and then said: "Selling the oil man, have you heard of it? The knowledge in the world is not so advanced, in fact, it is like selling the oil man, only hands Sure. As long as you do more, you will naturally be familiar with it. The experience of mistakes and success can be extended to other places. This is the practice of real knowledge, the unity of knowledge and action. "

"Practice ... to true knowledge." Wang Shouren's eyes lit up, his face full of joy: "The students are taught."

The sage is a sage, and he can think about everything ... ah, no, now this guy is his own student, he has been demoted, and he is not qualified to use the word thinking, it should be pondering.

Wang Shouren stayed like this.

The worst result did not happen, which gradually relieved Fang Jifan.

It was those schoolchildren that gave Fang Jifan a whimsy.

So many schoolchildren have gotten a private school to study for them. Is this ... compelling?

No!

In this case, why not make it taller?

Fang Jifan patted his head, shameful, dignified traverser, even forgot to market!

Having thoughts, he went to the House of Chans with joy.

Zhu Houzhao has been more honest recently. When he saw Fang Jifan, he was overjoyed and said with a stretched face: "Lao Fang, you haven't come someday. Why, so disgusting this palace?"

Fang Jifan looked at him with a smile on his face, especially his eyes, with emotion, Zhu Houzhao was stared at him instead.

"Your Highness, you are the one you are looking for!" Fang Jifan said affectionately.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan unclearly: "What, what do you mean."

"College."

"College?"

As soon as I heard about the academy, well, Zhu Houzhao suddenly lost interest, and pouted, looking up at the sky: "The weather is good today."

Fang Jifan blinked, trying to make his eyes shine a little differently: "The Dean of the Academy is none other than His Royal Highness."

"What?" Zhu Houzhao was shocked by the tiger's body, and then said: "What dean? This palace is a teacher of a reader ... this is not right."

"His Royal Highness is knowledgeable and talented. Without His Royal Highness, Xishan Academy is like a long night, so he hired His Highness to become the Dean of Xishan Academy."

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan with suspicion in his eyes, "How do you feel you are cheating on this palace?"

"No, His Royal Highness's talents are not those ordinary eight-legged essays. His Royal Highness's talents are beyond the reach of ordinary nerds. Others can't see them, but his ministers see them! So His Highness must not refuse. I also know that Chen is not good at lying. "Fang Jifan stared at Zhu Houzhao very seriously.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao must have started to have self-doubt.

In adolescents, this is probably the case. It is both arrogant and inferior. At the same time, when I am crazy, I wish to cross my hands and say that Laozi is the best in the world. All of you are spicy chickens. When you are down, you feel that you are useless.

So at this time, Fang Jifan must have the courage to face Zhu Houzhao's questioning eyes.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan looked at each other.

Fang Jifan's eyes never blinked, which gave Zhu Houzhao some confidence: "Xishan Academy?"

"Yes, Xishan Academy."

Listen, it looks very advanced.

Fang Jifan explained patiently: "His Royal Highness is the Honorary Dean, and the Minister is the Executive Dean. His Royal Highness is a senior dean. Of course, the most important thing is the teachers, and the Minister intends to let his six students be under the value or Muxiu. When they went to give lectures, they were all jinshi. As for weekdays, they would also invite some sages from Tao Liman's world to be responsible for teaching their subjects. The subjects are not bragging. They are learned by His Royal Highness, plus the subjects and several students. At this level, Xishan College, for fear of the entire Jiangbei, has no college comparable to it. "

"It sounds interesting, can this palace teach them to ride horses?" Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows, with a little bit of look in his eyes similar to the one expected.

"Yes, but Xishan Academy is relatively poor, and there is no horse. Your Highness can sponsor it." Fang Jifan was very honest.

"..." Zhu Houzhao was finally happy, and he smiled with a hearty smile: "There are not a lot of money in this palace, but there are many horses paying tribute in this place. here."

"Your Highness is very wise." Fang Jifan looked at himself.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao felt a sense of fooling.

But ... forget it.

Zhu Houzhao is actually a very nervous person. He rarely cares about these little things, so he said: "Then the palace should be prepared, and the students should not be underestimated by the palace. Should the palace read a little book and pretend? Very talented at once? "

"..."

Zhu Hou Zhao thought about it, and already rubbed his hands in excitement.

