Chapter 442 Subversion of Something

Sanhua and Hongyan wandered around the front yard.

Du He thought to himself that since it was an important matter, it must have something to do with the court, so it was not easy to inquire about it.

Cao Er is cooking, and the aroma is tangy.

Wang Laoer and Xu Xiaoyu squatted beside them, watching the sunset and talking nonsense.

"Second brother, why don't I dare to look at the princess?" Xu Xiaoyu scratched his head, "It looks so beautiful at a glance, but I dare not look at it. Who dare not look at those women in Daodefang? Only the princess dare not!"

"That's majesty, what about the princess of the royal family!" Wang Laoer clicked his lips, "But ah! I think the princess's eyes on our husband are not right."

"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoyu was young, and when he heard such things, he became excited.

"Princess looks at Lang Jun's eyes..." Wang Er Er thought for a while, "It's not about relying on you, it's just waiting for... admiration."

"The princess loves your husband?"

Xu Xiaoyu said in surprise: "Those son-in-laws are all well-known! Your husband is not enough."

"Idiot!" Wang Laoer scolded: "Many of those sons-in-law relied on the prestige of their fathers and grandparents to marry the princess. Your husband started from scratch. This is a real skill. How can those people compare?"

Xu Xiaoyu said embarrassingly: "Then you said...the gentleman may have slept with the princess?"

Snapped!

With a slap from behind, Du He scolded: "Your lord and the princess are also things you can arrange?"

...

Jia Pingan only felt that his whole body was fluttering, and his panting sound was like a bellows.

Gao Yang's face was blushing, and a few strands of long hair were sticking to his cheeks with sweat, making him look more charming.

She put her arms around Jia Pingan's neck, "Let me take it easy."

a long time……

"I didn't expect you to look not burly, but..."

"But what?"

"It's nothing..." Gao Yang said in a manly voice, "Lang Jun!"

"Um!"

"Mr. Lang!"

"Um!"

"Mr. Lang!"

Is this bitch finished?

Jia Pingan said angrily: "What are you doing all the time?"

Gao Yang giggled and laughed,

"I like it, I called it, and you responded, and I felt at ease in my heart."

She said softly: "I used to feel like I was floating, unable to step on the ground, as if I was alone. No matter whether it was the emperor or anyone else, they couldn't make me feel at ease. But now... I am really at ease."

this woman...

Jia Ping'an's hands tightened a bit, Gao Yang leaned into his arms, and squeezed hard, as if trying to squeeze into his body.

"I just like watching Lang Jun frighten me with a straight face, and I also like watching Lang Jun striding forward with those hundred knights..."

"At that time, when I looked at you, I thought... what a handsome young man."

"Later, when I was in trouble, you came to help me. You like to do all those things without telling me, and you never want to show credit to me."

"What kind of merit does a man show?" Jia Pingan felt that the man's dignity had been violated, and immediately punished him.

After a long time, Gao Yang panted, "I know that my husband wants to get married, but I can't, but there is always one thing I want to be ahead of them."

Gao Yang smiled like a fox.

Later, she got up and dressed, adjusted her makeup, then rolled up her long hair, turned around and smiled coquettishly, "Lang Jun, do I look good?"

This woman is beautiful and aggressive... Jia Pingan nodded, "It's pretty."

...

In the early morning of the next day, when Jia Pingan opened his eyes, he felt his body shaking.

The bedroom seems a bit foreign, but that's just a mood.

Get up and wash, and then practice the knife.

Wang Lao Er watched from the side, and praised: "Lang Jun's sword skills... are even more powerful."

"Mr. Lang."

After the knife practice was over, Hongyan handed over the towel and looked at Jia Pingan with some doubts.

When she was cleaning the bed earlier, she found several long hairs that were different from Lang Jun's.

And there is a woman's fragrance in the bedding.

The little maid used her brain to think about what the man said and did, trying to guess why.

Could it be that Mr....

She was a little sad, and after Jia Pingan went to the Yamen, she stood there in a daze.

"Cried?"

Sanhua's hateful voice came, and Hongyan shook her head, "I didn't cry."

"I don't need to look to know the intimacy between the gentleman and the princess."

Sanhua proudly said: "Also, you are stupid."

"You are stupid, your whole family is stupid!"

Hongyan came to a "hukou book attack" without a teacher.

