Fang Jingwu thought so too. He asked, "Miss, could you please let me have a look at the manuscript to be printed?" Feixu handed in the manuscript of "Winter Vacation Garden". Fang Jingwu read the first two pages. It seems to be a military book. However, it is different from the training on troop deployment in other military books, as it focuses more on building a trusting relationship between soldiers. It is definitely not feasible to use this method to train temporary militia, but if it is used for professional soldiers, the effect will definitely be outstanding. "You really are worthy of being Mr. Siwei..." Fang Jingwu sighed. He continued to flip backwards. Unexpectedly, the third page opens with a sentence:
Those who measure heights use meters, and those who measure depths use rulers. Nowadays, few people are interested in this, so although there are many people with general knowledge and learning, they may not be able to master this. I think that today's historical records should cite the things in the world, examine and discuss their numbers, and record them in the annals to illustrate the beauty of the world's skills. Fang Jingwu:!!! Mr. Siwei is so arrogant that he actually said something like "raise the things in heaven and earth". Moreover, they equate "jue shu" with "worldly arts". Doesn't this mean they don't take other subjects besides arithmetic seriously? tsk... Since Mr. Siwei despises poetry, songs and moral articles so much, why did he still write "The Yangtze River rolls eastward, and its waves wash away all heroes"? Fang Jingwu murmured to himself: "I want to see why Mr. Siwei speaks so arrogantly..." He continued to flip backwards. The result, of course, was that I became more and more frightened the more I read. What Li Qingcha wrote is indeed "all things in heaven and earth", and the subjects involved are so wide that, in addition to mathematics, there are also biology, physics, and chemistry, covering almost all science contents. This is why she writes whatever comes to mind. She worked overnight to write "Winter Vacation Garden". With the mentality of getting the job done in a muddle, she created all kinds of questions, and the result was a comprehensive science test. Fang Jingwu couldn't help but read out loud every question when he read the rest of the questions, especially the prefaces of each section, which he read over and over again, as if he wanted to chew them up and swallow them. "..." "..." "..." Can these postures really be summarized by one person? Fang Jingwu broke out in a cold sweat. a long time,
"Print it," he said. "But, Mr. Fang, it's really not cost-effective to print only eighty copies," said the plate maker. "Then print 8,000." "Hey?" "Such a good thing should be given to every student of the White Egret Academy. Maybe, in the future, refining will no longer be a technology exclusive to the Imperial Observatory." The Confucian tradition is based on the Four Books and Five Classics, so the thread is very clear. The sorcerers of the Imperial Observatory were different. Because they were founded very late, there were no classics to study, so they had always been looking through the notes of their predecessors, which was a bit like word of mouth. If Li Qingcha's set of classics could stay in Bailu Academy... There was a gleam in Fang Jingwu's eyes. He turned to Feixu and said, "Miss Feixu, I still have some specific matters to arrange. Would you like to go out and wait for me first?" Feixu nodded. "The smell here is really a bit strong." This was half true, her main purpose of leaving was to complete other tasks. Fang Jingwu did not doubt it, nodded, and turned to discuss with the plate maker. Flying catkins leave the warp mill. It was just noon, the sun was shining brightly, Confucian scholars walked in groups of three or five towards the gate of Bailu Academy to eat outside. Some studious ones sat in their seats reading books while eating steamed buns. Feixu looked around for a while, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms. "Gu..." Don't be nervous... She warned herself and walked lightly into a classroom. A Confucian scholar heard the noise, looked up, and saw a beautiful woman coming in. He blushed and lowered his head to continue reading. Those who do not go out to eat at noon are mostly children from poor families, and they have no immunity to girls. Flying catkins cover her lips and laugh softly, This group of Confucian scholars are much easier to deal with than the guests of Yicui Tower. She sat down in an empty seat, took out a copy of Li Qingcha's "Golden Plum Vase" from her bosom with a swagger, stuffed it into the pile of books, and then stood up leisurely. This action attracted the attention of a group of Confucian scholars. I want to look but I donāt dare, so I can only take a sneak peek.
