Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 599 Emperor List

  Wang Jinyuan's heart hurts.

  Fang Jifan's heart hurts too, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

  But the guns I made an appointment, I have to finish the gun with tears in my eyes. This is a matter of credit. Fang Jifan behaved righteously, sat up straight, promised a thousand dollars, yes, I made some promises.

  In short, the current Xishan cannot accommodate such a large population, and 5,000 households is almost the limit.

   Unless the land outside the customs is reclaimed, and the sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn to be released are successfully planted on a large scale, then the population can be relocated. Otherwise, any problem may put tens of thousands of people in a desperate situation.

  The selected 5,000 farmers will stay for the time being, and the rest will all be packed up and dismissed.

   It was just that when they were dismissed, each person was given 300 big money and a lot of special products from Xishan, including dry food and dried meat.

   And promised that next year we will still recruit people, and when the time comes, you will all be at the top.

   After all, I finally wiped my **** clean.

  Fang Jifan looked at the books. This time, he lost tens of thousands of taels of silver, and countless grains and jerky.

  The remaining 5,000 farmers, still like their ancestors, first built a shed to settle down.

   Then let the scholars of Xishan Academy serve as the backbone, organize them into groups and lead them to produce.

  Although Shen Ao is already a marquis, there is a sister who is also a princess, and her father is a scholar of the Hanlin University. His family's status can faintly compete with the newly rising Fang family.

   But in Xishan, he is the grandson, as long as he still calls Fang Jifan a master, he is nothing like a Marquis.

Obediently, Shen Ao lives in a shed. There are fifteen households in the group he lives with. What Shen Ao has to do is to count their household registration status, know their names, who is in the family, and whether there are patients. , whether to marry a wife, have children!

  Shen Ao lived with Zhang Sanba and the others back then, and he was familiar with the road. He was no longer coy, but could easily tell these vulgar people all kinds of nasty jokes about who picked up ashes.

  There is also a person named Liu Wuliu in the group. It is said that this person was specially recruited. It is unexpected that the person who came here to settle down also has a background.

  But Liu Wuliu refused to say why he was lenient.

   Within a few days, Shen Ao made a clear list of these people, how many laborers there are, and how many people can only do simple jobs.

   Here, it will definitely make you full, anyway, sweet potatoes and potatoes are enough. This shed can also be used to live in, so you don't have to sleep on the street! But you definitely can’t eat nothing. Do you want to mine or go to the Qianhu House in Tuntian to help? Oh, yes, the flying team is also recruiting, and the textile workshop and glass workshop now need apprentices...

Shen Ao knows them well, knows the family situation of each of them, and also knows their general personal skills. For example, one of them is a blacksmith, which surprised Shen Ao, because people with crafts can't live outside Too bad, why are you here to join in the fun?

  The craftsman said cheerfully: "How about Xishan, I can eat enough outside, but I work with my benefactors, and I feel at ease and down-to-earth."

  What a simple answer.

  Shen Aoju has indicated it all.

   And these materials are all collected.

   There are a group of strong and healthy people who have no worries at home and are sent directly to the outside of the customs. The outside of the customs is really tight to employ people.

  Scholars arrived at each house, and they had to earnestly persuade the men to allow their wives to work in the textile workshop. The sales of the textile workshop were very good, and the demand for people was huge.

   In addition to this, there are miners and so on.

  Fang Jifan looked at the stacks of memorials sent by his disciples and grandchildren, and touched his head, really regretting the beginning.

  ...

  In the warm pavilion in the Forbidden City.

  After going through court discussions, Emperor Hongzhi kept a straight face.

   On his desk are the examination papers for this subject.

  Since it is a palace examination, the emperor himself will approve it personally, and now it is time to release the list.

  Xiao Jing carefully stood aside, as if he could see what His Majesty was thinking, but he didn't dare to say anything at this time, this is a palace test, and it is by no means something that a person like him can criticize at will, and His Majesty must make a decision himself.

  Emperor Hongzhi held the vermilion pen, raised his eyes suddenly and said, "Xiao Banban, tell me, is Neo Confucianism better or New Learning better?"

   These words made Xiao Jing confused.

  He couldn't answer.

  Although he has read books in the inner study, he never thinks about such brain-destroying things. But when His Majesty asked, he didn't dare not answer, so he had no choice but to say: "Your Majesty thinks that the problem is not in learning."

   "Oh?" Emperor Hongzhi looked at Xiao Jing with a smile.

Seeing that Emperor Hongzhi was still waiting for him to speak, Xiao Jing had no choice but to continue boldly: "The key to the problem lies in the people who study this knowledge. Your Majesty must hate Yang Tinghe very much, but does your Majesty think that if Yang Tinghe learns something new? Learning, wouldn’t he be able to figure out all the tricks and just sit and talk about the Tao? This servant thinks, yes, this is his nature.”

   These words were indeed bold, but Emperor Hongzhi did not mean to blame, but said: "But why do these newly learned scholars do things in a disciplined manner, different from others?"

