Baiyun Mountain, in a quiet wooden house,

It was hard for Chen Xueli to imagine that this was the Yang Fan who caused such turmoil in Jiangnan.

Looking at the young man in front of me, with his handsome face and kind smile, it is impossible to tell that he is a murderer in the eyes of others.

Acting recklessly and caring about human lives... are the words Chen Xueli has heard most these days, and they are also comments about the young people in front of him.

What's more, Yang Fan was described as a devil who specializes in eating children.

Although Chen Xueli knew that this was a counterattack launched by the Jiangnan nobles unwillingly, he still felt a little unhappy in his heart.

For Chen Xueli, who is deeply influenced by Confucianism, the behavior of Yang Fan who slaughtered officials indiscriminately without consulting the court was still disgusting.

However, this guy is really a scoundrel.

He drank tea all the time after entering the house and didn't say the reason for his visit. He was just a slut.

In desperation, Chen Xueli could only say: "I wonder what the reason for the Governor's visit to the humble residence today is?"

Seeing that the stubborn old man couldn't help but speak, Yang Fan said with a smile: "Mr. Chen is a famous scholar in the world. When I come to Jiangnan, of course I have to pay a visit."

Chen Xueli snorted: "I can't stand you being like this. Tell me, what's the matter with you today?"

Yang Fan did not hide any more and told the purpose of coming today.

After hearing Yang Fan's words, Chen Xueli's eyes lit up and he was obviously interested in making a move, but he soon became dark again.

Looking at Yang Fan, Chen Xueli hesitated and sighed: ""The Analects of Confucius. Tai Bo" said: The people can follow it, but they cannot know it. If all the people in the world can read the book, how can they still follow the emperor's instructions? Will it?"

"Your idea is truly unprecedented in history. Unfortunately, neither the Jiangnan nobles nor the king will allow this to happen."

Yang Fan smiled indifferently, pretending to be contemptuous and said: "Mr. Chen, you claim to be orthodox Confucianism, but you didn't expect such a distorted interpretation of the saint's meaning. It's really disappointing!"

Hearing this, Chen Xueli's beard almost stood up and he yelled angrily: "Ignorant boy, you dare to humiliate me. If you don't give me an explanation, this matter will never be over."

As a representative of Confucianism in the south of the Yangtze River, he is as famous as Kong Yingda, a representative of Confucianism in the north. Now Yang Fan says that he has misunderstood the meaning of the sage Kong, and he is very graceful if he does not fight on the spot.

Yang Fan was calm and did not explain immediately, but said: "As a saint, Confucius had profound cultivation and profound wisdom. Does Mr. Chen think that Confucius is the kind of person who fools the people?"

Although he didn't know what Yang Fan meant, Chen Xueli certainly didn't believe that his idol would be a saint who fooled the people, so he nodded affirmatively and said: "Sage Kong is certainly not that kind of person!"

Yang Fan smiled faintly and said: "I also know that Saint Kong is not that kind of person. What I mean is that future generations have misunderstood what Saint Kong meant?"

Chen Xueli looked confused: "Wrong understanding? How is it possible?"

Yang Fan's words were precise: "In my opinion, the words of Confucius should be understood in this way: if the people can do it, let them know it; if they don't do it, let them know it."

"What Confucius meant is that if the people approve it, let them follow it. If they don't approve it, give them explanations and inspirations, and let them read and read to understand better. This is in line with Confucius's simple and democratic thoughts, Mr. Chen

what you think?"

If the people can do it, let them follow it; if they can't, let them know it...

Chen Xueli seemed to be crazy and kept mumbling something, which had subverted his previous understanding of this sentence.

He couldn't help but wonder if he really didn't understand the saint's meaning as Yang Fan said.

Looking at Chen Xueli's appearance, Yang Fan remained silent, just waiting quietly.

Of course he knew how much impact these words had on Chen Xueli.

After all, Confucius was originally loyal to the emperor and ignorant of the people. It is just that later generations beautified the sage Confucius, and another understanding emerged.

The conflict between two completely different ideas will of course make people confused and even confused.

And people have a subtle motive, always thinking that the idols they worship are perfect.

It is undeniable that Chen Xueli is the same, so Yang Fan's understanding of beautifying Confucius' thoughts is approved by Chen Xueli.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Chen Xueli felt that he was old for the first time, and sighed: "I pride myself on being no weaker than others in my life, but I misinterpret the meaning of the saint. I am really ashamed!"

Yang Fan Cancan said: "As long as people can make mistakes, why should Mr. Chen care about it? There are many ignorant people in the world. Only by letting them know can they better serve the empire, so I ask Mr. Chen to spare no effort."

Chen Xueli took a deep look at Yang Fan and refused: "I haven't learned it thoroughly myself, so what's the point of preaching and teaching?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan was dumbfounded!

Unexpectedly, his showoff would make this famous Jiangnan scholar feel disheartened.

Of course, Yang Fan would not give up just like that. After all, he still wanted to take advantage of this Jiangnan scholar!

After thinking about it, Yang Fan said excitedly: "This junior has collected countless interpretations of saints in the school. Don't you want Mr. Chen to go and take a look?"