Feixu was no longer nervous. He looked around calmly, forcing the group of scholars to lower their heads again. Afterwards, she walked out of the classroom and headed towards her next goal. Chapter 107 A gentleman is upright, why hide his head and show his tail? Imperial College Sutra Factory. Including the principal Wei Xian, a group of bigwigs from Bailu Academy all gathered here to circulate the manuscript. What Li Qingcha wrote seems to be systematic and traceable. In everyone's opinion, the whole book "Winter Vacation Garden" is more like a method. Its purpose is to reveal: how some things are known; what is known and to what extent; How to deal with doubt and uncertainty, and what laws the evidence obeys; How to think and make judgments, how to distinguish between truth and falsehood and superficial phenomena. ā¦ā¦ These contents seem simple, but they are a combination of thinking and experience. At such a young age, it is impossible for Li Qingcha to have such foresight and foresight, unless he was born with the knowledge or had the guidance of some great teacher who has never appeared in the world. Everyone's eyes are exchanged. Li Qingcha's lectures caused flowers to bloom everywhere, and his inscriptions on the stele caused everyone to keep silent. His teacher... hissā¦ā¦ "Could it be that there is still a Confucian in the world today?" Kuang Taichu said in an almost imperceptible voice. "It's possible that it's not Confucianism." someone muttered. "..." "..." A group of great scholars were quite helpless. Confucianism is good in everything, except that it often takes itself too seriously, so it appears that nothing is good at all. Wei Xian said: "Do you remember how the title 'Mr. Siwei' came about?" Everyone nodded, "of course."
"The situation at that time was that Mr. Siwei was teaching at the Imperial Observatory, encouraging those sorcerers and setting an example for all ages. Is it possible that he was a sorcerer..." "No way, isn't it enough for a warlock to have a first-grade supervisor?" "makes sense." Although luck is invisible, intangible, and illusory, it still exists in general. There has always been only one first-rank monk in each sect. A new first-class is born, and the old first-class falls. Judging from the tone of the leaders of Bailu Academy, it seemed that they all believed that it was a foregone conclusion that Li Qingcha would achieve the first rank. They couldn't help feeling depressed. Although all the officials in the court are Confucian scholars, since the death of the saint, there has not been a first-class monk in a thousand years. This has always been a pain for Confucianism. Wei Xian pondered for a moment and changed the subject: "I heard that Mr. Siwei recently wrote another ci poem, and the title of the ci tune is "Linjiangxian". Is it true?" Fang Jingwu replied: "It is true. 'Rights and wrongs, successes and failures are nothing but a passing thought. The green mountains remain, and the sunsets are red again and again', it is really well written." "This poem is so heroic that it deserves to be called the master of my academy." "..." "..." "..." The whole group was silent. They complained in their hearts, Why is the headmaster still thinking of good things? He is even thinking of tricking Mr. Siwei into becoming a teacher in the academy... No one answered. Wei Xian coughed awkwardly: "Just pretend I didn't say anything." Still no one responded. The atmosphere became more awkward. Wei Xian cleared his throat pretentiously and said, "Print out 10,000 copies of Mr. Siwei's manuscript, one for each student, and put the rest in the library. I will take care of it." This matter has been settled. Wei Xian reluctantly handed the manuscript to the plate makers, asking them to make the engravings. "Once it's printed, send me a copy as soon as possible." "Yes."
Fang Jingwu agreed. The others looked at the master and disciple and secretly cursed them for abusing their power for personal gain. Kuang Taichu said: "The questions Mr. Siwei asked are very imaginative. I think everyone must have some questions that they don't understand." The others nodded. Someone followed up on what Kuang Taichu said and said, "I understand what Mr. Kuang means. We will write down the parts we don't understand and send them to Mr. Siwei. If he is willing to explain, that would be great." Of course, you may not want to.