Chapter 590: The founding of a new school!
That is New Year’s Eve.

A series of actions by the gold industry continuously adjusted the price of silver.

The current price of silver has dropped to the point where one tael of silver can only be exchanged for a few hundred copper coins, and one tael of gold can be exchanged for eleven taels and one copper coin of silver.

Those who had originally withdrawn countless silver coins from the gold bank finally began to panic.

If the gold exchange does not adjust the price back to silver after the new year.

That means they will actually lose 10% of their property.

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Although it only looks like one tenth.

But behind this ten percent is tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

If we count the silver withdrawn by all those who participated in the bank run this time, the loss will reach an appalling number.

However, just when the gold bank was stirring up the world's financial system.

With the arrival of the New Year, Changping Academy was already immersed in joy.

"bump!"

"Five barrels."

"..."

"Hu!"

"..."

The Mahjong room, which was originally bustling with activity, suddenly became quiet.

Sitting in the bottom position, he pushed down all the thirteen mahjong tiles in front of him, picked up the five-tube tile played by Master Nie Bao and put it into his own cards.

Wang Ji, who was sitting opposite, had his face flushed visibly in an instant.

Whoosh.

Bang.

Master Wang smashed the five tubes in his hand in front of Master Nie.

"Nie Shuangjiang!"

"Can you fight or not?"

“I won’t go to the kids’ table!”

Wang Ji roared, his whole body trembling with anger, and his eyes flushed as he stared at Nie Bao who had fired five barrels.

Old Master Qian Dehong, who was sitting in the position where Yan Shaoting was attacking, shrank his head and leaned back quietly.

Wang Ji was getting angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. "It's an open game. Runwu played a hand of 3, 5, 7, and 1. Are you blind? I almost broke my 5, and I didn't dare to play it. But you are so good!"

"Okay!"

"You are truly an expert!"

"You're the only one who knows how to play cards!"

While shouting, Wang Ji was so angry that he reached out and pushed down all the thirteen mahjong tiles in front of Nie Bao.

Wang Ji, who was already extremely furious, became even more furious when he saw the cards.

He picked up the unique nine-tube in front of Nie Bao, and then slammed it heavily in front of Nie Bao.

"Good good!"

"You don't play the nine tubes, you play the five tubes!"

"Today I will teach you about the anger of a common man!"

As he spoke, Master Nie stood up angrily and rolled up his sleeves.

It seemed that the game was about to start at the card table.

This is a big deal.

The people who were gathered around to look at the cards and chat in the greenhouse all stood up and stepped forward to grab the furious Master Nie.

Yan Song, who had already left the table, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and stood in front of Nie Bao.

In this situation, Yan Shifan could only bow his head and act like a subordinate. He pulled Master Nie and repeatedly persuaded him, "Maybe Master Nie has been playing for too long, he is tired, and his eyesight is blurry, so he played the wrong card."

Lu Wenyan, the daughter-in-law, also advised: "It must be as the father-in-law said. Master Nie has been beating for too long. It's almost time now, why not go to the front to eat. When it gets dark later, there will be a fireworks show. This year, my husband specially invited a Kunqu Opera troupe from Suzhou to perform in front of the academy."

Wang Ji's anger did not diminish at all.

There was no longer the harmonious and friendly relationship he had with Nie Bao and his fellow brothers before they sat down at the table.

Although he was stopped by Yan Song and pulled by Yan Shifan.

But Wang Ji still pointed at Nie Bao angrily and said, "I think this guy is not a good person! He must be jealous of my talent and knowledge!"

"Old man!"

"If you have the guts, I'll fight you to the death today!"

Mr. Wang, who had been in increasingly poor health in the past two years, now showed no signs of pain at all and his face was flushed.

Nie Bao, who played the five-tube card, looked at the other party coldly.

"There is no logic at the poker table."

"I don't need you to teach me how to play cards!"

This is a situation that neither side is willing to shut down.

Nie Bao was so angry that he almost burst into anger.

But at this moment.

Qian Dehong, who had originally shrunk his head, suddenly said, "Fight! Fight!"

As soon as these words came out.

Nie Bao also slapped the table and stood up.

"beat!"

"Then fight!"

Yan Shaoting was completely speechless.

These old gentlemen are usually world-renowned scholars and masters of the School of Mind. Whenever they go out, they are respected elders and they are always kind and amiable in their dealings with others.

But once I got to the card table.

That means beating your brothers first and your parents later.

Ever since.

When the argument gets heated at the poker table.

Yan Shaoting stood up from the table and pulled his eldest son Yan Wuyou, who was curled up on the side, over.

Then he reached out and pinched the back of Haodaer's neck hard.

Yan Wuyou, who was blinking and looking at the quarrel between the old men with curiosity, suddenly felt his neck shrink and started crying out in pain.

The child's cry was so shrill.

It instantly drowned out the quarrel at the scene.

Even Master Wang, who was the most enraged, lost his temper in an instant. He looked over quickly and saw that Yan Wuyou's face was covered with tears. His white beard trembled.

"Ouch!"

"Why is our grandson crying?"

As he was speaking, Mr. Wang coughed and started to walk over on trembling tiptoes.

Nie Bao, who was about to have a big quarrel with Wang Ji, also turned his head.

He even got ahead of Wang Ji and approached Yan Wuyou, who was crying louder and louder.

The old man has a head full of white hair. According to the Nie family, he has five generations living under the same roof.

At this moment, he was rubbing Yan Wuyou's face with one hand and taking out the candied fruits he carried with him from his pocket with the other hand.

"Don't cry, Wuyou. Grandma Nie has your favorite candied fruit here."

The child cried so sadly.

The old men also stopped arguing completely.

He saw himself being pushed aside by these old men who were surrounding his own grown son.

Yan Shaoting clearly felt the gloomy and sinister look of his daughter-in-law standing opposite him. He could only shrink his head and silently said in his heart that in order to prevent the old men from getting angry and making mistakes, he had to sacrifice his eldest son once again.

At this time, a servant came in from outside and said something in Yan Shifan's ear.

Yan Shifan, who had retired to the Imperial Academy, immediately smiled and stood on tiptoe, shouting to the crowd: "Fellow old men, the banquet has been prepared in front. It is rare that the brothers, sisters-in-law, brothers and sisters-in-law of the Wang, Nie and Qian families and the gang of boys have all come to the capital this year. We should eat early and go out to watch the show together."

At this time, Yan Wuyou's crying gradually subsided.

With Yan Shifan's call, everyone in the greenhouse naturally responded.

Yan Shaoting fell behind and looked at the young people from the three families who were in their twenties and thirties around him: "Brothers, let's go to the front together."

Since the three old masters came to Beijing and stayed in Changping Academy, in the first year, none of the three families' children came because they didn't have time.

But every year after that, children from the three families also came.

It’s just that this year’s number is the most complete and the largest.

He didn't take it seriously at first.

I just think that the young men of the three families saw that the three old men were getting older and older, and they wanted to show more filial piety and did not want the old men to travel back and forth between the north and the south, so they all came here together this year.

But when he found out, the three young men were all invited by the three old masters personally.

He knew that this matter was probably not simple.

A large group of people came out of the greenhouse and headed straight to the front of the academy.

Today, the academy is getting bigger and bigger, offering more and more subjects. After repeated reorganizations, it now has five major branches: the School of Classics, the School of Arithmetic, the School of Engineering, the School of Medicine, and the School of Enlightenment.

It is for this reason that the number of teachers employed in the academy has already exceeded one hundred.

Plus the managers of the academy.

All in all, dozens of people were unable to return to their hometowns to reunite with their families during the Chinese New Year.

With so many people, it was natural that the banquet would be held in front of the academy.

When everyone reached the front, many people showed curiosity on their faces.

There was quite a bit of noise in the greenhouse just now.

On the contrary, the old man Wang Ji, who had been furious because of a five-tube card, stood in front of everyone and said with a smile: "Today is New Year's Eve, which means peace every year, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. I won't say much. Now everyone just eats and drinks. Everything is in the red envelopes that Runwu prepared for you."

The wages in the academy were not low to begin with, and Yan Shaoting had always been generous and respectful to the gentlemen in the academy.

However, even the great scholars and teachers in academies are not immune to this.

Mr. Wang's words are really exciting.

For a moment, the whole audience applauded.

Yan Shaoting muttered silently, and looked at Master Nie, who had reconciled with him and was even sitting at the main table. The two of them were arm in arm and preparing to drink and chat. He could only smile slightly.

Then he gave Yan Wuyou, the eldest son sitting at the children's table, a look that showed guilt but he would do it again next time.

But some of them dissipated with the aroma of wine.

Until it gets late.

After dinner, the people of Changping went out of their homes and onto the streets, and the scene became increasingly lively.

The banquet had already been cleared, and Nie Bao, who was sitting at the main table, glanced at his son who was sitting at the next table.

"Military dog."

Nie Yingji, who is now a grandfather, immediately showed helplessness on his face.

I am already a grandfather, but my old father still calls me by my nickname.

But Nie Yingji still stepped forward respectfully: "Father."

Nie Bao looked at Wang Ji, Qian Dehong and the others, then nodded at his son.

"Take the things out."

"Yes."

Nie Yingji responded and went to a nearby room, personally took out a small wooden box, and placed it in front of his father and the other two old men.

Master Nie's action immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Nie Bao also smiled and put his hand on the wooden box, looked at everyone, and slowly stood up.

