Chapter 387: Encountering an Idiot, Words Drift 0

"Didn't they just come? Didn't they leave after a meal?"

"Hey! You don't even look at how many people they have. Just this little number of people is less than the number of guards in Shanghai."

"Have you heard? The young man at the head is my Da Ming's Xing He Bo!"

"It's useless! An uncle only has this few troops, how can this be a reinforcement! I think he fell out of favor with His Majesty and was demoted!"

The servants of several big families were also watching, and one of them said disdainfully: "I heard that this Uncle Xinghe has caused a lot of grievances in the court, His Majesty has nothing to do, and it is not good for civil and military officials I was disappointed, so I sent him to our Taizhou government."

"It is said to suppress the Japanese, but look at this group of people, I think they are here to support the elderly!"

"..."

Of course Fang Xing heard these words, but he didn't get angry, he just led the team forward with a blank expression.

Ahead is the city gate, and above the city gate there are city guards. They can't help being a little surprised when they see Fang Xing's troops approaching neatly below.

"What a neat queue, but I don't know if it's just a show!"

"I think it's probably true, otherwise the government officials didn't come out, why didn't they get angry?"

As soon as Fang Xing decided to leave Linhai City, He Xiong immediately changed his face, saying that he was busy with business and couldn't see him off.

"Xing Hebo..."

Before they left the city gate, a man in green shirt rushed over from the side, and immediately knelt down in front of Fang Xing's horse.

"Yilulu!"

Fang Xing reined in the big white horse, frowned at the young man, and asked, "I am not a magistrate, if you have any grievances, you can go to the government office."

Xin Laoqi hurried forward, holding the handle of the knife, staring at the man with piercing eyes.

"Uncle Xinghe, student Xu Fangda, in the name of Uncle Jiu Mu's arithmetic, came here to learn from him."

Huh!

Fang Xing was taken aback for a moment, and just about to ask a few questions, but seeing the crowd watching the excitement around him, he said: "Fang won't accept disciples, you go back."

Reining in his horse and bypassing Xu Fangda, Fang Xing walked out of the city gate.

The team behind continued to keep up. When Xiaodao passed by Xu Fangda, he snorted: "My master's disciples have all won Jie Yuan, how can they be randomly collected!"

The team of more than 2,000 people was gone in a short time. The people on the street were all pointing at Xu Fangda, and most of them looked down upon him.

"Isn't this the Xu Fangda who writes and draws all day?"

"That's him. He went crazy after passing the exam for a scholar, and he's always counting this and that all day long."

"I heard that he didn't even care about his parents at home, and went to the riverside to paint all day long, and he didn't know what he was doing!"

"If Xing Hebo accepts such lunatics as his disciples and spreads them to Jinling, how many people will laugh their ass off!"

"Hey! Where's Xu Fangda? Why didn't he disappear?"

"It seems that I chased it out just now..."

"..."

These people were chatting in a dull manner, but they didn't notice that Xiaodao sneaked in again.

"Master, that man has been following!"

After leaving the city gate, Fang Xing knew that he would not be able to reach Haimen Weicheng today, so he slowed down the speed of the march, in order to let the tired soldiers slow down.

"Leave him alone."

Along the Lingjiang River, Fang Xingbu arrived at Yongquan. Fang Xing checked the time and ordered him to camp where he was.

The Lingjiang River flows slowly, nourishing the land on both sides of the river.

Huang Zhong came over with a book, pointed to the river in front of him and said, "Uncle, just beyond is the Jiaojiang River, we are not far from the seaside."

"The rain is fierce, the wind is ferocious, the night is thick, and the tide is like a house with a solitary canopy. Wandering and wandering, the heart is bitter, and where is the sound in the dream!"

Huang Zhong sighed: "Mr. Wenshan went north to discuss peace, and wrote a poem in Jiaojiang on the way back. His feelings are drifting!"

