Fang Yun looked at Fang Li and said, "Cousin, if you continue to be stubborn, not only will you ruin Zhong Yong's future, you will also ruin your 'money' path. Can't you tell which is more important, a scholar or a scholar? "
Fang Li sneered, "That year, I still had hopes for Zhong Yong, hoping that he could become a prime minister or something. Who would have thought that in the past half a year, he would become worse and worse! He is actually far behind you. If I don't take advantage of this opportunity to earn some money, in the future, if he can't even pass the county level exam, who will support me? "
"Idiot!" Cai He scolded.
"Idiot!" Zong Wude also scolded.
Fang Yundao said, "Since we are not outsiders, I will say what I think. We all know about Zhong Yong's talent, and his results in the county level exam are real. As for him being able to write poems at the age of five, Fang Li, do you think everyone else is stupid? "
Fang Li's face stiffened, and then he pretended to be confused, "What do you mean? Zhong Yong could write poems at the age of five! "
Cai He and the other High Scholars were deep in thought, and they all understood what Fang Yun meant.
Fang Yun said, "I don't think that a person would be so stupid as to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs instead of raising a talented child. Then, the only possibility is that you do not have confidence in Fang Zhongyong. I was just speaking casually, but the change in your expression tells me that I guessed right. I vaguely remember that years ago, someone wanted to publish Fang Zhongyong's poems at the Notre-Dame, but you did not agree, saying that he was still young and that it could be done in the future. With your greed and vanity, it is impossible that you did not want to go to the Notre-Dame and publish it. Then, the reason is simple, if the Notre-Dame asks, then this matter will be exposed. You will not be able to rely on Zhong Yong to earn money! "
"You … you are slandering me!" Fang Li was furious, but his anger could not hide the fear in his eyes.
"Why don't I help you and let the Notre-Dame examine Zhong Yong's poems and wash away your slander?" Fang Yun asked.
"You … Zhong Yong's poems are his own, you do not have the right to look!"
Fang Zhongyong's tears flowed out, and he choked with sobs, "Uncle. Your nephew admits his mistake. When I was young, in order to earn money, my father colluded with an old scholar to cheat me. The poems that I wrote when I was young were all written by the old scholar in advance. When I was young, when I went to those rich families, some of them were bribed by Lao Tongsheng and my father, and some of them were induced by Lao Tongsheng to come up with questions. Before that, I had already memorized many of Lao Tongsheng's poems, and some of them did not even need to be changed. "
"And after that?" Cai He asked.
"Later on, when I became famous. I rarely compose poems on the spot, but I usually present them as a gift afterwards. Later on, I was afraid of being exposed, so I studied hard and spent almost all my time studying. Fortunately, diligence makes up for stupidity. His student finally lived up to his name, and his father was very happy. But after the county-level exam, because I didn't pass the exam, my father hit and scolded me. He said that I might not be able to pass the High Scholar examination in the future, and then brought me around to show off. I wanted to study and write scriptures, but he tore them apart. He only allowed me to write poems that could make money. "
Everyone sighed.
Fang Yun's face darkened. He stared into Fang Li's eyes and said, "What else do you have to say? If you let go and let Zhong Yong study hard for ten years, he might be able to pass the High Scholar examination in his twenties, whether he continues to take the Grand Scholar examination or returns to Ji County to become a small official. It would be far better than what he is now! "
Fang Li stood there in a daze, then stomped his foot and straightened his neck, saying, "Ten years? I don't even know how many years I can live! If you really want to help Zhong Yong, then fine. Give me thirty thousand taels of silver, and I won't care about him for ten years! Otherwise, kill me! Kill me! Let Zhong Yong bear the stigma of killing his father! "
"Impudent!" Cai He was furious. As a county magistrate, even if he had some other income, after deducting his expenses, he could only save up five to six hundred taels of silver. This was already considered rich.
Fang Li continued to act shamelessly, "Not giving? Then there's nothing to say. I know you will forcefully take Zhong Yong away, but I have a mouth! As long as you dare to take him away, I will publicize the scheme that Lao Tongsheng and I set up, and completely destroy his Literary Name! Didn't you say that if he continued to follow me, it would be the same as harming me? If you want to take him away, it will be the same as destroying his Literary Name! That's unjust! When that happens, I'm afraid that you, Fang Zhong Yong's uncle, will also destroy his Literary Name! "
Cai He gritted his teeth in hatred. After all, this was a family matter of the Fang family. As a county magistrate, he had no right to interfere with the law.
The other High Scholars were furious. Fang Li was simply a scum.
Fang Yun remained silent. No one knew what he was thinking.
Fang Li laughed and said, "What? Are you afraid? A bunch of stupid scholars, what can you do to me? Kill me? Let Zhong Yong bear the stigma of harming his father? Want to take my son away? Dream on! Hurry up and make a decision, Fang Yun. I know that you have obtained many treasures from the Holy Ground, and are not lacking in money. I'll take thirty thousand taels of silver from you now, but in another fifteen minutes, I will ask for forty thousand taels of silver! "
Fang Yun said slowly, "I know your temperament very well. Today, I'll give you thirty thousand taels of silver. After you spend it all, you will naturally use Zhong Yong's Literary Name to threaten me and treat me as an inexhaustible bank. Furthermore, who do you think I, Fang Yun, am?! The Saints of the Barbarians and the millions of demons could not do anything to me. Do you think that a mere scoundrel can defeat me? If I can't even deal with a mere scoundrel like you, what can I use to gamble with the Saints of the Barbarians and the Barbarians?! I didn't want to take things too far, but since you don't care about destroying Zhong Yong's talent and your reputation, I will fulfill your wish! "
As Fang Yun spoke, he took off the official seal on his waist and said, "Men, bring me my pen and paper!"
