"Confucianism has developed so far, and it is indeed a little simple. It is nothing more than the Three Principles and Five Constants, if you want to trace back to pre-Qin Confucianism, this amount of energy cannot be completed overnight. ”

Yang Fan nodded and said, "Always give it a try." Ten years of trees and a hundred years of people, this generation can't be completed, the next generation continues, the next generation can't, and then the next generation. In order for Confucianism to develop, it cannot be confined to rules and regulations. He understands the righteousness and hopes to teach by example. ”

Zhang Chi pondered for a long time and said, "But have you thought about it, it's just your wish." What do the people above think? You say that the residual poison of the craft is deep, but others don't think so. If you want to go to the official career, you have to learn the art of making. That's something you can't change. ”

Yang Fan slowly walked to the window, looked north, and muttered, "Yes." Everything will be fine. ”

……

……

Before sunset, the carriage slowly drove out of the city to Yang Fan's manor.

A few of them smiled, and in the future, a few of them will live in the village. If you are not used to it, you can also arrange a few inns for a few gentlemen in Jinling City. Yang Fan said with a smile.

Zhang Qing stepped out of the carriage, looked at the open manor, and the mansion on the side, and said with satisfaction: "Don't bother, it's good here." It would be even better if you could get a few points of land and grow vegetables. ”

"How many of you can still grow vegetables?"

"What? Are we really weak scholars who are powerless? There is no division between grains and grains, and the four bodies are not diligent, what is a Confucian scholar? I just heard you say that you need to open a course of agriculture, so that these students can also understand some common sense of agriculture, right? It's better to teach it to us. ”

Yang Fan was overjoyed and said, "That ......"

"I'm sorry about that. A few old Confucian scholars are tired enough to teach some scriptures, how can they still be allowed to teach agriculture. "Two old men came at sunset. The pace was brisk, Yang Fan glanced at it, "Bu Lao Dao? ”

"Lao Dao has found an old farmer who is good at farming for you, and it is most suitable for him to take over as your Mr. Agronomy of the Academy." Yang Fan noticed that the old man beside Bu Lao Dao had a kind face. Smiling. However, in a short moment of looking at each other, he quickly looked away in panic. The depth was unfathomable, and he felt that his eyes were cold, and the twin flames in the dantian jumped a little. Silence fell again.

He swallowed his saliva, didn't dare to look at the old man, and said, "Where did this Taoist master come from?" ”

"At the end of the next summer, an old farmer in the field had read for a few years. It's not a problem to come and teach some farming. ”

Scholars, there are a lot of stinky tempers, a lot of arrogance, three idiots are cold and arrogant, these three Zhang Lao are no better, and asked: "After reading for a few years, you dare to teach students, it is really bold, starving to death the timid." ”

Bu Laodao and Xia Moshu didn't talk back, and the ages of the two combined. Just the three of them, even Zhu Qi didn't dare to be so presumptuous in front of Bu Laodao.

"That's it. Yang Fan, where is it for the two of us? Oh, I forgot, I haven't said hello to you yet. In this way, I picked the old way myself. Brother Xia, let's go in first. ”

As soon as he took two steps, the white-shirted and suave Zhu Qi also walked out of the manor, passed by Bu Laodao, and suddenly stopped. He looked back at the camel on the side of Bu Laodao. This back...... How does déjà vu feel? People who have cultivation can sense the breath of the other party, which is limited to similar cultivation, like Bu Lao Dao. At once, he could feel that Zhu Qi's cultivation was wandering in the innate middle realm, but Zhu Qi couldn't feel the breath of Bu Lao Dao, and similarly, he couldn't even feel the breath of the old peasant. Then there are only two possibilities, one is that he is indeed an ordinary old man, and the other is possible. His cultivation is also higher than his own.

Who is it? He sifted through his mind for a long time, but he couldn't find the name of the old zombie.

Yang Fan looked at Zhu Qi and said, "Let me introduce to you, these three are ......"

Zhu Qi glanced at it and said, "No need to introduce." Wanli Sanzhang, all of them are still alive, which is good. With them in charge of the academy, the old man was also relieved. It's much better than the waste raised in the palace. I'm here to tell you something, I and the children of that clan are going to stay here, and I've already found a room. Also, when the academy opens, the child will also enter the academy. In addition to judging cases and agriculture do not have to be studied, other astronomy and geography, gewu and military affairs must be studied, you can arrange it. That's it. ”

After Zhu Qi finished explaining, he hurriedly turned back, muttering, "It's strange, who could it be." ”

Yang Fan suddenly felt that this manor didn't look like it was bought for himself. These old men who rely on the old and sell the old don't take themselves in their eyes at all, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a nursing home......

Zhang Qing also seemed to feel this, and sneered: "Was this manor bought by Yang Xiaoyou?" How do you feel that any cat or dog can yell and point fingers at you? ”

Yang Fan smiled embarrassedly, please, a few of you want to see what kind of cats and dogs they are, one is the sect's order, even Zhu Youzhen has to be called the emperor's uncle, the other is his own cheap master, the old Taoist priest with transcendent strength, is an old Jianghu. Such cats and dogs really can't be provoked. But he didn't talk to Sanzhang in detail, but said vaguely: "I'm a more easy-going person, more easy-going......"

The software and hardware of the Buqi Academy were almost done, and on the second day, before the news of accepting students was announced, the first carriage was already waiting at the gate of the Buqi Academy. Fang Qiyun, the third son of Fang Qiyun, the right Shaoqing of Dali Temple, rushed for several days and nights, and finally arrived in front of the gate of Buqi Academy. He is a concubine, he has no status in his own family at all, his father is afraid of guilt, and he usually doesn't dare to say a word even if his mother is the eldest mother's family law, but this time, despite the opposition of his family, he was sent to Jinling, ready to worship in the Buqi Academy.

Yang Fan, who was sitting in the small pavilion at the back of the study building, finished reading Fang Qiyun's letter and sent a box of books.

Yang Fan glanced at the small house that was only ** years old, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

The old housekeeper on the side just wanted to say: "Mr. Yang, my son-in-law ......"

"Did I ask you?" Yang Fan raised his head, glanced at the old butler, and said, "If you still want your son-in-law to stay in the academy, you will disappear from my eyes immediately." ”

The old housekeeper hurriedly left, leaving only one person in the small pavilion.

"I ...... I'm here to read......"

Yang Fan leaned back in his chair and said, "Reading? Jingshi has an official school. If you don't come to the academy because you want to study, you can go back. Where you came from and where you are going. (To be continued.) )