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Any thoughtful official in the Song Dynasty attached great importance to the development of culture and education. One of the main achievements of local officials is the construction of schools.

First, the country is governed by culture, with culture being more important than military force. Secondly, students trained in the local area will become officials in the future, which can be regarded as a good relationship.

Therefore, whenever local conditions are sufficient, administrative officials will invest more or less funds in the construction and development of local schools and academies.

Big bosses like Fan Zhongyan naturally like to support younger generations and cultivate talents for the country. It's like the way he supports Wang Yan now.

Therefore, Fan Zhongyan came to Hangzhou and took office. After becoming familiar with the affairs of the state, he made a development plan during his term of office, and one of the development plans during his term was the establishment of schools.

Fan Chunren was a filial man, but he did not let Fan Zhongyan worry about it. He passed the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination, but he was unwilling to become an official. Fan Zhongyan didn't want to see him doing nothing serious and socializing with other scholars, so he asked Fan Chunren to teach at Hangzhou Academy. Giving classes to scholars and managing the academy can also help them develop their comprehensive abilities. Moreover, teaching in the academy is not an official position and does not violate any taboos. The old father was also worried.

A week was enough for the news to spread.

So when Wang Yan was brought into the academy by Fan Chunren, there was an unprecedented grand occasion. Scholars from Qiantang and the surrounding areas not far away, thousands of people crowded into the academy. Some are fifteen or sixteen years old, some are in their twenties or thirties, and even worse, some are in their forties. The audience was well-dressed, rich and poor.

In such a situation, we cannot preach in the house, but in the landscaped courtyard of the academy. Scholars are densely surrounding, some in the corridors, some on the grass, anyway, they are everywhere. people.

With everyone watching, Wang Yan nimbly climbed to the rockery in the middle so that the scholars could see him.

"Wang Yan has met you all."

Even on an irregular rockery, Wang Yan stood very naturally and saluted in the standard four directions.

"I've met Wang Tongpan."

The scholars also responded to Wang Yan with mixed feelings, but the tone of their greetings was still very spirited, which fully demonstrated their expectations for Wang Yan.

As for the title 'Wang Tongpan', the scholars present had discussed it for a while before agreeing on it. In fact, Wang Yan was quite special.

At the age of nineteen, he won the first prize and passed the imperial examination in Hangzhou. He also had unparalleled calligraphy, put forward his own theories and opinions, and even wrote his own book "Wang Yanshuo". To this day, scholars have basically read it once and understand Wang Yan's propositions.

But if they are not familiar with each other, how to address them becomes a problem. In the old days in the capital, Wang Yan had one younger brother and everyone called him "Brother Ziyan" regardless of whether he was familiar with him or not. But things are different now. Wang Yan has an official status and is still the second-in-command of a state. He is the official parent of the scholars present. Naturally, the officials and the people are not equal. If they call me 'Brother Ziyan' again, it will be offensive.

Wang Yan's level has been shown in the book. I have even read the words. I know that they are very different from Wang Yan. They are people they need to look up to. They can be called 'great Confucians' in terms of knowledge. .

If Wang Yan is now fifty or sixty years old, it goes without saying that even if the current 'Mr.' is more noble, Wang Yan still deserves it based on his achievements. There is no problem in calling him 'Mr. Guangling'. But Wang Yan was too young and had few disciples. Many of the people present were older than Wang Yan. They couldn't keep silent. Even if Wang Yan himself didn't dare to take it seriously, he would be ridiculed if he spoke out.

So everyone was quarreling, so they could only call Wang Tongpian, but nothing happened.

Wang Yan put his hands behind his back and spoke loudly with a smile: "It seems that our Hangzhou Academy is still too small. I must talk to Mr. Fan tomorrow about finding a piece of land by the West Lake to build a big academy."

As soon as he finished speaking, some people began to cheer, and they were all lively and liked to make noises. Some people even expressed their intention to donate money on the spot, and there were quite a few people.

