Fang Yun walked to the front of everyone and just as he stood still, he saw some people began to bow and salute, and then the crowd bowed and salute one after another like waves.
"Student meets Fang Xusheng!"
"Student meets Fang Xusheng!"
"Students have seen ..."
More than 60,000 people raised their greetings in varying voices, which continued to echo over the Academy of Literature.
Many students were restrained and nervous, after all, it was Fang Yun who was standing in front of them. Some students felt awkward because the grain price had soared today, and Fang Yun was most responsible. Fang Yun did not deal with the grain problem but came to give a lecture, and the outside of the College of Literature was probably in chaos. Only a few people did not care about anything and happily waited for Fang Yun to give a lecture.
The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat complicated.
Fang Yun smiled and nodded, and said with a swift voice: "That day I said I would give a lecture in the Academy of Literature, but I was worried that no one would come. Today you have dispelled my doubts. It seems that there are still people who are willing to listen to lectures in this county."
Many students laughed softly. They didn't expect Fang to use such an ordinary opening remark. Without the slightest arrogance of a saint or the majesty of a teacher, it was very comfortable to listen to.
Fang Yun looked at a little boy of about twelve or thirteen, raised his chin, and said with a smile: "Where did you come from, you little brat? Why are there vegetable leaves on your clothes? I can tell at a glance that you had green onions for breakfast."
Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that the child had come too hastily.
The child blushed and didn't know how to answer.
Then, Fang Yun slightly turned his head, pretending to listen to the child's words, and continued to speak eloquently: "What? You said you didn't have breakfast today? Oh, the green onion leaves are from yesterday?"
"Haha..." More people laughed, even the little Mongolian boy was amused by Fang Yun's words.
The atmosphere at the scene changed significantly. Fang Yun smiled and glanced at everyone, saying, "You all came here, I believe you know the content of my lectures, which are "Inviting the Holy Words" and "The Meaning of the Classics". In the examinations for students and scholars, "Inviting the Holy Words" is tested, and starting from the examination for scholars. Even up to the examination for great scholars, the meaning of the classics is the top priority. Today, I will explain the method of taking the examination for "Inviting the Holy Words", and then I will talk about how to study the meaning of the classics."
Half a year ago, it would have been difficult for Fang Yun to come up with any useful tips, as he would have simply repeated the test-taking methods written by other scholars. However, as he read more books, gained more test experience, and even had the experience of personally marking papers as an examiner, he had a clearer understanding of the imperial examination.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Please recite the long passages in the Holy Word. I don't need to repeat them. If you remember, write them down. If you don't remember, don't write them down. I will first talk about the questions on the first three pages of the test paper..."
Based on his own experience and the imperial examination guidance books he had read, Fang Yun explained in detail Qing Shengyan's problem-solving ideas and methods. He used a problem as an example for each step of the explanation, making it easy to understand.
However, the most important thing is when he is lecturing. With the power of the great scholar, all the students who heard Fang Yun's lectures can remember the contents thoroughly. The places that were already known are more deeply impressed. The places that were not clear before become very clear.
Fang Yun did not talk about anything profound, and it is impossible for the Holy Word to have profound techniques, but Fang Yun completely broke down the components of the Holy Word, sorted them systematically, and then explained each element in detail.
At the end, Fang Yun made a summary, connecting these subtle elements into a whole, forming the way of answering questions in the Holy Word.
Afterwards, Fang Yun began to explain the meaning of the scriptures. Unlike explaining the words of the Holy Spirit, the meaning of the scriptures could not be explained in a mechanical way like the words of the Holy Spirit, so Fang Yun guided the meaning of the scriptures from a higher perspective. Some aspects were very profound, but with the power of the words of heaven, even if the students did not understand them now, they would accumulate in their minds, and as their own knowledge continued to increase, they would naturally understand them.
Many people just memorize and learn instinctively and are unable to perceive the effect of it, but one day they will understand and get it, and the chance of getting it is greater than those who have not listened to Fang Yun’s lectures.
The lecture ended at noon.
After Fang Yun said goodbye, he walked away alone. No one saw him off or greeted him, because everyone was still immersed in the previous lecture, thinking, recalling, and verifying...
Ao Huang stayed where he was, and only reacted when Fang Yun walked more than ten feet away. He flicked his tail and flew to Fang Yun with a whoosh.
It was not until this time that some students gradually woke up.
They looked around and could only see Fang Yun's back.
"Thank you, Mr. Fang!" A scholar bowed.
"Mr. Xie Fang!"
More students were awakened, and more students called Fang Yun "Sir".
Some officials from Ning'an County stood at the edge of the square, and some officials from the Zuo Xiang Party looked at Fang Yun's back and whispered.
"If I had been able to hear such lectures back then, I would have been a Jinshi now!"
"If you can become a Jinshi, I will definitely be a Hanlin!"
"Unfortunately, this 'food disaster' will make all his efforts in two or even three subjects go to waste."
“I hope no one will starve to death…”
"It's only been a few days. No one will die. But after ten days, it's hard to say."
"As expected of Fang Xusheng, his bearing is far beyond the reach of ordinary people. If an ordinary county magistrate encountered this situation, he would definitely deliberately criticize Prime Minister Liu during his lecture, and then call on these scholars to besiege the grain store or criticize other government offices. But he is different. He just lectures and leaves after the lecture. He is free and easy."
“I just don’t know how he’s going to cope with it in the future.”
"Compared with Lord Zuo Xiang and Lord Ji, Fang Xusheng's political affairs are still obviously different."
"That's right, that's right..."
Many people nodded, but sneered in their hearts. If the enemies of Ji Zhibai, the left prime minister, were placed in Ning'an County, they would surely collapse in less than a month.
"It's broken..." a minor clerk suddenly cried out.
"What's wrong?"
"It seems that the food in my house can only last for a dozen days. I only found out about the skyrocketing food prices when I went out. My wife may not know. I have to buy some quickly. The later I go, the more expensive it will be!" After saying that, he trotted away.
"Why panic when you can eat for more than ten days?"
"It's not the food that's causing the panic, it's people's hearts. Who knows if the price will rise tenfold in a dozen days? Back then, there was a rumor that the dragon clan had sealed off the sea, and the entire Shengyuan Continent was in a panic. Many people paid a high price to buy sea salt that would take two or three years to finish. It is said that even scholars and juren believed it. Now, everyone is laughing at the sea salt issue, but if our own food supply cannot hold up until the new grain arrives, we won't be panicking, but will the wives of the families be panicking? Will the elderly be panicking? Will those who have experienced hunger be panicking? Ordinary people never care about the truth, they only care about their own worries. Some people are just like what County Magistrate Fang said, studying like a fool! Studying like a fool!"
"Master Shen, when will the grain price rise this time? How high will it rise?"
"I don't know either."
Some officials looked at each other and left quickly.
Ao Huang followed Fang Yun depressedly and said, "I thought you would scold Zuo Xiang and Lan Xun Gu after the lecture, but you didn't say a word."
Fang Yun walked and said: "Do you think I need to scold them?" Wucuo Novel Network does not skip words.
"Didn't you say you wanted to wage a war of public opinion?" Wucuo Novel Network does not skip words.
"If I need to initiate a public opinion war myself, then this lecture will be a failure." Fang Yun said calmly.
Ao Huang was stunned for a moment, and whispered: "No wonder you can become a virtual saint, you are really good at bragging." (To be continued...)