I don’t know how high the half-step human Rui is!

Cao Xian, who had experienced too much, did not intend to abandon Li Dong or anyone else. He was a 95-year-old man, and he was not as close as Lu Deming, and there were all the gentry in Suzhou staring behind him. Jiangdu, which was ten years old in Zhenguan, could still vaguely see the destruction of the past and had not recovered from the memory of the ruins of the ruins.

"In this way, in the Hanyang Academy, the official academic principles still need to be taught. It's not that I'm boasting that I want to open a museum, and all the famous Hanyang scholars are coming."

"How about bragging? It's just that this matter is not the old senior, and it's just a waste of criticism."

"Noisy."

Cao Xian waved his hand, took a sip of Wuyi Mountain tea, touched his beard and continued, "It is also a feint for you. The professor who opened the museum is also for others. After the school opened, I suggested to open a new branch. Knowing that you have a property in Xiaobishan, it would be better to set up a Xiaobishan branch."

"Linzhang Mountain."

"Everything is OK, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

As he said that, he seemed to have thought of something. Banbu Renrui scratched his head, "But there is one thing, Linzhangshan Branch must not allow the children of the Jiangxia gentry in Hanyang to enter. Outside, I will vaguely pass it in the name of "supporting the poor and the weak."

"I'm working on the old senior."

"The rest depends on your plan. Lu Qiyan will do everything step by step, so that I can open my eyes and see."

To achieve this, Cao Xian is definitely the most righteous.

In fact, he didn't have to do this, but Jiangdu, which was once as prosperous as oil, was burned by the Yuwen family at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and the emperor died there. Life is not satisfactory and its hometown is broken. It is really a sad past.

The 95-year-old Cao Xian watched his junior students die in front of him one by one. Not only his junior disciples, but also the Sui Dynasty that unified the world, died in front of him.

Humble, pray, berthless, fear, anger, joy... The last thing left is nothing but neither sad, joy, nor surprise, nor angry, and a little seeking, and a little thinking.

What is hard to be strong is Cao Xian's personal needs, while Banbu Renrui still has a little bit of ideals. But he is not as brave as the twenty-year-old Zhang De. He does not expect that one day no one will write "There are great scholars in talking and laughing, but no white men in contact with each other", and never even expects that "the poor scholars in the world will compete to open their faces."

If every hero and every hero have to set a small goal for their life, then Cao Xian, who is 95 years old, should have 32,485 small goals in the eighty-nine years since he was able to write poetry at the age of six to the present.

Just as Li Shimin met an uncommon character and asked someone to ask everyone about Cao Xian, Cao Xian’s small goal in life is to deal with words.

He was a philologist. Yang Guang asked him to participate in the compilation of "Guiyuan Zhucong", and later annotated "Guangya". In his spare time, he wrote a volume of "Miscellaneous Records of Ancient and Modern Characters".

Regarding "shuowen Jiezi", Cao Xian could not avoid this era.

Unfortunately, when he was young, he had dozens of disciples. As a result, war, political struggle, and clan power struggle caused more than half of his disciples to die. The remaining ones were still a year away. The ones who lived the longest were still a year away.

If a person can look back on his cruel past calmly and send him a black-haired man dozens of times in a row, what will happen to such a person?

"Chu Di Duo Lin, why should I look at me for the old senior? Let's find another disciple."

"Just have Lu Qi."

Zhang De did not advise such an old man, unless he was willing, no one could persuade him to accept disciples. Lu Zhaolin was favored by God, so he asked him to join Cao Xian's disciple.

"Although I just ask about the branch, I have a doubt in my heart and hope to resolve the doubts."

"Please speak with me, and you know everything."

"If the branch eliminates the Hanyang Jiangxia gentry and the son of local farmers, craftsmen and merchants, if it is attracted, it is afraid that it will attract suspicion and attack sooner or later. Without a boy, everything will be stopped. Furthermore, there is no shortage of disciples. If you cannot be united and you will eventually turn against the imperial examination, this is a fixed number."

There are not many things that are thought about in the past, and they are basically on the spot. Even if you set up a branch, you cannot recruit children of aristocratic families in name, and the children of rich families cannot do it. If you find local peasant children, hunters, craftsmen, children, it will be fine for one or two years. Over time, the self-awareness generated by knowledge will conflict in real life.

This kind of conflict is based on the vast difference in strength between the two classes.

Then, some people may fight, but more, in order to gain equal strength, they turn to the court and obtain the power granted by the state from the imperial examinations to enhance their voice.

A vicious cycle.

"The branch students are not from Mianyu and E."

Zhang De's answer was very simple, but Cao Xian was a little surprised. Obviously, this answer was very weird. If you don't use the people from Mianzhou and Ezhou, where did you come from?

After a while, Zhang De seemed to hesitate, but he lowered his voice and said something that shocked Cao Xian, a 95-year-old man, was shocked.

"If you don't hide it from the old senior, you can still decide the life and death of a million people with just one word."

Zhang De didn't know whether the emperor could really put a million corpse in a rage. However, it was very easy for a powerful capitalist to put a million corpse in a mile, to cut the mine, then cut off the food, and then leave... Next, a drama of cannibalism. A million lives are just a blink of an eye, and even for the mastermind who operates this matter, there may not be any cruel feeling.

Because the distance is too far.

The source of branch students in Linzhangshan was adjusted from the China Resources Department, which is also cruel. However, for those slave workers and slaves who want to escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, this is nothing. But these slaves are not that beautiful for Zhang De. Those who will truly become branch students will only be the descendants of landless farmers in Hedong and Hebei, children of weavers in Jiangnan, and descendants of ship workers and sailors in Denglai...

If there are descendants of slave workers, his father must be a soldier who cannot control his crotch.

Zhang De gave them hope for Khitannu and Turkic slaves, but there is nothing called "knowledge" in this hope.

Cao Xian didn't speak for a long time, and his eyes looked extremely complicated at Zhang De. He probably never thought that there would be such a monster in this world.

A few days later, my complex mood was wiped out by a single person.

That day, willow catkins were flying outside Jiangxia City, and the spring flood arrived as scheduled, but because the river embankment was newly built, there was no water over the two states. He just roared and went downstream.

The flood rushed downstream, but Cao Xian was very happy to bring a six-year-old boy and told Zhang Dedao: "This is my new disciple. Dalang, come to see Yuanwailang."

"Li Shan has met Zhang Shuitu."

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Chapter completed!