Liu Jian's expression was stable, but his heart was a little confused...

Is it wrong?

There was an indelible question in his mind.

If it were Liu Jian thirty years ago, he might not have had this question. He would even jump out and accuse Wang Shouren with righteousness.

But now... after experiencing the ups and downs of officialdom and seeing so many things, deep in his heart, do not know that the Analects of Confucius are useless.

But……

Naturally, he could not learn from Wu Shizhong. After all, he was a decent person and the first-class chief minister of the Ming Dynasty.

So he was speechless, but the seed of doubt cast by Wang Shouren deep in his heart was deeply rooted in his heart.

Just as he was about to get into the sedan chair, Liu Jie suddenly said, "Father..."

"Hmm?" Liu Jian sat in the sedan chair and did not knock down the curtain, but looked at Liu Jie.

Liu Jie said: "I read the book of encouragement to farming in the past and felt it was very reasonable, but today I heard Mr. Wang read it, it was ridiculous."

"Oh." Liu Jian responded lightly, but his heart was sour. If he hadn't been concerned about the image of a kind father and a minister, Liu Jian really wanted to give this incompetent son a big shot.

Can you discuss the book of urging farmers?

"I was exhausted after farming today..." Liu Jie was silent for a moment and talked about his feelings: "Although I was exhausted, I now feel very fulfilled, as if I was no longer as useless as before."

"Studying at home is also useless?" Liu Jian frowned and said sternly.

Liu Jie thought for a while and said, "Reading is useful, but as he reads a lot, he becomes more and more confused. Did his father see that Zhu Xiucai? Zhu Xiucai repeatedly answered Mr. Wang's questions, but repeatedly pointed to the key points. It is really admirable. He is young and has such insights, and his son is not as good as him."

"..." Liu Jian's face was a little unpleasant: "He thought he had only read one Analects of Confucius."

"Will Zhao Pu become a virtuous prime minister with half of the Analects of Confucius?" Liu Jie showed a little ashamed on his face and said, "What my son means is that his son is at his forty years old and has not achieved fame and fortune. He still has no juren. He is really ashamed of his ancestors and his father. His son has read many books in his study, but the more he reads, he is even worse than a young scholar, and he feels more ashamed."

"Here, my son learned to farm. After a day, he realized that this farming had such great knowledge. My son admired Mr. Wang very much, and admired Mr. Wang's mentor even more. Of course, my son was stupid and didn't know whether what they said was right or wrong. But since my son did nothing, he might as well learn more with them..."

Liu Jie's expression was very serious, he took it seriously.

He felt that today was fulfilling. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he felt that it was better than sitting in his study all day long.

He didn't know whether Mr. Wang's reason was right, maybe because he was stupid in his qualifications.

But what does this matter?

After today, he had a new consciousness in his heart. He leaned over to do something, even if it was just a small matter, it was better than being locked in his study.

He only won one scholar, but because of a father like Liu Jian, he was under his halo for the rest of his life. This kind of pressure is not something ordinary people can imagine.

Therefore, he looked at his father without saying a word, with hope in his eyes.

Liu Jian felt at this moment that his son was grabbing my clothes, then he opened his bow left and right, swinging his hands to sing wildly.

The face... hurts a lot.

But Liu Jian's temperament was used to the collapse of Mount Tai and his expression remained unchanged. He just said lightly: "Oh, since this comes from your true heart, then being a father cannot stop you."

"Thank you, father." Liu Jie was ecstatic.

"But..." Liu Jian was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "You must remember one thing."

Liu Jie was happy and said with a smile on his face: "I don't know what else my father has to teach..."

Seeing his son's joyful look, Liu Jian sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Don't tell others outside, your father is your father. Even if you recognize him, you must refuse to accept him."

Liu Jie had no objection and nodded very realistically, "I understand, my son."

Liu Jian then pulled down the curtain.

Sitting in the sedan chair, he couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, the court appointed Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism as a must-have for the imperial examination. Otherwise, scholars in the world would be afraid of being in chaos.

That boy Fang Jifan was really afraid that the world would not be in chaos. He would not know how big a storm would cause when he launched Wang Shouren.

My son... is not good at it.

…………

At this time, Fang Jifan yawned.

Someone scolds himself?

In fact, Fang Jifan was not lazy. He also wanted to go to Xishan to see his cute potatoes. The effect of this potato is much stronger than that of sweet potatoes. It not only produces higher, but also is more suitable as a staple food.

What’s even more terrifying is that the growth cycle of potatoes is short. With the same yield per mu, potatoes can cook at least twice a year. No matter how magical the sweet potatoes are, they are no match for potatoes.

But... Wang Shouren went to give lectures today, and Fang Jifan was unwilling to join in the fun.

Although for Wang Shouren, he was his teacher, it was because of his own guidance that he understood the truth.

