Chapter 529: West Market Is More Cost-Effective

After entering March, the rising sun has gradually become blazing.

Jian Yong's steps into the Imperial College are no longer brisk as usual, and the expression on his face even has a sense of tragic grandeur.

This is not surprising. After all, Jian Yong's clothes usually highlight a sense of peace and leisure. The students of the Imperial College privately say that Mr. Jian has the style of a famous scholar.

Now Jian Yong wears a red and black official robe, a copper seal and a yellow ribbon, and a two-beam Jinxian crown. Although he has a different demeanor, Jian Yong is very uncomfortable.

But compared with this, he is more worried about what he needs to face next.

With a stiff step, Jian Yong, who is very familiar with the Imperial College, hardly needs to deliberately find the way. When he comes to his senses, he is already standing in front of a classroom.

After a year, the Imperial College is now very different from the state of nothing last year.

But under the implementation of the system of three dormitories for different subjects, there are more and more students, and the shortage of academic officials and doctors is becoming more and more serious.

In view of this situation, Kong Ming discussed with Lord Xuande and decided to promote those who had passed the imperial examination to assistant teachers, and teach them textbooks and study with the students.

In addition, Shi Yuan, Xiao Zhi, Zi Jing, and Mrs. Huang were asked to temporarily take the position of school officials for one year to control the teaching direction.

Jian Yong is now temporarily serving as the rhetoric school official in the literature and classics department, and today is the first day of teaching.

However, thinking about opening the eyes of young children and influencing their lifelong learning, Jian Yong, who can chat and laugh with the barbarian chief and speak witty words with the Qiang and Hu generals, became nervous unconsciously.

But Jian Yong has never been a fussy person. He hesitated for a few breaths at the door of the classroom, and then pushed the door open with a determined heart.

It's not that Jian Yong has never seen young children.

Living, dead, hungry, rich, stupid, foolish, stupid, smart, clever, and lovable.

But he had never seen dozens of children sitting there in a neat row, straightening their backs and looking at him.

Clear and flawless, full of ignorance and desire for reading, shining like stars.

So Jian Yong suddenly remembered the deep meaning of what Kong Ming said, "Yanhan should thrive in learning."

But there was another figure sitting among them that was not very harmonious.

He took off his general armor and wartime helmet, put on a dashing outfit and a pheasant crown, and had a handsome face and a graceful demeanor.

The man winked at Jian Yong and smiled, then started to say in a riotous manner:

"Is the school official doing well?"

So a group of children stood up in unison, either bowing or bowing:

"Is the school official doing well!"

So all the uneasiness that Jian Yong had felt before disappeared.

After briefly introducing himself to the students, Jian Yong got straight to the point:

"I am a student of speech and order."

"In the Book of History, speech and order have the meaning of litigation, which is a word of justice and righteousness. Sentence and order are orders from the superior to the subordinate."

"Study of speech and order means to know the customs of all ethnic groups, the customs of foreign countries, and to command foreign countries according to the words of the Han Dynasty to bring peace to the world."

This is the outline of teaching that Jian Yong spent a night carefully formulating, but it is obvious that he still overestimated these children:

"Student, what is litigation?"

"Student, what is custom?"

"Student, can learning this speech and order make life stable?"

"Student..."

Jian Yong waved his hand to signal the students to be quiet, and then he decided on a new teaching method after thinking for a moment.

He pointed at the tall and handsome gentleman wearing a pheasant crown sitting in the back and said:

"Why not let General Ma talk about why the Qiang and Han are brothers?"

The general's name immediately won the admiration and attention of the whole audience, so Ma Chao could only smile and stand up to teach the first rhetoric class with Jian Yong.

After half a day, Jian Yong said goodbye to Ma Chao, dragged his body back to the public room of the Imperial College, and threw himself on the couch.

Lu Su raised his head from the official documents and books, and smiled when he saw this:

"Is Xianhe's teaching as you expected?"

Jian Yong stared at the roof beams and answered woodenly:

"Today I know how difficult it was for my father when I was young, fortunately Mengqi helped me."

Lu Su patted his waist when he heard this, and asked curiously: "Ma Mengqi?"

Nodding, Jian Yong's head turned again, and his narration gradually became fluent:

"The study of rhetoric is to open students' eyes to the world and to embrace the world."

"Those with good rhetoric can be used to spread the majesty of the court in hundreds of countries, and those who are in the middle of the rhetoric can also settle the barbarians and mixed Hu in the Han territory and make them soak up the Han style, and gradually become the same as Han children."

"As for Ma Mengqi, I once told him that everyone in the world knew that his mother was a Qiang. If you want to stop people from laughing, the easiest way is to make good use of the name of Jin Ma Chao to make the Han and Qiang people indistinguishable from each other."

"He came here today to meet these students, so that they would not look down on the Qiang people."

Jian Yong's eloquent words also made Lu Su nod:

"If so, then Ma Mengqi's actions are exactly what we want."

Jian Yong nodded: "That's right."

