Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Many times, people have limitations in thinking.

It is obviously a very simple question, but smart people just like to dig into the horns and think about the simplest question to the deepest place.

Obviously, this is the case with Wang Shouren.

He believes that the 'Tao' he pursues is the truth. Since it is the 'Tao' and the 'Truth', how could he be so mentally retarded?

But when Fang Jifan proposed to correct his mistakes, he was enlightened and stunned again.

Fang Jifan looked at this guy, feeling a little pain in his heart for no reason.

This brain melon, how many things does he want to think about? This guy won't get into a dead end, and finally go crazy, demolish my Fang's house.

Fang Jifan said conveniently: "If you don't lean over to do it, how will you know whether you are doing right or wrong? As long as you are doing it, you can sum up the gains and losses, and only then can you know it. Reason is meaningless. But if you plant bamboo yourself, no matter whether the bamboo grows or not, what you gain is knowledge. The more mistakes you make, the more likely you will succeed in doing anything in the future. big."

Looking at Wang Shouren who was quietly listening to him, Fang Jifan paused for a moment, and then said, "Have you ever heard of an oil seller? The knowledge in the world is not so advanced, but in fact, they are all like oil sellers. Familiar. As long as you do a lot, you will naturally become familiar with it. Mistakes and successful experiences can be extended to other places. This is the practice that leads to true knowledge, and the unity of knowledge and action.”

"Practice... leads to true knowledge." Wang Shouren's eyes lit up, and his face was full of joy: "Students are taught."

A saint is a saint, he can think about everything... Ah, no, this guy is his disciple now, he has been downgraded, he is not qualified to use the word thinking, he should be thinking blindly.

Wang Shouren stayed like this.

Fang Jifan was gradually relieved that the worst result did not happen.

It was those schoolchildren who gave Fang Jifan a whimsical idea.

With so many schoolchildren, a private school has been set up to study for them. Is this... forceful?

No!

That being the case, why not make it taller and more upscale?

Fang Jifan slapped his head, what a disgrace, a majestic time traveler, he even forgot about marketing!

Having an idea, he happily went to Zhan Shifu.

Zhu Houzhao has become more honest recently. When he saw Fang Jifan, he was still overjoyed and said sullenly, "Old Fang, you haven't come for a while. Why do you despise me so much?"

Fang Jifan looked at him with a smile on his face, especially the look in his eyes, which was full of affection, Zhu Houzhao was stared at him so that his heart was terrified.

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

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan in confusion: "What, what do you mean?"

"Academy."

"Academy?"

As soon as he heard about the academy, well, Zhu Houzhao immediately lost interest, pouted his lips, and looked up at the sky: "The weather is good today."

Fang Jifan blinked, trying to make his eyes reveal a different kind of brilliance: "The dean of the academy is none other than His Royal Highness."

"What?" Zhu Houzhao was shocked by this, and then said: "What dean? I am the teacher of scholars... this is not right."

"Your Highness is knowledgeable and talented. Without Your Highness, Xishan Academy would be like a long night. Therefore, I came here to hire His Highness to serve as the dean of Xishan Academy."

Zhu Houzhao held his chin and looked at Fang Jifan with suspicion in his eyes: "Why do you feel that you are lying to me?"

"No, your highness's talents are not those ordinary stereotyped essays. Your highness's talents are something ordinary nerds can't have. Others can't see them, but my minister has seen them! So your highness must not refuse, your highness is serious, your highness wants to come I also know that this person is not good at lying." Fang Jifan stared at Zhu Houzhao seriously.

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

Teenagers in adolescence are mostly like this. They are arrogant and inferior at the same time. When they are crazy, they wish to cross their hands and say that I am the best in the world. Everyone here is a hot chicken. But when I'm down, I feel worthless.

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 never blinked his eyes, which gave Zhu Houzhao some confidence: "Xishan Academy?"

"Yes, Xishan Academy."

Listen, it seems very advanced.

Fang Jifan explained patiently: "Your Highness is the honorary dean, and I am the executive dean. Your Highness is a senior dean. Of course, the most important thing is the teachers. I plan to let my six disciples all work under the next duty or Muxiu. In addition to giving lectures, they are all Jinshi. As for weekdays, I will also invite some virtuous teachers who are full of peaches and plums to teach them. This minister is not bragging, with His Highness's talents and learning, together with ministers and a few disciples The level of this Xishan Academy, I am afraid that there is no academy in the entire Jiangbei that can compare with it."

"Sounds interesting, can I teach them how to ride horses?" Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows, his eyes looked a little bit expectant.

"Yes, but Xishan Academy is relatively poor and has no horses. Your Highness can help." Fang Jifan said straightforwardly.

