With the spring breeze, the days of the spring examination are getting closer and closer.

"I heard that Xinghe Bo's Zhixing Academy is open?"

"Well, I heard that school seems to be starting today."

"Tsk tsk! Na Xing and Bo have been hiding it tight enough that they actually released the news of Mr. Xia's teaching today."

"I heard that Zhixing Academy only has 20% of the time to teach Confucianism. Even if Mr. Xia is there, most people dare not go!"

"Really? That's really... rebellious. At that time, those students will regret it!"

Two scholars were having breakfast, eating and talking gossip. A casual man pointed to a team of people outside and said, "Is Your Highness the Grandpa going to leave the city?"

This place is close to Jubao Gate, so everyone came over to watch the fun when they heard it.

The two scholars looked at each other, and one of them had a lit up eyes, "Is Zhixing Academy your Highness's..."

Another man said regretfully: "Yes! No one thought about the role of Your Highness in it?"

Hu Guang also received the news, and he said with a sinister face: "Does Your Majesty care about the grandson's nonsense?"

Yang Rong smiled bitterly from the side, knowing that Hu Guang was alluding to Zhu Zhanji's cultivation of his own power.

Hu Guang stood up suddenly and said to himself: "No, I have to go to Your Majesty to speak and talk."

In the middle of a field, the craftsmen were building walls at this time, and the entire academy area looked very simple.

Thirty-nine students were stunned on the playground when they saw this deserted scene.

Fang Xing stood on the high platform next to the playground. When he saw Zhu Zhanji riding a horse, he nodded to Huang Zhong beside him.

"Your Highness, peace!"

The shout scared the uninformed students.

"I will be exempted from gifts in the academy from now on!"

Zhu Zhanji strode to the stage, and the other party woke up and said, "Brother Dehua, I'm late on the first day of today."

Fang Xing nodded, and the two stood on top, looking at the thirty-nine students below, Zhu Zhanji whispered: "Brother Dehua, aren't there more than fifty people?"

Fang Xing said lightly: "Twelve people were pulled away by other academies."

At this time, the students saw that the grandson had actually arrived, and their doubts had long disappeared and they were so excited that they could not help themselves.

The doubts about not being able to take the imperial examination still exist, but with Zhu Zhanji here, everyone's future will at least not be unprotected.

Most of these students are poor families. When they see the crown prince, they feel that the ancestral grave is smoking, not to mention that they are ready to speak, judging by Zhu Zhanji's attitude.

"Say a few words."

Fang Xing retreated behind and stood with his hands behind his back, but his heart was very uneasy.

The thirty-nine people below will be his first batch of experimental fields. As long as they are successful, the new learning will lay a foundation in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhanji's cliché has come to an end. Fang Xing hasn't attended such a ceremony for a long time, but he listened with relish.

"...You should encourage you to be happy to learn. Here you have knowledge you have never known, that is Fang Xue!"

Fang Xing widened his eyes, Xie Jin was also stunned behind him, and Xiucai Tian was already trying to kneel down.

In the Ming Dynasty, who dared to name his own theory with his surname? It seems that there is no one at the moment?

The students below were even more confused. If Zhu Zhanji was not the one who spoke, I guess someone would have to question him.

Fang Xue? What a big question!

Among them, Xie Jin's feelings are the most complicated. He knew that Zhu Zhanji had never communicated with Fang Xing in advance, so what does this mean?

Your Highness! You are so reckless!

Fang Xing was stunned and threw the worries aside.

Could it be that the Ming Dynasty can only have Confucianism?

Could it be that the Ming Dynasty could only rely on eight-legged essays to decide who can become an official and who can enjoy various privileges?

Zhu Zhanji had finished speaking, and he glanced at Fang Xing with some anxiety.

Fang Xing nodded at him, smiled slightly and walked to the front.

After the students below were successfully admitted, even if they were relieved, their families still used various means to get to know Fang Xing.

No one can be better than awakening at this age.

But he has been criticized for his literary affairs.

When he was young, he was called a child prodigy and was proud of his youth on the imperial examination. After Fang Hongjian was implicated in a major case, the road was cut off.

But then the uncle changed his course and began to run wildly on the road of miscellaneous learning.

In the Ming Dynasty, which was the only Confucianism, people should be rats crossing the street.

But who would have thought that this guy would confuse Zhu Zhanji with miscellaneous knowledge, and from then on, the future heir of the Ming Dynasty became his hardcore supporter.

Today, Zhu Zhanji said the word "Fang Xue" in person. Everyone present can be sure that a storm is accumulating energy.

Fang Xing looked at the students below with different expressions and said slowly: "As the chief of the mountain, I welcome everyone to Zhixing Academy."

"Knowing and doing!"

Fang Xing smiled, apologized silently in his heart, and then said, "This name contains my hope for everyone. I hope everyone can do the following three things."

Xie Jin threw away the entanglement and listened carefully.

Tian Xiucai blinked and looked at Fang Xing's back, muttering in his heart.

"The first is to be a prophet and then act. I don't want everyone to become a ignorant and fearless person! The second is to be aware and act while learning and using it. This is the correct way to study!"

Everyone present was thinking about these two sentences, remembering that many civil servants only knew about articles and poems and knew nothing about people's livelihood.

The key is that these civil servants do not understand the ways of herders at all, and only know how to find answers from the teachings of those saints. As a result, one out of ten can be sharpened, it would be good if it was good.

But the people should be the whetstone for your civil servants and test fields?

But learning and applying it will make the meaning of this sentence profound.

Xie Jin's expression was a little entangled, and he could hear the meaning.

Can you use Confucianism after you learn it?

No?

At most, he can only be used to whisper the saint, breaking apart a saint's words into a debate, but he probably doesn't know whether the saint has these meanings when he says this sentence himself.

Tian Xiucai was already sweating profusely. He was a child of a farmer family. He had reached today with the support of his father and brother.

But Fang Xing's words pointed directly at the pain points of Confucianism, which made him very confused.

I should stand up bravely and argue with him!

Tian Xiucai, the vested interest in Confucianism, was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and Fang Xing continued to elaborate on his academic thoughts.

"The third is to know and do it!"

Fang Xing's speech was not fast, but his pronunciation was clear and his voice was clear.

"I know and do what I want. I don't expect everyone to be Wenshan Gong. But here I encourage everyone to know and do what I want, and even to integrate knowledge and action..."

Seeing that everyone was confused, only Xie Jin and others showed surprise, Fang Xing sighed lightly, feeling that it was really correct to put this thing in a methodological manner. Then he waved to the side steps.

Ma Su came up with a piece of paper.

This is based on the category of philosophy, and some Buddhist theories are too obscure for these students, and even Xie Jin is a little confused, so Fang Xing is too lazy to let go of those four sentences, so he just starts the initiation class to teach.

Ma Su held the paper and chanted loudly: "The Rules of Disciples..."

When Xie Jin saw Fang Xing retreating, he whispered: "Dehua, there seems to be an unfinished meaning in your words just now. Let me tell you."

Fang Xing replied in a low voice: "I won't say it anymore, otherwise I'm worried that you will get stuck in the slightest."

Everyone has a different understanding of this thing, and Fang Xing is worried that if Xie Jin gets in, he will become more unscrupulous if he doesn't do it well.

I am kind, what can you do?

Xie Jin's teeth are itchy here, while Ma Su's voice continues...

"Clothing is precious, not luxury..."

"Holding the virtual instrument is like holding the full body, entering the virtual room, like someone..."

"A villain comes in, everyone is bad!"

Ma Su rolled the paper and turned it over and handed it back to Fang Xing respectfully.
Chapter completed!