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Li Bo smiled, it was a very bad kind.

"I'm a generous person."

Jia Pingan was looking at his son.

Jia Yu came this time, Jia Ping'an's purpose was just to let him experience it.

See people's sentiments, see people's opinions.

The father and son met outside later.

"Aye, why are those people so happy?"

"Because their children will learn life-long knowledge through new learning."

Jia Yu thought for a while, "What about Confucianism?"

Jia Pingan said: "No matter how much you talk about, it's better to go and have a look. Forget it, I'll take you to have a look."

He changed into plain clothes and slipped away quietly with his son.

Behind them, people were waiting in line to sign up for their children.

Students of mathematics stood there one after another, accepting inquiries from the common people.

Jia Ping saw smiling faces.

There are three private schools in Xinfeng County, and the one that Li Bo is familiar with is not far from the market.

"It's not right there."

Li Bo's face was pale, and the owner of the private school was surprised: "Why is it wrong?"

"Go to the room and talk." Yang Qing felt that some things were best said in private.

They entered the room.

"I thought Jia Ping'an was helpless, but who knew that he had recruited mathematics students, and after a show, those people flocked to sign up."

The owner of the private school frowned, "What did they show?"

"The practicality of arithmetic."

The gentleman looked up and saw a blank face.

Jia Pingan took his son outside the private school.

The private school occupies a large area, and even has a door.

"Who are you looking for?"

The door is serious.

Jia Pingan said: "I want to go in and have a look."

Menzi shook his head, "Where do you come from, or I will report to the officials."

Jia Pingan said: "If you go in and get someone!"

A group of sergeants appeared behind him, just as Menzi was about to scream, Xu Xiaoyu held the handle of the knife, "Do you want to tip off the news?"

How dare a door.

"Don't dare!"

Jia Pingan took his son into a private school.

The sergeants didn't go in.

Menzi wondered, "Didn't you take someone?"

"I'll take it later."

Jia Yu followed his father to the school, and heard Lang Lang while studying.

"Shen Hui five codes, five codes restraint. Emblem, beauty. Five codes, five constant teachings, father's righteousness, mother's kindness, brother and friend, younger brother's respect, son's filial piety."

Jia Yu whispered, "Aye, this is Shangshu."

Jia Pingan nodded, "Shangshu talked about ancient history, what do you think is the benefit of learning?"

Jia Yu thought for a while, "I don't know."

Jia Pingan smiled, "For the general public, it is enough to know the ancient history, but for Confucianism, they have to study the ancient history thoroughly, and even chew the ancient history, and use the ancient history to explain it. Write a chapter to express your feelings”

"Aye, what can that do?"

"I can't do anything, I can only find chapters and excerpts."

"On the first day of the first month, the ancestor is finally received. On the first day, the new day is also. The end is the matter of Yao's end of the throne. The ancestor temple of the ancestor Yao De."

The sound of reading is really refreshing.

Jia Pingan took him to the other side.

"Emperor Hua Jun sent his envoys to send them with courtesy, music and words, which are far away and have brilliance"

Jia Pingan looked at his son, Jia Yu scratched his head, "Aye, I haven't learned it before."

Jia Pingan laughed and said, "This is Mao's poem."

Jia Yu thought for a while, "I don't know if it's useful or not after learning this."

Jia Pingan said: "Whether it is Mao's poems, Shangshu, or others, you should pay attention to it, they are all written by predecessors."

Jia Yu didn't understand.

"Confucianism is based on the writings of the predecessors, excerpts from chapters and sentences, and the purpose of artificially increasing the difficulty is to make these originally simple knowledge complicated, so as to raise the threshold"

"Predecessors' works can be learned, but most of Confucianism is illusory. Poetry, what is missing in historical Confucianism? Lack of creativity."

The father and son stood under the tree and talked. One student came out to pee, and he couldn't help being furious when he heard a few words, so he went back and said it.

A group of students tiptoed out, ready to listen more and refute this stupidity.

"Aye, what is creativity?"

Good question.