A few people were just told about their shortcomings by Zhang Yuangong. Seeing Brother Yuan in front of them, it was not easy to smooth things over, so they just got on the carriage with a frown.
The atmosphere in the carriage was a little cold at first, but after walking a few steps, it started to liven up again.
When we arrived at Xiaolian Tea House, we ordered a private room on the second floor, closed the door, and immediately became lively again.
The center stage downstairs is a magic show. There is only a railing on the inner side of the private room on the second floor, so there is no obstruction to the view. It's really fun to watch those faces change, breathe fire, and swipe cards.
"Brother Yiyuan, thank you for your hospitality today. I wanted to come and visit Jiangnan, but I didn't know that next to Xiaolian Teahouse is Xiaolian Theater. The design there is even more suitable for watching these performances. It's okay. Noisy interference. Now the stage here has become a place for attracting customers and training new geishas. It must be operated in the same way in Hangzhou."
The person who spoke was the one who had previously stated that he would give up the imperial examination and plan to go directly. Young Master Chu Wensheng was struggling to make a living in Hangzhou.
"Well, well, that's true. I didn't expect that Beijing would follow Hangzhou's model so quickly. Although the business operations are similar, the performance of this show has a unique flavor. Beijing is heavy on gravity while Hangzhou is heavy on softness. Each has its own merits. Everyone has his own merits." King Yu was woken up from the wonderful show. He quickly agreed and continued. There was a section in the middle where the performance was like a dramatic transformation. There was a man and a woman. The woman had no makeup on her face. It was obvious that she was a pretty girl from the south of the Yangtze River. King Yu felt a pity for her, and he could hardly move his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry, I also like these miracle sideshows, and I was distracted for a moment. I haven't been to the second floor of the bookstore today, but I didn't see you waiting there. I see that in Hangzhou, the second floor is full of people. The discussion place, why don't you go up and discuss your strategies?"
As soon as they reached the second floor, everyone felt a little downcast, and it took a long time for Chu Wensheng to speak
"One yuan Brother, the second floor of this bookstore is different from the past. In August, a student from the south named Yun Jianming came to debate for six consecutive times, and his opponents were speechless. Now the second floor is basically empty. They are students from the Yuan Confucian family. They have many wealthy businessmen who have donated money, so they basically occupy the three private rooms and the auditorium on the second floor all year round. We are not from the Yuan Confucian family, so naturally we can't go up, so as not to attract attention. "< /p>
"Oh, I remember that Yuanru is very famous in Hangzhou. Do you think there is something wrong with you not joining Yuanru?" King Yu knew that Yun Jianming was fighting Xinxue in Hangzhou and he was beaten to death. I can’t get off the stage. But it was hard to point it out at this time, so I followed the conversation and asked.
"It's not that we think the original Confucianism is wrong, it's just that everyone learns Confucianism based on what they have learned in their hearts. It's not good to join the organization and be uniform." Another person, Sun Shaozhang, said with twinkling eyes.
"Isn't a standard bad? How do they determine the standard?" King Yu continued to ask curiously.
"One standard, thousands of people are alike, and ten thousand people are of the same mind. Isn't this the legalist way? Who is you?" Sun Shaozhang expressed his worries.
A standard, a statement, and a point of view really leave too little room for oneself. This is a high-sounding statement, but since Confucianism evolved from Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism to Yangming Xinxue, there have been no saints. At first glance, it seems that Yun Jianming is rushing to become a saint. Everyone can accept dead saints or saints in remote areas, but once a saint is around, everyone becomes a little rebellious.
"Okay, I admit, I am just a little unconvinced by him. Why is the standard he said the standard? For thousands of years, everyone has always understood it and it is reasonable. How can he Like this, even before the final manuscript is published, they are clamoring for unified standards. I can't understand this style of behavior." Sun Shaozhang said with a blush.
By this time, King Yu was even more curious about the standards proposed by Yun Jianming. Unexpectedly, Yun Jianming, who was running around in despair in Hangzhou, could actually kill everyone in the capital. It's true that the sentence is printed, people will live if they are moved, but trees will die if they are moved.
Chu Wensheng took over the conversation at this time, "Brother Yiyuan, the key to the problem is that Yun Jianming used the method in the Shanxi Apocrypha written by Yan Ruochu, a great scholar from Shanxi. If this method is approved, wouldn't it mean that The truth of the book is fake. Then what we scholars have learned these years and what we have been studying in the imperial examination for two hundred years are all jokes."
At this point, King Yu understood what this group of people was struggling with. This is unreasonable, leaving only the last bit of stubbornness. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft