So when I arrived later, scholars often came and went in and out of the West Mountain.

Fang Jifan targeted business opportunities and set up a tea shop next to the school, selling tea and wine. The money of scholars is useless if they don’t make money. In addition, since scholars always have some traditions of elegant hobbies, Fang Jifan even wanted to open a brothel so that they could come here to save money while debating and listening to classes.

However, this idea was fleeting, because Fang Jifan was a moral person, and his three views could not tolerate such filthy things. Even if he thought about it, he felt trembling all over.

Banners were hung in front of Xishan Restaurant, and the breeze flew gracefully, which was very eye-catching.

What is even more satisfying is that the restaurant business is actually pretty good.

Although Wang Shouren hurriedly came in a sedan chair after dinner, if these scholars from all over the countryside and eight miles came to listen, they would be willing to come early. When they had nothing to do, they would eat tea and drink in the tea shop and ask each other for advice.

Whether you like or dislike Wang Shouren, you are really willing to study, or to make a mess, and want to hear the ridiculous rebellious words in the rumors. But at least, scholars or civilized people, you will use your mouth to resolve the disputes.

During the break from school, a group of school children carried coarse schoolbags and a group of people flocked to the restaurant.

As the first store in Xishan, Xishan Restaurant has undertaken many functions, such as selling candied haws and dried sweet potatoes made of sweet potatoes. Not only that, it also specially prepares dried fruits for scholars to put tea and wine.

A group of half-old children, surrounded by the high cabinet in the restaurant, only half of their foreheads exposed from the cabinet.

The older child is in front, while the younger child is in anxiety looking at the back.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant was Zhu Gui. He used to be a miner. Later, due to work injuries, he was lame and was assigned this leisure job. He understood a few words and understood some arithmetics. Now he can use abacus skillfully.

He had to lie down and lean forward to see the faces of children behind the high cabinet.

Xu Jie was the tallest and had already collected copper coins. He raised his hand very hard, tried his best to make himself imposingly take the three cents on the counter, and spoke proudly: "One hundred dried potatoes!"

"..." Zhu Gui narrowed his eyes and shook his head gently at Xu Jie: "Sanwen, you might as well go and take a walk."

Xu Jie began to grin and stared at Zhu Gui with dissatisfaction, as if he was really the King of Mountain.

Zhang Xiaohu on the side also burst out his little tiger teeth, which was fierce and evil.

The black school children were erect and their chests were full of glaring.

When Zhu Gui saw the imposing primary school children in front of the counter, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"I took five chants yesterday, but today I only gave three chants. Hey hey hey, I have to tell my beloved." Seeing more and more scholars entering the restaurant, he continued to shake his head.

"Okay, okay, no more examples."

Then he said to the guy behind him.

"Old Wu, go and weigh two pounds of dried potatoes..."

A group of school children got dried potatoes, Xu Jie put them in his schoolbag and took a group of children to cheer and go there.

Small school children walked in a hurry and tripped by the threshold, and burst into tears with a whisper.

So the schoolchild, like a locust, hurriedly returned, carried him away.

The world... is pure.

There are more and more scholars, and more than 30 are talking about what Wang Shouren said yesterday. Those who like Wang Shouren call Wang Shouren Master Wang, and those who don’t like him will be called “he”.

After about half an hour, someone said, "Mr. Wang has arrived."

So, the readers flocked to the counter to check the accounts, and the sound of the clapper in the school sounded, and the students entered the school one after another. In the Minglun Hall, the students knelt in front of them, and a group of scholars sat in the corner.

Wang Shouren seemed a little tired. He was in the National History Museum of Hanlin Academy. As a Shujishi, he did not dare to participate in writing the record. His main job was to sort out the daily notes.

He had just finished his seat, and Fang Jifan also appeared in the corner inadvertently.

When Wang Shouren saw Fang Jifan, he hurriedly cheered up and stood up, bowed to Fang Jifan: "Student... pay homage to his mentor."

When the scholars heard the word "teacher", they were so scared that their faces turned green. When they came in just now, they didn't think that this young man was Fang Jifan. They thought he was an ordinary scholar. They had just talked a few words, so the people close to Fang Jifan couldn't help but move away from some locations. The various rumors on the market made them both curious but also a little afraid of Fang Jifan.

However, there were a few scholars who even bowed to Fang Jifan from afar and said respectfully: "Greetings to Master..."

Fang Jifan did not agree. These guys... were probably Wang Shouren's fans, and began to be enthusiastic about being taught by Wang Shouren and consciously belonging to Wang Shouren's disciples. Since that's the case, then... Fang Jifan naturally became their master.

This seems to be very reasonable.

