“…”

Fang Jifan was speechless.

Obviously I really don’t want to take Wang Shouren’s credit, but why did it become shameless when I got to Wang Hua’s mouth?

This is really a bizarre and absurd world.

Fang Jifan had the ability to spit on his face, so he naturally didn't care.

"So, what does Wang Zhanshi mean?"

"It must be clarified that if the reputation is broken, Yu Xinjianbo will not be hindered..."

"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 set up Xishan Academy, you have to be responsible for the students in this Academy. Do you want them to walk out of the Academy and bear the infamous reputation?"

Fang Jifan shook his head.

Wang Hua suddenly arose and said seriously: "Then let's argue, invite him to the West Mountain, refute him, and let people all over the world know what a new learning is!"

Well said.

Fang Jifan's blood was boiling.

Wang Hua took out a thick book from his sleeve: "The difference between new school and Gongyang school, I thought about it all night last night. Look, by following this prescription, I will definitely leave Wen Suchen speechless."

Fang Jifan took over the book.

Thick, tens of thousands of words.

After carefully reading it, I found that Wang Hua had a deep understanding of the concept of the new school. He was the top scholar and had a great theoretical level. From the perspective of empathy, to the simplicity of the great way, to the unity of knowledge and action, this little boy was extremely detailed. Then, by this, he distinguished himself from Gongyang Studies, and was compared with Gongyang Studies everywhere...

Fang Jifan said in surprise: "I didn't expect that Wang Zhanshi had such a unique insight into the new learning."

At this level, you can go to the academy to be the vice president, which is amazing.

Wang Hua blushed and snorted coldly: "I just read some articles about new learning occasionally."

"I admire you, I admire you." Fang Jifan held the book and didn't have time to take a closer look.

Wang Hua glared at Fang Jifan: "When debating, you must not fall into the trap of the other party. Wen Suchen is a great scholar in Suzhou. He is knowledgeable. Don't underestimate him. You must know that many people want to read jokes from Xishan Academy now. If they are actually demoted, they will spread all over the world and be laughed at by others."

Fang Jifan took the book: "I understand, thank you, Mr. Wang. Tomorrow, I will ask Bo An to post to Wen Su, and make an appointment to fight 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 my son be a gunman in everything?

Fang Jifan said: "Boan's level is a little better than him."

"You..." Wang Hua already felt that this person's face had surpassed the limit of human beings. He sighed and knew that things could not be saved. According to Bo'an's temperament, even if he was shot, he would still be excited. He had eaten ** soup: "Tell him to be careful, I... say goodbye."

He turned around and Fang Jifan said, "Let's wait."

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

Fang Jifan looked at Wang Hua's back awkwardly. On the dress that was close to his buttocks, there was an extremely clear shoe print. Yang Ting and his shoes were quite big. They were really big feet: "Prince, your thighs..."

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

“…”

……………………

When Wang Hua walked out of the hall, he still had the arrogance that the top scholar should have.

But when I arrived at the door, I found a figure.

It's Wang Shouren.

I don’t know when he will come back, but he just stood there blankly and looked at Wang Hua.

Wang Hua's old face was pulled down.

"Father." Wang Shouren bowed.

"Oh." Wang Hua looked up at the sky. The sky was dim. The sunset sprinkled the afterglow and fell on his arrogant face. Wang Hua only responded lightly and relaxedly.

"Don't my father sit for a long time?" Wang Shouren looked at his father carefully. He heard some of the words inside, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"I won't sit anymore." Wang Hua shook his head, paused, feeling unhappy if he didn't vomit: "Your mentor is so good at being a man?"

"No...no."

Wang Hua looked at Wang Shouren deeply, as if he felt that his son's appearance made him feel a little relieved. He didn't bother to pay attention to it, and put his hands behind his back: "Let's go."

"Boy... I'll send my father to you."

Wang Shouren stood up and followed Wang Hua silently.

The father and son, one in front and one behind, were both silent. When they arrived at the middle gate, Wang Hua turned around, wanted to speak but stopped, then shook his head, sighed, and said, "What kind of evil did you do?"

He bent his body and waited in front of the door. On his buttocks, a huge shoe print was particularly eye-catching. He fell into the sedan chair and left.

…………

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

I would like to ask Wen Suchen for advice.

Wen Suchen seemed to have been waiting for this day, and then replied, making an appointment with Wang Shouren to ask for help.

This is how scholars are. People in society need to take out a killing knife and cut it off with one knife. They just need to make a good gesture to each other.

By May 29, the West Mountain was already crowded with people, and countless people were waiting.

