General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 197 Your name is He Xinyin?

From admiring Cheng Zhu's Confucianism to opposing Cheng Zhu's and repelling Xinxue, Yang Shen's transformation can be traced in the past 26 years.

Yang Shen is a symbol of the late Ming Dynasty. At the same time as the study of the mind was rising, many great Confucians both hated the rigidity of the study of Neo-Confucianism and were disappointed by the emptiness of the study of the mind.

Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, and Wang Tingxiang have all noticed this.

It's just that the budding capitalism of Ming Dynasty in history was too weak, and the material changes to the entire Ming Dynasty were not comprehensive.
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This scene at Jiming Temple was clearly seen by the scholars around.

They suddenly discovered that these high-ranking Confucian scholars are not always so sage.

The attitude towards this cock crowing conference has also changed from initial expectation and longing to stunned.

In the end, adhering to the guiding ideology of all coming, I decided to ride on a tree and watch this rare big weapon fight first.

"Yang Yongxiu! You let me wait for the gentleman to sweep the floor!"

"Sweep everything, why is Mr. Shuangjiang afraid of so much?!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Shen took Ning Jue's court wat and swung it towards the desk in Nie Bao's hand.

Just heard a "click".

A corner of Ning Jue's tablet was broken.

The book case in Nie Bao's hand was dug out by Chaohu.

Both of them were startled.

"Yang Yongxiu! What is that in your hand?!"

Yang Shen slapped his forehead in frustration.

"Why was I so pedantic back then, I never thought of this!"

Ning Jue in the meditation room looked at Yang Shen outside with some distress.

"No, Mr. Yang, take it easy, it's quite expensive..."

Yang Shen and Nie Bao started to chase.

Behind Nie Bao, a few old friends of his disciples also showed their supernatural powers, breaking the leg of the table and fighting with Yang Shen and his party.

It's just that although Yang Shen and others are old, they have experienced the considerations of the early years of Jiajing after all.

The Xinxue group spend their whole day lecturing, they are often high-minded scholars, and they don't have any chance to exercise at all. Only by virtue of their large number of people can they compete with Yang Shen and others.

In the end, Yang Shen knocked Nie Bao over with his wat board, looked at the people in the distance and said loudly: "Take care, try not to beat him to death!"

Those great Confucian scholars who used to sit and talk about Taoism, when they started to move their hands, they were just little old men one by one, and they also used eight fists to cooperate with verbal attacks, and those with too many teeth left could go all out and take a bite or two.

The cock crowing meeting lasted from sunrise to dawn. The two sides discussed enthusiastically and exchanged views cordially.

Until the branches of the moon rise, the Jiming Temple is brightly lit.

Only then did Yang Shen lie on the ground, panting heavily and looking at Du Luan who was also covered in blood.

"Yu Wen, back then at Zuoshunmen, if you could run as fast as today, would you still have Zhang Fujing?"

Du Luan, who was lying on the ground, was also panting heavily.

"I'm old, I can't do it anymore, Qingming, I heard you Yang Sheng'an, and I'm ready to fight, but I just don't believe what you said."

"Don't believe it? Does Yu Wen have a good idea to set up his own family?"

Du Luan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"I don't have that ability, but I'm envious of Sheng'an, being alone, so unrestrained."

Yang Shen didn't make a sound anymore, just lay quietly in the Jiming Temple and looked at the moonlight.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.
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In the pavilion, listen to Mai Fu's explanation of the cause and effect.

Zhang Juzheng slapped the book case suddenly: "A real man should be like this! Yang Yongxiu is indeed still the crazy man he was back then."

"What is the difference between Yang Yongxiu's behavior and my experiment in Xishan that day? It's not the disadvantage." Sitting by the window, Ning Jue glanced at the mess in the temple: "If you want to come out, if you want to come back, in the final analysis, it hasn't come out yet." ."

Ning Jue knew that even if Yang Shen was willing to let go, the fruit would not fall until the fruit was ripe.

No amount of fussing.

Zhang Juzheng looked at Ning Jue suspiciously.

"What do you mean by Brother Ning?"

Before Ning Jue could speak, Ning Jue saw Lu Bing hurried upstairs.

"You'll find out right away."

Lu Bing came to Zhu Zaiyu directly, immediately bowed down and said: "Your Highness, something happened down the mountain."

Zhu Zaishun frowned.

"What's the matter?"

"The scholars on Jiming Mountain started fighting, saying that they were imitating the great Confucianism, and they knew how to beat each other. From Jiming Temple to Guozijian, they fought one after another!"

Zhang Juzheng and Zhu Zaishun were all stunned in place.

"This is not Mr. Sheng'an's original intention!"

"Don't you understand yet? When you don't know where the road leads to, you can only stare at the road under your feet. The road under your feet is only Confucianism and mind learning, and there is no other way!"

"What's more, there are many empress merchants in this Guozijian, and it's even more difficult to wake up if they involve themselves."

Ning Jue stood up one step at a time, staring fixedly at the fire at the foot of the mountain.

"What do you think it is?"

"A fighting scholar?"

"No." Ning Jue's tone sank, and he said, "It's the disciples of Xinxue who are receiving the hero's triumphant return."

The expressions of Zhang Juzheng and Zhu Zaixun couldn't help but become serious.

"Why are these people so indisputable?!"

"Looking from the top of the mountain, it seems that there is a cavalry mobilization. They are so elegant and shameless that they are respected by others. Even the triumphant return of the anti-captive soldiers does not have such ostentation!"