Wang Shouren had just sat down again. Before he could sit down, a scholar sneer first sneered: "The sage admires etiquette, so Master Zhu said that preserving the laws of nature and destroying human desires is called etiquette. The difference between man and beast is ritual. Therefore, eliminating human precepts can achieve self-restraint, and only by restraining oneself can one restore etiquette. But Mr. Wang advocates human feelings, isn't it contrary to the sage's words?"

There are such troubles every day.

Wang Shouren has long been used to it.

He raised his eyes slightly to look at the scholar who was in trouble. He did not feel too much emotion, but was expressionless and only said lightly.

"Sages are responsible for human feelings to control etiquette. Etiquette does not come from heaven or from earth, but human feelings. If there is no human feelings, how can etiquette come from? The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, I don't know that they have the idea of ​​destroying human desires. Are they also beasts?"

"At the time of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors..."

It started again.

What Fang Jifan admired most was that these scholars could talk about from Confucius to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the Penglai Immortal Island, it seemed that they could talk about it for a lifetime without any fun.

The debate after that became more and more intense. Wang Shouren said lightly that he could always win by surprise, and the one who broke the scene was already a little overwhelmed.

But these arguments have begun to become more and more like swords, showing their sharpness. Fang Jifan felt ashamed. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "One day, if Fang Jifan is chopped off by the emperor, the tenth is for you, Wang Shouren."

Behind him, someone patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder. Before he could turn around to see who he saw a familiar voice sound in his ear.

"Fang Jifan, if I am the emperor, I will never chop your head down. We are brothers..."

Fang Jifan looked back in shock, but saw Zhu Houzhao wearing an inappropriate Lunar scarf and a Confucian shirt behind him, and when he came in.

Fang Jifan hurriedly left Minglun Hall, and Zhu Houzhao chased after him.

Seeing that there was no one around, Fang Jifan frowned and said, "Why did your highness leave the palace at night? Something happened?"

Zhu Houzhao smiled.

"I dug it out and asked someone to get a private army's waist card. The guards at the city gate dare not stop you. I have something to tell you, and I will tell you a bad news first. News circulated in the palace, your father escaped at the last minute."

"What?" Fang Jifan widened his eyes and the deserter... Just like the rumors in the martial arts world, his grandfather slipped back to the capital from the Tumu Fort. Although his father was trying to save people, or perhaps he was rescued, it doesn't matter. The Tumu Fort at that time collapsed across the board. He didn't become a deserter, and he could only be a prisoner, so it was not embarrassing.

But if you escape in Guizhou at the last minute, things will be difficult.

"How is this possible? My father is not like this." Fang Jifan grinned his teeth, looking angry.

"What are you lying to do? There are fakes that flow from the palace, and there are also memorials in the Ministry of War."

Zhu Houzhao seemed very excited, and then he said seriously to Fang Jifan: "But after reading the recent military information newspaper, I found something new. Come on, I brought all the maps of my palace."

As he said that, he pulled Fang Jifan to a remote classroom with no one inside. Liu Jin caught up with him and gave the two people a lamp.

Zhu Hou shone on the desk, spreading the map, and was full of interest.

"A few days ago, the rebels captured a county town, and the Ming army suffered heavy losses. But have you noticed that in the diary, the governor Wang Shi did not send a mountain camp to fight. This is strange. If such a big thing happened, it is necessary to send elite troops to recover the lost land, but the one sent was Zuochuan Guard. The Zuochuan Guard had no progress."

"But after that, the rebels raided Anshun, and the governor personally led his troops to help..." Zhu Houzhao seemed very excited, pointing to every position on the map with his fingers. Obviously, before that, he had read this map many times.

There was light in his eyes, and under the reflection of the candlelight, he looked particularly eye-catching.

Fang Jifan also frowned and analyzed the map.

"But, the mountain camp... still did not go to war. The mountain camp is best at fighting with the rebels. But why did the rescue of Anshun, such an important city, not sending mountain camps? There is only one possibility that the mountain camp needs rest, or that Wang Shi and your father are not in harmony."

"Of course, this doesn't matter."

Speaking of this, Fang Jifan was shocked, and he suddenly remembered why his father had "escaped at the last moment".

Could it be because of my own letters?

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and escaped at the last minute. It was a serious crime. No matter how unharmonious he was with the governor, it would not be allowed. If this led to the defeat of the entire Ming army in Guizhou, it would kill many front-line officers and soldiers.

Fang Jifan calmed down and stared at Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, what about you?"

"But, Lao Fang, have you ever thought about one thing, why the thief has been suppressing more and more, and the court has repeatedly increased its troops and won many battles, but in the end, the thief flames have become more popular. What is the reason?"

Sure enough... the prince discovered the crucial issue.
Chapter completed!