Previously, I met the Xu family father and son because of a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup. In a blink of an eye, there was a series of storms outside. This was the first time Wang Fulin came to visit. △↗,. Compared with Xin'an Guild Hall, this small inn can be said to be extremely simple. The lobby facade is facing north, and the store in the daytime is still dim, and the rooms inside are even more cramped. When the guide guy took them to a room in the corner, the door opened with a creaking sound. When the boy who opened the door saw the guy's face, he turned around and shouted: "Dad, I'm here to ask for the room again!"

When Xu Sicheng, who was packing his luggage in the room, heard this, he couldn't help but throw down a jacket in his hand, got up and walked out quickly: "I said that if you go to get things for a pawn tomorrow, you will definitely settle the house and leave before leaving. You don't have to keep urging... Ah, is it Mr. Wang?"

Seeing that Xu Sicheng's angry face suddenly showed a very obvious embarrassment, Wang Fulin felt embarrassed and immediately said embarrassedly: "Mr. Xu, after that time, because of the constant storm in the outside world, I delayed it until today to visit."

As he said that, Bizhu, who was dressed as a book boy in men, gave a wink, and immediately called the clerk away when he saw someone. He looked at Xu Guangqi and smiled and said, "Look at how you father and son are you planning to return to your hometown?"

Xu Sicheng did not go to see the list in person, but there were 135 people in the provincial examination list. All inns and hostels in Nanjing were copied. In addition, Wang Fulin reported his hometown and name to him, he had known that Wang Fulin was on the current list. He was a big old man but he was still a mere scholar. However, after high school, he still visited the father and son. He could only say politely: "I have to go back to my hometown. I have been out for too long, and I am afraid that my family will worry about it."

Seeing that Xu Sicheng had no intention of letting them enter the house, Wang Fulin saw that the furnishings inside were simple and there was even an indescribable smell of mold in the house. Of course, he would not force himself to go into the house to sit. He knew from Jiang Wenming that the poorer the scholar, the more he was more respectful. If he thought he was rich, he would help him directly but instead help him. Just when he and Xu Sicheng were talking about unnutritional words, Xiaobei had already asked Xu Guangqi with great interest in the places he had been to Nanjing before. As she asked, she asked about the famous academies in Nanjing.

"By the way, you came to Nanjing with your father this time. Have you ever been to Chongzheng Academy on Qingliang Mountain?"

"No." Xu Guangqi shook his head and said with some regret, "Chongzheng Academy was the academy built by Lord Geng when he was in charge of Nanzhili. Mr. Jiao Hongjiao was famous in the Southeast. However, this time Lord Geng presided over the provincial examination, Chongzheng Academy temporarily closed, saying that it was to avoid contamination. I heard that the Luming Banquet will be reopened today, but unfortunately I will follow my father back."

"Do you really want to go to Chongzheng Academy?" Wang Fulin didn't think about helping the growth of the seedlings. But since he met a generation of Western learning masters in the future, he couldn't help anything else. He could still achieve some small wish for the little guy. He immediately asked a smile. Seeing Xu Guangqi glanced at his father sideways and nodded, he said to Xu Sicheng with a smile, "Brother Xu, it's better to do this. Tomorrow you will leave your luggage in the Xin'an Association. If it's too early when you come back, you will set off with your son to return to Songjiang Mansion. If it's not too early, just deal with me for one night. The child has a rare wish. Wouldn't it be best to let him achieve it?"

Today, the Communist Party of China was the second time we met with Wang Fulin. Of course, Xu Sicheng didn't want to owe others favors, but not only his son wanted to visit Chongzheng Academy, he also wanted to go and have a look. To be honest, if the family business passed down by his father had not been exhausted due to his imperial examination road, he had to consider the livelihood of his family, and he himself also wanted to go to Chongzheng Academy to study. Therefore, seeing his son's expectant gaze, he finally nodded slightly and agreed.

When he said goodbye and left the dilapidated inn, Wang Fulin asked Bizhu and learned that the Xu family and son lived in a room of fifty cents a day, but the accumulation was too small. In a total of one month, the meal and room money had accumulated a total of three taels of silver. When Xu Sicheng was in his hometown, he relied on being a private school teacher for others, and also made money by selling calligraphy and paintings. He never accepted a more profitable paper business. Because Songjiang was expensive, a long-term worker earned twelve taels of silver a year, and his wife had to take care of a few acres of thin land with an old servant, and sometimes he helped him work. But now there are scholars in Nanjing, and calligraphy and paintings cannot be sold at all, so the money is not enough.

"It seems that the couple who sells duck blood vermicelli soup is still smart people. At least they can maintain the expenses of the family of three in Nanjing." Xiaobei said and asked Bizhu, "You didn't help the Xu family's father and son..."

"Although I brought the money, I still didn't give it to you." Bizhu saw Wang Fulin nodding in praise, and she immediately explained, "But I asked my friend that the shop where Xu Xianggong consigned calligraphy and paintings, it would be better to turn around and have someone buy a few pictures quietly and send money to them father and son."