Children from wealthy families naturally have to study, so naturally they are all scholars. This kind of thing is relatively positive. After all, the investment is not too much, it is just a few thousand dollars to buy a name, and everyone is willing to do so.

There is definitely no rush about matters in the academy. This is just Wang Yan's opening chat to close the distance and leave a friendly opening impression to everyone.

"A few days ago, Brother Yao invited me to the academy. He said that all the kings have admired my name for a long time and wanted to hear my teachings. I was very happy. Why? Without him, there is great strength in numbers..."

Wang Yan started a large-scale preaching activity, which was to attract people to follow his way. The so-called like-minded people are like-minded.

His teachings spread widely, but to be honest, that was due to his persistent self-marketing. People who truly believe, people who really study, are basically the ones around them. For example, Fan Chunren and Feng Jing were deceived by him, and then there were the Yangzhou students who were deeply influenced by him. Because he worked the most in Yangzhou, participated in the most activities and met the most scholars, including many outside disciples.

It is a pity that Wang Yan cannot be an official in Yangzhou, or even on Huainan East Road, where Yangzhou is located. If not, we can develop much better. After all, the township party is not given for free, it is still very useful.

After all, even if he is in Hangzhou now, he can still cause trouble for state and county officials in Yangzhou...

This time Wang Yan did not talk about what he had said before. As time passed and his identity changed, the doctrine would naturally be updated to 2.0. This was naturally a surprise to the scholars who were excited to hear the repeated content and mainly had the idea of ​​meeting a star. They listened carefully and some people also recorded it.

After preaching, answering questions, and debating like this, the whole morning passed. Wang Yan and Fan Chunren had lunch together in the academy. There is a small stove here, which is prepared for a bunch of tutors and teachers in the academy. It cannot be said to be very good.

Fan Chunren asked: "Brother Ziyan, is it true that he wants to build a new academy?"

"That's the case. Our dynasty valued literature and education. Fan Gong taught in Yingtianfu Academy in the past, and it is still talked about today. Hangzhou's literary style is at its peak, so Qiantang must have a famous academy. Brother Yaofu has nothing to do, so he can do more Let’s take a walk around West Lake and find a good place to build an academy.”

"Zi Yan knows..."

"Is all the land near West Lake owned by the big families in the city?"

Fan Chunren nodded: "They are all good farmland."

"Brother Yaofu thinks that I only found 120,000 coins?" Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, I have my own plans. Everything depends on man-made things. If you don't get into trouble, I will never end up with it. Generations of wealth and honor are endless, but my little brother cannot sleep peacefully."

"You will suffer a loss."

"Don't you know that Mr. Fan will suffer a loss?"

Fan Chunren sighed and did not say much more on this topic. Instead, he smiled and said, "In today's sermon, it seems that I have a new idea? Is it going to be written into a book again?"

"After reading the official documents and accounts for more than half a month, I have a better understanding of the situation in Hangzhou. I naturally have some insights when I think about the solution. As for the book, I am already writing it, but it will take some time. I have to think about it carefully. However, I have to make some achievements in my role as general judge. Otherwise, if I preach and write books to teach others, but I am incompetent, I will inevitably make people laugh."

"Brother Ziyan is short-lived because he is still young. Otherwise, he should be a great scholar in the country and have countless disciples."

"Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young again." Wang Yan said with a smile, "Young age is the advantage you and I have over all the ministers. Watching the heretics go away one by one before you and me, tsk tsk..."

Fan Chunren nodded, savored Wang Yan's sentences, shook his head and sighed: "Brother Ziyan is really talented in literature. He said it casually, and it is a famous sentence through the ages, but is there another half?"

Wang Yan thought for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "The article was originally written by nature, but a good hand accidentally found it. Now I only have two lines of poem, but the whole poem has not come by chance."

Fan Chunren was stunned. With just two words, he had a profound understanding of what it means to be talented. This really spilled over...

After getting used to Wang Yan's inadvertent pretense, Fan Chunren said: "Write it, write it."