It used to be that he became the object of training, do n’t look at the respect and respect of this house, but what he gets, it will always be, His Royal Highness, this ca n’t be done, His Royal Highness, what should a gentleman do, Your Highness, did you do your homework?

Now, there is a feeling of turning over. I used to be a son, but now I feel a little like being a dad.

...

Looking at Zhu Houzhao's excitement, Fang Jifan was a bit unsure whether he was right to find Zhu Houzhao. In fact, he was quite disgusted with Zhu Houzhao. This prince is also a very good lord. This academy seemed to be more crowded, and there was one bigger backer, so he didn't ask Zhu Houzhao.

However, this matter is so settled!

The weather is getting colder, and the cool breeze starts to whizz on the autumn day.

The Little Ice Age has begun. Fortunately, it has not snowed yet, but in the early morning, frost can still be seen.

Here in Xishan, greenhouses have been set up one by one, and more than 100,000 hectares of fields, including even hundreds of thousands of hectares of barren hills, the sweet potatoes planted under cultivation have already produced potato leaves, and in a few days, they can be harvested when.

This sweet potato is drought-tolerant, the worse it is, the stronger the growth.

Compared to its unusually high output, this is the biggest killer of sweet potatoes. After all, land has always been a scarce resource, and because of scarcity, land that could not be planted with grain, but can produce grain, is the most terrible. of.

Zhang Xin held bamboo chips every day and ran from side to side. Every field, the growth of sweet potatoes was different. He needed to record the growth in different fields, and then he could record the habits of different sweet potatoes on the ground. Let's sum up what kind of land is more suitable for sweet potatoes, why this place is gratifying, and some places have many problems.

Every day he had to take his half-basket bamboo slices home, and then shut him in his library for sorting and summarization.

The British government is very large, especially the main entrance. The pair of stone lions have experienced a hundred years of wind and rain, and they are still standing in the frost today, demonstrating the master's majesty and dignity.

However, Zhang Xin hasn't dared to go home through the main entrance lately, and is afraid of hitting his father. This father's temper is getting bigger and bigger.

He had to sneak in through the side door and quickly returned to his courtyard. Whenever this time, his wife, the daughter of the Zhou king, Zhu, would communicate with his own mind and beat away the servants who took care of him here. The person closed the door, Zhu sorted the bamboo pieces recorded from different places for him, and Zhang Xin was specifically responsible for keeping in the book, so after categorizing in this way, he still had to use the memory to summarize and to sum up.

The reason why the slaves were killed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was because they were afraid that the slaves in the house would break their mouths. If they spread to his father's ears again, it would be terrible.

Today, Zhang Xin returned very late, and did not return until his childhood. This was because the weather was cold, and the growth of sweet potatoes in some places was obviously too slow. He had to go to Longquanguan to deal with it.

Looking at the faint lights in the courtyard, Zhang Xinli was quite touched. Xiaojie hadn't slept and must be waiting for herself.

Men ca n’t make a contribution to their careers, but getting a wife is like this.

He hurriedly stepped into the hall, but now Xiaojie was not there, but his father Zhang Mao was dressed in suit, and Tie Qing was sitting here with his face high.

Zhang Xin stayed awake, panicked, and quickly saluted: "Father."

"Dirty beast, come back so late, what a great thing you are doing!"

"I ... I ..." Zhang Xin knelt down quickly, daring not to argue: "Son is dying. Father, what about Xiaojie?"

"She ... received a letter from Zhou Wangfu saying that Zhou Zhou was seriously ill and had returned to her family."

Zhang confidence was relieved, but soon, worried about his Taishan again, he asked: "Is the father ... seriously ill?"

"Hehe ..." Zhang Mao's face was even colder: "Do you really think that you are seriously ill? Zhou Wang's dog eyes are low, I heard that you are still only a deputy hundred households when you arrive, and you are still running to the human land, I think I ca n’t afford to lose this person, so I lied and said I was seriously ill, so that I could cheat my daughter back. Although this is not clearly stated, is it not obvious enough? You ... When will you be like Fang Jifan, take a look Others have got brain problems, and now they have been blocked, but you followed the others' buttocks and planted the land. Can you have a good time? What a shame, it is unfortunate for the family, why did I not throw you into the water? Forget drowning in the tank? "8 ...

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