Wang Anshi was right. The reason why the registration at the Law School exploded was not because the candidates were impressed by Zhang Fei's knowledge, but because they were completely infuriated by Zhang Fei. This guy was too arrogant. They went there purely to quarrel.

In fact, in the world of thought, as long as you are alive, you cannot become a saint, and it is impossible not to be criticized by others.

Even when Confucius and Mencius were alive, weren't they criticized every day? Let alone other people. It's just that the two saints were also very good at talking, and ordinary people couldn't argue with them, so they became saints.

In adhering to the idea that there is no first in literature, the writers are quite united.

It doesn't matter if I lose to a dead person, but I must never lose to a living person, especially a kid who is still wet behind the ears.

The spirit of argumentativeness is really passed down from generation to generation.

Wang Anshi understood this deeply, so he was not worried at all. On the contrary, he was somewhat happy, because as long as Zhang Fei's legal system was denied, the Law School would be seriously damaged and even become a joke.

Sima Guang also agreed with this and was now in a state of gloom and sorrow.

Those students are easy to deal with, but the key is that many scholars and officials will also be implicated.

What's even worse is that Zhang Fei said that he was just trying to cope with the situation and didn't have any strong ability. This was really a matter of life and death!

...

...

"I wonder if Mr. Yan has any advice for you since you have come to my humble home?"

Sima Guang forced a smile and asked Yan Fu.

In fact, Yan Fu is already the tenth group of guests today.

"I dare not, I dare not." Yan Fu bowed and said, "I am sorry for disturbing you by visiting me."

I know you'll come again! Sima Guang said insincerely: "No, no."

"Ahem. It's like this." Yan Fu said awkwardly, "I wonder when Zhang San's class is scheduled?"

I knew it! Sima Guang laughed and said, "Mr. Yan, with your current status, why bother to compete with this kid?"

Yan Fu said: "You can make him a role model, so why are you afraid of me competing with him?"

This old man was also very good at talking. Sima Guang didn't know what to say after hearing this. He just said, "It's still being arranged."

Yan Fu stroked his beard and said, "Your law school is open, but you are not holding classes. How can this be allowed? Even if you don't want to arrange Zhang San's class, you have to arrange other classes. Don't waste the students' precious time."

"Mr. Yan is right. I will arrange it as soon as possible." Sima Guang nodded, but thought to himself, this old man is really cunning.

Now the Law School can only have Zhang Fei's class. If this matter is not resolved, no teacher will dare to teach. Those students are all like people who have eaten dynamite. If they go to teach law, as long as they say a word that touches on the legal system, they will definitely be criticized.

Yan Fu added: "Now I heard that the number of people who have registered for your Law School has exceeded three hundred."

Sima Guang nodded cautiously.

Yan Fu added: "The Imperial College doesn't have such a large classroom. It just so happens that I am familiar with the abbot of Xiangguo Temple. Why don't we set up the classroom in Xiangguo Temple?"

Sima Guang's heart skipped a beat: "There's no need for this, we can just divide them into several classes later."

If we go to Xiangguo Temple and sit in the lobby, it will be so noisy that the sky will be brought down.

Yan Fu said: "Of course there are none. They all come here for Zhang San's knowledge."

Sima Guang practiced Tai Chi and said, "Zhang San will attend every class."

Yan Fu glanced at Sima Guang, but he didn't know what to say, so he said, "That's fine."

After Yan Fu left, Sima Guang became restless. He couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was increasing day by day, so he had to go to Zhang Fei to ask about the situation.

Zhang Fei is not having an easy time now. He has to continue acting in this play. Although he is confident about it, he also has to pretend that he is working hard.

There was no other way, since Xu Zhiqian was his fiancée, under the urging of Xu Zhiqian and Gao Wenyin, Zhang Fei read the works of various schools of thought every night. It was not enough to just read Confucianism, he also had to read Legalism, Taoism, and Mohism.!

Finally, a guest came to our house.

Yan Jidao.

"I hope I didn't disturb Sanlang when I visited you today?"

"No!"

Zhang Fei shook his head repeatedly, "It's a good opportunity to relax."

