If you ask Chen Ping which school of Confucianism he likes the most, he can only say that it is really difficult for him, Fat Tiger, ah no, it is difficult for him, Chen Ping.
Since the development of Confucianism, it has long evolved into a tool to serve the rulers and stabilize the country.
If you really have to choose, choosing a general from among the dwarves can only be done by learning from the heart.
After all, Xinxue was an idea proposed by Wang Yangming in the mid-Ming Dynasty. It improved and innovated on the many shortcomings of Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, and launched a theory adapted to the times to support the Ming Dynasty's top-down reform from the inside out.
However, the reform that Wang Yangming expected did not appear. Chen Ping felt that it was not impossible to move to Dayu.
Of course, it is impossible to copy them all, and it does not mean that the environment in the middle period is different from that in the middle period of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Dayu's situation is also different from that in the Southern Song Dynasty. Even if he really wanted to move, his brain was not strong enough, and he could not remember everything at all.
Therefore, the thoughts and directions described by Chen Ping are just a new set of studies that combine psychology and Neo-Confucianism, and were blended by himself.
Leaving aside the future, it seems that he can still convince the world with this rhetoric, at least in Qianzhou.
Since Hu Lianghai, no one came to disturb the Taoist lectures that day. Chen Ping didn't think Hu Lianghai was the only one here. He thought it might be because his explanation of the sentence "No one is a sage" made them stop asking for advice.< /p>
But even if someone after Hu Lianghai wins the argument with Chen Ping, his goal has been achieved.
The next morning.
When thousands of scholars came to listen to the class again, they suddenly received the news that Chen Ping was temporarily on strike. For a moment, these scholars were like a group of headless flies at a loss.
"Are you going back to your hometown? No more lectures?"
Chen Ping nodded to the dean, with a haggard smile. Although he was very energetic when teaching, he was not an iron man. After these days of intense lectures, his mind was empty and his body was almost unable to bear it.
What's more, I didn't come back to Qianzhou to give lectures. This was an unexpected incident and was unintentional.
"Go back to Yongshun County, go back to Qingsong Town, go back... go back to Nanxi Village."
Chen Ping recited these place names, and a familiar feeling came to his heart. The previous memories seemed to be vivid in his mind, which he could not forget for a long time, especially the teachings of his mentor.
Dean Cheng hummed to express his understanding, then raised his hands and sighed: "I am ill, and I am also busy with the affairs of the academy, so I won't accompany you to worship Brother Ye. Please give me a message."
"Student, thank you sir for your many years of teaching."
"Haha, Brother Ye and I just gave you a push. You can get to where you are today all by yourself. Don't belittle yourself. Go ahead."
Chen Ping bowed his head and his eyes were full of clarity. These days of lectures not only benefited the people who came to listen a lot, but also the person who gave the lecture.
"Finally down the mountain? Oops, my ears are almost ringing with noise these days. I didn't realize you were such a nagging kid."
Xie Zhiyuan's voice was still so bohemian, but Chen Ping sounded more cordial at the moment.
From the moment he set foot on the land of Qianzhou and entered the Jiangxia Academy, he felt nostalgic about the past. He remembered every bit of the past, felt the passing of his master, and cherished the old classmates around him.
Just because this is a time when partings are frequent and they are parting forever, and it is difficult to see each other again in this life.
"Hey, hey, why do you look at me so weirdly? Don't tell me you like Brother Rabbit, come on!"
Glancing at Chen Ping's slightly strange eyes, Xie Zhiyuan shuddered and cursed.
Chen Ping laughed out loud, which was enough to tease Senior Brother Xie!
"Senior Brother, let's go, go find Senior Brother He first!"
Chen Ping walked quickly, his happy voice echoing in the mountains and forests.
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Sanjiang Prefecture, Qianzhou.
This is the most prosperous area in the entire Qianzhou, and naturally it is also the seat of Qianzhou.
