The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

So much so that later on, in Xishan, there are often people who come and go.

Fang Jifan aimed at business opportunities and set up a tea shop next to the school, selling tea and wine in it. The money of the readers is not profitable, and in view of the tradition of scholars who always have some elegant hobbies, Fang Jifan even wants to open A blue building allows them to sell money after debating and attending classes.

However, this thought was only fleeting, because Fang Jifan was a moral person, and his three views, which could not tolerate such filthy things, just thought about it, and he felt trembling.

A flag streamer was hung in front of the Xishan restaurant, and it fluttered as soon as the breeze passed, which was very eye-catching.

What is more satisfying is that the restaurant business is actually pretty good.

Although Wang Shouren only hurriedly took the sedan chair after dinner, the readers from the four towns and villages, if they came to listen, would be willing to come early and have nothing to do, so they ate tea and drank in the tea shop and consulted with each other.

Whether you like or dislike Wang Shouren, you are really willing to learn, or you are here to smash the field, and you want to hear how ridiculous the apostasy in this rumor is, but at least, the reader is still civilized, and the disputes are all Use your mouth to solve.

At school breaks, a group of schoolchildren was carrying coarse schoolbags, and a group of people poured into the restaurant.

As the first store in Xishan, Xishan Restaurant has undertaken many functions. For example, it sells candied gourds, and dried sweet potatoes made of sweet potatoes. Not only that, but also specially prepared dried fruits for tea and wine for readers.

A group of half-old children crowded under the tall cabinet of the restaurant, and their heads only exposed a small forehead from the cabinet.

The older child is in front, and the younger child looks uncomfortably behind.

The shopkeeper named Zhu Gui was once a miner. Later, because of a work injury, he was lame and he was assigned to this idle errand. He knew a few words and mastered some arithmetic. Now he can use the abacus skillfully.

He had to lie on his back and lean forward to see the faces of the children after the high cabinet.

Xu Jie was the tallest and had collected copper coins long ago. He tried his best to raise his hands. He tried to make himself impressed on the counter. He said boldly: "One hundred dried potatoes!"

"..." Zhu Gui narrowed her eyes and gently shook her head at Xu Jie: "Sanwen, you might as well grab it and walk around."

Xu Jie began to fang his teeth, staring at Zhu Gui with dissatisfaction, a real look like King Shan.

Zhang Xiaohu on the side also exploded his little tiger teeth, fierce and evil.

The violent schoolchildren held their chests in a rage.

Zhu Gui saw the turbulent primary school children in front of the counter and couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly.

"I took five essays yesterday. Today I only give three essays. Hey, hey, I have to talk to Eun Gong." Seeing more and more people entering the restaurant, he continued to shake his head.

"Okay, let's take an example."

Then he said to the man behind him.

"Lao Wu, let's call two pounds of dried potatoes ..."

A group of schoolchildren got the dried potatoes, Xu Jie put it in his schoolbag, and led a group of children to cheer and go away.

The small school children walked anxiously, tripped over the threshold, wowed and cried.

So the schoolchildren like locusts returned hurriedly, carried him away.

The world ... is clean.

There are more and more scholars, and there are more than 30 people who are discussing the content of yesterday ’s debate and what Wang Shouren said. Those who like Wang Shouren, call Wang Shouren Wang Fuzi, and those who do not like it, use that ‘he’.

After waiting for more than half an hour, someone said: "Wang Fuzi is here."

As a result, the readers flocked to the counter for account checking, and the sound of the school's clapper sounded, and the schoolchildren entered the school one after another.

Wang Shouren seemed a little tired. He was in the National History Museum of the Hanlin Academy. As a scholar, he did not dare to participate in the compilation of the actual record. His main work was just to organize the daily notes.

He just sat down, and Fang Jifan also appeared in the corner inadvertently.

As soon as Wang Shouren saw Fang Jifan, he was so excited that he got up and stood up, and said to Fang Jifan: "Student ... see the teacher."

When the readers heard the word "Guru", their scared faces were green. When they came in just now, they never thought that this young man Lang was Fang Jifan. I thought it was an ordinary reader, just before, and I talked a few words. People who are close to Fang Jifan will inevitably move some places far away. Various rumors on the market have made their opponent Jifan both curious and somewhat afraid.

However, there were also a few scholars, and even far away, Fang Jifan made a salute and said respectfully, "Wish to see the teacher ..."

Fang Jifan didn't agree, these guys ... expected to be fans of Wang Shouren, began to be fanatically taught by Wang Shouren, and consciously belonged to Wang Shouren's disciples. Since this is the case, then ... Fang Jifan naturally became their teacher.

This seems very reasonable.

