The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 365

[Chapter 365 Before the examination room]

Xiu’er blushed and packed Fang Xiu’s clothes and luggage. After everything was done, she looked at him with a pair of big watery eyes, thought for a while, and said softly: “Young Master is so smart. It must be the Wenqu star in the sky who comes down to earth, and he will definitely pass the exam.”

This was said to Fang Xiu, as well as to herself.

After hearing this, Fang Xiu showed a smile on his face, rubbed her head, and said with a smile: “With your words, Master, I will definitely win.”

Xiuer’s pretty face turned red again, lowered her head, and whispered He said, “Master, it’s getting late. It’s time to set off.”

“Okay.”

Fang Xiu nodded, opened the door, and walked out.

The warm sunshine shines on the body, making it warm.

Zhao Yan stood at her door, looked at him, thought for a while, seemed to think she had nothing to say, and finally said: “Well, can you win?”

Fang Xiu rolled his eyes at her and said, “Didn’t you hear Xiu’er?” After all, Wen Quxing came down to earth, a small rural examination means nothing. “

Now, it was Zhao Yan’s turn to roll her eyes.

For those poor students who have studied hard for more than ten years, the provincial examination is indeed the most important turning point in life.

They have been indoctrinated with the idea that there is a golden house in the book and a beautiful face in the book since they were young. They think that as long as they pass the exam, they can have everything.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

However, for a noble son like Fang Xiu, especially a person like him who only thinks about his life, it is not so necessary.

Even so, because of the old emperor, he still needs to go all out, and no matter how bad he is, he still has to have a good reputation.

In this way, it is justifiable to become an official.

Even though Fang Xiu didn’t care, the old emperor had to

pack everything up before Fang Xiu walked out of the palace.

The carriage has been waiting for a long time.

As soon as Fang Xiu got on the carriage, he went straight to the examination room.

In less than half an hour, I arrived in front of the examination room.

Many candidates have gathered here, in small groups, discussing something with each other.

Others stood alone, with nervous expressions and even trembling bodies.

Students from poor families and children from aristocratic families are clearly distinguished here.

But

the moment Fang Mansion’s carriage appeared, everyone’s eyes turned to him in unison.

Therefore, when Fang Xiu stepped out of the carriage, he trembled subconsciously.

No matter who gets off the carriage and is stared at by so many people with strange looks, it is impossible to remain indifferent.

Of course, after that, he accepted these looks very calmly and even looked back at them one by one.

If not just staring, who wouldn’t?

Many scholars who were obviously poorly dressed looked at him and all lowered their heads subconsciously.

Some children from aristocratic families also turned their heads, trying not to look at him.

After all, this man was a ruthless man who dared to kill the son of the Minister of Civil Affairs in Prince Ning’s mansion.

He also suffers from a brain disease. No one knows whether looking at him will cause his brain disease to relapse, and he will pick up a knife and chop himself.

I still had this useful life to serve the imperial court, but how could it be destroyed in the hands of a madman for no apparent reason.

At this time, they remembered the famous sayings of this madman that were widely circulated in the capital two days ago.

You scholars, who are called scholars, are actually just straight men. You cannot lift it with your hands or carry it on your shoulders.

Naturally, they strongly disagree with these words.

In their view, farming and working is what the mud-legged people do. They are scholars, and they need to do much more than what these mud-legged people do.

How can the two be compared.

The sage Confucius once said: The people can follow it, but they cannot make it known.

This shows what?

It shows that I am different from those so-called ‘people’!

Therefore, in their eyes, what this lunatic said was equivalent to crazy words.

They feel angry but don’t show it.

He was obviously furious, but he acted dismissively, as if he didn’t take Fang Xiu’s words to heart.

However, only they themselves know what they are thinking.

Of course

, everything in this world has two sides.

There are good people, and of course there are bad people.

So there are those who dismiss it, and there are naturally those who believe in the truth.

At this moment, this group of people looked at Fang Xiu, who was walking slowly, with admiration.

They are also scholars, and they are also the targets of Fang Xiu’s scolding.

However, they agreed with those words in their hearts.

In their view, Confucianism today is no longer what it used to be.

Scholars today are also different from those in ancient times.

Scholars in ancient times, even if they did not receive preferential treatment from the court, still worked hard, thinking about their family and country, and serving the country with loyalty.

But today’s scholars are really, as Xin Anbo said, poor and rotten scholars. They can only waggish their lips and gossip, and they are not diligent in all aspects of life. They do not distinguish between grains and grains. They read the books of saints in vain.

These people study, but they disdain to just study.

Therefore, they have envy and admiration for people like Xin Amber who not only study but also do practical things.

Seeing him appear in the examination room of the provincial examination, they all stepped forward and said with cupped hands: “I have met Xin Anbo.”

Fang Xiu has many principles, one of which is to repay kindness with kindness and repay grievance with respect

. If

I give you three points, I will naturally respect you three points.

But if you don’t respect me, then naturally you don’t want me to respect you.

It sounds a bit out of place, but it does make some sense.

Therefore, no matter what the identity of the person who saluted him was, even if he was dressed in rags and looked like a beggar, he would bow his hands and return the salute one by one.

Beside, those scholars who were disdainful of Fang Xiu became even more disdainful when they saw this scene, and even moved to the side, for fear that others would regard them as the same as him.

“What An Pingbo said the other day made the students enlightened. The students have been confused since they were reading the books of saints and sages since they were young. Should scholars just study hard and ignore worldly affairs? I wonder if An Pingbo can help students clear up their doubts?”

At this time, a man The handsome-looking young scholar walked up to Fang Xiu, bowed his hands, and asked.

The young scholar’s attire clearly showed that he was not of ordinary rank, and definitely not a member of a poor family.

When such a person asks this question, it will inevitably make people wonder whether he is deliberately provoking.

However, when Fang Xiu looked at him, he knew that this young scholar sincerely wanted to ask himself this question and was really confused by it.

However, he didn’t know how to answer.

You can’t tell him that a person needs the all-round development of morality, intelligence, body, art, and labor, and that education needs to be combined with productive labor. The two are dialectically unified, and they are not contradictory. However

, when someone asks, you can’t pretend that you haven’t heard it.

The most important thing is that the children next to him, whether they are from poor families or from aristocratic families, all cast their eyes vaguely on themselves, obviously wanting to know how they would answer

(End of Chapter)