"ah?"

Yan Jidao was stunned.

Zhang Fei stole a glance at Xu Zhiqian who was watching him eagerly, and said hurriedly, "Uh, I mean, by the way, what advice does Mr. Yan have?"

"Oh, that's right. I have already revised the last manuscript."

Yan Jidao handed a manuscript to Zhang Fei.

"So fast?" Zhang Fei took it.

Yan Ji said, "Because Sanlang thinks the previous content is okay, it's just that the narrative method needs to be changed, which is not difficult."

In the previous manuscript, Yan Jidao carefully considered every word and wrote it very beautifully, but Zhang Fei asked for it to be more popular, so this one was too simple, and Yan Jidao finished it in just a few days.

"Let me take a look first."

Zhang Fei nodded and thought to himself, I finally have a guest, but he still leaves me to read books. My son Yanei, Xiao Ma, why don’t you come?

But reading this manuscript was relatively easy. After all, Zhang Fei required it to be narrated in a storytelling way, which was equivalent to reading the story of Yan Shu. This was much better than reading Records of the Grand Historian, and most importantly, he could understand it all.

After a while, Zhang Fei nodded, "That's what I mean, but I still need to take a closer look."

"No hurry, no hurry." Yan Jidao said hurriedly: "I know Sanlang is quite busy recently, and I shouldn't disturb him at this time, but I just happen to have a few questions here, and I want to consult Sanlang."

Zhang Fei was startled. "What's the problem?"

Yan Jidao said: "It is a question about the law of the legal system."

"Mr. Yan."

Xu Zhiqian suddenly took a step forward.

Yan Jidao was surprised and asked, "What advice can you give me, Madam Xu?"

"I don't dare."

Xu Zhiqian bowed and said, "Regarding the question of the law of the legal system, Zhang San will talk about it in class later."

Zhang Fei nodded woodenly.

Yan Jidao was also a genius. He immediately realized that they were going to win by surprise, so he couldn't spoil the plot. That meant that Zhang Fei didn't have the best solution for governing the country. He just used the art of writing. There was nothing to ask. He smiled and nodded: "I am presumptuous. But as far as I know, many old masters are studying your law. You must be very careful in the next class."

"Thank you Mr. Yan for telling me." Zhang Fei bowed.

As soon as Yan Jidao left, Sima Guang arrived.

"Wow, Master Sima, you seem to have lost a lot of weight."

"You are so shameless to say that, kid."

When Sima Guang heard this, he exploded. "I was really blinded by a ghost. Why did I let you teach at the Imperial College? Do you know how I have been living these days? All day long, those people came to me, as if the law of the system was made by me. It's really absurd."

At this point, he waved his sleeves and said, "Let's not talk about these anymore. I can't stop it now. Have you thought of a solution?"

I've said it all. Zhang Fei wiped the spit from his head, glanced at Xu Zhiqian, and thought, if I continue like this, I won't feel good either, so he pretended to be silent for a while, "Let's set it for three days later."

Xu Zhiqian was slightly surprised. Have you come up with a solution?

Sima Guang was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Do you have a plan to deal with this?"

Zhang Fei said: "I don't have a best plan, but I have come up with a middle plan to ensure that I will not be drowned by their spit."

Sima Guang asked, "What is the middle strategy?"

Zhang Fei said: "To put it simply, it means to finish what they have to say and leave them speechless."

Sima Guang was stunned when he heard this, and waved his hand and said, "Don't speak simply, tell me in detail, I am free now."

I'll tell you once, and I'll say it again. Are you trying to tire me to death? Zhang Fei said awkwardly, "I can't explain it in detail, because they will ask questions, and I have to adapt to the situation."

Sima Guang glanced at him and thought, is this kid worried that I will betray him?

Zhang Fei suddenly seemed to remember something, "Oh, by the way, there is something I need the help of Sima Xueshi."

Sima Guang asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Fei said, "There is no end to the things about learning, and too much talk will lead to mistakes. I have only prepared the content for one lesson, but they will definitely not arrange someone to beat the gong this time, so Sima Xueshi will have to secretly arrange someone to be responsible for beating the gong."