Wen Shangong is Wen Tianxiang, a famous official in the Southern Song Dynasty who deserves the words "clank and iron".

"Confucius said to achieve benevolence, Mencius said to obtain righteousness, and only when righteousness is exhausted, so benevolence is supreme. Reading the books of sages, what have you learned? From now on, the common people have almost nothing to be ashamed of."

Fang Xing sighed: "Mr. Wenshan would rather die than surrender, a generation of outstanding people, but it is a pity that he met the former Song Dynasty, what a pity!"

Huang Zhong smiled wryly and said: "Uncle, it's better to be tactful when you say this,

Otherwise, if those literati hear it, I'm afraid they won't give up! "

The Song Dynasty is an era that literati yearn for most: the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats share the world!

Fang Xing said disdainfully: "I'm afraid of a fart! If they have the ability, they will jump into the sea! I'm afraid that the giants in these gangs will not dare!"

Huang Zhong was about to say a few words of persuasion, but saw Xiaodao coming.

"Master, that Xu Fangda's parents are present, and there are two elder brothers in the family. He is considered a wealthy family. Later, after being admitted as a scholar, he became a little crazy, writing and drawing by the river all day..."

"Oh!" Fang Xing asked, "Where is he now?"

"It's right behind us, it looks like it's almost dizzy."

"Call here."

Fang Xing is somewhat interested in this Xu Fangda.

Scholars who can keep up with the speed of Jubaoshanwei's march are simply rare!

It didn't take long before the young man was brought out by the knife out of breath. Xin Lao Qi searched at the door before letting him come over.

Sitting on a ponytail, Fang Xing saw that Xu Fangda's shoes were worn out and his face turned pale, so he asked, "Why do you want me to be your teacher?"

Xu Fangda took out a tattered book from his bosom, knelt down and said, "Since the students read this book, they have been obsessed with the mathematics that Uncle said, but after all, no one taught it, they just pushed it away. Performed some equations that my uncle said."

Xin Laoqi took the book, checked it carefully, and handed it to Fang Xing.

In the first volume of Mathematics, when these vague words caught Fang Xing's eyes, he nodded slightly, and then carefully flipped through the densely packed notes...

From the jerky at the beginning, to the ease in the middle. When Fang Xing saw the final deduction, he couldn't help shouting: "Okay!"

Xu Fangda looked at Fang Xing anxiously, until Fang Xing helped him up himself, and then asked: "Uncle, the student calculated some equations without knowing the depth, I wonder if it's right?"

Fang Xing looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes, took a few steps back, sat upright and asked, "Are you willing to learn my miscellaneous knowledge?"

Speaking of miscellaneous studies, Fang Xing emphasized his tone.

Huang Zhong and others on the side looked at Xu Fangda enviously, and Lin Qun'an even urged: "Uncle is going to accept you as a disciple, why don't you hurry up and learn from him?"

"Plop!"

Xu Fangda knelt down hastily, and then said with some embarrassment: "The disciple pays homage to his mentor, but there is no courtesy, and the disciple is panicked."

"A teacher is not someone who sticks to the world."

Fang Xing thought it was a surprise, and when he saw Huang Zhong quickly found the teacup, he shook his head and smiled.

After serving tea, Xu Fangda said overjoyedly: "Master, please wait for the disciple to return home and report to his parents, and then come to serve him..."

Fuck!

Looking at Xu Fangda who turned around and ran away, Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly greeted: "Go, send someone to take him back."

Fang Wu immediately sent two scouts to follow.

Huang Zhong smiled at the side: "Uncle accepted a fool today, and Fang Xue has been passed down in Jiangsu and Zhejiang since then."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "You do know what I'm thinking!"

When the term Fang Xue was heard by outsiders for the first time, sour words, disdain, contempt...all kinds of faces were staged in Jinling literati circles.

So it was very difficult for Fang Xing to sow the seeds.

Meeting this Xu Fangda today, he is a good kid in mathematics, Fang Xing was also a little surprised.