After that, he didn't care about Wang Yan, put down the bowl and chopsticks and ran to the side to grind some ink.

Wang Wenzhao, who didn't feel any guilt or guilt at all, stood up gracefully and wrote two vertical words with a big stroke of his pen. And he was very sensible and added a title and postscript, wrote the reason, and printed it.

After doing this, Fan Chunren put it aside with satisfaction, pressed it with a paperweight, and waited for the ink to dry. These two poems are no cheaper than those from Fan Lou last year.

The two chatted and had lunch again. Wang Yan also smiled and greeted others all the way, and was escorted out of the academy by Fan Chunren.

Just as he was about to stroll away, a man who looked to be around 20 years old, tall and thin, dressed relatively plainly, but who seemed to be from a well-off family, trotted over.

"Student Shen Kuo, whose courtesy name is Cunzhong, is the son of the Shen family in Qiantang. He has met Wang Tongpan."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly with his hands behind his back, stopped in his tracks, nodded and smiled kindly: "No need to be polite, what do you want from me?"

"Student Shicai listened to Wang Tongpan's sermon, and he also read 'Wang Yanshuo' before." Shen Kuo cupped his hands to show the impoliteness of naming taboos, and then said, "There are some points that I don't understand. I hope Tongpan can clarify them." .”

Seeing Wang Yan smile and nod, Shen Kuo said, "Through judgment, knowledge and action are unified, and investigation of objects leads to knowledge. But I don't know what objects I have examined, and what do I know?"

Studying things to achieve knowledge is naturally a function word, a high-level, broad and vague concept. But Shen Kuo is a famous scientist. Although science has not yet become scientific at this time, the focus of attention has already been set. The king's words were false, but he came to seek truth.

This is good.

Meeting Shen Kuo was beyond Wang Yan's expectation, but it was not surprising. After all, this was an era where celebrities emerged in large numbers. Maybe in two years' time, he would meet Han Qi, Fu Bi, Wang Anshi, Di Qing and others. It's always unexpected, but it's hard to be surprised.

Shen Kuo is very accomplished. According to the subjects broken down after a thousand years, he has achieved results in many subjects. For Wang Yan, such people are of course treasures to win over.

There are many explanations for the study of things to achieve knowledge, but the one most accepted by the broad masses of the people a thousand years later is that practice leads to true knowledge. Experiments are the only standard for testing truth and it is the conduct of scientific research.

So Wang Yan smiled: "I mentioned in the book that everything in the world can be understood, and everything in the world can be known. Since Cunzhong seeks truth from me, then I will seek reality and be truthful. I observed Cunzhong's physical weakness, and heard that The aftertaste of herbal medicine, but you have been taking medicine since childhood?”

"Tongpan's medical skills are profound, that's true."

"They talk about medicine over there. I think you... are..., you need to use..."

Wang Yan treated Shen Kuo on the spot, analyzed his condition, and prescribed a prescription. Then he started to explore the medical theory of it, including why the medicine was useful, where it was used, how the medicine grew, and the required climate conditions. This was extended to the fields of astronomy, geography, and finally to the universe, and then back to humans.

The two of them talked for most of an hour on the side of the road. Of course, Wang Yan was talking most of the time while Shen Kuo was suffering from the swelling pain of his brain.

"The Master said that knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and this is knowing. The way to know is in it. Because what we seek is in not knowing. Knowing what we don't know is the way to know."

Wang Yan finally made a summary, which also heralded the end of this private lecture.

Shen Kuo saluted respectfully: "The students are being taught, and the time of passing judgment is wasted. It's really..."

"Don't be polite in Cunzhong. I have been in office for the 22nd day. I'm afraid everyone will know that I am squeezed out by the state. I have no job and spend all day in the accounting room flipping through ledgers and drinking tea. Why should I be afraid of wasting time?"

Shen Kuo was still an honest man. He smiled sheepishly and asked, "So, Tong San already has a way to deal with it?"