After hearing this, Sima Guang became worried again. This statement was too unconvincing and was more in line with the middle policy, but there was nothing he could do. Things had come to this point and he could only leave it to fate.

The key point is that he really can't stand it. The other party comes to him every day. A lot of students have signed up, but there are no classes to attend. You, as the dean, are really derelict in your duty.

After returning, he scheduled the lesson for the afternoon three days later.

Here we come!

Here we come!

It’s finally coming!

Those old masters are really ready to take action.

But there are too few seats.

Sima Guang refused to go to Xiangguo Temple even at his death, but the emperor and his ministers all wanted to come.

What should I do?

If you can't bully those above you, just bully those below you.

They simply reduced the number of student seats to fifteen, and just let Cai Bian and the others sit in the front as a pretense, to show that it was still a class.

But in reality, this is a debate of ideas.

Today is the second class since the opening of the Law School.

When Zhang Fei came to the classroom, he almost laughed out loud. There was a group of black heads in front of him, and a group of white heads behind him, in front of the window and outside the door. It was really a clear distinction between black and white.

It also set the tone for this class.

Zhao Xu and a group of vice-chancellors were all present. Zeng Gongliang, Chen Shengzhi and others did not come the first time, but they came today as well, which shows how big a fuss this matter was.

It was mainly old scholars like Yan Fu who helped hype it up.

"Your humble servant Zhang Fei pays respect to Your Majesty."

Zhang Fei came to the back first and bowed respectfully to Zhao Xu.

There was no greeting the first time because Zhao Xu was standing outside the door and he only walked in later.

Zhao Xu hurriedly said, "No need to be polite. I am here just to listen. You should focus on teaching and don't be disturbed by me."

This was originally a polite remark, but Zhang Fei said seriously: "I dare to speculate on your Majesty's intention. Your Majesty, are you saying that I can make the decision in my class?"

Zhao Xu nodded and said, "Of course."

Zhang Fei immediately said: "This is my first time giving a lecture, and I am inexperienced. Last time, the students performed very poorly, which was extremely disappointing. As the saying goes, if a son is not taught well, it is the fault of the father. After I went back, I also learned from my mistakes and reflected on myself.

I found out that the reason why I didn’t teach well last time was because of this.

He glanced at the prime ministers and old teachers around him and said embarrassedly, "It is because there are too many people interrupting, so the students' thoughts are confused, and I am distracted. I also asked around and found that the silence of the spectators is not only true at the chessboard, but also in the classroom."

There are etiquettes in the classroom. The teacher's dignity must be maintained and you cannot talk nonsense while in class.

"ah?"

Zhao Xu was stunned immediately.

Yan Fu bulged his eyes and asked excitedly, "What do you mean, kid? You don't allow us to talk?"

The other scholars and officials also looked at Zhang Fei in disbelief.

We came here to debate with you, but you didn't allow us to speak.

you..

Sima Guang was secretly delighted, thinking that this was a good idea.

Zhang Fei said awkwardly: "How can a junior dare to teach an old gentleman? This will shorten my life."

Yan Fu almost vomited blood. Are you blind? Am I here to listen to the lecture?

Wang Anshi was also dissatisfied. You are really picking on the weak. Just as he was about to speak, he heard someone stand up in front of the podium and said, "Teacher, what you said makes sense. I think so too."

It was Ye Zuqia.

The other fourteen students immediately stood up and expressed their strong support for Zhang Fei.

They also came for revenge, but these old masters reduced their fifty soldiers to fifteen in one go, which made them very depressed. They also knew in their hearts that they were just a cover and would definitely not have the chance to speak later.

He was originally very depressed, but after hearing what Zhang Fei said, he became energized.

Zhao Xu was of course on Zhang Fei's side. He glanced at the old teachers who wanted to kill people, and said with a suppressed smile: "After all, this is a class, so let's focus on the class and try not to disturb them."

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty."

Zhang Fei quickly bowed.

Those old faces looked like eggplants covered with frost, completely withered.

You have no moral principles as a boy!

(End of this chapter)