Zheng Changsheng disagreed with people's praise of Peace Tao.

If you say nothing, you are tired of talking about nothing. Even if you say something, it is better to do something practical and do something that is beneficial to the people.

"The old master is indeed familiar with Confucian classics. The boy is ashamed of himself.

Over the years, although the boy has always been concerned about Confucian classics, he has not been as thorough as you always understand them.”

Well, as soon as Zheng Changsheng said this, the audience was in an uproar!

Especially Lao Zhu, who was hiding behind the gauze curtain, had his beard sticking out. What was Zheng Yunong going to do?

It's just the beginning, and there's not a round yet, so I just gave in.

This is obviously not the way this kid acts.

Just when Lao Zhu was depressed, a slutty voice came: "Grandpa Emperor, grandson guessed that there must be a backup plan behind Zheng Jianyuan, and there is a way to counter Master Deng."

Old Zhu immediately changed his face as he heard the little breasts.

He hugged the little guy who was talking in his arms with a spring breeze: "Well, Yunwen said it well, Grandpa Huang thought so too. Zheng Yunong, the little fox, is treacherous. I'm afraid that when his countermeasures come, it's Deng Tao's turn to laugh."

"Grandpa Emperor, look, Zheng Jianyuan laughed so sinister!"

Lao Zhu saw Zheng Changsheng through the gauze curtain, and his heart was shocked.

Don't be angry with this guy!

You should know that Deng Tao is one of the only remaining figures among the best literati in our dynasty and is very respected.

There are countless disciples under his sect, and it can be said that they are full of students all over the world. If Deng Tao is offended to death, it will probably not be so easy for Zheng Yunong to gain a foothold in the court in the future.

Everyone will wear you and make trouble for you. No matter what you want to do, you will not be able to accomplish anything.

Lao Zhu knows the petty wise men of these literati very well. If he hates you, he will be full of compliments and smiles on his face, but in a blink of an eye, he will stumbling behind you. What can’t be done?

The writing of a literati is a knife that kills people without blood!

He couldn't help but worry about Zheng Changsheng.

Zheng Changsheng is the talent he focuses on cultivating. At present, it is because of his age that he cannot be ranked in the court. However, once the right time comes, he is ready to reuse it.

Such a pillar of the Ming Dynasty would be worthy of being destroyed by villains.

Xiaoqi really cried out. Could it be that the young master's brain was kicked by a donkey?

Before this could be done, I gave in. That was five thousand taels of silver, and it was wasted.

Zhu Xiaosi handed a handkerchief: "Sister Qi, it's just five thousand taels of silver. Your family won't be short of this little money. Judging from your grief, you're so petty."

Xiaoqi grabbed the handkerchief, wiped the tears, and glared at Zhu Xiaosi angrily: "Friendship is not the money of the family, of course you don't feel sorry for it."

The young master is also real. Even if he throws it into the water and hears a sound, it is better than throwing it away in vain!"

Zhu Xiaosi knew Xiaoqi's temper very well. Even though he was criticized, he dared not speak out, which was worth swallowing his anger.

However, he looked at the gambling ticket in his hand and couldn't help but feel proud: "Hey, it's three times faster than five hundred taels, and it's 1,500 taels in an instant.

I have money for wedding wine. I have to buy Zuixian wine, the best and most sweet Zuixian wine.”

Xiaoqi felt even more uncomfortable, and he felt depressed from head to toe.

Xiaoqi, who really couldn't stand Zhu Xiaosi, raised his foot and stepped on Zhu Xiaosi's toes hard, stood up and crushed it.

Oh! Zhu Xiaosi was proud and suddenly attacked. He was sweating coldly in pain.

If he wasn't worried, he would disturb his father by roaring. He really wanted to cry and howl.

It hurts so much

Isn’t it because I use money to stimulate Xiaoqi? Isn’t this a light in the thatched cottage seeking death?

Zheng Changsheng looked at the itchy Lu Boyi and his group of great scholars, and bowed slightly: "However, what the boy wants to say is that although Mr. Deng's articles are brilliant, he quotes classics and cited the classics and the words are brilliant.

But how will this help the poor people's livelihood and the poor and weak Ming Dynasty's finances?"

Silence, scary silence.

In the quiet Yuhua Academy Square, you can hear even a needle falling off.

Deng Tao's smile froze on his face, and Lu Boyi's hand stroking his beard was hanging in the air, and he didn't hear any movement for a long time.

Even Lao Zhu's body couldn't help but shake and subconsciously sat upright.

Zhu Yunwen, who was three years old, lay lazily in the arms of Grandpa Huang, looking at Zheng Changsheng on the field curiously.

A pair of black big eyes were dripping around, as if he was very interested in Zheng Changsheng's words.

Yes? What is the use of the lotus for the people's lives? Although he also agrees with the Confucianism of the Old Master, it is very good for educating the people.

But as Zheng Changsheng said, it has no practical significance for people's livelihood, and has nothing to do with the treasury income.

In the final analysis, isn’t it necessary to govern the country to be rich and strong? Can a few articles and a few classic books of saints solve the problem of hunger and shortage of silver in the court?

Obviously this is not true.

He was a little skeptical about the books he learned every day. If what Zheng Changsheng said was right, then he would still read a book of luck.

Zhihuzhe was so annoyed all day long. If you take such a careful look, it seems that the science of Zhengjian Institute is more practical.

He had already made his own judgment in his young heart.

The great Confucian Zou Fen scolded: "Zheng Jianyuan, it seems that you are very conceited with your science. Since you say that I, Confucianism, can you do it if you can't do your science?

It's really ridiculous. Can you rely on your math to make my country rich and the people strong?”

Damn, Jiang is still old, Zou Fen is not stupid, he knows to refute from the side and knows to use his spear to attack his shield.

If you lose such a rhetorical question, the embarrassing situation on the scene will be temporarily alleviated.

Lu Boyi couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart. He is worthy of being a great scholar and has a quick mind. He is inferior to him in this regard.

Zheng Changsheng sorted out his clothes and smiled slightly: "Master Zou asked well, I dare to say that. I wonder if you have heard of the water-drawing tool "pressure pump" vigorously promoted by the Ministry of Revenue, and the pulley sets that the Ministry of War has applied to the army in large quantities?"

Zou Fen nodded: "I have heard of the pulley team, and there are a few of them installed at my home, including cooking in the kitchen, maids and mothers washing clothes, and washing vegetables.

But what I asked is, what does this have to do with your science?”

Well, Lao Zhu couldn't help but feel sad for Zou Fen in his heart.

What else does it have to do?

This is what Zheng Yunong made using the science of his ancestors. What do you think can do?

When Zou Fen saw the slight rise of Zheng Changsheng's mouth, he suddenly felt something was wrong, but for a while, he couldn't figure out where the joint was. Could it be that he fell into this guy's pit?

Zou Fen became anxious
Chapter completed!