Chapter 469 Someone Stole the Musket, Xie Jin Enlightened

Xie Jin returned to his residence in a daze. 』』Δ Liewen Ω Network Ww W. "Lie Wen. CC

This is a small courtyard, and because the wife and children haven't come yet, it makes people feel very lonely.

Xie Jin was originally a very smart person, but he lost some points in the way of the world, so he has been unlucky so far.

"Who is useful? Is Confucianism really useless?"

In this way, until lunch time, Xie Jin still stood in the yard.

It's even harder for a smart person to get out of the way!

"Mr. Xie, let's eat."

When Xie Jin woke up, he saw Ma Su holding a food box and setting meals on the stone table in the yard.

Xie Jin was also a little absent-minded during the meal, and even the dishes were only served with the stir-fried vegetables in front of him.

"Mr. Xie, the teacher said, whether it is useful or not depends on what my Ming needs."

Keep up with the times?

Xie Jin's mind suddenly cleared up. He put down his chopsticks, and said with piercing eyes: "That's exactly the case. Knowledge lies in the use. Make the best use of things. Useless means decay..."

Ma Su moved the dishes in front of him, and said with a smile, "The teacher also said that it's not us who decides what works, but the common people."

"People..."

Xie Jin suddenly realized, he remembered that Fang Xing once said that Confucianism was too drifting, and its roots were not deep, and it was only attracting people by relying on the benefits of imperial examinations to change fate.

"The common people's daily use is knowledge!"

Ma Su saw Xie Jin's eyes light up suddenly from the side, and then he stopped eating, dropped his chopsticks and walked out.

"Where's Dehua?"

Xie Jin was quite old, so he didn't shy away from entering the backyard.

A servant girl blessed her body and said: "Mr. Xie, Madam said that the master has gone to Jubaoshanwei."

"Why!"

Xie Jin said regretfully: "I wanted to talk to him, but this is really..."

Jubaoshan Military Camp,

When Fang Xing arrived with a few servants, it happened to be lunch break.

"Uncle!"

Lin Qun'an came to welcome him with two thousand households.

"Did that person say anything?"

"No, I want to wait for uncle to interrogate you after you come."

When the group entered the detention room, they saw an honest-looking man tied to a wooden post in the middle.

Seeing someone coming, the man said anxiously: "My lord, the little one just went on the wrong road..."

Fang Xing turned around and asked, "What is this man spying on?"

Lin Qun'an replied: "At that time our department was practicing formation, and this man wanted to sneak in from behind."

"Not to say?"

Fang Xing sat on the chair and said calmly: "He wants to sneak in, there is only one thing, my firearm!"

The man's body trembled, and when he looked up, he saw Fang Xing's disdainful gaze.

"The officials of my Ming Dynasty naturally don't need to use this method to obtain muskets, so..."

Fang Xing's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he asked, "Is it Wala or a Tatar?"

"No...it's from Daming!"

There was no need for torture, when Fang Xing pointed at the core of the incident, the man had already collapsed.

Fang Xing squinted at him and asked, "That person can speak clearly?"

"Yes, my lord, he is from Daming, otherwise how could he speak Daming words..."

The man panicked when he thought of the consequences of this incident. He only wanted to avoid death, so he cooperated extremely.

Fang Xing frowned and said, "How tall is that man? What does he look like? Where's his accent?"

"Short, with flesh on his face, thick flesh, and an accent...the accent is the Jinling accent."

Fang Xing was startled, "How short is he?"

The man recalled for a while and said, "Only to the small chin."

"interesting!"

Fang Xing turned around and left. The man thought he would be lenient, so he shouted: "My lord, I will never tell a lie, otherwise the sky will be struck by thunder..."

But Fang Xing kept walking, and didn't pay attention to this at all.

Lin Qun'an sneered from behind and said: "If you dare to steal my Daming's firearms, most of them are foreigners. As a Daming, you do such things as helping the evildoers, just wait!"