"If Mr. Chen is willing to work in a certain school, the younger generation can recruit Confucian students from all over the world and ask them to compile a Confucian classic with you. What do you think?"

"It is said that Mr. Kong Yingda and Mr. Kong combined the strengths of northern and southern Confucianism in Chang'an and are compiling the "Five Classics of Justice". Doesn't Mr. Chen think that he can't compete with him?"

Hearing this, Chen Xueli was immediately unhappy!

Confucianism in the north and the south has always been dissatisfied with each other. Now Yang Fan said that he was not as good as Kong Yingda, and his beard was trembling with anger.

Without thinking much about it, Chen Xueli stood up suddenly and said angrily: "Will I be inferior to that guy? Huh, let's go to your school right now. I will also compile a book to compete with that old man.

Down."

Yang Fan chuckled: "Mr. Chen, let's go first. I'll help you. If you need to pack anything, you can just tell my useless hands to get off!"

Seeing Yang Fan's anxious look, Chen Xueli gradually calmed down. He knew that he had been tricked!

But words spoken are like water thrown out, of course it is impossible to take them back.

The more Chen Xueli thought about it, the more depressed he became, so he had no choice but to push away Yangfan's hand to support him, and said with some displeasure: "I'm not old enough to need help from others. I can't bear it if you use your hypocritical tactics on others. However,

No wonder you kid can play around with the Jiangnan nobles."

Yang Fan was not embarrassed, and said with a smile: "You are too old. You have lived such a long life, how can the younger generation deceive you? You just don't want to see the common people having no way to study."

"The reason why this junior supports you is just to show the joy in your heart, but you don't even give this junior a chance, which really makes this junior sad."

Yang Fan's pretentious look directly made Chen Xueli laugh: "Are you sad? I heard about it when I went to Chang'an last time. I can't find anyone thicker-skinned than you in the whole world."

Yang Fan's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "How is it possible? The Jiangnan gentry are much thicker-skinned than the younger generation. They are using secret tricks to prevent my school from recruiting all the students."

Chen Xueli looked at Yang Fan and seemed extremely speechless.

Although he knew that there could never be reconciliation between Yang Fan and the Jiangnan nobles, it was the only way to blatantly use each other against them.

Arriving at Huating County with Yang Fan, Chen Xueli looked at the current situation with great interest.

He has been to Huating County before.

In his memory, this was a poor and backward small county with no special features except for its rich seafood.

But now there is a huge flow of people, and various places are undergoing large-scale renovations, giving them a completely new look.

Although he did not go to the planned site Yang Fan mentioned for on-site inspection, he was still full of expectations for the school Yang Fan mentioned.

In order to express the importance he attached to Chen Xueli's arrival, Yang Fan notified all officials in Huating County and the gentry in the county to host a banquet for Chen Xueli directly at the Huating County Government Office.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Everyone present also knew that Chen Xueli, a great scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, was coming to serve in the school, and they all wanted to send his children to come.

In this way, Yang Fan's task of pulling the tiger's skin to pull up the banner is half completed.

After everyone dispersed, Chen Xueli finally saw how rogue Yang Fan was.

With such a large formation, this guy is obviously using his reputation to recruit talents.

But he had already entered the tiger's den, and there was no way he could escape unscathed.

Depressed, Chen Xueli could only ask: "When will your school start? I don't like your kind of socializing."

Yang Fan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, you have to rest for a few days. To be honest, it's still a little early. The construction of the school will take at least two or three months. If you want to officially start classes, it will have to be after the autumn harvest, and everything will be done."

We have to plan everything from scratch, so we can only take our time.”

Chen Xueli couldn't help but sneered: "You are so old and cunning. So you brought me here so early just to build a sign? Let me put this sign here. How can you, the governor, really know how to scheme?"

He is not that easy to deal with, he becomes more mature with age!

Yang Fan was a little embarrassed, so he could only say: "Look at what you said, how can you say it is a conspiracy? This junior let the news out, and Confucian students from Jiangnan also came. If you want to compile a classic in the future, you will have someone to help you."

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After saying that, Yang Fan also made an expression like "I'm thinking about you."

Chen Xueli was so angry that his eyes bulged.

Who wants to compile a classic? Isn't it your boy's way of provoking others?

On second thought, it's actually pretty good.

Kong Yingda convened many Confucian scholars in Chang'an to jointly compile the "Five Classics of Justice". If he also produced a Confucian classic, he would at least not be inferior to him.

Compiling a classic cannot be completed by one person. It requires the help of many people to successfully compile it.

But no matter what, Yang Fan is so blatantly using his reputation to recruit talents. Isn't this trying to pull off a tiger's skin?

They just used my name to recruit talents, but they actually spoke so plausibly that Chen Xueli was so angry that he really wanted to kill someone.

But when he thought that he would have the opportunity to compile a Confucian classic and be admired by later generations of Confucian scholars, Chen Xueli was so enthusiastic that he wished Yang Fan could recruit more talents.

You must know that Kong Yingda gathered nearly a hundred Confucian students in Chang'an, and he did not want to be weaker than others.
To be continued...