Sanhua sneered and said, "If an outstanding man like Mr. Lang lived in Korea, he would have at least a dozen women serving him, plus the women he meets from time to time outside, this man would have hundreds of women in his lifetime..."

I still have a chance, but I need you idiots to join forces.

Sanhua thinks that a stupid woman like Hongyan should not serve by Lang Jun's side, but should replace herself.

As for the powerful men in Goryeo, she knows a lot about it, her father and brother are like this, they can be called the Sea King of Goryeo.

Hongyan turned around slowly, raised her head slightly, and Sanhua wondered how this idiot would respond to herself... Was it feeling sad and depressed, and wanted to join forces; or did she think that she could become one of the hundreds of women...

Hongyan wrinkled her nostrils and said disdainfully, "Is Lang Jun that stupid man?"

You are so right, I am speechless... Sanhua: "..."

...

When they arrived at Baiqi, the brothers were very energetic, and they greeted Jia Ping'an very loudly.

"This is the Baiqi in my mind."

Jia Ping'an was very contented. When he entered the value room, he saw Ming Jing eagerly counting the money.

This woman is probably going shopping again.

"Why do you buy so many things by yourself?"

"I like it!" Ming Jing said sincerely.

I just like to buy, buy, buy.

The chopping party is you.

"Bao Dong!" Ming Jing looked up.

"What is it?"

Bao Dong looked worried.

Ming Jing rested her chin on her hands, and said longingly: "Yesterday in the palace, I heard that there are a few Hu merchants in the East City who have good jewelry. Go and see which one is cheap."

Bao Dong: "..."

He looked at Jia Pingan.

Jia Pingan coughed dryly, "This is a fake public benefit!"

But I really want to see which one is the cheapest!

Ming Jing felt itchy, "They said that there is one that is much cheaper, and if you don't buy it, you will lose money."

Jia Pingan was reading the news, and looked at her sideways, "Even if it's much cheaper, but it's useless for you to buy it, wouldn't it be a waste?"

This fool...Ming Jing said eloquently: "If you buy it, you can take advantage of it."

"Jewelry depreciates, and it's not worth the money if it's not fresh enough."

"But I like to buy."

Then go buy it.

Jia Pingan picked up the news and continued to read.

"Uncle Wuyang, someone from the Imperial Academy is asking to see you."

Jia Pingan was in a daze for a moment, and then remembered that he still had teaching tasks.

Later, he went to the Imperial College.

After entering the Imperial College, the teachers and students he met all looked at him strangely.

"Why?"

Han Wei, who studies mathematics, came to meet him, and asked Jia Pingan about it when he met him.

Han Wei said: "The news of your return spread throughout the Imperial College yesterday, and some people began to slander you, saying that you were relying on the pillow wind..."

This is what Gao Yang said.

When he thought of Gao Yang, those tenderness appeared in his mind.

"After the good news came, those people were dumbfounded." Han Wei said proudly: "No one would have thought that you could make such a contribution by going to Mobei."

It turned out to be surprise?

"Some students said that they wanted to learn from you, and they had conflicts with the teaching assistants."

It seems that I also have admirers in Guozijian.

Jia Ping'an couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

A student suddenly stopped in front of him and cupped his hands, and asked respectfully: "Dare to ask Uncle Wu Yang, are those alien races ready to move?"

Jia Pingan nodded, "Yes, I'm ready to move."

The teachers and students who went to class stopped, and many people looked curiously at Jia Pingan, who was much darker.

A teaching assistant said sharply: "But many people say that the alien races in Mobei and Monan have long been interested in the Tang Dynasty. Isn't Uncle Wuyang afraid of misleading the students by saying this?"

Most of Jia Pingan's supporters in Guozijian are in mathematics. However, most of the mathematics students are the children of ordinary people, while the mainstream of the Guozijian is the children of the powerful, high-ranking officials and big landlords. Therefore, a situation was formed in which commoner students supported Jia Ping'an and wealthy children opposed it.

The student who asked the question seemed to be the son of a rich man, young and passionate, irresistible.

The teaching assistant looked disdainful, as if Jia Ping'an went to Mobei for a vacation.

This is a public opinion war!

Jia Pingan squinted at him, "Do you know what Tiele people are thinking?"

The teaching assistant was stunned.

"Do you know what the Turks are thinking?"

Teaching assistant: "Do you know?"

