Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 Yang Tiantian is sixteen years old this year, his parents are there, and he has a lovely sister.

"Tian Tian, ​​today father went to the ground, and you are studying at home, or you can go to Mr. Li to listen to the class."

Yang Dahan smiled and said, seeing that the three books were well protected, he said: "Last time my father bought those two books in the bookstore, he also gave ten extra coins. Fortunately, the boss was kind, so Tian Tian Ah, you have to study hard, next time Xing He uncle publishes a book, father will buy it for you."

Yang Tiantian looked at his father's black face, feeling sour, and stood up and said, "Father, I want to find something to do."

Yang Da stunned: "Why, haven't you learned it?"

Yang Tiantian raised his eyebrows and said: "Father, Xing He and Uncle said that if you want to know and do, the child just learns but doesn't do it. This is a nerd, and it's useless with the country and the family."

Speaking of which Yang Tiantian opened the second book of mathematics, there was a line of words written by Fang Xing: the unity of knowledge and action.

Yang Dahan smiled and said, "Okay, Dad doesn't understand this, but what the old man Xing He Bo said must be correct. Just go, don't worry about family affairs."

After Yang Da went out, an eight or nine-year-old girl crept over: "Big brother, what do you teach me to learn today?"

For women studying, especially in the countryside, this is a bit scary to say.

Yang Tiantian pulled his younger sister over and said, "Huahua, you have learned a lot of words. Brother teaches you some simple maths."

The next day, Yang Tiantian entered Jinling City with a burden on his back.

It is not the first time that Yang Tiantian has entered Jinling City. He had followed his father Yang Da to sell mountain products in Jinling City during the previous New Year's Day, so he was not unfamiliar.

He entered the city from Jubao Gate. Before entering the city, he glanced at Jubao Mountain, and his heart was itchy. But thinking that he was the only male in the family, he sighed with regret.

At noon, Yang Tiantian sat down in front of a closed shop, then took out a rice ball, and had a meal with clear water.

After eating a simple lunch, Yang Tiantian asked one by one along the street.

"The shopkeeper, do you want the accountant?"

"do not want!"

"The shopkeeper, do you want the accountant?"

"do not want……"

"..."

After more than an hour, Yang Tiantian found nothing. He stood outside the door of No.1 Fresh, looking confusedly at Fang Eleven inside who was proficient in abacus.

After finishing the calculation, Fang Eleven put the account book in a satisfactory manner, and prepared to show it to Zhang Shuhui today.

"Are the guests here for dinner?"

The guy saw Yang Tiantian at the door and asked with a smile.

Yang Tiantian shook his head and said plainly: "The kid has no money, just came to find a living."

Fang Shixi was kneading his tiger's mouth, and he came over and said, "The little brother is here to find a living? But the first freshman is enough. Why don't you look elsewhere."

Yang Tiantian nodded in frustration and was about to go out. Fang Shixi saw the pitiful baby and asked, "What kind of work do you want?"

Yang Tiantian scratched his head and said, "Big brother, the kid has learned Xinghebo's mathematics, and anyone in the village who wants to settle accounts and write letters will ask me to go."

"Oh! That's some talent."

Fang Shiyi smiled and said, "Since this is the case, I remember that Yan's drugstore needs a counter. You can try it and turn right in front."

"Thank you brother."

Yang Tiantian was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly thanked him.

Fang 11 guessed that this kid still doesn't know who the boss of Dixian is, but since he is Fang Xue's kid, he must give some pointers.

"Since you have taught Fangxue by yourself, you should know that studying Fangxue does not necessarily have to be a bookkeeper, but to draw inferences from one another. Shouldn't people who have studied mathematics do other things? Isn’t a small business easier to make money than others?"

There are many vivid and practical exercises in the teaching materials of Fangxue. After you have learned them through, you can do things more easily than others, and will also analyze them.

Yang Tiantian said gratefully: "The kid knows, it's just that the kid is thinking about finding a trick that can be used to learn from the top, and then knowing and doing as Xing and Uncle said, as for the future, the kid will definitely plan slowly."

"He's a nice kid!"

When Fang sent the account book back on November 11, he raised the matter with Fang Xing.

Before Fang Xing spoke, Xie Jin was horrified and horrified: "Dehua, did you foresee this scene a long time ago?"

Xie Jin can't help but be surprised, if it goes on like this, will he have it in the future?

After Fang Eleven left, Xie Jin closed the door of the study, turned around and asked sternly; ‘Dehua, what do you want to do?"

Fang Xing said in surprise: "Mr. Xie, I didn't do anything!"

"What did you not do?"

Xie Jin sneered and said, "The old man said why you are willing to post money to sell books. It turns out that you have a big plan!"

Fang Xing said innocently: "Mr. Jie, I don't have so many conspiracies, but I want the people of Daming to learn something, at least not to open their eyes and blindness. Why is there so much conspiracy?"

Xie Jin's eyes were a little more cautious: "After all, there are only a few people who can study in Daming, but you have found a different way to start from the poor. Use cheap to compete with Confucianism for children, and use practicality to seduce those poor. If it is given to you for ten years Confucianism is in danger!"

Fang Xing glanced outside the door, and then said, "Mr. Xie thinks this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Xie Jin was surprised, he thought Fang Xing would not admit it.

"The good and the bad are mixed, your prescriptions are based on practicality and the study of all things is the direction, while Confucianism..."

Xie Jin smiled bitterly and said, "Confucianism only asks for xinxing. How does this differ from Buddhism and Taoism!"

Xie Jin was swearing, and Fang Xing couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Xie, what was practical a thousand years ago? Isn't it just farming and ironing, adding some handicrafts, Kong Shengren naturally looks down on it, so he established a system with a high-level building. , But this system is too metaphysical and ungrounded!"

"Grounding?"

Xie Jin was confused, and Fang Xing explained: "It just doesn't connect with the people. Didn't you say that people's daily use is knowledge?"

"Yes, I am confused."

Xie Jin said dejectedly: "You deliberately debunked that unicorn? All the purpose is to dedicate the Kunlun collection to your majesty ~www.readwn.com~ and then let your majesty know how big overseas is and how many resources there are."

Fang Xing did not answer directly: "If Daming wants to build a leader overseas, he must build a stronger ship, otherwise a storm will cause the loss of the fleet. He also needs to build more powerful firearms, so that he can compete with those Foreign races overseas compete, otherwise those white people will use muskets to sweep Da Ming's knives and guns into the garbage dump of history!"

Xie Jin sighed: "You think you don't have enough time, so have you started paying attention to your Majesty?"

Fang Xing shook his head and nodded: "Tai Sun is fine, but..."

"But you can't hibernate forever, you don't have the patience to hibernate, right?"

Xie Jin stared at Fang Xing with piercing eyes, and he felt that he was restless. If Daming hadn't had him, he would have been at peace like the former Song Dynasty, and then waited until the country declined and was harvested by aliens with sabers.

Fang Xing said awkwardly: "Mr. Xie, I'm just a small beating. If it stays the same, I am worried that when the grandson goes up, some things are already deeply ingrained."

Xie Jin asked, "Are you worried that Taisun won't be able to control the civil servants and generals? At that time, your Fangxue will become the target of public criticism, and you will attack them!"

A fallen leaf floated in outside the door, withered and lifeless, Fang Xing said lightly: "Yes!"

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