Chapter 2568

There are not many people here, but even so, there are still a few people watching from a distance.

Fang Xing doesn't like this situation, but since Yan Dajian has taken the attitude of a bitter Lord to find something, he will not avoid the problem.

So he was puzzled and said, "did you forget those things when you were an official in Fujian?"

Yan Dajian raised his head slightly and said, "who has not done anything wrong? Xinghebo, haven't you?"

"Ben Bo, if there is, it is also a unintentional loss."

Fang Xing's words made Yan Dajian pale. He wanted to refute, but Fang Xing raised his voice and continued: "you were deliberately taking the safety of the people as grass mustard. The three wronged souls on the mountain are looking at you! And their death is just because you want to delay and make the situation bigger, so that you can look better."

People on the side heard these words. Someone bowed his head and smiled. It was probably laughing that Yan Dajian exceeded his efforts to find Fang Xing to reason.

Since Fang Xing started, he was not ready to leave room for Yan Dajian.

He said coldly, "in the end, you will benefit the most from Guantai mountain. This is the blood stained official hat. Adult Yan, aren't you afraid of dreaming at night?"

Yan Dajian stood there blankly. He wanted to refute, but the matter of guantaishan was his handle.

In those days, there were refugees in Guantai mountain, and there were silver mines nearby, which was the reason for the ambiguous attitude of those officials.

Refugees are serious people. Only because they can't live under the pressure of officials, they escape into the mountains to live and avoid taxes.

And silver

"The silver mine has stopped. Lord Yan, Benbo's people have rushed to Fujian. I hope you are innocent, but Benbo thinks..."

He patted Yan Dajian on the shoulder and walked away with a smile, just like saying goodbye to a friend.

Yan Dajian stood there and didn't leave for a long time.

The sun was shining, but he felt a cold brewing in his bones.

"Lord Yan, let's go."

Those people thought that Fang Xing and Yan Dajian were ordinary contradictions. Seeing that Yan Dajian was dazed and pathetic, they shouted.

Yan Dajian frowned slightly, lowered his head and watched the sun shine on his right body, leaving a shadow on his left.

He didn't feel hot. The cold all over made him tremble gently.

"Is this injustice?"

He smiled nervously, then gradually raised his head.

He went all the way back to the etiquette department.

"Yes, sir."

The Ministry of rites now has no Shangshu, and Yan Dajian is the largest, so the officials have omitted the word Yan.

Yan Dajian smiled and nodded, telling people who went out from time to time not to suffer from heatstroke.

The kind Yan Dajian has won the favor of many people. Everyone laments why he hasn't been appointed yet.

Yan Dajian doesn't know why he hasn't come yet, but he hopes never to come.

All the officials in the court were also staring at the position of minister of rites, but the emperor put it aside, which attracted a group of people to covet.

If the goal of officials is continuous promotion, the goal of students is to learn as soon as possible.

The courses of Zhixing academy are full, including astronomy and geography, physical chemistry, mathematics, Confucianism

Every student must study all subjects and can't fail.

The peaches and plums planted in those years have long been colorful. Under the tree is the path. Countless students walk through the path every day with light steps.

"Come on, the graduation ceremony will begin soon."

The light footsteps immediately became urgent, and the students ran to the playground one after another.

Many people have been standing on the playground, and the teachers on the platform are waiting.

The students lined up below skillfully, and then the playground gradually became silent.

Before long, Fang Xing appeared with Xie Jin.

The prince didn't come?

This discovery surprised the teachers and students and made them lose.

After he got on the stage, Fang Xing was probably aware of these lost emotions and prepared to speak.

"When you graduate, for teachers, it's like driving the eagles they taught out of school. They will worry, but I think they will expect more."

"They are worried that you will be at a loss and don't know what your future goal is. They expect you to clear up the confusion, recognize the goal and go on firmly."

There are many graduates and more freshmen. The playground is full of one-third of the place.

Fang Xing remembered the first teachers and students in a trance.

"... at that time, we were more like a large-scale private school. I had no confidence. I was worried that someone would smash the sign. Of course, someone did smash it in the back."

Everyone who knew about it was watching Fang wake up.

Without his existence, Daming is still dominated by Confucianism and dead.

"Your Highness feels cold occasionally, so this year's graduation ceremony will not come. But he entrusted me to convey a word to be a useful person for Daming!"

Fang Xing's face has been thick to a certain extent. He passed his words on to corn, and still doesn't change color.

"Being a good man is probably the stupidest way to say it. I'd rather let you be a person who doesn't harm people as much as possible. If it can be beneficial to Daming, it's boundless merit."

"Training good people is only one purpose of Zhixing academy, but its more goal is Daming."

Fang Xing's tone was very calm, but the teachers and students were excited.

This is the first time.

"The former goal of Zhixing Academy was somewhat vague because we didn't want to provoke right and wrong. We just wanted to close the door and practice hard. Now there are many students who graduated. The scientific children all over the world are like seeds, which have sprouted and taken root and are teaching those Hundred Surnames who are eager for insight."

"This is our important goal. Whether you are a businessman, a farmer, or an official in the future, please remember this. I urge you to remember this."

Fang Xing stretched out his index finger and said solemnly, "I want to be a seed, let science blossom and bear fruit all over the Ming Dynasty, and want results!"

This is a declaration!

A declaration against Confucianism.

Xie Zhenliang was worried. He was worried that after this word spread, the contradiction between the two sides would always break out.

The emperor stood on the side of science and constantly suppressed Confucianism, and all kinds of innovations were cutting the flesh of Confucianism.

This is gradual and reasonable.

But the world is not only truth, but more potential!

Does Fang Xing think that Confucianism is no longer as powerful as science?

He held his old father and whispered, "father, the mountain leader is eager to do this."

Xie Jin shook his head and said, "he's in a hurry. He seems to be worried about something."

"... I'm worried that you will give up your ideals and what you have learned here in the long years, so... Remember your mission, Daming needs you to pay... You need to fight for your dreams."

In the Jiaozhi cloth division, the thin little girl is arguing.

"Those women should be paid the same as men, because they do as much as men. Why can't they be paid for the same work?"

The chief envoy Wang Delong said impatiently, "the official workshops are all paid, but the workshops made by those businessmen are not what I can interfere with. Go yourself."

The little girl was angry, and her dark face was full of anger. "My Lord, those women are the backbone of the family. They shouldn't be despised!"

Then she began to cough, and her body trembled violently, as if to cough out her heart and lungs.

Wang Delong softened his heart and said, "go and see the doctor. I will consider this matter and call those businessmen to speak at that time."

"Thank you... Cough! Thank you, sir."

The little girl's face was a little gray and she was helped out.