"I have so many things to do good things these days." Xiaobei couldn't help but wonder when he heard this, and then said to Wang Fulin with joy, "Fortunately, I happened to ask that question. I want to go to Chongzheng Academy too! Lord Geng is the chief examiner of this provincial examination. It's hard for you to meet alone, so I can't do it. It's better to go and see the academy he created. In addition to talking about his arrangement of Shi Guifang as a detoxifying powder, my mother also said that he was very knowledgeable and came from the Wangxue Taizhou School, which is also related to you. What's more, he also made efforts in his father's funeral back then. I haven't thanked him yet, so I went to visit Chongzheng Academy and fulfilled my wish."

Although Xiaobei did not continue to say it, Wang Fulin naturally knew what it meant. No matter what, Geng Dingxiang sent someone to send Hu Zongxian's coffin from the awning on the roadside of Ningguo Mansion to Jixi Longchuan, and he stroked the coffin and cried to pay tribute to him personally. Even if Xiaobei's surname is Ye but not Hu, of course, he still needs to remember this favor. So he gently grabbed Xiaobei's hand and said with a smile: "That's best, go to Chongzheng Academy tomorrow and kill a few birds with one stone."

Bizhu smiled. When she entered the back door of Xin'an Guild Hall, she looked back inadvertently, feeling that a figure seemed to flash across the corner of the wall not far away. After a closer look, she didn't care too much. She raised her foot and crossed the threshold and went in. It was not until the master and servant disappeared in the corner that someone stuck his head out, but stared at the direction of the gate for a long time.

"It's from Huizhou Prefecture... It's Geng Dingxiang who handled his father's funeral... and the face that could vaguely see his childhood outline... Could it be..."

In the 41st year of Jiajing, when Geng Dingxiang was in charge of Nanzhili, he founded Chongzheng Academy and personally taught with Wang Ji, Luo Ruzheng and others. For a time, Chongzheng Academy on the eastern foot of Qingliang Mountain was very popular. Young talents like Jiao Rong devoted themselves to the school. There were dozens of dormitories alone and hundreds of students listened to the lectures. However, because Geng Dingxiang took the provincial examination ten years later, the Chongzheng Academy, which had always been attending the school, was immediately closed for a month for the first time. It was not until the Lu Ming Banquet that the mountain gate was opened again to the students. Geng Dingxiang, who had always avoided suspicion, came here quietly with only two servants.

Jiao Hong is Geng Dingxiang's proud disciple. In recent years, Chongzheng Academy has not set up a mountain chief, and he is almost responsible for internal and external affairs. Even though many famous scholars come here to teach, he never shows any timidity during the handover. Even though he failed the exam many times, he is still famous and has a faint reputation as a talented man. Now that his mentor is revisiting his hometown, he accompanied him through the lecture hall and talked about the stories of the past, he gradually became moved. Geng Dingxiang knew that he had a different identity now. After wandering outside for a while, he came to Jiao Hong's living room. Seeing that it was no different from the school hall of ordinary students, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction and took the exam to get the academic knowledge of his disciples.

It was not until the end that he sighed: "Mr. Yangming created the lineage of the Heart Learning, and then continued to be the Taizhou School. However, many people have been too unscrupulous over the years. Some people have entered Confucianism with Zen, and some have used Confucianism to enter Zen. Some have disliked ethics and despised ethics. Some have been addicted to fighting dragons and snakes with naked hands, claiming to be chivalrous, and they have lost the essence of Wang Xue! Reflecting on themselves, not being in vain, and speaking in the heart, adhering to the ethics of the sages, this is what the descendants of Wang Xue really should do!"

Speaking of this, Geng Dingxiang couldn't help but think of Wang Fulin's article without any trace of mental learning, but instead explained ethics very well. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

But at this moment, someone knocked on the door outside and said, "Mr. Geng, Chief Jiao, a scholar outside took a woman into the academy and started arguing with others."

Geng Dingxiang said that the mind is a skinny, but Neo-Confucianism is the inner world. When he suddenly heard this, his face suddenly darkened and he was a little angry. However, Jiao Rong was much more enlightened and hurriedly said to the side: "Teacher, there are often scholars and families in Chongzheng Academy to look for relatives. After all, it involves human relations, and women have never been able to stop them from entering and leaving, so..."

"Hmph, I want to see, now that the provincial examination has just ended, are there some people who are so proud to travel with prostitutes, and even regard the places where you read the books of sages like Chongzheng Academy as some places where you hide dirt!"

Seeing that Geng Dingxiang was so angry that he went straight out, Jiao Rong was stunned at first, and then quickly chased after him, but he did not forget to call the book boy who had just come to report the message. However, the book boy didn't know the specific process. When they arrived at the place surrounded by many people, a sharp voice came from the center.

"It is not certain whether the results are calculated or not!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!