In a hidden manor outside Sanjiangfu City, the sound of tinkling knocking can be heard endlessly.
"Sir, the formula of this gunpowder is always not precise enough. It either burns too fast or goes out easily..."
"It's still about the formula. The formula Chen Ping gave you should be just a rough idea, but the quality should be enough now. Let's focus on using gunpowder."
He Qingxuan scratched his head, always feeling awkward for not studying the formula well, but his husband's words did make sense, so he could only put down the gunpowder on hand with some nostalgia, and turned around to start drawing the drawings for applying gunpowder.
Beside him, Zhao Wenhe couldn't help but sigh as he watched this once dashing scholar working hard without caring about his image.
Not long after Chen Ping left Qianzhou, He Qingxuan came to him and said that he needed to ask some questions. Zhao Wenhe thought it was about economics and history, but he didn't expect it to be about engineering and weapons.
Naturally, I was shocked at first, shocked that He Qingxuan was willing to do such a thing, and shocked that Chen Ping still hid such a secret.
After that, he made up his mind to help He Qingxuan. At that time, Dayu was at war with the northern barbarians. Zhao Wenhe was bent on making some contribution to the country, even if it meant just one less person died.
It's just that the research and development of gunpowder is not that easy. In such a long time, they have only perfected the formula and storage of gunpowder, and there has not been much progress in the application of gunpowder.
"Senior Brother He! Senior Brother He!"
Just as Zhao Wenhe was thinking about how to speed up and He Qingxuan was working hard on the drawings, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded outside.
He Qingxuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief. He turned to Zhao Wenhe and said: "Sir, is it Chen Ping?!"
Zhao Wenhe was also stunned for a while, and then thought that Chen Ping should have finished his imperial examination now, and should stay in the capital to wait for the appointment of the District Imperial Academy. Why did he come back to Qianzhou?
"Hey, I think He Qing's election of you is too ill-informed, isn't it? Chen Ping has been back to Qianzhou for several days, and you are still working here?"
The voice that followed Chen Ping made He Qingxuan shrink back. He still remembered Xie Zhiyuan's arrogant and domineering appearance.
"Why did Chen Ping bring him back?"
Although He Qingxuan muttered and complained, his legs and feet walked forward sincerely.
"Senior Brother He, are you okay?"
When He Qingxuan saw Chen Ping again, he only saw him wearing a silk t-shirt and a square scarf on his head. Although he was dressed normally, Chen Ping looked particularly Confucian when he wore it.
He Qingxuan showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time. After slightly cupping his hands, He Qingxuan was about to hook up with Chen Ping and reminisce about old friendships. He suddenly found that his body was dirty and his hands were black, and he couldn't help but feel a little shy.
"Goodbye, hello, hello, Chen Ping, have you won the top prize?"
"Tch! What's so great about being the top pick!"
He Qingxuan glanced at Xie Zhiyuan and said in surprise: "Really hit?!"
But after being surprised, he felt relieved again. Yes, considering Junior Brother Chen's talent and knowledge, it is not unusual for him to win the first prize.
"Congratulations, junior brother, for winning the first prize... Senior brother, I have no hope in this life. Hey, if you don't say this, come here and take a look at the gunpowder!"
He Qingxuan's face was a little complicated, but his smile soon appeared again, and Chen Ping and Xie Zhiyuan led the way inside.
"Gunpowder? What gunpowder?"
Xie Zhiyuan's face was full of doubts, and he quickly caught up with Chen Ping: "Damn! You kid is hiding something from me again!"
Chen Ping raised his hand to block Xie Zhiyuan's spit, and replied with a smile: "How could such a thing happen? I just mentioned it to Senior Brother He, and I didn't think he could do anything about it, right Senior Brother He? ?"
He Qingxuan smiled and smoothed things over for Chen Ping.
"Yes!"
Xie Zhiyuan looked at the two guys who were making fools of themselves and felt like they were fools, so he followed them while holding back his anger.