Half-step people Ruibi half-step Jindan don't know where to go!

Cao Xian, who has experienced too much, doesn't plan to dump Li Dong or anyone, a ninety-five-year-old person, and he is not like Lu Deming, who is staring at the entire Suzhou clan behind him. The pen and the fun pavilion www.biquge.info the Jiangdu, which has been in Zhenguan for ten years, can still vaguely see the ruins of the past, and has not yet recovered from the memory of the ruins.

"In this way, what about the Hanyang Society, the official school of scripture and righteousness still has to be taught. It's not that the old man is boasting, I'm going to open the museum, and Hanyang celebrities and celebrities are coming. ”

"What about boasting? It's just that this matter is not old-timer's, and it is infamous for nothing. ”

"Noise."

Cao Xian waved his hand, took a sip of tea from Wuyi Mountain, touched his beard and continued, "It can be regarded as a feint attack for you, and this opening professor is also for others." After the opening of the school, the old man suggested that a new branch be opened, knowing that you have a property in Xiaobie Mountain, why not set up a branch in Xiaobie Mountain. ”

"Linzhang Mountain."

"It's all right, anyway, it has nothing to do with the old man."

As he spoke, as if he had thought of something, the half-step Renrui scratched his head, "But there is one thing, the Linzhangshan branch must not allow the children of the Jiangxia clan in Hanyang to enter." Externally, the old man will be vague in the name of 'supporting the poor and weak'. ”

"There are old-timers."

"The rest will depend on your plan. Lu Qiyan took every step of the way, so that the old man could open his eyes. ”

To do this, Cao Xian is absolutely benevolent and righteous.

In fact, he didn't have to do this, but the once prosperous Jiangdu, the war at the end of the Sui Dynasty was burned by the Yuwen clan, and the emperor died there. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the mulberry is broken, which is really sad about the past.

Ninety-five-year-old Cao Xian watched his junior student disciples die in front of him one by one, not only the junior disciples, but even the Sui Dynasty, which unified the world, died in front of him.

humbled, prayed, presumptuous, feared, angry, rejoiced...... In the end, what is left is just not sad, joyful, shocked, or angry, a little request, a little thought.

Desirelessness is just Cao Xian's personal needs, but half-step Renrui still has a little bit of ideals. It's just that he doesn't dare to think as much as the twenty-year-old Zhang De, he doesn't expect that one day no one will write "Talking and laughing with Confucianism, and there is no white ding", and he never even hopes to "make the world's poor people compete for face".

If every hero and every hero must set a small goal for his life, then the ninety-five-year-old Cao Xian, in the eighty-nine years since he was able to write poetry at the age of six, should have 32,485 small goals.

Just as Li Shimin encounters rare words and wants to find someone to ask, everyone thinks of Cao Xian, Cao Xian's small goal in life is to deal with words.

He was a philologist, and Yang Guang asked him to participate in the compilation of "Guiyuan Zhu Cong", and later annotated "Guangya", and wrote a volume of "Miscellaneous Records of Ancient and Modern Characters and Pictures" in his spare time.

On "saying and interpreting words", Cao Xian can't get around this era.

It's a pity that he had dozens of disciples when he was young, but as a result, wars, political struggles, and clan power struggles caused more than half of his disciples to die, and the remaining ones lived the longest, and they were still a year away from being considered Jiazi.

In a person's life, if he can calmly look back at his cruel past and send black-haired people dozens of times in a row, what will happen to such a person and his heart?

"Chu Di Duo Lin Cai, why do the old-timers look at me, let's find another disciple."

"Just have Lu Qi."

Zhang De didn't persuade much, such an old man, unless he was willing, no one could say that he would move him to accept disciples. Lu Zhaolin was favored by God, so he let him worship under Cao Xian.

"Although the old man only asks about the branch, the old man has a doubt in his heart, and he hopes to solve his doubts."

"Old-timers, please speak, know everything and say everything."

"If the branch excludes the Hanyang Jiangxia clan, the son of the local farmer, artisan and merchant, if it is recruited, I am afraid that sooner or later it will attract suspicion and attack. Without a child, everything is closed. Furthermore, there is no shortage of disciples, and if they cannot be united, they will eventually turn against each other because of the imperial examination, which is a certainty. ”

Half-step Renrui doesn't think a lot, and it's basically on point. Even if a branch is opened, nominally it is not possible to recruit the children of the scholar clan, nor can the children of the rich family. And if you find the children of local farmers, hunters, and craftsmen, it will be fine for a year or two, but over time, the self-consciousness generated by having knowledge will conflict in real life.

And this kind of conflict is based on the vastly different strengths of the two strata.

Then, some people may fight, but more often, I am afraid that in order to obtain equal strength, they will turn to the imperial court and obtain the power given by the state from the imperial examination to enhance their right to speak.

Endless loop.

"Branch students, there are no Tu people."

Zhang De's answer was very simple, but Cao Xian was a little surprised, obviously, this answer was very grotesque, if you don't use people from Ezhou, where did you come from?

After a while, Zhang De seemed to be a little hesitant, but he still lowered his voice and said something that shocked Cao Xian, a ninety-five-year-old old Jianghu.

"Don't hide it from the old-timers, it is still possible to decide the life and death of millions of people with a certain word."

I don't know if the emperor can really ambush millions of corpses when he is angry, but if a powerful capitalist wants to ambush millions of corpses, it is very simple, close the mine, then cut off the grain, and then leave...... Next, it is to stage a cannibalistic drama. Millions of lives are just a matter of a blink of an eye, and there may not even be any sense of cruelty for the mastermind who operates this thing.

Because the distance is too far.

The source of the branch students in Linzhangshan is from the internal adjustment of the China Resources Department, which is also very cruel to say. But for those slaves and slaves who want to get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible, this is nothing. But these slaves were not so good for Zhang De, and the only ones who would really become students of the branch would be the children and grandchildren of landless peasants in Hedong and Hebei, the children of Jiangnan weavers, and the descendants of Denglai shipwrights and sailors......

If there is a descendant of slave laborers, then his father must also be a soldier who can't control the crotch.

Khitan, Turkic, and Turkic slaves, Zhang De gave them hope, but there was no such thing as "knowledge" in this hope.

Cao Xianliang didn't speak for a long time, looking at Zhang De's eyes was extremely complicated, probably never thought that there would be such a monster in this world.

The complicated mood was swept away after a few days.

On that day, the catkins outside Jiangxia City were flying, and the spring flood came as promised, but because of the new construction of the river embankment, there was no water flooding Erzhou in the end, but it just roared and went downstream.

The flood rushed downstream, but Cao Xian happily brought a six-year-old boy and said to Zhang De: "This is the old man's new disciple." Dalang, come and meet the outsider. ”

"Li Shan has seen Zhang Shuibu."

“……”

Ouch, didn't you say before that you would have Lu Qi? Why in the blink of an eye, what has been said should be a fart.