"My lord, I'm so wronged..."

Fang Xing stood in the middle of the training ground, thought for a while, and said with deep eyes: "This matter must not be publicized, and no one is allowed to ask!"

Lin Qun'an asked in surprise: "Uncle, there is clearly someone behind this person, why didn't they report it? Wouldn't that be too cheap for them!"

Shen Hao said without hesitation: "Yes, Uncle, we should report to the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, and it is best to report to His Majesty, then no one will be able to escape."

Wu Yue frowned and said, "Uncle, I feel that this matter is a bit strange, only people who don't know the details of my department would sneak in rashly..."

Fang Xing looked at the temporarily silent camp, and said slowly: "This matter is not allowed to be discussed again, I have my own opinion."

Lin Qun'an and the others were stunned. After sending Fang Xing away, Shen Hao said puzzledly: "If it weren't for the uncle's handwriting, I really thought..."

Lin Qun'an was also a little puzzled, but he had to maintain Fang Xing's prestige, so he shouted: "Uncle, is it something we can say? Go back quickly, squint at noon, and continue practicing in the afternoon!"

When Fang Xing returned home, he saw Xie Jin waiting for him eagerly, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Xie doesn't need to argue, let's just see the future."

Xie Jin got up and said seriously: "Dehua, the old man just went back and thought about it carefully, and finally realized a truth."

Don't mess around with this old gentleman!

Fang Xing hurriedly made a humble gesture and said, "Fang Xing, please hear."

Xie Jin Fuxu said slowly: "From your words today, and those physical and chemical studies, the old man has realized a truth, that is, knowledge is the common people's daily use. Without this, it will be as floating as you said. No foundation."

Well……

Fang Xing's heart was agitated at this moment, he bowed and said: "Mr. Xie said something, I would like to be taught."

The common people are knowledgeable for their daily use, which seems to have been brought up in the later period.

Later, someone said more radically that everyone can be Yao and Shun!

But Xie Jin only had a little insight, and he realized this truth like a revelation, and Fang Xing was convinced.

Xie Jin sighed, then looked at Fang Xing with strange eyes and said, "Do you know what they are afraid of you?"

It's not too much to say that I'm afraid, because Fang Xing's students are only a few dozen students. Compared with the tens of thousands of scholars who study Confucianism in the Ming Dynasty, it is really a dust in the universe.

But these people were afraid, and tried every means to abolish Zhixing Academy.

Fang Xing wondered: "Isn't it because they are afraid that Confucianism will be attacked? Oh! There is also the factor of His Highness, they are afraid that I will drag His Highness to Fang Xue's side."

Once Zhu Zhanji leans towards Fang Xue, no one will know the consequences.

For the sake of the so-called orthodoxy, what would those literati do?

Fang Xing's reputation for being stinky is just an appetizer, maybe it's safer to kill Fang Xing.

Fang Xing thought of Zhu Zhanji, if he really got to that point...

"The red pill case? Or just strangled to death..."

A gleam flashed in Fang Xing's eyes, the civil servants would do anything for their own benefit, and the methods were even more secretive, even more vicious than any eunuch!

Maybe it would be nice to change the emperor?

"I heard that you printed mathematics directly on the cheapest paper, what do you think they are afraid of?"

Fang Xing's thoughts were interrupted, and after a moment of shock, he suddenly realized.

"Fang Xue is simple and not obscure. If I directly publish a large number of cheap books, even those students who want to be officials will disdain Fang Xue, but what about ordinary people?"

Xie Jin sighed: "You are digging the roots of Confucianism!"

As long as you are a literate person, when you get a Fangxue textbook with exercises and detailed explanations, it is almost like the feeling of rain after a long drought.

Fang Xing smiled, and said lightly: "There are too many leeches attached to the big tree of Confucianism. Since they are unwilling to remove it, of course I have to remind them... who made me a good person."