Jia Yu stood in front of his classmates and watched the students talking about their experiences.

It was his turn. He was quietly pulled by Zhao Yan as soon as he wanted to go out.

What did you say, a child?

Jia Yu was very dissatisfied.

"Sign up!"

People all signed up enthusiastically.

"It's done!"

Li Boyi said excitedly: "Can such a method be achieved?"

He really doesn't understand.

"You are so rich!"

Jia Ping'an explained Li Boyi's confusion clearly in one sentence.

"You have never felt the difficulties of these people, so you naturally cannot understand that they are excited because of the extra opportunity, and they cannot understand that their anxiety about their children and grandchildren are eager to change their destiny."

Li Boyi was stunned, "In other words... whoever can make their lives better will listen to whom?"

Jia Ping'an looked at him, "What do you think?"

Li Boyi said: "Didn't you hold a sword and a gun to intimidate them?"

"The swords and guns will not last long." Jia Ping'an felt that there was something wrong with these people's minds. "The people under the swords and guns will bow their heads, but this will only rigidify the Tang Dynasty. When the Tang Dynasty becomes rigid, the decline is inevitable. The more rigid the decline, the faster and thoroughly it will be."

A talent show dispelled everyone's doubts, and the registration stall opened, and it was crowded with people!

Chen Jiyan and others quietly escaped.

Jia Ping'an nodded, Bao Dong and others followed.

"To be liquidated?"

Li Boyi smiled, very bad.

"I'm a generous person."

Jia Ping'an was looking at his son.

This time, Jia Ping'an's purpose is to let him see.

See people's sentiments and opinions.

The father and son met outside later.

"Aye, why are those people so happy?"

"Because their children can learn lifelong knowledge through new learning in the future."

Jia Yu thought for a while, "Where is Confucianism?"

Jia Ping'an said, "No matter how much you say, 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 quietly walked away with his son.

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

One by one, the students of mathematics stood there, accepting inquiries from the people.

What Jia Ping'an saw were smiling faces.

...

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

"It's not right there."

Li Boyi looked pale, and the owner of the private school was surprised: "Why is it inappropriate?"

"Go to the room to talk." Yang Qing felt that it was best to say something privately.

They entered the room.

"I thought Jia Ping'an was helpless, but he knew that he had actually brought in students who were studying. After a show, the people flocked to sign up."

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

“The practicality of mathematics.”

The gentleman looked up and saw a blank face.

...

Jia Ping'an took his son outside the private school.

The private school occupies a considerable area and even has a door.

"Who are you looking for?"

The door is very serious.

Jia Ping'an said, "I want to go in and take a look."

The man shook his head, "Where do you come from or I will report to the official."

Jia Ping'an said, "What if I go in and get someone!"

A group of soldiers appeared behind him. The door was about to scream, but Xu Xiaoyu held the hilt in his hand, "Do you want to inform me?"

How dare you a disciple?

"Don't dare!"

Jia Ping'an took his son to a private school.

The soldiers didn't go in.

Menzi wondered, "Aren't you taking someone?"

“Get it later.”

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

"Be careful of the five classics of Hui, and the five classics are in line with each other. Hui is beautiful. The five classics are the teachings of the five constants, the father is righteous, the mother is kind, the brother is friendly, the younger brother is respectful, and the son is filial."

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

Jia Ping'an nodded, "Shangshu talked about ancient history, what do you think have you learned?"

Jia Yu thought about it, "I don't know."

Jia Ping'an smiled, "For the general public, it only takes knowledge of ancient history, but for Confucianism, they have to think through ancient history thoroughly, and even chew up ancient history, and use those ancient history to write articles to express their thoughts..."

"Aye, then...what can that be done?"

"I can't do anything, I can only search for chapters and sentences."

"On the first day of the first month, I ended with the ancestor Wen. The previous day was the first day. It was the last day. It was the matter of Yao's ending the throne. Wen Zu is the temple of Yao Wende."

The sound of reading is indeed refreshing.

Jia Ping'an took him to the other side.

"The emperor is the most beautiful person. The king sent envoys to him. He sent him with rituals and music. His words were far away and he had bright light."

Jia Ping'an looked at his son, and Jia Yu scratched his head, "Aye, I haven't learned it."

Jia Ping'an smiled and said, "This is Mao Shi."

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

Jia Ping'an said: "Whether it is Mao Shi, Shangshu, or anything else, you should pay attention to it, it is written by predecessors."

Jia Yu doesn't understand.

"Confucianism is the standard for writings by people in the past, searching for chapters and summarizing sentences, and artificially increasing the difficulty... The purpose is to make these originally simple knowledge complicated and raise the threshold..."

"The writings of the predecessors can be learned, but most of Confucianism are illusory things, poetry, history... What is missing in Confucianism? It lacks creativity."

The father and son stood under the tree and talked. A student came out to pee. When he heard a few words, he couldn't help but get furious and went back to say something.

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

"Aye, what is creativity?"

This question is well asked.

"We must first talk about social progress. What is social progress? As the father, we believe that social progress is multifaceted. Workers, farmers and commerce continue to improve grain output, continuously improve the efficiency and ability of craftsmen, and continuously improve commercial circulation... All the purposes are to enhance people's strength and national strength."

"How can people's strength and national strength be improved? Yes, it is also poetry and essays? It is not. It depends on creativity. Where does creativity come from? Creativity comes from change of concepts and knowledge."

A student was furious and was about to speak out, but two classmates covered his mouth from left to right and glared at him.

This is a theory they have never heard of before. They want to refute it but find it particularly reasonable.

Who is this person?

"For example, there is a knowledge of improving the efficiency of craftsmen in the new school. Such craftsmen continue to explore. They could build a carriage in one day, but now they can build ten carriages in one day. Some people even think that carriages are not good, so they invented vehicles that run faster and carry more goods and people. This is creativity."
To be continued...