Shen Fucong is almost eighty years old. He is still strong and has few illnesses, but his children and grandchildren are not very successful.
All four sons are playboys, especially the eldest son and the second son, who are actually old playboys in their fifties and sixties! They listen to music and have fun all day long, and even go to drink wine. Once, they were detained by a brothel and went to the Shen family to demand debts. The money for whoring is hundreds of taels.
Shen Fucong always felt that he owed his son. When he was young, he served as a master, and then he was exiled to the southwest. How could he have time to discipline his descendants?
Fortunately, his eldest grandson, Shen Yi, became a disciple of Wang Yangming early on and became a Jinshi in his twenties. Although he was only at the bottom of the third list, he finally made his ancestors proud and is now a state magistrate in Shaanxi.
Not only that, Wang Yangming's daughter also married Shen Yi, which made the hierarchy a bit confusing.
"Old Master, Old Master..." The personal maid rushed in in a hurry.
"Which bastard was detained again? Is it drinking and gambling, or is it a prostitution in a brothel?" Shen Fucong walked out on crutches. His wives and concubines have all died of illness, and now he relies on this personal maid to take care of him. He has taken care of his children and grandchildren. They said that after they die, they will give their maid a good home.
The maid's name was Chunlan, and she was out of breath from running: "It's said outside... that the Grand Master is here."
Shen Fucong suddenly became energetic and said with a smile: "Brother Yuan is here? Quickly bring me my brocade robe and put it on!"
The maid said: "The Grand Master just got off the boat, and someone came to our house to report the news."
"There's no rush," Shen Fucong immediately said, putting on airs, "serve me first and put on my brocade robe, and wait here for my disciple to pay homage to his teacher."
Shen Fuchong not only put on a brocade robe, but also rearranged her bun, and wore a pair of brand new leather boots. In the winter, the north wind blew hard, and Shen Fuchong sat under the eaves of the living room, holding his hands Holding the crutches and waiting left and right, I became more and more anxious.
Chunlan advised: "Old man, go back inside and light the stove and wait. Don't let you freeze outside."
"It's not cold, it's not cold," Shen Fucong suddenly came to his senses and warned, "Go and send a message quickly. Call those four bastards and the little bastards they gave birth to back home and wait!"
Of the bunch of bastards from the Shen family, only three were found, and the rest went off to live happily ever after.
Shen Fucong's feet were almost frozen, so Wang Yuan finally sent someone to deliver the greeting card.
Zhou Chong walked up to Shen Fucong, raised his hands and asked with a smile: "Do you still remember me, old lady?"
Shen Fucong raised his presbyopic eyes, looked left and right, frowned and said, "You are that one... You are that one..."
Zhou Chong stepped forward and supported Shen Fucong: "Old Master, I am Zhou Chong, the steward of the Grand Master's residence. I was the personal attendant of the Grand Master on the way to the provincial examination. We met several times before the Grand Master went to Beijing to take the exam. .”
"Oh, yes, yes," Shen Fucong finally got the impression, "You were still a young man at that time, and you were very clever. You were following Brother Yuan with a knife on your back all day long."
Zhou Chong said: "The grand master has settled in Shaoxing Fucheng. He will pay homage to Duke Yangming tomorrow and will come to pay homage to the old master the day after tomorrow."
Shen Fucong smiled and said: "Okay, okay."
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Wang Yangming's son is called Wang Zhengcong, but he is really not very smart and even seems a bit dull.
Fortunately, although Wang Zhengcong could not even pass the examination as a scholar, he was very honest and kind-hearted. He married Li, the daughter of a local Jinshi, and served his father every day. He even poured the urinal himself. He was recognized as a filial son by Shaoxing Prefecture.
"Sir, the Grand Master is here," said the steward Wang Xiang.
Wang Yangming is now plagued by illnesses. Not only does he suffer from frequent lung disease, but he also suffers from a host of age-related diseases. Just as he was about to speak, he felt phlegm in his throat and couldn't help coughing twice to clear his throat.
Wang Zhengcong immediately brought the spittoon next to him and held it to his father's chest.
Wang Yangming spit out a mouthful of phlegm and said, "Help me up."
Wang Zhengcong put down the spittoon and helped his father stand up. His wife Li also came over to help.
Although Wang Yangming only had one son and one daughter in his later years, and the daughter went to Shaanxi to work as an official with her husband, he had several grandchildren. The eldest grandson Wang Chengru was ten years old, and he was quite smart. He could at least take the exam to be a scholar.
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Three generations of a family walked out and bumped into Wang Yuan's family in the atrium.
Wang Yuan knelt down and kowtowed: "Student Wang Yuan, pay homage to your mentor!"
The wives, concubines, and children knelt down and called "Mr. Yangming" in unison. Only Song Ling'er's title was the same as Wang Yuan's: "Student Song Ling'er, please pay homage to your mentor."
"Okay, okay, everyone, get up!" Wang Yangming was overjoyed, and when he was happy, he vomited phlegm again.
The two families introduced each other, and they recognized each other for a while. Li was busy setting out snacks, but Wang Zhengcong supported his father and smiled naively the whole time.