Wen Suchen is a great scholar of Neo-Confucianism. This time he asked Hanlin editor Wang Shouren for advice, which clearly showed that the contradiction accumulated by the unreliability of the new study and Neo-Confucianism was completely clear.

This great scholar from Suzhou took a shower and changed his clothes under the service of his disciples, and then set off to the west.

Wen Suchen passed the Juren in his early years, and since then, he continued to take part in the exam. Instead, he taught his children in the village to study. While compiling the classics of Cheng Zhu's Neo-Confucianism, he has always respected Cheng Zhu and opposed Wang Lu. He is also famous in Jiangnan. Now, new schools have appeared in Beijing. This time, when he comes to Beijing, he obviously has the intention of being vigilant about him.

New learning has begun to show its edge. No great scholars have ever criticized it before, but it is just because new learning is not worth enough.

Now, this new learning has gradually shown its edge, Wen Suchen stood up with the attitude of a great scholar.

All the scholars in Manjing came at this time.

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

However... the entry-level ticket is three taels of silver, and the minimum consumption in the teahouse is one cup of tea, and the sincere copper coins are thirty.

This price is shameless.

But Wen Suchen was not alone. After all, Xishan was the land of Xinjianbo, so he certainly would not give Xishan Academy a chance to besiege him. This time, the old friends and relatives and friends brought him this time were as many as 150 people.

When the ticket seller called the abacus, he looked at the crowd in front of him, and then said with a expressionless expression: "Five hundred and four taels of silver, thank you Chenghui."

“…”

This is like a killing stick coming from the front.

All of a sudden, the aggressive people were speechless. Look at me, I look at you, a little confused.

More than 500 taels of silver, to be honest, for ordinary scholars, it is a large amount. Even a wealthy family may not be able to pay.

Wen Suchen had just come out of the sedan chair with a calm and gentle atmosphere. When he heard the number, his face was a little stiff.

He is a great scholar, and he doesn't do production. He has thousands of acres of land at home, but he has more than 500 taels of silver. How can he pay for it? Let the students pay their own accounts? It sounds not nice to say it.

But my disciples, relatives and friends, may not be able to pay out the silver at once.

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

It is not a solution to continue like this.

Wen Suchen stepped forward: "It's better to rob it if you're five hundred and four taels."

"In the past, it was always the same price, how could it be robbed?" The ticket seller was unhappy. He was a glorious ticket seller. He read some books and was proficient in arithmetic, so he was selected to come here.

Wen Suchen's face turned slightly red: "We are scholars."

"Can scholars not spend money?"

"Can you tell me the price?" Wen Suchen was speechless, unable to express his great principles of Neo-Confucianism, and he was very impressed: "We are visiting friends, not here to spend money."

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

“…”

Wen Suchen said with a stern and righteous attitude: "It's really outrageous. It's ridiculous. I came here to discuss the strengths of the saints. Who is the woodcutter in the mountains and rivers? You keep my account here. My name is Wen Suchen. You write it down. I am not the kind of person who owes people credit and don't pay back the money. We..."

"good."

The ticket seller was so happy that he started writing a few IOUs and placed them in front of Wen Suchen: "Please sign and seal the letter."

Wen Suchen's heart is bleeding.

In fact, he wanted to leave.

But after thinking about it carefully, he had come and moved so many people, and turned around and left. How could such a grand event be easy to leave? More than 500 taels of silver is really not a small amount. After all, he is a person who is looking for at home. He is not a child and has no salary in the court. He gritted his teeth and signed the pen, dipped in red mud, and painted the mock."

The other disciples and old officials breathed a sigh of relief and didn't dare to say anything. Now they were dancing: "It's really ridiculous. You need money everywhere, and it's unbearable."

"Yes, yes, I'm very fond of it, and I even call myself academy for a loss."

Wen Suchen forced a smile, but still stroked his beard, strode up, and entered the farmhouse manor. Then, when he arrived at the teahouse, before he could sit down, he heard someone in the distance throwing a copper coin: "A dress of tea."

He looks like that, he is also a scholar, with a handsome face and very extraordinary.

The waiter smiled and said, "Young Master Shen is here early today."

This person is Shen Ao, and Shen Ao smiled and said, "If you want to discuss the pros and cons with Mr. Wen, how can you not come?"

Wen Suchen was confused because he looked at a waiter and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

This... requires money?

The problem is that the people from Xishan Academy actually paid for tea, which shows that this teahouse is perfect and has no distinction. If they pay, can they argue with the waiter here?

When I came, I just thought that the rumors of Xinjianbo were not something, so I brought more people to help and be prepared for fear of trouble. The louder the momentum, the better. But I never expected that the other party might have a knife and axe burial, and might have a cup to throw, but as a result... I still couldn't guard against it. I didn't expect this.
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