"Of course I know." Jia Pingan felt that these people had been in the Imperial College for too long, so that they were so unfamiliar with the outside world that they took it for granted. ; I broke into a Turkic tribe and persuaded them to join the clan. I know that they are still remembering the glory of the past, but whenever there is a chance, they will rise again and come to the Wei River again..."

He stared at the teaching assistant. "This is my own experience, and what have you experienced? What else do you have besides high-spirited talk, apart from vitriol? Tell me, what do you know?"

The teaching assistant blushed, "You...I..."

A student shouted: "Uncle Wuyang captured the enemy chieftain alive this time, and even appeased those tribes. He doesn't know... who knows?"

The assistant teacher blushed and quietly hid in the crowd.

Jia Pingan disdains to entangle with such people, but this is a good opportunity to brush his face.

He pressed the knife with one hand, and just walked over under everyone's attention.

"A man should be like this!"

A student couldn't help expressing such emotions, just like Xiang Yu back then when he saw Qin Shihuang's car driving.

"I'll be like Uncle Wu Yang, Wen Neng poetry can crush the world, Wu Neng leads the army to sweep the rebellion..."

But more students watched Jia Ping'an leave with complicated eyes.

The children of the rich and powerful have heard and seen many things since they were young.

Therefore, Jia Ping'an's analysis benefits them the most.

Benefits are benefits, but the new learning is not welcomed in the Imperial College. They feel that the new learning of the dead under the sword violates their own interests, so they feel complicated.

A student cupped his hands at Jia Ping's back, and said loudly: "No matter how many disagreements there are, Uncle Wu Yang's achievements in Mobei are worth emulating for my generation."

Everyone nodded.

"As it should be!"

Jia Pingan then taught a class in mathematics, but this class was not about mathematics, but about the situation in Mobei and Monan.

"Once Tang Dynasty can't control Monan, the Turks' resurgence will be unstoppable."

"If Datang cannot control Mobei, then the rise of the Tiele people will also be unstoppable."

These two judgments made the students explode.

We are Datang!

"Uncle Wuyang, Datang will not give up on Mobei and Monan."

Jia Pingan said with a smile: "That requires Datang to continue to grow stronger. Once weakened, not only Mobei and Monan, but also Northwest and Southwest..."

Datang is really awesome!

When it weakened to the setting sun of the empire, it could still survive in a situation surrounded by powerful enemies.

Later, Jia Ping'an visited Xiao Bo as usual.

Siye Chen Bao is also there, and the two are discussing things.

"Uncle Wuyang is back, congratulations!"

Xiao Bo congratulated with a smile.

Jia Pingan talked about the situation of mathematics, and Xiao Bo remembered something, "I read the textbooks of mathematics, and I don't understand something, so I ask Uncle Wuyang to point it out."

There is a bookcase next to it...

This bookcase is not the kind of later generations.

From the perspective of later generations, Tang's books are probably similar to ancient paintings or imperial edicts.

A very long piece of paper, you can imagine it as a long banner like an ancient painting, with text on it, and the sides are wrapped with axes.

Volumes of "books" are placed in the cloth bag, and this cloth bag is called "Zhi".

Each volume is tagged at the head, hanging out for easy retrieval.

Xiao Bo found the volume along the label, took it out, untied the rope, and pulled the shaft on one side.

"Here you say that arithmetic should be the top of all schools in the Imperial College. This old man thinks it is worth discussing."

He pressed the shaft on one side with his left hand, and slowly opened the shaft on the other side with his right hand, but the book was too long, so he had to roll it up with his left hand and pull it away with his right hand, looking down step by step.

"Also here, you say that arithmetic is the foundation of all learning, this old man thinks it's inappropriate."

Now that Confucianism is respected, Jia Pingan's expression of mathematics seems normal to later generations, but at this time it seems shocking.

It would be polite for Xiao Bo not to say that he is a madman.

But this position is really beyond dispute.

From the perspective of Confucianism, the first thing people live in the world is self-cultivation. Through learning Confucianism, it is crucial to shape the three views of students.

In Xiao Bo's view, the expression that arithmetic is the foundation of all learning is to abandon the three views and go directly to practical learning.

Jia Ping'an can accept this statement.

"Confucianism cultivates the body and mind, and arithmetic is practical, and there is no conflict."

Xiao Bo frowned, "It's not just that conflicts are not conflicts, arithmetic is not enough to be elegant."

"It was the same with Confucianism back then."

