"But how do you ensure that your index is implemented?" Song Yingchang still didn't understand.
"Then it depends on my future students. It depends on how good my index is. But it’s okay. One generation should not always do the same things as the other. Thinking about any great master who could save the world by himself, couldn't even Sage Kong save Zhou and Lu?" Liu Junmo sighed with a smile. Although the shadow of exponential success is not there yet, as a young person, it is still timely to imagine the beauty after success.
"Oh" Song Yingchang immediately understood his situation and why Gao Hanwen asked him to only study and not debate the scriptures in public. Because I am the key to the governance introduced by the teacher. At this moment, we can understand why Teacher Gao was not in a hurry to be transferred back to the capital after the success of the national policy of "changing rice into mulberry". Maybe Teacher Gao is the same and has no intention of joining the cabinet at all.
Thinking of this, the corners of Song Yingchang's eyes became moist. They say that teachers and students are one, but I never thought that I would replace the teacher to practice and prove it, and forcefully steal the teacher's glory.
After looking at Song Yingchang in a daze for a long time, his eyes only occasionally twitched.
Liu Junmo said, "Brother Song, now I know how good your life is. There is a teacher who is willing to be the cornerstone for you. Later, Uncle Gao will point out your problems. As for the problem of Western theory, you I will definitely give it back to Master Gao. In this way, theoretical and implementation issues can be discussed separately. Just prepare for the exam with peace of mind and don't get involved in these Confucian-Western disputes. Just don't let Uncle Gao down.
Bian Ke's life is not so good. Even if I am not a good teacher, I have a lot of disciples and disciples to take care of. I have no chance to give me food. After twenty years of studying, I have achieved nothing. Take the risk and make some money."
"Don't" Song Yingchang originally wanted to say, don't talk about his teacher like that. But the words reached his lips and he swallowed them. Because when compared to my own teacher, these words seem to lack empathy.
"Haha, it's okay. My teacher doesn't care either. We are all poor scholars. Talking to each other will have no impact." Liu Junmo knew what Song Yingchang was embarrassed about just now, and quickly broke the awkward atmosphere.
"Next, how does Brother Liu plan to experience the benevolence and righteousness among the people?" Song Yingchang came back to his senses and asked seriously.
“I haven’t thought about it yet. However, Uncle Yan’s greetings are quite popular in major restaurants, restaurants and dental shops. I may have to go to these places to work and experience it first. I’m sorry to say that I am such a Confucian scholar. I haven't worked in the fields for many years. I don't know if I can adapt to it later, so I have to bite the bullet," Liu Junmo said half-jokingly.
At this time, Song Yingchang discovered that Liu Junmo, a Shandong man who was almost forty years old, had fingers that were even more slender and tender than his own, a boy from Jiangnan. It was obvious that he had never done any work since he was a child. This was really embarrassing for him.
"In this way, in order not to interfere with your scientific examination, I will experience it myself first, and then I will imitate your teacher's academic report and write a fewshare. Then I will bring the report to discuss with Brother Song. I hope Brother Song can give me some advice. At that time, we will summarize an objective benevolence and righteousness indicator that has no endogeneity problems. If this can be proven for Confucianism, then Western learning has also been proven, right?" After Liu Junmo finished speaking, he stood up.
"Brother Song, wish me good luck. "Goodbye." After saying this, Liu Junmo automatically exited the room.
As soon as he left the door, the Jin Yiwei quickly closed the door. A large group of Confucian scholars living in the student residence suddenly surrounded them, unable to break through the door. He had no choice but to talk to Liu Junmo, who had just come out of the house. Liu Junmo remained silent as he squeezed out of the student residence and disappeared into the street.