Chapter Nine Hundred and Seventy-Fifth The Distant Monkey Who Despises the Powerful, the Old Woman of Unknown Origin

Yuanshan Gong looked about fifty years old, thin and serious, and he just bowed to Yang Rong and Jin Zhong after seeing him.

"Hello, two adults"

Yang Rong reluctantly nodded, and then said that he would go back to deal with political affairs.

"Don't try again on Xinghebo's side!"

Fang Xing smiled: "There were some students' games in the warehouse, but Master Yang said so, let Fang let them accumulate dust in the warehouse!"

Yang Rong was startled, then bowed his hands knowingly and left.

——If you stop, then everyone can talk. If you don't want to, and you have to make a fuss, then everyone should gong face to face, let's get angry with each other!

Jin Zhong also left, he mainly came to help, now that the matter has subsided, the Ministry of War still has a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

"Old man Chang Fuyou, met Xinghe Bo."

Facing Fang Xing, Chang Fuyou bent over, probably this was his bottom line.

"It's not that the old man can't pass the exam, but I just don't want to go to the imperial court to be a kowtower. I would rather be at home and enjoy teaching junior students."

This is a fun guy!

Fang Xing cupped his hands and said: "Yuanshan Gong's words are exactly what Fang wants, please."

"Uncle! The little one wants to enter the academy! I implore uncle for permission!"

Someone shouted outside, with a sincere voice, but Fang Xing didn't look back, and took Chang Fuyou to drink tea.

Yuan Da, who was guarding the gate, said: "The head of the mountain said that the number of students enrolled each year is there. Don't need any extra ones. Go home and study by yourself!"

The man said unconvinced: "But I counted just now, and there are more than fifty people! Didn't we just recruit fifty people? Then who are the extra?"

Yuan Da got angry when he heard it, and shouted: "That's the student my master brought back from Jinling, what's the matter! You have to get your permission to enroll?!"

...

When he arrived at Fang Xing's room in the academy, Chang Fuyou looked at the simple decoration and nodded slightly. After Fang Xing made him a cup of tea, he bowed to thank him.

Fang Xing didn't sit upright, but sat on the chair in a very comfortable posture.

"Did Master Yuan Shan teach me anything here?"

Chang Fuyou put down his teacup and said, "This old man has been steeped in Confucianism for many years, so he has seen some tricks. In a word, it is all the ancient methods, obeying the teachings of the masters thousands of years ago, so as to be a good man. What do Xinghe think?"

"interesting!"

Fang Xing smiled slightly, but did not agree.

"I didn't want to be a scholar at first, but I ended up doing it because of some benefits. What's ridiculous is that there was a paragraph in the article written by the old man that was hidden, but the examiner didn't see it, and finally let out a bad breath."

This is an old guy who despises authority and despises the powerful!

"What do Xing Hebo think about Confucianism and science?"

Tsk!

Fang Xing had a headache, the old man's tone seemed to mean that the counselor was looking for the lord!

"Fang doesn't have much attainments in Confucianism, but in the foreseeable future, Confucianism is just a study of self-cultivation and self-cultivation."

There is no one else here, Fang Xing doesn't need to be cautious.

"As for science, it is a practical study, which is of great benefit to the country and the family. Presumably Yuanshan Gong will not object to this point?"

Chang Fuyou shook his head, he felt that Fang Xing still exalted Confucianism.

"Both have one thing in common, and that is to form a group. After the children of science become officials, they will inevitably form a group and become the same interest group as Confucianism."

Chang Fuyou nodded slightly and said: "Xing Hebo is indeed frank!"

Fang Xing said with a smile: "This is not to say that the disadvantages can be avoided if they can be avoided, but there is one point. What can the Confucian students leave for Da Ming? How about science?"

Chang Fuyou nodded and said: "Xing Hebo's words are very good. Confucianism can only leave a country that has been the same for thousands of years, but science can transform Ming Dynasty through various knowledge!"

This old man's thinking is not backward, which is probably the reason why he has become an outlier in the literati circle.

"Uncle Xinghe, I have a few students, and the descendants of my family are also interested in science, but I don't have a gentleman. I wonder if the academy can send a gentleman there. I don't want too many, just once every ten and a half months.

"

Fang Xing thought for a while: "Isn't Yuanshan Gong afraid of being hostile?"

Chang Fuyou shook his head and said: "The old man gave up his self-esteem because of that little privilege, but now he doesn't want his descendants to go out of their way to pursue the illusory principles of life, don't be afraid! If anyone dares to come, the old man's family has quite a few powerful weapons, and they will all die together." !"

"good!"

Fang Xing admired this kind of person who would not give in for his own beliefs, he said: "Several of my disciples can go to teach, this way, one person will go every ten days in the future, and Master Yuanshan can let people concentrate on the problems. , when the time comes, we will solve the confusion together!"

"Thank you Xing Hebo, the old man will go back soon."

...

In this way, the physics book incident ended anticlimactically, and many courtiers in the court were implicated. Zhu Di's pen was swiped, and those who were demoted were demoted and exiled.

But the small plane that Zhu Zhanji made that day caused an uproar.

"The crown prince of a country is obsessed with those strange and obscene skills. Doesn't your majesty care about it?"

"What the hell! Didn't you see that there is a county king in the academy! What is this?"

"This is balance! Forget it, don't talk about state affairs, come, let's have a drink!"

This is the first dish of the newly opened store. Fang Derong looked at the guests full of ambitions, and looked forward to the big market outside the city even more in his heart.

And just at the door of the first freshness, an old woman was sitting on the steps, took out half a dry biscuit from the bundle, then turned around holding a broken bowl and begged: "Brother, may I give up a bowl of water?"

"The old man wait a moment."

The clerk took the broken bowl and went in to report to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper, Ye Qing, is an old man from Fangjiazhuang. He frowned and said, "Wash the dishes, let the kitchen make a bowl of hot broth, and besides, it's too cold outside, please come in and have a seat with the old man."

The old woman was at a loss for a bowl of broth and hurriedly refused.

Ye Qing came out and said: "Old man, seeing your extraordinary temperament, you must have fallen in the family. If others have difficulties, just reach out. This is what my master said, please come in."

The crone rubbed her eyes, and finally just accepted the broth, refusing to go in.

It could be seen that she was very hungry, but she still calmly tore into the dry biscuits and ate them slowly.

"Thank you shopkeeper, thank you little brother, I'm leaving now."

The old woman stood up with difficulty and walked away slowly.

The clerk was about to go in, and when he saw the whereabouts of the old woman, he was surprised and said: "Shopkeeper, why did this old man go to the imperial city? It must be a mistake."

Ye Qing shook his head: "It looks like this person came from a long way, so there must be a way to guide her. Even if she made a mistake, the people from Wucheng Bingma Division will show her the way."

The Wucheng Bingma Division has many responsibilities, such as catching thieves, public security, transportation... It is equivalent to the collection of functions of several departments in later generations.

And the old woman in their mouth just walked along the wall, slowly but firmly came to the outside of the imperial city, and knelt outside with a plop.

"Please forgive me, my lord. This servant is someone close to your nobleman. I have something urgent to ask His Majesty to see you!"

Under the hazy sky, a white-haired woman knelt there, her head drooping, as if she would fall to the ground the next moment...