"If you have any questions in the future, just come and find me. Let's go." Wang Yan smiled slightly, but did not answer. He just patted Shen Kuo on the shoulder, and left slowly with his hands behind his back, walking on the bustling streets of Hangzhou, towards the official house. When I went back, I was very calm and confident...

This sermon was just an interlude, but meeting Shen Kuo was a surprise. Such a talent is needed.

After that day, Shen Kuo became interested and began to study Wang Yan's theories. But instead of coming to Wang Yan for advice, he went to Fan Chunren. This is sensible. After all, Wang Yan is the general judge of a state and is still being squeezed out. How can he have so much time? Of course, this is Shen Kuo's wishful thinking.

Wang Yan is really at ease, neither fast nor slow, and still has the original rhythm. The only difference was that when I went to pick up official documents from Fan Zhongyan in the morning, we talked more and more. Of course, Wang Yan's previous lecture in the academy was indispensable, and Fan Zhongyan had to discuss it with Wang Yan every day. The matter of building an academy was briefly mentioned, but Fan Zhongyan expressed his opinion.

But whether it should be said or not, Fan Zhongyan's health is getting better. There is some flesh on his face, not the original skinny appearance, which is a good thing. A well-respected person can live comfortably for a few more years, which is finally a meritorious deed.

Just like that, another ten days passed.

Early that morning, Wang Yan went to Fan Zhongyan's official residence to chat and collect official documents as usual.

After sitting down, the clerk poured the tea. Before he could take a sip, Fan Zhongyan handed over a document: "Let's take a look."

Wang Yan picked it up and took a look at it, and couldn't help but laugh.

This is an official document handed over from the county town below. The content is that a group of thieves have taken over the mountain and are kings. They have blocked roads and robbed them. They have committed the crime three times. They killed the stewards of the passing caravans and took away all the goods. The county sent troops to encircle and suppress them, but returned without success. Request to dispatch the elite Xiang troops from Qiantang to suppress the bandits.

After releasing the official document, Wang Yan smiled and asked, "What are your instructions, Mr. Fan?"

Fan Zhongyan shook his head: "As things have come to this, I have to do it even if I don't do it."

"Just remove the people."

"Are you willing to stop?"

Wang Yan showed a simple and honest smile: "Of course the student doesn't want to."

"What's the next step?"

"We are deploying troops to suppress the bandits. This group of thieves is so audacious and powerful that they must be killed in the bud. The stakes are too important to be ignored, so the state officials must personally take command. As for the candidates... I don't know what Mr. Fan thinks. How about the signing?"

"Are you really going to fight?" Fan Zhongyan frowned.

"Fan Gong is too high-minded about the manpower arranged by the students. They have no advantage of soldiers and armor. No matter how good the battle formation is, it is in vain. He will run elsewhere and carry out the robbery again. Don't have too many, so as not to panic people. . It is also indispensable, just like a gangrene attached to the bone, it makes people gnash their teeth, but there is nothing they can do about it. They will not intervene because of the superior's concern. When the soldiers and horses leave the city, Duke Fan and I will go on a regular walk to unwind the warehouse."

After pondering for a long time, Fan Zhongyan finally nodded: "If we act like this, I want to see how Wang Tongpan governs the place."

"Thank you Mr. Fan."

Fan Zhongyan shook his head. It would be fine if he didn't support it. Wang Yan had no intention of staying calm at all. He didn't support it, so Wang Yan did it himself. He objected, and Wang Yan was afraid that he would try his best to stir up trouble in secret and make it impossible to end. Even Fan Zhongyan couldn't stop this kind of thing.

Of course, it's still the same sentence, that is, Fan Zhongyan. If another person came here, Wang Yan would not have any idea of ​​​​communication. He would only use Zhizhou's power to evade him for a period of time, and Zhizhou would take the blame for him. If you are sensible, you can still get credit if you use a smaller pot. If you are ignorant, go on a trip...

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