The Confucian scholars in Jiangxi bowed down one after another. Zhu Yuanzhang was full of joy, and he could hardly contain it... The Hukou Battle, the burning of the warships, of course, came smoothly, but after all, it was only a temporary victory or defeat on the battlefield. Although it was very important, it was That's it.

But now is the moment to lay down the overall situation and reset the rules and regulations!

The history of scholars, peasants, industry, commerce, and scholars will come to an end from now on. Looking at the world, there will no longer be a group of people who dare to share the world with the Son of Heaven.

Tens of millions of people, hundreds of thousands of troops, and important officials in civil and military affairs have all become the same people fundamentally.

Everything today will go down in history and become an important page.

In the future, if you want to set the emperor's ancestral training, what you say in front of you will be the core spirit of the ancestral training.

No matter how high it is, it is not an exaggeration.

And something so important cannot be without sacrifices.

Qian Tang was lucky, he became the only one.

And it is still the one destined to be remembered, just like his teacher Huang Jin, the two masters and apprentices, finally in a similar way, the name marks the history of history, it can be considered luck!

Qian Tang also flashed a thought, do you want to kneel down and become a minister of King Wu?

no!

There is no hope at all.

He became an early bird, and he was destined to suffer the consequences.

If he is not unlucky, others will not be relieved. . These good friends who clearly followed him, Yu Gaomen stood up and stabbed himself.

Qian Tang doesn't blame him, after all, among this bunch of people, there are still many people who are suffocating and want to kill themselves secretly!

When Neo-Confucianism is about to die, it cannot be silent and must be buried with someone.

Just like when the Great Song Dynasty was overthrown, and Prime Minister Wen was captured in Dadu, there were many scholars looking forward to Prime Minister Wen's death as soon as possible, and became a sacrificial object for the Great Song Dynasty.

At the same time, it also preserves the dignity of the scholars, paving the way for allegiance to the new king.

Can you compare yourself to Prime Minister Wen?

What are you thinking!

Stop dreaming!

People are famous for centuries, and it is not bad for him to be stinky for thousands of years. Qian Tang turned around with difficulty, and wanted to leave, heading for the second half of his life, which was doomed to darkness and humiliation.

Qian Tang almost moved forward, and the rest of the people's eyes fell on him. Some people even gritted their teeth, thinking about how to make this unknowing thing die a little worse, so that both King Wu and Zhang Xiang would die. be happy...

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Ximeng suddenly stepped forward and stopped Qian Tang.

When he came over, Qian Tang was startled. Could it be that he didn't want to let him go and still wanted to kill himself?

Then let's do it, maybe it's more enjoyable to be stabbed... Qian Tang looked like he was slaughtered by the neck. Who knew that Zhang Ximeng took out a volume of books from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"Take it!"

Qian Tang was shocked, "Zhang Xiang, this?"

"This is what I wrote recently. When you return to the countryside in the future, you still have to read more and understand the truth. This matter is for you and your descendants.

are all useful. Teach them well and let them become the pillars of the future. "

Qian Tang's whole person is stupid, and even more stupid is Jie Wen'an and others, the book written by Zhang Xiang was actually given to Qian Tang!

This, this thing to him, is simply a waste of things.

Moreover, this book is almost like a talisman. With this book in hand, who would dare to attack Qian Tang?

What does Zhang Xiang mean? Do you hate Qian Tang, or do you want to protect Qian Tang?

Why did he fall into the hole all of a sudden, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

These people don't understand, but there are many high-ranking people present, such as Zhu Sheng!

When the old man saw it, he almost stunned!

Zhang Ximeng, your kid is the pinnacle!

At the step of Qian Tang, the longer he lived, the more painful and tortured he became. Killing him would make him cheaper.

From the perspective of punishment, it doesn't matter whether he is killed or not.

But Zhang Ximeng was even more powerful. Not only did he not kill him, but he also gave him a book to keep reading, teach his children and grandchildren, and said those words of encouragement.

Qian Tang is equivalent to winning the gold medal for avoiding death, and the people below can no longer do anything to him, and Qian Tang also has a reason to live.

A typical person like him, the longer he lives, the greater the harm to people in Neo-Confucianism, and it is still continuous.

They prefer Qian Tang to die generously. After all, it is a knowledge. Some people are willing to fight to the death and block their lives. There is always some value. Even if they resurface in the future, it is not impossible.

But just like Zhang Ximeng did, a few years later, Qian Tang really realized the Dao and completely abandoned Neo-Confucianism. In that case, Cheng Zhu's Neo-Confucianism really became a joke!

A similar effect is almost like the last king of a subjugated country who becomes an ordinary person, and the educational effect is directly super doubled!

Swinging a knife to kill can only be happy for a while.

The means to slay the heart can bring about a happy life.

Zhu Sheng is now more and more optimistic about Zhang Ximeng. The realm of this young man has improved too fast. It won't take long for him to figure out what he thinks.

The afterlife is terrifying!

Zhang Ximeng instructed to go down, and let the Secretary of Gong Wei send two people to **** Qian Tang home.

This is a real escort, nothing else.

"Zhang Xianggong, the gentleman of ancient times, that's all!"

Qian Tang made a big gift and then left.

A lonely back is extremely desolate and desolate, and these people who came along with Qian Tang have mixed tastes, far from being joyful.

Finally, there is a conclusion to this matter, and it is logical to put Confucius and Mencius and the masters together to worship.