Jia Pingan retorted, "Whose knowledge can be popular in the world from the very beginning and become a prominent one? Arithmetic is a practical study, and it is beneficial to learn it. Confucianism is a study that shapes the foundation of students and must be learned. Why can't the two be integrated? ?”

Xiao Bo said indifferently: "The benefits of arithmetic... are not worth mentioning."

The old guy seemed to have held back his anger for a long time, and now he let it all out.

Jia Pingan asked: "Whether it's in the Sixth Ministry or somewhere else, maybe there's less math?"

Xiao Bo said indifferently: "Confucianism is the foundation."

"Confucianism is the knowledge of shaping people, and arithmetic is the knowledge of doing things." Jia Pingan said aggressively: "Does a person only cultivate his body and mind instead of doing things? Then... dare to ask Xiao Jijiu, is he a Taoist or a monk?" ?”

Well!

This counterattack was so sharp that even Xiao Bo couldn't avoid it.

"But those officials in the current dynasty, who were not influenced by Confucianism? Did they ever know how to do things?"

This is sophistry.

Jia Pingan shook his head, "But Confucianism has taught them how to be officials and how to calculate... If so, why did Guozijian set up a calculation school?"

The young man is so aggressive, the old man is speechless... Xiao Bo: "..."

Confucianism is awesome, so what are you doing doing arithmetic?

Jia Pingan didn't seem to have any intention of being modest, and continued: "There was also the theory of the six arts of a gentleman back then, ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics...why do you avoid talking about it?"

The most criticized thing about Confucianism is that a group of old masters are the masters. They can't move, they can't ride horses and shoot arrows, they like to be homeboys, and they stay at home and ponder the knowledge of the sages.

Gradually, these people got into a dead end, blindly pushing Confucianism into the realm of religion and philosophy... By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Confucianism had become a woman's foot wrap, which was long and smelly. Even if you pass the imperial examination to become an official, you have to hire several masters before you dare to go. The trouble caused Shaoxing master to become a traditional advantage employment project.

But now it is Datang, old masters like this are not welcomed by everyone.

So Xiao Bo was speechless, if it was the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the inkstone would have been thrown over in an instant. Then gather ordinary rotten Confucians, beat you up on charges of deviance, and then arrest you and go to the government. When the government heard it... what the fuck, they dared to blaspheme Confucianism and punished them severely!

Therefore, Jia Ping'an especially cherishes the freedom of this era. He can freely talk about the benefits of arithmetic without worrying about being mobbed and beaten. Of course, he is not afraid of being mobbed.

Chen Bao felt that Xiao Bo was a bit embarrassed, so he wanted to ease the atmosphere, "Old man, come and see."

He opened the scroll again and asked Jia Pingan for advice, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Xiao Bo was obviously still somewhat resentful, and finally said: "Could it be possible for the new learning to subvert anything?"

The old man doesn't seem to admit defeat!

Jia Ping'an was happy, pointed to the scroll and said, "The new learning can subvert it."

Xiao Bo picked up the scroll and said with a smile: "Since many years ago, no matter it is a short book or what, it has always looked like this. Does Wuyang Bo think this is inappropriate?"

"Of course not!"

Jia Pingan had had enough of scrolling books for a long time, and made some pamphlets himself, but today's mainstream is still scrolling books, and they are still manuscripts.

Think of the manuscripts of earlier generations, it was the excited heart, the trembling hands... and now this is all the rage.

Xiao Bo shook his head, "So, I will wait and see."

Jia Pingan's heart moved, "If I can make the book more convenient and get it out quickly, Xiao Jijiu..."

Boy, is this a bet?

I think you were not born when the old man was in the gambling world!

Xiao Bo's heart moved slightly, "If you can make it happen, I promise you, if you can't, you also promise me, okay?"

What Jia Pingan was waiting for was this sentence, secretly happy in his heart, but held back, "So...a word from a gentleman!"

He reaches out.

Xiao Bo smiled and stretched out his hand, "A four-horse horse is hard to catch!"

The two clapped their hands together, and the game was settled.

But Xiao Bo was worried that Jia Ping'an would play tricks, so he said: "Chen Siye can be a witness."

I was looking for someone to testify, but you actually offered to bring it up... Chen Bao's son, Chen Xiang, is Jia Ping'an's student, and he dared not play tricks.

"good!"

Xiao Bo was secretly proud.

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