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"I heard that Xinghebo's Zhixing Academy was opened?"

"Well, I heard people say that school seems to start today."

"Tsk tusk! Uncle Xinghe kept it tight enough that he only released the news of Mr. Xia's teaching today."

"I heard that Zhixing Academy only spends 20% of the time teaching Confucianism. Even if Mr. Xia is there, most people don't dare to go!"

"Really? That's too... it's deviant, and those students will probably regret it by then!"

The two scholars were eating breakfast and gossiping as they ate. An idle man pointed to a group of people outside and said, "His Royal Highness, is this going out of the city?"

It’s close to Jubao Gate, so everyone will come over to watch the excitement.

The two scholars looked at each other, and one of the eyes lit up, "Is the Zhixing Academy belonged to His Highness..."

Another person said regretfully: "Yes! No one thought of the role of His Highness in it?"

And Hu Guang also received the news, he said with a sullen face: "Your Majesty doesn't care about Taisun's mischief?"

Yang Rong smiled bitterly on the side, knowing that Hu Guang was alluding that Zhu Zhanji was cultivating his own power.

Hu Guangmeng got up and said to himself: "No, this official has to go to your majesty to make a difference."

In the middle of a field, the craftsmen were building walls at this time, and the entire academy area looked very simple.

Thirty-nine students saw this deserted scene, and couldn't help being a little stunned on the playground.

Fang Xing stood on the high platform by the side of the playground, and when he saw Zhu Zhanji hit his horse, he nodded to Huang Zhong beside him.

"His Royal Highness Wanan!"

The shout frightened the students who did not know.

"From now on, there will be no gifts in the academy!"

Zhu Zhanji strode onto the stage, and the other party woke up with a smile: "Brother Dehua, the first day of today, the younger brother is late."

Fang Xing nodded, and the two stood on it, looking at the 39 students sparsely below, Zhu Zhanji whispered: "Brother Dehua, aren't there more than fifty people?"

Fang Xing said lightly: "Twelve people were taken away by other colleges."

At this time, when those students saw Taisun actually coming, the doubts in their hearts had long since vanished, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

The doubt about imperial examination still exists, but with Zhu Zhanji, then everyone's future will at least not be without guarantee.

Most of these students are poor students. When they see the emperor's grandson, they feel that the ancestral tomb is smoked, not to mention that Zhu Zhanji's posture is still preparing to speak.

"Say a few words."

Fang Xing retreated to the back, standing with his hand held down, but his heart was very uneasy.

The following thirty-nine people will be his first batch of experimental plots. As long as they succeed, then the new learning will take root in Daming.

Zhu Zhanji's rhetoric has come to an end, Fang Xing hasn't participated in this kind of ceremony for a long time, but he listened with gusto.

"...You should encourage your eagerness to learn. There is knowledge that you have never known here. That is Fangxue!"

Fang Xing's eyes widened, Xie Jin was also startled behind, and Tian Xiucai already wanted to kneel.

In Daming, who would dare to name his doctrine with his surname? Doesn't it seem to be right now?

The students below are even more daunting. If Zhu Zhanji is not the speaker, there will probably be someone to question.

Fang Xue? What a big question!

Among them, Jie Jin’s feelings were the most complicated. He knew that Zhu Zhanji’s words had never been communicated with Fang Xing in advance, so what did this mean?

Your Highness! You are really reckless!

And Fang Xing was taken aback for a while, and then put those worries aside.

Is there only Confucianism in Daming?

Could it be that Daming can only rely on the eight-legged essay to decide who can be an official and who can enjoy various privileges?

Zhu Zhanji had finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Xing a little nervously.

Fang Xing nodded to him, smiled slightly, and walked to the front.

After the students below were successfully admitted, even if they rest assured, their family members have used various means to get to know Fang Xing.

No one can be better than Fang Xing at this age.

But in terms of literature, it was criticized.

When he was a child prodigy, he was proud of the imperial examination field. After Fang Hongjian was implicated in the big case, the road was cut off.

But then the uncle changed his course unexpectedly, and from then on the road of miscellaneous learning began to run wildly without hesitation.

In the Ming Dynasty, who respects Confucianism, these people should be the rats crossing the street.

But who would have thought that this guy would use miscellaneous studies to confuse Zhu Zhanji, and from then on, Daming's future heir would become his **** supporter.

Today, Zhu Zhanji personally uttered the word "Fangxue", and everyone present can be sure that a storm is accumulating energy.

Fang Xing looked at the students with different expressions below, and slowly said, "As the head of the mountain, I welcome everyone to Zhixing Academy."

"Zhixing!"

Fang Xing smiled, apologized silently in his heart, and then said: "This name contains my hope for everyone. I hope everyone can do the following three points."

Xie Jin put aside the entanglement and listened carefully.

Tian Xiucai blinked, looking at Fang Xing's back, and muttering in her heart.

"The first is the prophet, I don't want everyone to become the kind of ignorant and fearless stunner! The second is to know while walking, learn and use it, this is the correct way to learn!"

The people present were thinking about these two sentences, remembering that many civil servants only understood articles and poems, and had no idea about people's livelihood.

The point is that these civilians don't understand the way of herdsmen at all. They only know how to find the answers from the teachings of those saints, and it turns out that one out of ten is good.

But should the people be your civil servants' whetstone and test field?

But learning and using it, the meaning of this sentence can be deep.

Xie Jin's expression was a bit tangled, and he heard the meaning inside.

Can you use Confucianism if you can learn it?

Can't it?

At most, it can only be used in mouth-splashing, to break apart a word of the saint to pieces, but when the saint himself said this sentence, whether it has these meanings, it is estimated that he himself is not clear.

Tian Xiucai is already sweating profusely. He is a farmer's child, relying on the support of his father and brother to get to this day.

But Fang Xing's words directly pointed to the pain points of Confucianism, which made him extremely entangled.

I should stand up bravely and argue with him!

Tian Xiucai, a vested interest in Confucianism, was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and Fang Xing over there continued to expound his academic thoughts.

"The third is to know and do it!"

Fang Xing's speaking rhythm is not fast, but his words are clear and his voice is clear.

"Know and do it, I don't expect everyone to be Wenshan Gong, but here I encourage everyone to know and do it, and even the unity of knowing and doing..."

Seeing that everyone was at a loss, only Xie Jin and a few people were surprised, Fang Xing sighed lightly, thinking that he was relying on this thing methodologically, it couldn't be more correct. Then he beckoned to the side steps.

Ma Su came up with a piece of paper.

The theories that fall into the category of philosophy and contain some Buddhism are too obscure for these students, even Xie Jin is a bit confused, so Fang Xing was too lazy to put those four sentences out, and he just started the enlightenment class directly~www .NovelMTL.com~Ma Su held the paper and said loudly: "Disciple Gui..."

When Xie Jin saw Fang Xing retreating, he whispered: "Dehua, what you said just now seems to be unfinished, tell the old man."

Fang Xing replied in a low voice, "Don't say it, or I'm worried that you will get into the horns."

Everyone has a different understanding of this stuff. Fang Xing worried that if Xie Jin really got in, he would be even more unscrupulous.

I'm kind, what can you do?

Xie Jin's teeth are itchy here, and Ma Su's voice continues...

"Clothes are expensive, not expensive..."

"Holding a virtual device, such as holding a profit, enters a virtual room, like someone..."

"The villain enters, everything is bad!"

Ma Su rolled the paper, turned it around and handed it back to Fang Xing respectfully.