"You are all wise men of my generation. I am a little older than you. I studied under my master in the past. Although I am not very good at the art, I have never lost the face of my master. Now I feel that I am half dead, but my master... the thoughts of the people of my generation cannot be stopped."

As a real junior present, Yan Shaoting's role in today's occasions is basically to accompany drinking and wait.

He stood aside, looking at Master Nie with a smile on his face, and his heart couldn't help but be moved.

But the old man had already looked at him and continued, "Therefore, I would like to ask all the wise men to be witnesses today."

As soon as these words came out, everyone knew that the old man was going to make a big decision.

The two old masters Wang Ji and Qian Dehong beside Nie Bao also slowly stood up.

Nie Bao looked at Yan Shaoting.

"Moisturize things."

Although Yan Shaoting had some guesses in his mind, he was still startled when he heard the voice and hurried forward.

"The students are here."

Nie Bao opened the wooden box under his hand with a smile on his face.

In front of everyone, he took out a beautifully edited book.

Nie Yingji held it in both hands and presented it to Yan Shaoting.

He only glanced at the book cover and immediately looked up at the other person: "Uncle..."

Nie Yingji just nodded.

Nie Bao said loudly: "This is the original manuscript of the book "Chronicle of the Master" compiled by my fellow disciples and I in the past. I am now passing it on to the virtuous younger generation."

Yan Shaoting had already raised his arms and stretched out his hands.

Nie Yingji carefully placed the Wang Yangming genealogy in his hand, and then walked back to his father.

This time, it was Wang Ji who took out a book from the wooden box.

Nie Yingji still sent it to Yan Shaoting and placed it in the chronology.

Wang Ji said loudly to everyone, "This is the annotated version of the Four Books by my teacher himself before he founded Yangming Academy in Shaoxing in the fourth year of Jiajing. It is now passed on to the virtuous and talented younger generation."

The original Yangming genealogy is nothing.

But when this copy of "Collected Commentaries on the Four Books" annotated by Mr. Yangming and revised by Zhu Xi in the past was placed in Yan Shaoting's hands.

The whole audience was amazed.

But that end.

Qian Dehong had already taken out the last few books from the wooden box and asked Nie Yingji to deliver them to Yan Shaoting.

"This is the original collection of the Heart Learning manuscript written by my teacher when he was lecturing at Shaoxing Academy. I am now passing it on to the virtuous younger generation."

This time.

The whole audience was shocked.

Everyone was surprised and in an uproar, looking at Yan Shaoting who was receiving the book.

It was only at this time that people understood that today’s situation could no longer be summarized as preaching and receiving teachings.

This was to push Yan Shaoting to the position of the orthodox successor of the School of Mind, and from then on he would be the leader of the new school among the literati.

What is even more shocking is the original manuscript of Mr. Yangming's Philosophy of Mind, a large part of which was left in the Wang family. The fact that they were all put together and handed over to Yan Shaoting this time means that the Wang family also acknowledged this matter.

Even Yan Shaoting felt that the books in his hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But the old men did not end today's affairs.

Finally, Nie Bao, the disciple of Mr. Yangming who had studied the philosophy of mind most deeply, spoke.

"In the past, the teacher realized the truth and founded a school, opened a school, taught and answered questions, and now there are countless students in the scholarly community."

"However, the teacher also said at that time that knowledge and action should be unified, and conscience should be followed, and the principles of heaven should be understood, and the heart should be outward. The teacher taught us, and we often heard him say that principles do not need to be restricted to one place, and the heart is the foundation, the heart is the principle, and external things cannot interfere."

Mention the things that happened when I was studying.

There was a look of sadness and reminiscence on old master Nie Bao's face.

Turn around.

Old Master Nie smiled and said, "Over the years, we old men have been honored to be raised here. Mr. Fang has taught us and answered our questions. In the academy, there are hundreds of wise men and thousands of students. There are countless people who have completed their studies. Inside and outside the academy, there is only one academy of classics, but the principles are clearer. I and others believe that Mr. Fang's heart learning is the source, and now our Changping Academy has opened up thousands of schools and strives for the world to be united. We should discuss new learning, follow the trend of the times, promote our Han culture, and pass it on for generations to prosper."

There was silence.

Xinxue is the source and the new school of thought is founded!
This is what the three old masters want to do today.

Involuntarily, people's breathing became rapid.

This could bring about a huge change in the cultural context of Shilin!

Even Yan Shaoting, the person involved, was shocked. He never expected that the three old masters would do this in public today.

however.

The three old masters, already with heads full of white hair, were full of energy and their eyes were clear.

Seeing Yan Shaoting's gaze.

The three old masters just smiled knowingly and nodded slightly.

It's just in those clear and penetrating eyes.

But it is full of hope and expectations.

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