Many times, people have limitations in their thinking.

It's a very simple question, but smart people like to dig into the horns of the bull and think about the simplest problem in the deepest place.

Obviously, this is the case with Wang Shouren.

He thinks that the 'Tao' he pursues is the truth, and since it is the 'Tao' and the 'truth', how can he be so mentally retarded?

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

Fang Jifan looked at this guy, and his heart was inexplicably a little painful.

This head melon, how many things do you want to think, this guy won't drill the tip of the horns, and finally go crazy and tear down our house.

Fang Jifan said: "If you don't lean over to do it, how can you know if what you are doing is right or wrong?" As long as you are doing, you can summarize the gains and losses, so that you can know, just like you are bamboo, looking at bamboo, it is meaningless to want to exhaustively study the truth of bamboo. But if you go to plant bamboo yourself, whether the bamboo grows or not, you will gain knowledge, and the more mistakes you summarize, the greater the chance that you will do anything in the future. ”

Looking at Wang Shouren, who was quietly listening to him, Fang Jifan paused for a moment, and then said again: "Oil seller, have you heard of it?" The world's knowledge is not so profound, in fact, they are all like oil sellers, and they are only familiar with it. As long as you do more, you will naturally become familiar with it, and the mistakes and successful experiences can be extended to other places, which is the practice of true knowledge, and the unity of knowledge and action. ”

"Practice...... To the truth. Wang Shouren's eyes lit up, and his face was full of joy: "Students are taught."

A saint is a saint, and he can think about everything...... Ah, no, now this guy is his own protégé, he has been demoted, and he is not qualified to use the word thinking, it should be a blind thought.

Wang Shouren stayed like this.

The worst did not happen, which made Fang Jifan gradually breathe a sigh of relief.

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

With so many schoolchildren, I got a private school for them to study, which ...... Is there a forced qualification?

No!

In that case, why not make it a little taller?

Fang Jifan patted his head, ashamed, a dignified traverser, he even forgot about marketing!

With an idea, he happily went to Zhan Shifu.

Zhu Houzhao has been much more honest recently, and when he saw Fang Jifan, he was still overjoyed, and said with a stiff face: "Old Fang, you haven't been here for a few days, why, do you dislike this palace so much?" ”

Fang Jifan looked at him with a smile on his face, especially the eyes, with affection, Zhu Houzhao was stared at by him and felt furious.

"Your Highness, it's you, you are the one the minister is looking for!" Fang Jifan's affectionate words.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan inexplicably: "What, what do you mean." ”

"Academy."

"Academy?"

As soon as he heard about the academy, okay, Zhu Houzhao suddenly lost interest, pouted, 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 at this time, and then said, "What dean?" Hongu is a teacher of scholars...... That's not right. ”

"His Royal Highness is very knowledgeable, talented and high, if there is no His Highness, Xishan Academy will be like a long night, so the minister specially hired His Highness and stooped to become the president of Xishan Academy."

Zhu Houzhao held his chin and looked at Fang Jifan with suspicion in his eyes: "How do you feel that you are deceiving the palace?" ”

"No, His Highness's talent is not those ordinary eight-strand texts, His Highness's talent is something that ordinary nerds can't have, others can't see it, but the minister sees it! Therefore, Your Highness must not refuse, the minister is serious, and His Highness knows that the minister is not good at lying. Fang Jifan stared at Zhu Houzhao very seriously.

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

In the adolescent teenagers, most of them are like this, they are arrogant, but at the same time they will have inferiority, and when they are crazy, they can't wait to cross their hands and say that Lao Tzu is the first in the world, and everyone here is a spicy chicken. But when you are down, you feel that you are worthless.

So at this time, Fang Jifan must have the courage to face Zhu Houzhao's questioning gaze.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan looked at each other.

Fang Jifan's eyes never blinked, which made Zhu Houzhao have some confidence: "Xishan Academy? ”

"Yes, Xishan Academy."

Sounds like it's very advanced.

Fang Jifan patiently explained: "His Royal Highness is the honorary dean, the minister is the executive dean, and His Royal Highness is a relatively senior dean. Of course, the most important thing is the teachers, and the minister plans to let his six protégés all go to lecture on duty or after Mu Xiu, they are all Jinshi. As for weekdays, some sages who are full of peach and plum will also be invited to be responsible for teaching their coursework, the minister is not boasting, with the talent of His Royal Highness, plus the level of the minister and a few protégés, this Xishan Academy, I am afraid that there is no academy in the entire Jiangbei that can be compared. ”

"Sounds interesting, can Hongu teach them horseback riding?" Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows, with a little look of anticipation in his eyes.

"Yes, but Xishan Academy is relatively poor and has no horses, so Your Highness can sponsor it." Fang Jifan was very upright and authentic.

