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Chapter 285 Counterattack

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    Life in Xishan is fulfilling.

    The scholars not only liked Mr. Wang¡¯s classes during the day, but also liked Mr. Liu and Mr. Jiang¡¯s classes on eight-legged writing at night.

    Most of the seventy or eighty people present here are failures in the imperial examinations. Most of them, like Liu Jie, belong to the category of people who give up on treatment.

    " But what Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan taught was very interesting, and everyone listened attentively.

    After school that day, Liu Jie returned to Liu Mansion from Xishan.

    At this time, Liu Jian had just taken off duty.

    Liu Jian has been worried about Jinzhou in the past few days. Because the city is under siege, there is almost no news coming. At this time he is somewhat resigned to his fate.

    Now the imperial court is afraid that there will be any urgent news from Jinzhou. Once there is an urgent report that Jinzhou has fallen, it will almost be a disastrous defeat for the entire Ming Dynasty, not to mention there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians there.

    Thinking of this, Liu Jian became worried.

    After seeing his son come back, he was all muddy and seemed to be preparing to take a bath. Liu Jian found him, forced out a smile and said, "Going to Xishan again?"

    "Yes." Liu Jie saluted his father.

    Liu Jian looked at his son, with a kind smile, but behind the smile, there was a bit of sadness.

    Poor my son is not angry.

    Think about Li Dongyang's son, who won the Jinshi, and Wang Ao's nephew, not to mention this guy Xie Qian.

    ?It is said that family studies have a long history, so why don¡¯t I have one?

    "What did the gentlemen teach you in Xishan?"

    Liu Jie was silent for a moment before saying: "I dug the flue during the day."

    Liu Jian couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Can you learn knowledge by digging flues?"

    "Yes, you have to dig flues to heat the ground. There are many flues underground in the Xishan Mountains, and there is a large chimney in the Liuli Workshop. It is said that a large amount of charcoal is burned to smelt glass. The hot gas is burned through  The flue is transmitted to greenhouses everywhere, so that heat is not wasted and fruits and vegetables can be produced in the greenhouses. At the same time, Fengcheng Hou can also use this for research crops."

    "I didn't expect that there are so many Taoisms in it." Liu Jian said with emotion: "They are all people who are willing to do things. This kid Fang Jifan has nothing to offer elsewhere, but this one is very desirable."

    Liu Jie pursed his lips, seeming a little dissatisfied with his father's "slander" of his master, but he still held back and remained silent.

    "You only learned this? How do you feel that Fang Jifan is asking you to work for free?"

    "I learned how to make eight-part essays at night from two editors and professors, Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan. They said that making eight-part essays is no different from plowing the fields. Practice makes perfect. The reason why you failed in the exam is just that you are not familiar enough. If you want to make eight-part essays, just do it.  They were familiar with it, so they probably pointed out some things that needed to be avoided, and then distributed the papers for us to do. They gave us ten questions and asked us to do one eight-legged essay every day."

    "" Liu Jian couldn't help but trembled his lips: "Eight-legged writing is a classic for promoting talents, but in their mouth, it has become farmland."

    Liu Jie said seriously: "It's better to cultivate the land. At least the cultivated land is useful for people's livelihood, but the stereotyped writing is completely useless"

    "" Liu Jian couldn't help but smile bitterly, these scholars are really arrogant.

    Liu Jie added: "But since it is useless, gentlemen, you have to use useless methods to deal with it. You must not think about the way of the saint when you are doing eight parts. It is just an article and has nothing to do with the way of the saint.  It¡¯s not at all useful. The more you look at it from this objective perspective, you will find that the art of making Eight-part Gum is just like this.¡±

    Liu Jian couldn't help but stare at him and said: "Write ten eight-part essays in ten days? These eight-part essays are not so useless. You young people are too extreme. If you say such things, you will suffer losses sooner or later in the future."

    Liu Jie instead smiled and said: "Gentlemen, you knew that some people would comment like this, so you also said, don't listen to those who rely on their old age and sell themselves off"

    "This" Liu Jian was speechless for a moment.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away.

    At this time, Liu Jie said hurriedly: "My son is dirty, so go take a bath. Father, please drink tea."

    After saying that, he left in a flash.

    Liu Jian shook his head, not knowing what to say.

    He has experienced too many things, and he actually doesn¡¯t think stereotyped writing is of any use, but he still can¡¯t accept this trendy viewpoint.  but¡­¡­

    He also discovered that his son has been going to Xishan every day since then.In this snowy night, countless people roared angrily. On the narrow corridor of the city wall, many people rushed up without any plan and were cut down by the ferocious Tatars. But when one person fell down, the people behind him jumped up again.  , hugged each other with the Tatar, bit each other with their teeth, and hit each other with their heads until they were bloody.

    There is no way out.

    Isn¡¯t Mr. Ouyang right here?

    He is an imperial envoy, and he is still here. Why should we fear life and death?

    The Tatars did not expect that the resistance of Jinzhou soldiers and civilians was so crazy. They began to tighten their formation and were forced into increasingly narrow corridors. The Tatars who were climbing on the ladder behind them climbed up the city wall, only to find that  There is no place for it at all.

    Countless spears, clubs, and swords danced wildly in the darkness.

    At this time, no one could tell whether the next cry for help and misery came from the Tatars or the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty.

    Even He Yan didn¡¯t know where he got the courage to lead his own soldiers to the corridor of the city wall.

    Ouyang Zhi also wanted to go up, but found that it was overcrowded.

    The Tatars were killed one by one. In the end, they were compressed in a small section of the city wall. They could not break through quickly and expand the hole. Instead, they were continuously compressed. In the end, when the last Tatar was left behind  When the city wall was built, countless people cheered.

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