But in fact, Fang Jifan didn't think so. Wang Shouren was like an active volcano, and the huge power contained in it was ready to erupt at any time. Such a person only needed to have some variable in his life trajectory, and his thoughts would naturally gradually begin to take shape.

Fang Jifan is just this variable.

Although he claims to be a human being for two lifetimes, he seems to see further than the ancients, but in terms of theoretical level, Fang Jifan is far behind Wang Shouren.

As for the many thoughts in his previous life, not to mention Fang Jifan, he only had a slight understanding of them, but even if he was really proficient and his theory was too advanced, it might bring greater harm to society.

How did Wang Mang’s new system end? This is a lesson from the past.

Theoretically speaking, the content of Wang Mang's new system was considered advanced when it was placed in the Ming Dynasty.

Fang Jifan is a moral person, and there is no doubt about this. Even if thousands of people deny it, Fang Jifan himself knew that he and Wang Xue were just as thoughtful as he was. No matter what unethical things he did, he at least had a conscience in his heart and adhered to the bottom line of his morality.

Therefore, he was unwilling to join in the fun, so that those scholars who came to ask for advice would see him and believe that Wang Shouren's thoughts were completely given to him.

This honor should belong to Wang Shouren, so he should naturally let him shine.

Fang Jifan had already made up his mind that he would not mention the unity of knowledge and action in his life. Humph, let you see what three views are and what Teacher Fang is both virtue and art.

The only thing that made Fang Jifan nervous was His Royal Highness.

Although Fang Jifan suggested that the Crown Prince beside him, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. If the Crown Prince learns with Wang Shouren, would it be... a bad thing?

This Xiao Zhu is indeed not reliable, but he is eager to change the emperor's impression.

Well, now that things have come to this point, I don’t care about it, I’ll mess it up... It’s said that it was Liu Jin’s instigation. Anyway, Liu Jin is used to taking the blame for the prince. Moreover, the lost guys below are no different from living or dead. As a dead eunuch, even if they die for the prince, it’s worth it.

…………

The next morning, when the morning light first came out, Zhu Houzhao was excitedly wearing a Lun scarf, wearing a Confucian shirt, and preparing to rush to the west.

Mr. Wang has been off for three days, and today is the second day. Such a great learning opportunity cannot be missed. It is said that today is going to mining.

Zhu Houzhao was very excited. In his opinion, compared with other scholars, with his strong physique, those people were simply not able to fight. Yesterday, he received Mr. Wang's praise from the farming industry, saying that he had turned more land, twice as much as other scholars.

This is his strength.

Of course, confidence is very important. He is praised by Mr. Wang every day. Xiao Zhu Xiucai is now the best among scholars and feels very accomplished.

He took Liu Jin and Liu Jin, and had already arranged dozens of open and secret whistles, mainly for protection along the way. When he arrived at Xishan, his defense could be relaxed. After all, the full name of that place was the Yulinwei Military Farm Thousand Households. In short, it was also stationed in the imperial guards.

Zhu Houzhao held his hands behind his back and urged Liu Jin. Liu Jin trotted forward and said with a smile: "Your Highness, where can you leave before you can have some breakfast..."

"No." Zhu Houzhao shook his head and said, "The world's delicious food is not as good as steamed cakes. Compared with steamed cakes, other foods have no appetite, hurry up!"

"..." Liu Jin felt incredible. When he entered the palace, he really couldn't eat the steamed cakes that were difficult to swallow at home. He thought that eating steamed cakes for the rest of his life would make a living, so he might as well cut them clean, at least he had white rice.

Zhu Houzhao has already turned over and has a horse.

But at this moment, someone hurried over and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Zhu Houzhao rode on the horse and looked back and found that it was Yang Tinghe, the secretary of the warrior, and Wang Hua, the young secretary of the warrior.

The two of them came together, with deep concern.

Although it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, as the chief and deputy attendant of the Eastern Palace, it was impossible to rest.

Yesterday, they waited in Minglun Hall for a whole day, but they didn't see the prince coming to study. Today they were so worried that the prince would not come on his own initiative, so they would block him.

"Oh, the two masters are happy." Zhu Houzhao looked at the two masters with a smile.

Yang Tinghe said seriously: "Why don't Your Highness come to study? Although Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the prince is the future crown prince. Only by studying can you understand the truth. If you don't learn, you will be incompetent. Your Highness must not be tempted."

Zhu Houzhao sat on the horse and thought for a while, "The knowledge of this palace is already very profound. Even Mr. Wang said that this palace is very comparable to that of ordinary scholars. He has already understood the principles of saints, so what else can I learn?"

Yang Tinghe originally had a barely smile, but after all, he was facing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He was the king and he was the minister.

"Which Mr. Wang..."

Zhu Houzhao sat on a tall horse, looked down at the two masters, and blurted out without hesitation: "Mr. Wang Shouren..."
Chapter completed!