"......" Zhu Houzhao was finally happy, and said with a hearty smile: "There is not much silver in this palace, but there are a lot of horses in this place to pay tribute, not this palace boasts, the horses in this world are here in this palace." ”

"Your Highness is very wise." Fang Jifan's heartfelt look.

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

But...... Never mind.

Zhu Houzhao is actually a person with a lot of nerves, and he rarely cares about these trivial things, so he said: "Then the palace should be prepared, and the students can't underestimate the palace, shouldn't the palace read a little book and pretend to be very talented?" ”

“……”

Zhu Houzhao thought about it, and was already rubbing his hands excitedly.

In the past, he became the object of training, don't look at the whole Zhan Mansion and everyone respected him, but what he got was always, Your Highness, this can't be done, Your Highness, how should a gentleman be, Your Highness, have you done your homework?

Now, there is a feeling of turning over, I used to be a son, but now I can't think of it, it also feels like a father.

……

Looking at Zhu Houzhao's excited appearance, Fang Jifan was a little unsure whether he was right to come to Zhu Houzhao, in fact, he disliked Zhu Houzhao, this Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also a very good master, if it weren't for the forced qualifications, to make this academy look outstanding, and have a bigger backer, he wouldn't invite Zhu Houzhao.

But that's it!

The weather is getting colder, and when autumn arrives, the cool breeze begins to blow.

The Xiaoice period has begun, but fortunately it has not snowed yet, but in the early morning, frost can still be seen.

Here in the West Mountain, a greenhouse has begun to be built, hundreds of thousands of hectares of fields, even including hundreds of thousands of hectares of barren mountains, the sweet potatoes planted under reclamation have already given birth to potato leaves, and in a few days, it will be time to harvest.

This sweet potato is drought tolerant, and the more rotten the ground, the stronger it grows.

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

Zhang Xin holds bamboo chips every day, running around, each field, the growth of sweet potatoes is different, he needs to record the growth of different fields, record it in order to finally get the habits of sweet potatoes on different ground, and then summarize what kind of land is more suitable for sweet potatoes, why this place is growing gratifying, and in some places, there are many problems highlighted.

Every day, he had to take his half-basket of bamboo pieces home, and then lock them in his study to sort and summarize.

The scale of the British Mansion is very large, especially the main entrance, the pair of stone lions, which have experienced a hundred years of wind and rain, and are still standing in the frost, showing the prestige and dignity of the owner.

However, Zhang Xin has not dared to go home through the main gate recently, for fear of bumping into his father, who is getting more and more angry.

He had to sneak in through the side door, and quickly returned to his courtyard, whenever at this time, his wife, that is, the daughter of the king of Zhou, Zhu, would communicate with his own heart, and send away to take care of the slaves here, the husband and wife closed the door, Zhu sorted the bamboo pieces recorded from different places for him, and Zhang Xin was responsible for recording them in the book, so after classifying, he also had to rely on his memory to summarize and summarize.

The reason why the slaves were sent away was because they were afraid that the slaves in the house would break their mouths, and if it reached my father's ears again, it would be terrible.

Zhang Xin replied very late today, and did not come back until the time of the child, because the weather was cold, and the growth of sweet potatoes in some places was obviously too slow, and he had to go to the vicinity of Longquanguan to deal with it.

Looking at the faint lights in the courtyard, Zhang Xinxin was quite moved, Xiaojie had not slept yet, she must be waiting for herself.

A man may not be able to make a contribution, but marrying a wife like this is also a happy thing in life.

He hurried his steps and entered the foyer, but found that Xiao Jie was not there, but his father Zhang Mao was sitting here in court clothes with a blue face.

Zhang Xin was stunned, panicked, and hurriedly saluted: "Father." ”

"Evil animal, you are really doing a great thing to come back so late!"

"I ...... I ......" Zhang Xin hurriedly knelt down, not daring to argue: "My son is dead." Father, what about Xiaojie? ”

She ...... received a letter from King Zhou's mansion, saying that King Zhou was seriously ill and had returned to his parents' home. ”

Zhang Xinli breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, he was worried about his Taishan again, so he asked, "Father...... Seriously ill? ”

"Hehe......" Zhang Mao's face became even colder: "Do you really think it's seriously ill?" King Zhou, that's a dog who looks down on people, I heard that you are still only a deputy hundred, and you still go to farm with people, and you feel that you can't afford to lose this person, so you lied that you are seriously ill, so as to deceive your daughter back, although this is not explicitly stated, but this meaning, is not obvious enough? You...... When will you be able to come out like Fang Jifan, you look at other people, you have a brain disease, and now you have been crowned, but you follow other people's butts to farm and farm...... Can there be a profit? Shame, it's the misfortune of the family, why didn't Lao Tzu throw you into the water tank and drown? Search for "CM" or enter the URL:.