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Fang Yun looked at Dong Wencong and asked, "Is the content of the letter true?"
Dong Wencong immediately bowed and said, "Every word is true. This concerns the education of an entire province. I dare not lie."
"Have you reported this to the cabinet?"
"In order to avoid alerting the enemy, only I, Governor Fang, and you know about this matter. Even the investigators are not clear about my true motive. "Dong Wencong's tone was somewhat proud, thinking that he had handled this matter very cleverly.
Fang Yun nodded lightly and said, "If the letter is true, then the secretary of the Zhou Wen Academy in charge of selecting books is the main culprit."
Dong Wencong hesitated for a moment, then said, "The current secretary, Bi Yuan, Bi Hanlin, is a person of virtue and prestige. He has held a post in the Zhou Wen Academy for many years. Perhaps the previous selection of books had nothing to do with him, but Xiang Province has been under Jingzhou's control for many years. I fear that he has ulterior motives for not changing the books. Moreover, the letter is true. This person has repeatedly praised Gyeongo, and whenever he talks about history, he criticizes Jingguo. He has never mentioned Wu Guo or Gyeongo's faults. Five years ago, this person gave a lecture to the teachers of the Zhou Wen Academy. During the lecture, he continuously attacked the famous scholars of Jingguo. This is also true. "
"I understand," Fang Yundao said.
"I will take my leave." Dong Wencong was full of doubts. He wanted to know who Fang Yun's second letter of challenge was directed at. Unfortunately, he could only find out the truth when the People's Newspaper was printed.
"Oh right, starting tomorrow, stop printing and selling the first issue of the People's Newspaper. The subsequent issues are not included," Fang Yundao said.
Dong Wencong was startled, then said, "I understand."
Dong Wencong thought as he walked. Starting tomorrow, the value of the People's Newspaper would probably rise again, especially the first issue. A few hundred years later, it might become a priceless antique.
Baling was the capital of Xiang Province. The Zhou Wen Academy was built in the city. The center of the Zhou Wen Academy was the Holy Temple, where the saints were worshiped.
The State Academy of Arts was divided into many areas, such as examination rooms, classrooms, alms houses, residences, and so on.
Due to the beautiful environment of the State Institute of Literature, some officials who took up a position in the State Institute of Literature would have their family moved to a separate courtyard arranged for them by the Institute of Literature. Although the courtyard was far away from the outside world, it was peaceful and quiet.
The scholars who entered the Academy of Literature were either indifferent to fame and fortune, unwilling to suffer in the military or politics, or they were disillusioned in the bureaucracy. After all, the real power of the officials of the Academy of Literature was far less than that of the civil officials or military officers.
In the southeast corner of the Zhou Wen Institution, there was a courtyard with its own entrance. It was already late at night, but the study in the courtyard was still lit by the flickering candlelight.
The fourth-ranked Si Ye of the State Academy of Arts, Bi Yuan, was over 50 years old. His sideburns were slightly white and he was currently flipping through a book. He looked extremely strict and unkind.
After reading for a while, Bi Yuan put down the book and looked out the window.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Bi Yuan's body trembled and he felt a chill all over his body. As a Han Lin, he should be able to sense everything within a radius of dozens of feet. However, the person who knocked on the door seemed to have appeared out of thin air and did not leave any aura behind.
Bi Yuan quickly understood that it was a person whose official position and literary position were higher than his own that had arrived.
"Esteemed guest, you came to visit at night. I hope you can forgive me for not being able to welcome you." Bi Yuan said as he stood up from the chair.
Fang Yun pushed the door open and entered. With his hands behind his back, he smiled and looked at Bi Yuan.
The moment he saw Fang Yun, Bi Yuan's face turned pale and his breathing stopped. However, in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal.
"I am Bi Yuan. Greetings to the Governor." Bi Yuan bowed deeply.
Fang Yun nodded and slowly looked around. "No need to be so polite. I was passing by and saw the candlelight in your study, so I came to take a look. You can continue reading your book."
Fang Yun walked slowly in the room. As he walked, he looked at the bookshelves and decorations in the study with interest. Occasionally, he would reach out and touch the books on the bookshelves.
Bi Yuan lowered his head slightly and did not say a word. However, his eyelids kept twitching and he could not stop them.
"It seems that you have read a lot. You even have an old book like 'Records of the Expedition to the North' that has less than ten thousand copies in print." Fang Yun said as he reached out and took the book.
Bi Yuan's eyes moved slightly and he slowly said, "I saw this book in an old bookstall. I knew that this book was rare and could be collected. So I bought it at a low price and put it on the bookshelf. I haven't read it for many years."
Fang Yun did not read the book. Instead, he put it back on the bookshelf and said, "The author of this book once fought with the Jingguo army. He was extremely bloodthirsty and there were three records of him killing Jingguo civilians. Because of this, even though he contributed greatly, he was punished by the Notre-Dame and stripped of his title by the Qing Emperor. I didn't think that you would like this kind of person's book. "
"I like to read miscellaneous books. I only look at the words and sentences. I rarely look into the person behind the book." Bi Yuan replied.
"That's right. It's human nature to eat eggs without knowing the chickens." Fang Yun said.
"You are right." Bi Yuan was dressed in white and his expression was respectful. His reply was simple and clear.
Fang Yun walked a few steps and suddenly thought of something. He said, "Oh yes, your grandson has already started reading?"
"Thank you for your concern. That child started reading about half a year ago." Bi Yuan replied.
"Is he reading 'The Book of Famous Scholars' or 'The Affairs of the World'?" Fang Yun asked.
"He just learned how to read not long ago. He can't understand these books." Bi Yuan's face paled a little.
"That's true. If he can understand them, it won't be good." Fang Yun said casually.
Bi Yuan did not say a word.
Fang Yun walked slowly and looked around the study. Then, he said, "Bi Siye, what do you think of 'The People's Newspaper'?"
Bi Yuan hesitated and said, "This newspaper is innovative and outstanding. If there are no accidents, it will go down in history."
"Do you have any dissatisfaction with 'The People's Newspaper'?" Fang Yun asked.
"When I first read it, I was shocked. I know that 'The People's Newspaper' will be famous all over the world. Other than not being used to the Song style characters you created, I have no dissatisfaction with it." Bi Yuan replied.
"Hmm, what do you think is the most important position in the State Academy of Arts?" Fang Yun looked at Bi Yuan.
Bi Yuan did not expect Fang Zhengzhi to ask a question about his position, so he said, "I am a Minister of Justice, assisting the Monarch in educating the people of the province. If we are talking about the most important thing, naturally it is the results of the imperial examinations."
Fang Yun nodded slightly and said, "Good. You didn't learn from others and speak eloquently. Instead, you said that the most important thing is the results of the imperial examinations. However, after the imperial examinations, what will happen to the students? Have you thought about it? "
"I have not thought about it." Bi Yuan said.
"So, when you were choosing the books, you also did not think about it?" Fang Yun asked.
Bi Yuan's right hand trembled slightly and said, "Sir, you must be joking. How could I do that? I would naturally think about it carefully. However, because Xiang Province's books had been decided decades ago, I am too conservative and did not change a single word. I hope you can forgive me. "
"Conservative and did not change? Are you protecting Xiang Province's old or Gyeongo's old? "Fang Yun asked.
Bi Yuan stared at Fang Yun and said slowly, "The books are for the students to broaden their horizons. It is not important. As long as the students like it, it is a great merit."
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