As the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Jinling was not only a political center, but also a cultural center.

Bookstores are one of the symbols of a cultural center, and of course there are many in Jinling.

Lin Yan and a few classmates came out to buy books today. After arriving at the bookstore we are familiar with, Lin Yan asked what new books were recently released.

The shopkeeper pointed to the position in the corner and said, "There are two books that Xing and Bo have just published. You can read them yourself."

Lin Yan went over and looked at it, and couldn't help but say joyfully: "It's the second volume of mathematics, and there is also a dictionary."

The classmate said disdainfully: "Isn't it just the Fangxue dictionary that has caused trouble? We can't use it."

Lin Yanmo said nothing. When his classmates were wandering around, he quietly picked up two books, paid the bills tacitly with the shopkeeper, and then put them away.

Before leaving, the shopkeeper muttered: "Business is hard to do! This book can only be sold now."

Lin Yandaqi asked why.

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly: "Today, many bookstores in Jinling City have been blocked by those scholars. I am a little off here. When I see the momentum is wrong, I will put away those two books, otherwise you will not be able to enter just now."

"Why is this?"

Lin Yan asked for leave yesterday and knew nothing about it.

The classmate said impatiently: "Yesterday, our Imperial College started to convene people. If you are not here, we are too lazy to go..."

Lin Yan felt that the books in his arms were heavy, and he couldn't help but defend Fang Xing: "Why can't Xing He Bo's books be sold? Even Your Majesty has never banned them, why should they?"

The classmate laughed and said, "First it was a hot air balloon, and then it caused lightning. Zi said no strange power and chaos. Xing and Bo would only attract attention. Our scholars of course have to stand up in the face of such miscellaneous studies. Zi said..."

Lin Yan looked at his classmates' mouths fluttering quickly, and he was vaguely worried about Fang Xing.

...

Fang Xing has received news that many bookstores in Jinling have been treated by scholars.

Huang Zhong said with some frustration: "Brother, someone must be organizing this matter later, and the Imperial College is just resting today, so it's out of control."

Fang Xing put down the book and smiled and said, "This kind of big move was beyond my expectations. This is to block my way!"

Huang Zhong frowned and said, "Those students have already spoken. If any bookstore dares to place these two books in a conspicuous position, they will mobilize scholars in Jinling to refuse to buy books from this store, so those bookstores have to remove the books."

The customers in the bookstore are scholars, so this threat is real, and even Fang Xing did not expect it.

"Master, now we have to find another way!"

Huang Zhong was also angry. He felt that the struggle between literati should be a fair confrontation, but the other party would use such despicable means, which really refreshed his lower limit of cognition.

"Of course we have to find another way out."

Fang Xing drank the tea in the cup in one go, put it down heavily, his face full of unruly: "I'm paralyzed! Fortunately, Huang Yan was fucked at that time, otherwise it would be useless to advertise now."

Huang Zhong was stunned and said in surprise: "Brother, did you intend to let Huang Yan make a fuss about the new book at that time?"

"certainly."

Fang Xing stretched and said, "There is no problem in printing mathematics in Silijian, but I couldn't put the dictionary there to print it. I just wanted Huang Yan to advertise it. Now that's the case, let's start doing it!"

"Master, the students from the academy are here."

"Master, we are not convinced!"

In the front yard, there were thirty-nine students, plus three teachers, who were led by Xie Jin.

Xie Jin was already bizarrely angry. He is now in a state of being light and bold.

"Dehua, I will go to the Imperial College to ask later, which knowledge they teach, and it is embarrassing to use such shameful means!"

During the time when Tian Xiucai was in the academy, he had long forgotten his Confucian attributes. He often "sneaked" to learn before going home to teach his son.

At this time, he learned that someone wanted to go to Jue Fangxue, and his old man also broke out and said with a gaze: "Master, I am going to take the students to fight for tooth! I blocked the gate of the Imperial College!"

"Yes, the mountain leader, let's fight for tooth!"

Fang Xing glanced and saw that these students were tidying up their bodies very neatly. He felt a little excited and said, "Today I will teach you another lesson, this lesson is called herd psychology and incitement."

"This lesson took a long time, and it also involved the psychology of some people. For example, the encirclement and threatening bookstores this time is a typical herd mentality."

"Fang Xue publishes books, which is a threat to Confucianism. In the face of threats, some people will work hard to make themselves stronger. But some people do not reflect on themselves and blindly act as suppression. As a prestigious scholar in the world, if I had not been Xinghe Bo and the grandson staring at me, Zhixing Academy would have been banned by someone for a crime."

Fang Xing smiled when he said this, and everyone knew what he was referring to.

During the long monopoly career, Confucianism has destroyed many theories, and Fang Xue has also experienced many struggles with Confucianism. Although there is no blood in the open, there are no swords and swords in secret.

"As vested interests, scholars have learned to be vigilant. At this time, as long as someone comes forward to clamor, it will spread like a plague. One person promises to go, the second person, the third person..."

"From the first person, this kind of fanatic mood will rise higher and higher. After a considerable number of people join, the herd mentality will break out, and the plague-like infection..."

Speaking of this, Fang Xing said obscurely: "All dynasties, such as...the end of the Han Dynasty."

What was there in the late Han Dynasty? The Yellow Turban Army destroyed the Yellow Turban Army, which was the last foundation of the Han Dynasty.

Rebellion is fanatical, and emotions are contagious, and individuals are assimilated by group emotions...

"It's okay to block the door, but it's just a demonstration. It doesn't take too long, a quarter of an hour."

Fang Xing asked someone to get a long white cloth and then wrote a line of big words on it.

The bookstore is blocked today, and the bookstore is blocked tomorrow...

Fang Xing poked the last few dots and felt that today's handwriting was written in one go, so he said proudly: "Mr. Jie, have my handwriting improved?"

Xie Jin had no time to deal with his handwriting, but he stretched out his thumb and praised: "Dehua, you are so... I admire you!"

Xie Jin originally wanted to say that you were too shady, but he thought that there were students around him, and the impact of the other party's awakening was not good, so he endured it.

After tying the white cloth to the bamboo pole, Xie Jin took the teachers and students to set off in a mighty manner.

Fang Xing also had something to do, so he found another piece of paper, wrote a few lines on it, and handed it over to Huang Zhong.

"Thank you for a hard time, copy a few more copies, and then give it to Fang Wu to post."

Huang Zhong glanced at it and said in surprise: "Master, you will lose a lot of money like this!"

Fang Xing was generous on the surface, but bleeding inside: "Money is something outside the body. For Fang Xue, Fang was unwilling to lose everything!"

At this time, Ma Xing, the Imperial College Supervisor, also knew about the student going to block the bookstore, but he thought it was a trivial matter. He finally got a day off and was supposed to sit at home and discuss it with a few friends, so he ignored it.

When he learned that someone was going to block the gate of the Imperial College, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Who is making trouble?"

The current status of Imperial College is extraordinary, much awesome than Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future.

Those who dare to block the door in the Imperial College are mostly ignorant honorable relatives! Ma Xing thought so.

"Sir, I am from Zhixing Academy, and the leader is Mr. Jie."

"Clang!"

As the wine glass landed, Ma Xing asked with a pale face: "What did they say?"

The visitor said in a daze: "I didn't say anything, so I pulled a banner that said, "Today, I'll block the bookstore, tomorrow, I'll block the bookstore... There will be nothing below."
Chapter completed!