Cold is the biggest opponent for people coming from the south. Fang Yizhi put his hands in his sleeves, breathing hot air in front of his mouth and nose rhythmically. The snow stopped, and some young scholars who were huddled in the house came out. A few active scholars kneaded a few snowballs and threw them around. In the room, a red fire danced over the stove, and people were crowded around the stove. In this kind of weather, stop asking these young children to read and write. It was snowy and windy, the ground was slippery, and the newly appointed Shuntian Governor was still busy recruiting workers to dig coal in Xishan. Because of the war that lasted for more than half a year this year, the heavy snow came early again. Countless dignitaries poured into Beijing, causing the price of coal in Beijing to skyrocket. The Ministry of Household Affairs seems to have forgotten to allocate funds to the academy, so the students in the academy can only buy cheap firewood for heating. This place was originally where the Imperial Academy of the Ming Dynasty was located, and it occupies a huge area. Fang Yizhi brought 400 people to live in it two months ago, but it still seemed empty. They just lived in the Imperial College, but Fang Yizhi didn't want to turn the academy into an Imperial College, so he didn't take the initiative to go to the Ministry of Household Affairs to ask for money. ¡°When you take someone¡¯s money, you will inevitably think more about it when doing things or speaking. A long time ago, Fang Yizhi looked down upon the Imperial College. At that time, there were countless scholars in the Imperial College waiting to die. If the opportunity was good, one of them might wait for a job. If the opportunity was not good, the family would spend money to support him. Of course, most of them are not short of money, and most of the people in the Imperial College have spent money to get in. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: 100% waste is waiting to be revitalized; the emperor is very busy and the Zhongshu Province is short of money; the academy seems to have been forgotten after it was forcibly moved to Beijing. Fang Yizhi saw the noisy young people. He walked forward along the corridor. More than a hundred steps ahead, there was a bluestone path on the right, but it was now covered with snow. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the thick snow with his clogs. It was very quiet here. No one dared to play. The clogs left a row of footprints on the clean snow. Fang Yizhi stopped in front of the door of an old wing and stretched out his hand. "Duk, duk, duk," a hoarse voice came from inside. : "The door is not bolted." Fang Yizhi pushed open the door and stared at him with a pair of dark eyes. Those angry eyes seemed to push him out of the door. "Taichong," Fang Yizhi smiled. He stomped at the door and scattered the snow on his soles before walking in. Closing the door smoothly, he walked to the stool next to Huang Zongxi and sat down, crossed his legs, and said dissatisfied: "Don't look at people like this, thinking that the whole world is your enemy." "You don't care." Huang Zongxi put down his brush. , moved the stack of manuscripts on the right hand to the left. ""Mingyi Waiting for Interviews"" Fang Yizhi read out the five big characters on the cover of the completed manuscript softly, "You are the only one in the world who dares to write such a book." Huang Zongxi sneered: "What's the use of that?" Fang Yizhi The smile on Zhi's face became even thicker and he said: "No one cares about your anger, no one reads your book, I can't think of anything else that can support you to keep writing in such a cold day." Huang Zongxi put his hands on On the knees, the backs of both hands were swollen like steamed buns. Chilblains will stay with him until spring comes. "No one is reading it now, but it doesn't mean that no one will read it in the future. I'm afraid that if I don't finish this book soon, the regent will kill me." The expression of Huang Zongxi's anger is that of a child who was robbed of a lollipop. Throw it in an unnoticed corner. "It's not the regent, it's your majesty," Fang Yizhi corrected seriously. "Your Majesty, haha," Huang Zongxi mocked: "Yes, he is Your Majesty." Fang Yizhi pointed to the manuscript and said: "You said that a prime minister should be established to divide the power of the monarch. You said that business is both based on business. Your Majesty's junior position is not suitable for The major changes in the government are in line with your views. Is the Zhu family definitely better than the Zhai family?" He looked at Huang Zongxi, whose face turned red, with a smile. They are friends, so they know that although the person next to them is very knowledgeable, he actually looks like a stubborn teenage boy. If Huang Zongxi really disagrees with Zhai Zhe from the bottom of his heart, he will not come to Beijing. He was not a student of Suzhou Academy. The imperial edict only said that the students of the academy were forcibly moved to Old Beijing. Huang Zongxi thought with his mouth bulging. Even in front of the people closest to him, he would not admit defeat with his mouth. Fang Yizhi did not give him a chance to fight back, and continued: "Since you are aware of the harm caused by the old dynasty, you should know that it is impossible for the Zhu family to eliminate the flaws you mentioned. Who else, except Your Majesty, is following your manuscript? Don't tell me. In addition, you argued so fiercely with Mr. Dong Lin in Jiangnan that you wanted to abolish the eight-legged essay to recruit scholars. Who else would have the courage to do such a groundbreaking thing? " Huang Zongxi licked his cold and slightly purple lips, He said harshly: "If he does it, it will be considered done." "I'll make a bet with you," Fang Yizhi spread the five fingers of his right hand in front of his chest, "Within five years, the imperial court will abolish the eight-legged essay. Replace it with the knowledge of practical application." Huang Zongxi turned his head and his eyes fell on the gray-white window.On the window paper, it was snowy outside, and through the window paper it was still white, and the noise of young people in the distance could be heard softly. Fang Yizhi came here specifically to stab him today. He couldn't help it anymore and sneered: "In your eyes, His Majesty is just that good. He is not a king who only knows how to exploit the people of the world. He is the only one who is the greatest harm to the world." " "You are the one who is the greatest harm to the world," Fang Yizhi repeated softly. He could not say such a thing, so he admired his good friend very much. After venting his anger, Huang Zongxi continued: "When he ascended the throne, he was busy auctioning mines and levying commercial taxes. He didn't know how to care about the people. What's there to boast about?" There was gradually a smell of gunpowder between the two people. "Your Majesty has to do things, and to do things you need money. Do you want your Majesty to stay in Beijing and wait until a certain year when Mongolia or the Jurchens are prosperous, and then break into the Great Wall?" Your Majesty, like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, conquered all directions and spent all the savings of the Wen and Jing dynasties, but left the people with no food and clothing, and revolt? " Two best friends face each other, with a pair of slender eyes facing a pair of round eyes? Their eyes, their mouths puffed out, like two aggressive roosters. Fang Yizhi knew that Huang Zongxi was still very concerned about government affairs, otherwise he would not have known so quickly that the court wanted to increase business taxes and sell mines. In the end, he was the first to admit defeat. He chuckled, turned his head and rubbed his cold hands: "What are we arguing about here? It seems that we are the princes of the court?" Huang Zongxi pursued at an inappropriate time: "You had a chance, but now you regret it "Is it okay?" He really can't speak, so he doesn't have many friends. "Regret?" Fang Yizhi shook his head gently, "I want you to ask you to come out and help me, don't just sit in the room and write a book." The fierce confrontation with Huang Zongxi just now made him less interested in what he wanted to say. What kind of emperor is a good emperor? He sat in the academy, his heart was in the world, and he only hoped that the emperor would be a pioneering monarch like the Emperor Wu and Tang Zong of the Han Dynasty. But the Han Dynasty caused the rich Han people to become homeless, and Tang Zong laid the foundation for the separatist rule of the Tang vassal towns. Although Huang Zongxi is pedantic, few in the world can match his long-term vision. "For the people of the world, the days without war are the best days, right?"