After a little chat, Jian Yong suddenly remembered something:

"As far as I know, Kong Ming taught water conservancy, Madam Huang taught engineering, Xiaozhi taught tactics, Zhang the Godly Doctor taught medicine, and Pang Shiyuan taught policy."

"Then who taught the agricultural science this evening?"

Lu Su buried his head again and worked, and said in a muffled voice:

"It was Lord Xuande."

"Lord Xuande?!"

Jian Yong jumped up when he heard this:

"If I can't see this with my own eyes, how regretful it is?"

"Zijing will go with me?"

Lu Su smiled and shook his head, pointing to the books spread out on the table.

But Jian Yong didn't care about this, turned around and dragged Lu Su away:

"I can't finish my official duties today, so I'll just light up the lanterns in the evening. If I miss the scene of my lord's teaching, I really won't be able to see it."

Lu Su immediately laughed and laughed, but he couldn't resist Jian Yong's intention and could only follow it.

The two of them found out that Duke Xuande had changed the agricultural classroom to the fields in the south of the city, so they left Taixue and walked out of the city along the North and South Tianjie.

Along the way, I saw many people with relaxed faces carrying tools and going out of the city in twos and threes to work on spring plowing. The smile on Lu Su's face also deepened a little, but in the end it turned into a look of helplessness, and he whispered:

"If we can revitalize the people in Guanzhong, it will only take two years with the current situation. The people will be rich and the army will be strong, and Cao's thieves can be wiped out with ease. But..."

Jian Yong knew that what Lu Su was talking about was the plan to attack Cao Cao's thieves this year, so he was silent for a moment and then whispered:

"After all... the great epidemic mentioned by later generations in four years' time is too terrifying, and there is no way to tell Cao Cao about this matter. Therefore, the only way to prepare for the epidemic is to quickly level the world."

So the two of them sighed together. After all, the epidemic can be called the most terrible natural disaster today.

But today's trends are completely different from those of later generations. No one can tell whether this pandemic will happen again, or... whether it will happen earlier.

The academic uniforms of Lu Su and Jian Yong were quite conspicuous, so Zhang Junyi, who was lying on the wall and looking at the scenery out of boredom, could clearly see it and said loudly:

"Ma Youchang, two more people went to the south of the city. This is already the third group of people in official uniforms. What's going on in the south of the city?"

Leaning against the wall, Ma Su said lazily:

"As I said, it's because Duke Xuande is teaching agriculture to the prince's students in the south of the city."

"Why should I lie to you?"

"If you are really curious, you can clearly write down the distribution of Cao's army in Yuzhou, Hebei. Then you can ask Duke Chen Yu Xuande clearly, which is better than quarreling with me here."

So Zhang He stopped talking and turned to:

"Ma Youchang, have you gained some weight again?"

Ma Su was furious:

"If you don't want to, just don't want to. I'm just raw on the cheeks. Why do you have to humiliate me?"

Zhang He opened his mouth, looked at Ma Su's rounded cheeks, and had no choice but to shut up.

…

"Mr. Guanyin, have I lost some weight?"

Li Shimin measured the jade belt around his waist, feeling a little disappointed.

Empress Changsun gently hugged her husband from behind, and pinched his waist and abdomen teasingly, which made Li Shimin twist unconsciously.

"Your Majesty... although the clearness has been reduced by three points, in terms of military strength, it is still almost the same as ten years ago..."

When Li Shimin heard this, he immediately said with great interest:

"After the world was brought to peace, I often lamented that no one could defeat me. Now that I know how big the world is, why not personally conquer Liaodong? There is also the South Sea, which I need to see in my lifetime."

"I will hang the king of Goryeo in front of my eyes so that Chu Suiliang will remember his ugly appearance!"

Speaking of this, Li Shimin suddenly became a little angry when he thought of "Tang Taizong" who was kowtowing and begging for peace in the light curtain.

Empress Changsun didn't care much, and she didn't even listen to what Li Shimin said at this time.

She moved forward a little bit and whispered to her husband, "Your Majesty, tonight..."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room became a little more charming, an orange creature with some light lines on its body walked in with its head held high.

It didn't even look at the two people who were hugging each other and biting their ears. It jumped directly onto the couch and felt the rough touch under its paws, and stretched out comfortably:

It's time to sharpen your claws.

Then the charming atmosphere in the hall suddenly disappeared.

Li Shimin shouted: "My Gunfu!"

It was now November, and it was about to come to the time of offering sacrifices to heaven. Li Shimin thought about asking the queen to help advise whether the uniforms needed to be tightened, but he did not expect that he would be met with such a cruel attack.

Queen Changsun's quick eyesight and hands were about to reach out to catch her, and at the same time she scolded:

"Xian Chan, come back!"

Unfortunately, the cat didn't even look at it. He ignored the orders of the Emperor and Empress of the Tang Dynasty. He easily jumped over Empress Changsun's hands and escaped through the gap in the transom without looking back.

After closing the air window fiercely, Li Shimin checked the uniform carefully and then breathed a sigh of relief:

Fortunately, there is a starting point, and it can be easily repaired, but it is inevitable to complain:

"I have no objection to keeping a raccoon slave in the palace, but how can we not keep it in captivity? Fortunately, Gon is fine today. If this raccoon slave slips in during the imperial meeting, I'm afraid Wei Zheng will scold me again."