Wang Shouren was seated again, and before he was settled, a scholar sneered: "The saint adores the ritual, so Zhu Fuzi said, save the heavens and destroy the human desire, this is also a ritual. The difference between humans and beasts lies in ritual Therefore, the desire to eliminate oneself can be achieved before self-denial can be achieved, and self-denial can only be used to return to the ceremony, but Mr. Wang advocates humanity. Isn't it contrary to the words of the saint? "

This kind of smashing is happening every day.

Wang Shouren has long been used to it.

He raised his eyes slightly to the reader who was in trouble. The whole person did not have too much emotion, but he was expressionless and only wrote lightly.

"Sages are favored by human relations to make rituals. The rituals are not from the sky, but from the earth. The humanity is enough. If there is no humanity, where is the ritual? The three emperors and the five emperors have no idea of ​​the desire to exterminate people. Are they also beasts? "

"Nonsense, when three emperors and five emperors ..."

It started again.

Fang Jifan admired the readers most. After debating, they could talk about three emperors and five emperors from Confucius, and the three emperors and five emperors could talk about Penglai Xiandao. They seemed to be able to talk about life forever.

Since then, the debate has become more and more fierce. Wang Shouren lightly stated that he can always win the game unexpectedly.

It ’s just that this line of argument has begun to become more and more like a sword, sharp and sharp, and Fang Jifan who listened is ashamed, he ca n’t help but whispered to himself: “One day if our Fang Jifan was cut off by the emperor, ten of them Eighty-nine, just for you Wang Shouren. "

Behind him, someone slapped Fang Jifan's shoulder. He hadn't turned his head to see who, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

"Fang Jifan, if this palace is the emperor, never cut your head, we are brothers ..."

Fang Jifan looked back in amazement, but saw Zhu Houzhao, wearing a non-destructive kerchief on his head and a Confucian shirt. He didn't know when he came in behind him.

Fang Jifan was busy out of Minglun Hall, and Zhu Houzhao chased him out.

Seeing no one around, Fang Jifan frowned and said, "Why did Your Highness get out of the palace at night and have something wrong?"

Zhu Houzhao smiled.

"I flipped it out, and got another pro-armor's waist card. The guards of the city gate did not dare to stop it. The palace has something to tell you. Let me tell you a bad news first. There is news in the palace, your father, Get out of the battle. "

"What?" Fang Jifan's eyes widened, the deserter ... just like the rumor of Jianghu, his grandfather, slipped back from the earthen castle to the Beijing teacher, although the grandfather was to save people, or may be rescued, but it does not matter At that time, the whole wooden castle collapsed across the board. Without deserting, it could only be a captive, so it was not ashamed.

But if you are in Guizhou to escape, things can get tricky.

"How is this possible, my father is not such a person." Fang Jifan fangs, angry look.

"What are you doing to deceive you, there are fakes coming out of the palace, there is the military department, and there are also playbooks."

Zhu Houzhao was very excited, and then he said seriously to Fang Jifan: "But after reading the latest military intelligence mansion, this palace found something new. Here, all the maps of this palace are brought."

He said, pulling Fang Jifan to a remote classroom, where no one was inside, Liu Jin caught up and gave the two people a lantern.

Zhu Hou shined on the desk and unfolded the map with interest.

"A few days ago, the rebels won a county town, and the Ming army suffered heavy losses, but did you find out that in the Di Bao, Governor Wang Shi did not send a mountain camp to fight. This is a strange thing. , It is reasonable to send elite and recover the lost ground, but it is Zuo Chuanwei, who has no progress. "

"But since then, the rebels raided Anshun, the governor personally led the soldiers, and went to support ..." Zhu Houzhao looked very excited, pointing his finger at every position on the map. Obviously, before this, this map, he had I have seen it many times.

With the light in his eyes, he was particularly noticed under the candlelight.

Fang Jifan also frowned, analyzing the map.

"However, the mountain camp ... still did not fight. The mountain camp is best at fighting the rebels, but why, rescue Anshun, such an important city, did not send a mountain camp? There is only one possibility, the mountain camp needs Rest, or, Wang Shi is not in harmony with your father. "

"Of course ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ this doesn't matter."

Speaking of which, Fang Jifan's heart shook, and he suddenly remembered why his dad was 'off the battle'.

Is it because of his own letters.

In this way of thinking, he let out a long sigh of relief and escaped, but it was a big sin, even if he was not reconciled with the governor, this is not allowed. If this leads to the defeat of the entire Guizhou Ming Army, how many front lines will be killed Officers and soldiers.

Fang Jifan settled down, he stared at Zhu Houzhao: "His Royal Highness, then?"

"But, Lao Fang, have you ever thought about one thing, why this thief, the more he suffocated, the more and more troops were added to the court, and there were a lot of victories, but in the end, the thief flame was more open, what is the reason?"

Sure enough ... The prince discovered the crucial issue.

Fang Jifan had a hint of admiration in the rumored "Ming Wuzong": "Milu!"

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