Wang Yuan speculated that it was probably because Wang Yangming took mercury for medical treatment when he was young, which caused his son to have brain problems.
Of course, Wang Zhengcong is not a fool, but his memory is relatively poor and his reactions are a bit slow.
We had dinner together at noon, and in the afternoon Wang Yangming called Wang Yuan to the study alone.
"Has Erlang been granted the title of King of Tianzhu?" Wang Yangming asked.
Wang Yuan said: "For the emperor to feel at ease and for the continuation of the reform, students must go overseas."
Wang Yangming sighed: "Oh, I'm embarrassing you."
Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Although there are many states in the land of Tianzhu, as long as it is unified, it will be larger than the two capitals and fifteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty."
What is the land of Tianzhu?
This is the territory conquered by the King of Tianzhu!
Not to mention Pakistan, Nepal, Bangladesh, and even Afghanistan were under the rule of the Mughal Empire. When Wang Yuan overthrew the Mughals in the future, he would naturally take over Afghanistan as well, and the country would directly border the Persian Empire.
Wang Yangming said: "If the language is not clear, it may be difficult to govern."
Wang Yuan said: "We must let the people there speak Chinese, and those who write Chinese characters will only shed a little blood."
Wang Yangming said: "This is not the royal way."
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "King Wu also shed blood when he defeated Zhou. King Zhou will not listen to the teachings."
Wang Yangming said: "Be king and be domineering."
"Disciple understands." Wang Yuan said.
Wang Yangming suddenly coughed twice and then laughed: "I am talking too much. You have been in charge of the Ming Dynasty for 20 years, so you naturally know how to govern the country. What I tell you is purely a trick."
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "My mentor's admonitions are not wrong after all."
"Hahahaha, you are still so naughty... cough, cough, cough!" Wang Yangming laughed happily, then coughed repeatedly, spitting out another mouthful of blood-streaked phlegm.
Wang Yuan supported Wang Yangming and stroked his back to help him calm down: "Sir, please don't get excited."
Wang Yangming cleared his throat: "It's an old problem, it's not a problem. You have done a good job in reforming the past few years. Even if I were to be the first assistant, I would definitely not be able to compare with you. In other words, since Shang Yang, all the reforms in the past dynasties
None of them are as good as you."
"Sir, that's ridiculous." Wang Yuan said.
Wang Yangming added: "I have already read part of the two manuscripts you wrote during Ding You's reign. Although the contents are all-inclusive, they point directly to the fundamentals of the world and are much stronger than my set of mental principles."
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "I dare not compare myself with Mr.
Wang Yangming waved his hand: "Xinxue has great shortcomings. Without great perseverance and great wisdom, it is impossible to achieve the unity of knowledge and action. It is okay if Xinxue does not spread, but now it has spread, and there are many people who are just trying to make up for it. How many fake Taoism are there?
There are so many Zen sects among them that it is simply impossible to count. In recent years, I have tried to integrate the learning of sages such as Liang Cheng, Zhu Lu, and others, but I have found that the path has gone astray. The true meaning of the Tao of Confucius and Mencius lies in the Tao of Confucius and Mencius itself, and later generations are just commentaries on the Six Classics.
It’s just me.”
"What's wrong with my annotation of the Six Classics?" Wang Yuan asked.
Wang Yangming said: "Cheng Zi is 'I', Zhu Zi is 'I', Lu Zi is 'I', and I am still 'I'. But my 'I' is not the other's 'I'. The study of mind can be applied to me
, but it cannot be applied to scholars all over the world. Just like Cheng and Zhu's "I", it can no longer be used now and can only be effective in the early days of the country. The more prosperous the Ming Dynasty is, the more dangerous the mind study will be, and it may become a negative hand.
Talking about the false knowledge of metaphysics. Your physics and economics are different. They are all practical knowledge and can be applied to all people in the world. In your book, it seems that there is no clear and concise principle. Where is your "Tao"?
"
Wang Yuan stood up with a smile and borrowed Wang Yangming's desk to study ink.
Immediately, he wrote down two key words: worldview and methodology.
"Your calligraphy still hasn't improved," Wang Yangming complained and asked, "Tell me more about it."
Wang Yuan said: "The so-called 'world view' is people's understanding and view of the universe, the world, the country, society, and everything. The Chinese people's world view, whether it is Confucianism or Taoism, all originated from the "Book of Changes". During this period, Buddhism was added
Along with the foreign races of past dynasties, we now know that the earth is a sphere. Tao generates yin and yang, and Qi transforms all things. This is the most basic world view of the Chinese people."
Wang Yangming understood instantly: "Your physics is to change the world's worldview?"
"Of course," Wang Yuan continued to explain, "methodology is how people understand the world and change the world. The worldview of Xinxue is that 'the heart is reason, and there is nothing outside the heart'. The methodology of Xinxue is 'the
Conscience, the unity of knowledge and action'."
Wang Yangming asked: "Where's yours?"
Wang Yuan once again took up writing and wrote down two key words: materialism and dialectics.