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The cold is the biggest opponent from the south.

Fang Yizhi clasped his hands in his sleeves, and the front of his mouth and nose breathed hot air rhythmically.

When the snow stopped, some of the young scholars who were nestled in the house came out, and a few active scholars rubbed a few snowballs and threw them around. Inside, the red flames jumped over the stove, and the stove was crowded with people.

In this kind of weather, don't ask these young children to read and write.

The wind and snow are blowing, the ground is slippery, and the newly appointed Shuncheon Fu Yin is still busy gathering laborers to dig coal in Xishan. Because of the war that lasted for more than half a year this year, the heavy snow came early, and countless dignitaries poured into Beijing, causing the price of coal in Beijing to skyrocket.

It seems that the household department has forgotten to allocate money to the college, so the students of the college can only buy cheap firewood for heating.

This was originally the place where the Ming Kingdom Prison was located, covering a huge area, Fang Yizhi brought four hundred people to live in two months ago, and it still seemed empty. They just lived in the Guozijian, but Fang Yizhi didn't want to turn the academy into the Guozijian, so he didn't take the initiative to ask the household department for money.

After taking someone's money, it is inevitable that you will think more about it when you do things or speak. A long time ago, Fang Yizhi looked down on Guozijian very much. At that time, there were countless scholars in the Guozi Prison who were waiting for death, and if the opportunity was good, one of them might wait for a vacancy, and if the opportunity was not good, the family spent money to support them. Of course, most of them are not short of money, and most of the people in the country are paid to come in.

At the beginning of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the emperor was very busy, Zhongshu Province was very short of money, and the academy seemed to be forgotten after being forcibly relocated to Beijing.

Fang Yizhi saw that the young man was noisy, he walked forward along the corridor, and there was a bluestone paved path on the right hand side of more than a hundred steps, but it was now covered with snow.

He hesitated slightly, and the clogs stepped on the thick snow.

It was quiet here, no one dared to come and frolic, the clogs were flat on the pure snow and left a row of footprints, Fang Yizhi stopped in front of an old wing room door and stretched out his hand

"Tuk Tuk"

A hoarse voice came from inside: "The door is not bolted"

Fang Yizhi pushed open the door, a pair of dark eyes stared at him, and the angry eyes seemed to push him out of the door.

"Taichong," Fang Yizhi smiled, and he stomped his feet at the door and spilled the snow on the soles of his feet before entering the door. Closing the door with his hand, he walked to the stool next to Huang Zongxi and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't look at people with this kind of eyes, thinking that the whole world is your enemy." ”

"You don't care" Huang Zongxi put down the brush and moved the stack of manuscripts in his right hand to the left-hand side.

"Mingyi Waiting for Interviews"" Fang Yizhi softly read out the five big characters on the cover of the completed manuscript, "You are the only one in the world who dares to write such a book"

Huang Zongxi sneered: "What's the use of that?"

Fang Yizhi's face smiled even more, and said: "No one cares about your anger, no one reads your books, I can't think of anything else that can support you to work hard in such a cold day." ”

Huang Zongxi put his hands on his knees, and the backs of his hands were swollen like steamed buns. Until spring arrives, chilblains will stay with him.

"No one reads it now, it doesn't mean that no one will read it in the future, I'm afraid that if I don't finish writing this book soon, the regent will kill me" Huang Zongxi's expression of anger was that a child who was robbed of a lollipop was thrown in a corner where no one noticed.

"It's not the regent, it's Your Majesty," Fang Yizhi corrected seriously.

"Your Majesty, hehe," Huang Zongxi mocked: "Yes, he is Your Majesty"

Fang Yizhi pointed to the manuscript and said: "You said that you want to set up a prime minister to divide the power of the monarch, you said that industry and commerce are all fundamental, and the great changes in the government of Your Majesty's primary throne are all in line with your views, is the Zhu family necessarily stronger than the Zhai family?" ”

He looked at Huang Zongxi, whose face was flushed, with a smile. They are friends, so I know that although the person next to me is rich and rich, he actually looks like a stubborn boy in his teens.

If Huang Zongxi really didn't agree with Zhai Zhe from the bottom of his heart, he wouldn't have come to Beijing. He was not a student of Suzhou Academy, and the Holy Decree only said that the students of the Academy were forcibly relocated to old Beijing.

Huang Zongxi puffed out his mouth and thought, even in front of the closest people, he would not admit defeat in his mouth.

Fang Yizhi didn't give him a chance to fight back, and continued: "Since you know the harm of the old dynasty, you should know that it is impossible for the Zhu family to eliminate the faults you said, except for Your Majesty, who is chasing your manuscript to read?" Not to mention anything else, you are arguing so fiercely with Donglin Su Lao in Jiangnan, if you want to abolish the eight shares, except for Your Majesty, who will have the courage to do such a groundbreaking thing? ”

Huang Zongxi licked his slightly purple lips, and said stiffly: "If he does it, he will be considered to have done it." ”

"I'll make a bet with you," Fang Yizhi spread the five fingers of his right hand in front of his chest, "In less than five years, the imperial court will abolish the eight shares and replace them with the learning that has been applied to the world." ”

Huang Zongxi turned his head, his gaze fell on the gray-white window paper, the outside was snowy, and it was still white through the window paper, and the noise of the young man in the distance came softly.

Fang Yizhi came to stab him today, he couldn't help it, and sneered: "In your eyes, Your Majesty is so good, and he is not a king who only knows how to exploit the people of the world. For the world's great evil, you are just the king"

"For the great harm of the world, you are just that" Fang Yizhi repeated softly, he couldn't say such a thing, so he admired this friend very much.

Spit out the resentment in his heart, Huang Zongxi was still unsatisfied, and then said: "I just ascended the throne, I was busy auctioning mines and increasing commercial taxes, and I don't know what to boast about sympathetic to the people." ”

There was a gradual smell of gunpowder between the two of them.

"Your Majesty needs money to do things, do you want Your Majesty to shrink in this city of Beijing, wait until a certain year, Mongolia or Jurchen prosper, and then enter the Great Wall?"

"Yes, you hope that Your Majesty will conquer the Quartet like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty back then, and spend all the savings of the Wenjing and Jing dynasties, but let the people not have enough food and clothing, and rise up?"

The two best friends face each other, one pair of slender eyes against a pair of round eyes, and they puff out their mouths like two aggressive cocks.

Fang Yizhi knew that Huang Zongxi still cared about the government very much, otherwise it would not have been possible to know so quickly that the imperial court was going to increase business taxes and sell mines. In the end, he conceded defeat first, he chuckled, turned his head and rubbed his cold hands: "What are we arguing about here?" It seems that we are the princes of the court? ”

Huang Zongxi pursued very untimely: "You originally had a chance, do you regret it now?" "He really can't speak, so he doesn't have many friends.

"Regrets?" Fang Yizhi shook his head lightly, "I want you to ask you to come out and help me, don't just write a book in the room."

The fierce confrontation with Huang Zongxi just now made him unhappy about what he was going to say.

What kind of emperor is a good emperor?

He sat in the academy, his heart was in the world, and he only hoped that the emperor would be a pioneering monarch like the Han Wu and Tang Sects. But the Han Wu made the rich Han people become homeless, and Tang Zong laid the introduction to the division of the Tang Dynasty.

Although Huang Zongxi is pedantic, he has a long-term vision, and few in the world can compare.

"For the people of the world, the best days are when there is no war."