"..." Zhu Houzhao was finally happy, and he put on a hearty smile and said: "I don't have much money in this palace, but the money in this place is the only one here.

There are quite a few horses paying tribute, not that I am bragging, all the horses in the world are here in this palace. "

"Your Highness is very wise." Fang Jifan said from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt as if he had been fooled.

But...forget it.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao is a very nervous person, and he rarely cares about these trivial matters, so he said: "Then I need to prepare, I can't let the students underestimate me, shouldn't I read a little, pretend Very talented at once?"

"..."

Zhu Houzhao was already rubbing his hands excitedly as he thought about it.

In the past, he was the target of training, although everyone in Zhan Shifu respected him very much, but what he got was always, Your Highness, this cannot be done, Your Highness, what should a gentleman do, Your Highness, have you done your homework?

Now, there is a feeling of turning around. In the past, he was a son, but now he feels like a father.

...

Seeing Zhu Houzhao's excited look, Fang Jifan was not sure if it was right for him to come to Zhu Houzhao. In fact, he disliked Zhu Houzhao. His Royal Highness is also a master of affairs. This academy seems to be superior, with a bigger backer, he wouldn't invite Zhu Houzhao.

However, this matter is so settled!

But the weather is getting colder, and when autumn comes, the cool wind starts to swish.

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

Here in Xishan, warm sheds have begun to be erected. There are hundreds of thousands of hectares of fields, even including hundreds of thousands of hectares of barren hills. The sweet potatoes that have been reclaimed and planted have already produced potato leaves. In a few days, they can be harvested when.

This sweet potato is drought-tolerant, the more rotten the ground, the stronger the growth.

Compared with its extremely high yield, this is the biggest killer of sweet potatoes. After all, land has always been a scarce resource, and because of scarcity, the land that could not grow food before can produce food, which is the most terrifying of.

Zhang Xin runs around with bamboo slices every day. The growth of sweet potatoes in each field is different. He needs to record the growth of different fields. After recording, he can finally get the habits of sweet potatoes on different fields. Here is a summary of what kind of land is more suitable for sweet potatoes, why this place grows gratifyingly, and in some places, many problems are highlighted.

Every day he takes half a basket of bamboo slices home, and then locks them in his study for sorting and summarizing.

The scale of the British government is very large, especially the main entrance. The pair of stone lions, after a hundred years of wind and rain, are still standing in the frost, showing the magnificence and dignity of the owner.

However, Zhang Xin didn't dare to go home by the main entrance recently, because he was afraid of bumping into his father, and this father's temper became more and more serious.

He had no choice but to sneak in through the side door and quickly return to his courtyard. At this time, his wife, Zhu Shi, the daughter of the King of Zhou, would communicate with him and send away the servants who took care of the place. With the door closed, Mrs. Zhu sorted out the bamboo pieces recorded from different places for him, and Zhang Xin was responsible for recording them in the notebook. Summarize.

The reason why the servants were sent away was because they were afraid that the servants in the house would break their mouths, and if it was heard by the father, it would be terrible.

Zhang Xin returned very late today, and didn't come back until midnight. 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 the vicinity of Longquan Temple for processing.

Looking at the faint lights in the courtyard, Zhang Xin was quite moved. Xiaojie hadn't slept yet, so she must be waiting for him.

A man may have no way to make achievements, but marrying a wife is also a joy in life.

He hastened his pace and entered the hall, only to find that Xiao Jie was not there, but his father Zhang Mao was sitting here with a livid face in court clothes.

Zhang Xin froze, panicked in his heart, and hurriedly saluted: "Father."

"Naughty beast, come back so late, you really did a great job!"

"I...I..." Zhang Xin quickly knelt down, not daring to argue: "My son is dead. Father, where is Xiaojie?"

"She...received a letter from Prince Zhou's mansion, saying that King Zhou is seriously ill and has gone back to his mother's house."

Zhang Xinxin heaved a sigh of relief, but soon, he was worried about his Taishan again, so he asked, "Father... is he seriously ill?"

"Hehe..." Zhang Mao's face became even colder: "Do you really think that you are seriously ill? King Zhou looks down on people with dog eyes. I heard that you are still only a sub-hundred household and even ran to farm with people. I can't afford to lose this person, so I lied about being seriously ill so that I could trick my daughter back. Although I didn't say it clearly, isn't the meaning obvious enough? You... When will you be able to be as successful as Fang Jifan? Let's see He has a brain disease, and now he is an uncle, but you follow him to farm, and farming... Can you be successful? Shame, it's a family misfortune, why didn't I throw you into the water back then? How about drowning in the tank?"

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