Cai He was extremely excited. The dignified High Scholar rushed to Fang Yun's study. As he ran, he said, "Let me do it! Let me do it! "
Li Fanming was stunned for a moment. Then, he laughed and went to the study to move the table with Cai He.
The other High Scholars gradually guessed what was going on. Even Yan Yukong was full of anticipation.
Fang Li was terrified. He trembled and said, "You … What are you doing? Scholars are not good people! How are you going to harm me? I … I won't … I won't submit! I will fight you to the death! "
Fang Yun asked indifferently, "Are you willing to die?"
"I … I will die in front of you right now!" Fang Li leaned toward Cai He's sharp tongue. Suddenly, he retreated as if he had been struck by lightning. He clutched his neck and shouted, "It hurts! It hurts so much! I'm bleeding! "
Everyone burst into laughter. Fang Zhongyong knelt on the ground and refused to get up. He looked at his father with a sad expression and lowered his head again.
Cai He and Li Fanming carried the table out. The four treasures of the study were placed on it. The table was made of demon wood and weighed two hundred and fifty kilograms. It was given by the Empress Dowager. Normally, four or five people would not be able to carry it.
Cai He looked at Fang Li as he walked and smiled happily.
Fang Li was even more scared. This Cai He was a true Grand Scholar and a county magistrate. His Literary Name was not inferior to that of a normal magistrate. In the future, he had a high chance of becoming a Hanlin or even a Grand Scholar. If even such a person showed such an expression, then Fang Yun would definitely do something terrible.
Fang Li turned around and ran.
"Take him down!" Cai He shouted. Two officers who were standing guard outside rushed in and grabbed Fang Li. They brought him to Fang Yun.
"Let me go! Let me go! I agree! I agree! "Fang Li shouted as he struggled.
"Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" Fang Yundao said.
The table fell to the ground. Fang Yun stretched out his hand to the jade bamboo brush holder. His fingers fiddled with it, and finally he took out a wolf-marquis brush. This was not a wolf-hair brush made of weasel hair, but a writing brush made from the tip of a wolf-marquis' tail.
The wolf-marquis brush was known as the hardest writing brush. The slightest carelessness could pierce the paper and make a fool of itself. However, if one could write with the wolf-marquis brush, then each word would be like a knife, penetrating the back of the paper and penetrating the wood.
There was once a scholar who used the wolf-marquis brush as a weapon to pierce a person's throat. The sharpness of this brush was evident.
Only in extreme circumstances would scholars use wolf-hair brushes. Gyeongo's top scholar Ji Mengxian's declaration of war against Fang Yun was written with wolf-hair brushes. Not only could the words be like a knife, but it could also make the intent be like a knife.
Fang Yun slowly took a deep breath. The tip of the brush entered the ink, and there was a faint sound of metal clashing.
When the wolf-marquis brush was filled with thick ink, Fang Yundao said, "The one who made Fang Yun go down in infamy for ten thousand years is not Fang Zhongyong, but Fang Yun, not Fang Li!"
With that, Fang Yun held the third-rank Wenhou seal in his left hand and wrote with his right hand.
"Jixian citizen Fang Zhongyong has been a farmer for generations. Fang Zhongyong has lived for five years and has never tasted a writing tool. Father different … "
"Rumble …"
There was no wind or clouds in the sky, but there was the sound of thunder. In the Great Source Mansion, everyone with a writing position, from the scholars to the scholars, looked up at the sky.
Everyone heard a voice as cold as stone reciting an article aloud.
"Jixian citizen Fang Zhongyong has been a farmer for generations …"
During the writing process, all the scholars in the Great Source Mansion were astonished. As the article continued, many people applauded and cheered.
"Writing criticism! Writing criticism! What courage! What literary talent! I wonder who it is! "
"My Jingguo has such a sharp brush. I don't need to worry about the demons and barbarians!"
"Well written! I've long disliked Fang Li! A good child is spoiled by excessive enthusiasm. It's the disaster of a scholar! "
"Sigh, this person wrote well. After Fang Zhongyong passed the county-level exam, his Literary Name is indeed not good enough."
"Eh? Fang Zhongyong is called his nephew in the article, and with such a sharp brush, it can only be Fang Yun! "
"Vanish into the crowd? Kill the goose that lays the golden eggs? What a good analogy. As expected of Fang Zhenguo. Since he dared to write criticism with such a brush, he must be able to protect the country! "
In the courtyard of the Fang family, Fang Yun continued writing the famous Song Dynasty thinker, politician, writer, and reformer Wang Anshi's masterpiece, "Sorrow of Zhongyong".
He changed some of the time and place in the article, and also changed some details according to the situation in Jixian. However, he did not change the meaning of Wang Anshi's article. He used this article to warn future generations not to be arrogant and complacent just because they were talented and intelligent.
In the end, Fang Yun added what he had learned. He criticized that some parents only praised their children for their intelligence when they saw their children's good grades. This highlighted their children's natural talent and looked down on their hard work. It would make the children feel complacent and mistakenly think that they were smarter than everyone else. They would think that they could achieve good grades without working hard.
Fang Yun used the research of educational psychology of later generations to point out that one should not overtly deny children. However, one must pay attention to the way one praised a child. One should praise the child for his hard work and not for his intelligence.
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