Datang: It's a showdown, my son-in-law is going to rebel!

Chapter 9 A Blueprint

Bullshit!
No shit!
No way!
After Fang Qi finished speaking, the whole classroom was completely silent.

This piece of persuasion book, which has received countless praises from the court, was evaluated by Fang Qi in such a way that everyone was afraid to speak.

You must know that the author of this piece of persuasion book is Kong Yingda, the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine!

This Fang Qi dared to say in the Imperial College that this persuasion book is nonsense.

This is simply the face that wants to punch a hole to offer wine.

Now everyone in this classroom did not dare to breathe loudly, and they all quietly waited for the development of the matter.

Fang Qi saw that everyone was silent, so he stood up and said to everyone: "I have something to say, please listen carefully.

It is undeniable that this exhortation to peasants is extremely well written, whether it is diction or allusions, it is perfect, and it is an excellent article.

Everyone who reads this article will think that this article is very well written!
It makes people feel like they can't wait to go to the ground with a hoe on their shoulders, it's a blood boil. "

Fang Qi said this, paused for a moment, and then said: "But are you sure that this persuasive article can be understood by real farmers?

They don't know a single word, so you expect them to be able to understand this beautiful article about Zhe Ye?
Although the article is good, it is not for the person who wrote it, nor for all of you here. Therefore, no matter how extravagantly written this article is, in the eyes of those who don't understand it, it is nonsense!
What they care about is nothing more than good weather and the amount of taxes, that's all.

Writing this article is simply insulting these common people who work day and night for your fine clothes and food.

As the master of the Guozijian, I can't see through this layer. How to teach these Guozijian students. In the future, they will be the parents and officials of the Tang Dynasty. If you educate them like this and pass them on from generation to generation, the country will not be a country!

You are the sinners of Datang! "

"Speaking is better than singing. Now that you understand it, have you gone to work in the fields?"

After Fang Qi finished speaking, a voice rang out: "Since you understand it and feel impulsive, why don't you go to the ground? Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps?"

Fang Qi turned around and saw that the person speaking was a young man in brocade clothes.

"well said!"

Fang Qi smiled, and then said: "Although I haven't gone to the ground, I have been thinking hard these days, and I want to do something to help the people in the world!"

"Then have you thought about it?"

The young man in brocade clothes looked at Fang Qi with a half-smile: "Don't say that you didn't think of anything, or that you wrote a note asking for tax relief, but there was no reply."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't think of it before, but when I saw your face, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to my mind, and I thought of it immediately."

Fang Qi smiled, then sat down and started drawing.

While drawing pictures, he looked at the young man in brocade clothes, always smiling.

After a while, Fang Qi put down his pen, then picked up the picture he had just drawn, and said to the young man in brocade clothes: "This picture is much more useful than the book on persuading farmers."

"A piece of graffiti, dare to speak nonsense?"

The young man in brocade sneered, and then said, "I'd like to see, what did you draw?"

"Take it!"

With so many people watching, Fang Qi was naturally not worried about what this young man in brocade clothes would do.

The young man in brocade clothes took this drawing, and after looking at it, his face immediately became gloomy: "What does my face look like?"

Fang Qi said before making the picture that he was inspired by seeing his face.

As a result, after seeing this picture, the young man in brocade clothes had a bad expression on his face.

Fang Qi's picture is the appearance of Qu Yuanli recorded in the Tiangong Kaiwu.

This is blatant ridicule!
"Do you understand what art processing is?"

Fang Qi looked at the young man in brocade clothes, and said with a half-smile: "Abstractism, do you understand?"

"Humph!"

The young man in brocade snorted coldly, and then said, "A piece of graffiti deserves to be compared with a book on persuading farmers?"

"Whether you deserve it or not is not up to you, and you don't deserve to comment."

Fang Qi shook his head: "The book to encourage farmers is to encourage farmers. My painting is also for the people of the world. Only the people of the world can comment on my painting."

"You said that the common people in the world can't understand the book of persuading farmers, so can they understand this picture?"

The young man in brocade clothes sneered: "You take a graffiti that no one can understand, trying to compare it with the book on persuading farmers on the grounds that the common people can't understand it?"

"No one can understand graffiti?"

Fang Qi smiled, looked around and asked: "Is there anyone here who can understand the drawings of utensils?"

"Baoqi, go and have a look."

Cheng Chu silently patted Yuchi Baoqi aside.

"Okay, Brother Tieniu."

Yuchi Baoqi nodded and took a step forward.

Yuchi Baoqi is Yuchi Gong's son, he was taught by Yu Chigong himself to forge iron since he was a child, and he can still understand a little bit of general blueprints.

"Duan Yan, take a look too."

The Jinyi boy also appointed a person, this person is the son of Duan Lun, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, as the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, he can usually get in touch with a little bit about blueprints, so he also has a little understanding.

The two looked at Fang Qi's drawing together. The two glanced at it for a while, and after a while, the two shook their heads at the same time.

Yuchi Baoqi said: "Looking at the blueprint, I have no clue at all. I can only tell that this thing is a plow, but it is different from the current plow."

Duan Yan glanced at Yuchi Baolin, and said, "This plow is a bit small, so it's probably useless."

"Did you hear that?"

After hearing Duan Yan's words, the young man in brocade clothes sneered, "It's useless!"

"Ha ha!"

Fang Qi rolled his eyes, and then said: "If it's useful, you'll know if you build it and try it out. What you say now is nonsense, build it up and try it."

"Who has that much time?"

The young man in Jinyi sneered, and then said: "Duan Yan is the son of Duan Shangshu, if he says it's useless, then it's useless."

"Chang Sun Chong, stop talking nonsense, try to see if there is any big deal, maybe you are afraid?"

At this time, Cheng Chumo interrupted, and said to everyone: "Today, my old Cheng sits in the manor. Let's bet on which one is better, Fang Qi's new plow or the book on farming! Hurry up and place your bet!"

Cheng Chumo didn't mean to help Fang Qi, but simply didn't want to go to class.

If he skipped class alone, he would definitely be hoisted up by Cheng Yaojin.

But if the big guys skip class together, he won't have anything to do.

Now he just wants to take advantage of the dispute between Fang Qi and Chang Sun Chong to skip class.

After Cheng Chumo opened the market, the auditors of the Imperial College immediately booed, and a group of people started to make trouble.

Things have developed to this point, and the old master is no longer able to stop it.

He was just a master of the Imperial College, and the people present were either honored or powerful, and his small arms and legs did not dare to offend so many people at once.

(End of this chapter)