Empress Changsun looked at the threads on her uniform and said angrily:

"The imperial dynasty will be guarded by imperial guards. When I leave, I need to pass on the news. How can I get there?"

"Your Majesty, why should you be angry with an animal?"

This is true. Li Shimin shook his head. If the maids and chamberlains were usually there, this cat would not sneak here...

So Li Shimin simply got down to business and said to the queen:

"The auxiliary machine wanted to apply for the post of Director of the Imperial College the day before yesterday."

Last time, Empress Sun, the Changsun of the Light Curtain, was also there. She was also very thoughtful and understood immediately:

"Your Majesty, you want to start learning the Song Dynasty system?"

"It's the New Year. It's time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. It's time to update the system of the Imperial Academy."

"Tai Xue..." Empress Changsun thought as she lowered her head to find sewing tools, intending to repair the damage to the uniform.

It is the Imperial College, not the Imperial College. The secretary hired by my brother is from the fourth rank, and the entire Imperial College is only lower than the third rank from the wine sacrifice. From this point of view...

"It seems that Changsun Wuji didn't get what he wanted."

After being established as queen, she rarely called her brother in front of His Majesty. She was afraid that her few words would bias His Majesty's decision.

Li Shimin nodded nonchalantly, sitting cross-legged on the couch and looking at the busy empress's eyebrows and eyes, and said:

"I have entrusted the reform of the Imperial College to Keming and Ma Zhou."

One was the prime minister of the dynasty, and the other was the top scholar in the imperial examination. It was just right for them to do this. Empress Changsun also nodded:

"Good."

Seeing that the air was thicker again, Li Shimin leaned forward: "Then tonight..."

Empress Changsun looked up at her beloved, smiled and lowered her head to work again.

At the same time, Ma Zhou left his duty and went out from the west gate of the imperial city.

Going south along the straight street under the wall of the imperial city, after passing through the Buzhenfang and Yanshoufang, follow the flow of people through the middle of Guangdefang, and the bustling West Market suddenly appears in front of you.

The sound of bargaining with foul language and the half-cooked Tang Yayan flew together, and the fragrance of mutton soup and the smell of Hu Liao blended with each other.

Camels and pack horses walked side by side on the road, and the foreigners and the Tang people were arguing over money.

Ma Zhou walked in with ease, turned a few corners, and finally sat down on a bench. He knocked on the table and shouted in a very rude manner:

"The store is still the same. A bowl of mutton soup without garlic, and half a Hu pancake with mutton filling. If it is not crispy, I won't pay!"

Soon the mutton soup was served first. Ma Zhou took a sip, and then watched the chef on the store side make pancakes with his upper body naked.

The chopped and marinated mutton was grabbed by the strong man and spread on the pancake neatly, and then spread another layer of pepper and fermented black beans with his hands, and then put another layer of pancake on it, and then covered it with meat and pepper and fermented black beans, and repeated this two or three times, and finally covered it with oil puffs.

In this way, more than one pancake was made, and several large pancakes were sent into the oven together. Then the chef pulled the exhaust vigorously to make the flames in the oven more blazing, almost burning people.

Along with it was a fragrance that gradually became stronger and stronger. When the stove was finally opened, the fragrance was like a tidal wave that overwhelmed Ma Zhou's rationality.

"Half a Hu pancake, please enjoy it, our store has canned pears..."

Ma Zhou remembered Sun Yaowang's advice and immediately shook his head, unwilling to look at the tempting canned food.

However, he also remembered Sun Yaowang's control over His Majesty, and smelled the meat pie in front of him, and Ma Zhou was immediately a little intoxicated:

"Wouldn't this meat pie make His Majesty envious?"

It's not that he can't afford to go to the rich East Market, but the West Market in front of him is more cost-effective.

No one here will care about Ma Zhou's rude thoughts, they will only care whether he can finish eating early to make room.

But today Ma Zhou is not in a hurry. While chewing slowly and relishing, he perks up his ears and carefully screens the chatter around him.

No one in the West Market, which was full of common people and foreign merchants, cared about not talking and not speaking. Everyone naturally took the news they knew to accompany their meals.

"... Qinghai salt is a place to make money..."

"No wonder some foreign merchants want to buy land in Qinghai. Zhang Jiu, don't you want to marry the daughter of this foreign merchant?"

"Bah! If you go to Qinghai, you will also fight for your own status. Are you crazy to marry a white ghost?"

"Shh! Don't let the foreign people hear..."

Ma Zhou was not interested, and moved in a direction without making a sound.

"... Are these six schools and two halls really going to be changed?"

"Hu Lao San, how long have you not been to the city? Last year, the sage changed the mathematics to the mathematics hall, and added a science and engineering course to the Imperial College. Now it has six schools and three halls."

Ma Zhou raised his eyebrows immediately. Could it be that this person heard the news he had released?

It's just right to go with meat pie.