   "It's because the professor is good." Xiao Jing replied after thinking for a while.

"If someone else were to teach the new learning, the result might be different. I know that Your Majesty must want to know, if everyone in the world learns the new learning, wouldn't this Ming Dynasty enter the heyday? I dare not speculate, I just feel that no matter how good the knowledge is, the most important thing is the person who teaches it, and the ethos of the school also needs to be good or bad. Otherwise, any kind of learning can teach talents, and it can also teach many ignorant people."

  Emperor Hongzhi listened carefully, then nodded, um, it makes sense.

   "It seems that the crown prince and Fang Jifan's running a school in Xishan is extremely effective."

  Suddenly, Emperor Hongzhi laughed dumbly and said: "Now I understand a little bit why I am not as good as the crown prince."

  He smiled, picked up the ink pen, and began to mark each test paper.

  Emperor Hongzhi was extremely serious. He was selecting the talents he needed most according to these strategies.

  After the imperial approval, Emperor Hongzhi put down his pen: "Choose an auspicious day and release the list."

   "The servant obeys the order!"

  Xiao Jing gave Emperor Hongzhi a complicated look. His Majesty suddenly asked about Xinxue and Neo-Confucianism. It’s just a mere academy with two hundred teachers and students. How can it compare with the deep-rooted Neo-Confucianism?

  But since His Majesty compared it, it can be seen that the weight of new learning has increased in His Majesty's heart.

  At this time, Emperor Hongzhi sighed, and said: "Then Liu Wuliu, I wonder if he has settled down. His mother's illness will definitely improve after seeking medical treatment."

   Then, another sigh...

  ………

  The first day of March.

  The weather has gotten warmer, at least Fang Jifan doesn't have to wear bulky sweaters anymore.

  This day is the day when the results of the palace examination are announced.

  The imperial court has selected an auspicious day and released the list outside the Gong Yuan.

  As soon as the list was released, Fang Jifan was very excited!

  This involves the future of my disciples and grandchildren. Fang Jifan loves his disciples as much as his grandsons. This is not bragging!

  So early in the morning, he washed up early, while Liu Jie and others were waiting outside early.

  As soon as they saw Fang Jifan coming out of the mansion, Liu Jie and others hurriedly greeted Fang Jifan as a master, Fang Jifan waved and said, "Let's go to the Gongyuan."

  Fang Jifan likes the bustling feeling outside the Gongyuan, and it is a very pleasant thing to see his disciples and grandchildren on the list.

  He also likes to see the way other scholars beat their chests and stumble after they lose their names. He also likes to hear people cry and mourn, and there are countless sour eyes.

  Fang Jifan himself rode a tall horse, followed by fifteen Gongsheng students.

   But outside the tribute courtyard, Fang Jifan's face was pulled down.

  What do you mean?

  Why is it so deserted.

   But outside the tribute courtyard, there are few people, and it is very depressed.

  If it wasn't for Fang Jifan and others who came to increase the popularity, otherwise, Fang Jifan even suspected that a bonfire could be set up here for barbecue.

Fang Jifan looked around, and there were some people who came to see the list, but there were few scholars, and even fewer people wearing square scarves. cared.

  Fang Jifan let out a sigh of relief, could it be that... really broke people's hearts?

  Blame yourself for ignoring the principle of sustainable development.

  So, here, outside the deserted Gongyuan, standing under the cold list, a little cold, and a little cold in the heart, Fang Jifan left behind the disciples and grandchildren, the desolate back, he raised his eyes, suddenly lost the meaning of life.

In an instant, Fang Jifan finally found a reason for the death of the Ming Dynasty. Scholars, that is, these elites, have no indomitable spirit, no one has a thick skin, and they especially like to compare blindly. If they lose, they like to hide and play dead. Pretending to see nothing, even having the courage to face failure.

  If these scholars don’t reform themselves, sooner or later the Ming Dynasty will end.

  Fang Jifan was in a complicated mood.

  But at this time, a young man stood beside Fang Jifan again.

   Still the proud Xu Aoling from back then.

  Fang Jifan was moved for no reason, his eyes were a little red, it was not easy, this Xu Aoling, in his eyes, turned into a giant panda, so precious.

"You're here?"

   "Yes!" Xu Aoling raised his head, looking at the blank position on the list: "I'm here."

   "..." It's only been a few days, and I'm full of confidence again.

  Wait...not in a hurry...Fang Jifan didn't make a sound, he decided not to provoke Xu Aoling, don't even scare this guy away.

   "Is it the wrong day today? It's very cold, and it doesn't look like it's going to be announced at all." Xu Aoling said.

  Fang Jifan said: "Yes..."

  Fang Jifan nodded, speechless.

  Xu Aoling's eyes lit up: "Here comes the list..."

  Fang Jifan pretended to be excited: "Yes, here we come, here we come, keep your eyes wide open."

  …………

  I went to get an injection this afternoon to recover, but for some reason, there were a lot of people in the hospital today, so I was delayed, sorry.

  (end of this chapter)