"Are they really shameless to such an extent in Xinxue?"

Ning Jue took a sip of the teacup and said, "Oh, that's because I reported the letter to the Duke of Wei. The cavalry should be the servants of Duke Wei's mansion."

Even the inner circle of the temple fell into silence.
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At the foot of Jiming Mountain, a group of crazy scholars surrounded Nie Bao, He Xinyin and others with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"Sir! Learning by heart has won! It was Yang Yongxiu who made the move first! They are at a loss for words!"

"Nonsense! It's Neo-Confucianism that won..." Before the voice could finish speaking, it seemed to be dragged further and further away.

Seeing this, Nie Bao couldn't help being overjoyed.

"There are so many students in the Ming Dynasty! The master said that there is hope for ZTE!"

All the disciples immediately agreed.

"ZTE is promising."

It's just that when everyone cheered, Nie Bao's expression gradually became stiff.

"These are also our Xinxue disciples?"

The scholars surrounding Nie Bao turned around, only to find Xu Pengju in armor riding on a horse, watching everyone not far away.

"Well, let me ask you, who is He Xinyin?"

Before everyone came back to their senses, a figure in the crowd ran back.

But it quickly returned.

Because they found that all the servants of Wei Guogong's mansion were behind them.

Nie Bao raised his hand towards Xu Peng and said, "Wei Gong, we don't know the person you mentioned."

"You mean, all of you are called He Xinyin?"

Nie Bao swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and then asked: "What does Duke Wei mean by that?"

Xu Pengju shouted suddenly.

"Damn it, the old man in office doesn't dare to deal with it, and you, a corrupt official who is idle, don't dare to beat him?"

"Hit me! Anyway, they messed it up themselves, even if I report it to Yuqian, I won't admit it, it's all Yang Shen's beating!"

"Here!"

All the family members of Duke Wei's mansion rushed forward and surrounded Nie Bao and his party.

"Wei Gong! These are the true inheritors of mind learning, the seeds of scholars!"

Holding up his stick, Xu Peng scolded angrily: "Don't say it's the true teaching of the mind. His real Wang Shouren had to politely ask me to send troops when the Pingning Mansion was in chaos. What are you guys?!"

"Hit! As long as you can't die, hit to death!"

"Since my Xu family opened a public house, I have never heard of anyone daring to ambush the Xu family in the street! It's against you!"

That night, Jiming Mountain was brightly lit, and you could drag out a few stunned scholars by looking for any bushes.

And outside of Jinling.

Zhejiang, which is adjacent to Songjiang and has seven parts of mountains and rivers and three parts of fields, is destined to be the first province to be affected.

It's just that Xiang Yuanbian still thinks everything too simply.

The manufacturing process of the hydraulic spinning machine is not difficult, and soon some carpenters figured out the principle.

Soon a large number of imitations appeared.

Small and medium merchants from Zhejiang and Zhejiang provinces also joined in.

Batches of cotton yarn spun by water power were born out of nowhere.

Although these cotton yarns are much thicker than those spun by foot spinning machines, they are cotton yarns after all.

Zou Wang, who had just returned to Xishan, was completely shocked by the mountain of cotton yarn in front of him.

Zou Wang grabbed Zou Laihe by the collar and asked nervously, "Where do these cotton yarns come from? The imperial court has a law of the Ming Dynasty, so we can't do decapitation!"

"Father, I didn't steal it. My son entrusted someone to make it. It's all cotton yarn produced by the Xiang family. It's a bit thicker. It can't hold up to a large quantity!"

Hearing what his son said, Zou Wang heaved a sigh of relief.

Just looking at the cotton gauze in his hand, Zou Wang's forehead soon seeped cold sweat.

"No, it's still not right... The price of yarn in Jiangnan is about to plummet."

as a businessman.

Zou Wang knew better than anyone what it means to have so much cotton yarn popping out of nowhere.

"How many cotton cloths are there in our house, all of them are out! Don't keep a single piece!"

"Father, the market for this cotton cloth is very tight. They are all in short supply. Let's not wait any longer?"

"The price of cotton yarn has come down, how long do you expect the price of cotton cloth to go up? The current price of cotton is the top of the mountain! Ship!"

"Here."

Shipments of cotton yarn were shipped to downstream cloth merchants, and cloth merchants who sensed that the limelight was not right also started to deliver goods.
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However, a piece of news gradually changed Xiang Yuanbian's attitude.

Because the money he borrowed was really too much.

And the interest on this money is so low that Xiang Yuanbian can't even think about it.

"My lord, 10 taels of silver, this is just the Songjiang Prefecture, the little one didn't expect to borrow so much silver in the end, it's really impossible, the little one will give it back?"

"Return?! The silver in hand, how can there be any reason to return it?!"

Xiang Yuan looked greedily at the boxes of silver in front of him.

"A lot of cotton yarn, a lot of noble people waiting to collect cotton cloth."

"Heaven can't take it, but it's the blame!"

"Master, one spinning wheel can produce more than 120 catties of cotton yarn a day. How can we weave it?"

"If you can't finish weaving, go recruit people. There are plenty of people in the two capitals and 13 provinces!"

Xiang Yuanbian obviously didn't have so much family and country righteousness in his head.

As for whether these people can have enough to eat, that has nothing to do with me as a mere businessman.

That is something His Majesty and the nobles need to worry about.

Anyway, I paid them wages.

(End of this chapter)