The important civil and military officials accompanied Zhu Yuanzhang and entered the Bailudong Academy. Zhang Ximeng and Lao Zhu were only half a position apart, and Lao Zhu suddenly whispered: "Sir taught us another lesson, do you think we will give it away? Tao An what?"

Tao An!

The Confucian Su who was driven back to his home because of his salary.

"My lord, I heard a while ago that Tao An has died of illness. It is said that before his death, he kept calling for the superior, crying bitterly, and blinding both eyes."

Lao Zhu was stunned, he was actually dead!

"Stop talking about him."

Lao Zhu shook his head and said, "Sir, since we are going to rebuild the academy, why not call it Bailudong Academy?"

This is a very real problem. This place is called Bailu Cave, and the academy is called Bailu Cave.

But things are different now. With Zhu Yuanzhang's support and Zhang Ximeng hosting, there is no doubt that this will be one of the top universities in the world in the future.

Still calling it Bailudong Academy is really inappropriate.

"My lord is wise, and it really needs to be renamed, so please give me a name!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned, ask him to name him?

It seems a bit difficult. He named his son Zhu Biao, and his wife called him more than once, saying that the name was not good.

Now it's the school's turn, isn't this making myself a fool?

"What do you think, sir, how to name it?" Lao Zhuyou kicked the ball back to Zhang Ximeng.

Zhang Ximeng was not so gullible, and immediately said: "My lord, there are several ways to name the school. One is just like Bailudong Academy and other local government schools. It is simple and easy to understand. Some are named based on their functions, such as martial arts and Taixue. Another is to name them based on the idea of ​​running a school and advocate the goal. All in all, how to determine it, I hope the lord will carefully weigh.”

Dude, correct **** again.

The ball returned to Lao Zhu's feet, and it would be a bit embarrassing to ask someone else at this time.

Isn't it just a name, what's so difficult about it?

Old Zhu thought about it for a long time, called Xingzi County School, Jiangzhou School... It doesn't seem to work, Poyang Lake School, does it teach fishing?

It is called the Hundred Schools School for offering sacrifices to the sons?

It seems inappropriate. This school definitely does not teach the knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought. In fact, Zhang Ximeng's proposition is from the learning of hundreds of schools.

Select favorable things, add Zhu Jiajun's ideas, re-integrate, and tinker with a new knowledge.

It's not enough to call it a school of 100 schools. In the end, the 100 schools must be brought together into one!

What would it be called?

Zhu Yuanzhang was thinking about it, and he suddenly remembered something, "Mr. Zhang, you said that this school will recruit children from ordinary people in the future? Do you mean that?"

Zhang Ximeng said: "That's true. The minister's intention is that this academy should be oriented towards the whole country and recruit talents from all over the world, regardless of their background. As long as there are real talents and practical learning, they can enter the academy."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, "At the beginning, Zhu Xi was afraid that he also advertised that he would teach him by recruiting talents from all over the world?"

Zhang Ximeng smiled and said, "Although the words are the same, the effect is completely different. We have a complete official school system, which can ensure that a sufficient number of civilian children are enrolled. For example, the school in front of us will set up Mongolian schools and primary schools. As long as they are five years old, they can enter Mongolian school, starting with literacy, and then learning simple word operations, writing articles, and understanding the world... In fact, the reason why ordinary people have no chance to come forward is that they simply see If you don’t see where the road is, you have no choice but to suffer from poverty. This education is also to enrich the people and save the people!”

When Lao Zhu heard this, he finally took a deep breath, "As expected, as Mr. said...Equally divide the land and acre to help the people...On top of the equalization of land, it is necessary to add a line to promote learning!"

Lao Zhu suddenly thought of something, "Help Simin, help Simin...Sir, this school should be called Jimin School!"

Zhang Ximeng was stunned for a moment, but only nodded and said yes, "Master is brilliant, Jimin Academy, it's really excellent!"

The rest of the people also praised in unison, which is really good!

The news quickly spread outside, and the people who came with him were all cheered up.

Not only the word Jimin, but also Zhang Ximeng's other words are more attractive... He wants to set up a Mongolian school and an elementary school under the school to let the surrounding children enroll.

That is to say, anyone with meritorious deeds who have obtained the surrounding fields, the children of the family can enroll.

Although the following Jimin Mongolian Learning is not the same as the Jimin Academy, the teachers of the Jimin Academy cannot let the Jimin Mongolian learning level be too poor~lightnovelpub.net~ and the children of these teachers may also enter it Studying... So no matter how you say it, even if you study everywhere, it will be different because of location, economy, personnel, tradition...

There is no doubt that this piece of land will become one of the top places in the world.

"I, I want to find a matchmaker, who is willing to find a lady for me, I can't wait, our Zhang family is going to spread its branches here and prosper!"

Zhang Ziming shouted excitedly, and everyone else stared enviously.

The only fortune-teller smiled without saying a word, "I've already made an appointment to get married, but you're still too slow."

At this time, someone coughed. It turned out to be a monk. He had already started to grow his hair without speaking, and even took out an invitation from the words.

"Cough cough... Remember to come over for a wedding drink!"

Zhang Ziming foolishly took the red and gilded invitation, and looked at the monk in disbelief, showing such a terrifying look.

You are so fast!

The monk hehe said: "There is no way, the poor monk is old, and the old bird can only fly first."