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Chapter 127 The temple is still small

"Song Jiu, it is very wise for you to take the initiative to eliminate some of your marks in the school. I heard that you solved the problem for Zhao Chengzong, and I also appreciated this. But it was a new thing. If it were not for the protection of the emperor and the official, and the impeachment documents of many verbal officials were suppressed, would you still be so carefree?"

"The second king, I did nothing wrong."

"Where are the right ones, and why are the wrong ones?"

It seemed arrogant and unreasonable, but Song Jiu suddenly thought of Zhang Qiong's death. It was the real hero who saved the master in the play, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Wu Dazheng was appointed as an official, but you told the villagers about the incident. Why did the court give an exception to the imperial court? Some soldiers were illegal in the two rivers. Wu Dazheng asked for the people to argue with Wang Quanbin. In front of many generals and countless soldiers of the Tiger Ben denounced Wang Quanbin. Wang Quanbin was so angry that he ordered him to be beaten with a hundred sticks. If Mr. Lu had not saved him in time, he could have been beaten to death. How could the court not use such a person?"

"This kid is so bold."

"Wrong, without these people being righteous, how can the country be justified?"

Song Jiu could not make a sound.

Zhao Kuangyi looked at Song Jiu again, shook his head, and said, "Xiao Jiu, do you really teach such a student?"

Song Jiu treated it as if it was windy in his ears, but still refused to answer.

"Take me to see your vegetables."

When you come outside the city, long rain will make you clear. During this period, the weather is clear. Song Jiu divided more than 20 households to take care of the vegetable garden, and many people watered and fertilized it. Zhao Kuangyi looked at these well-grown vegetables and said, "It really grows better than the dishes outside."

"That's right, there is a reason. I don't plan to let go this year. I'm short of money. And the technology of applying three fertilizers is also exploring. I can't let go, glass is too expensive and cannot be popularized. People also believe and doubt in their hearts, and they won't believe it too much. After this year, I see the benefits, and next year I plan to let the people visit and let them watch from beginning to end. The technology will mature in the next year, and the cost of glass will also drop. There will also be profits in Hezhou, so I don't plan to make it again. Instead, I regard these twenty acres of land as a place for academy agriculture in the future."

“Agronomy?”

"The Master's Way mainly talks about the way of being a human being. I don't talk much about miscellaneous studies, but when governing various places, you must know account management, commerce, workshops, mining and agriculture, even fishing, forestry, and animal husbandry. In the future, the academy will not plan to graduate in one year, but in three years, you can graduate in one year. However, there are many disciples who graduate in the third grade, and they will be cheap, forcing them to study for at least two or three years. Such a long time is enough to instill a lot of knowledge. At that time, you will be the right official in the court."

"As long as your innocent heart remains unchanged, this official and the emperor's brother are enough to protect you from wealth for the rest of your life."

"The two kings, one word is determined. I will go home and carve the words of the two kings on the tin plate."

"You boy." Zhao Kuangyi raised his fist to hit him. But this wasn't in Kaifeng Mansion, and Song Jiu fled and fled. Zhao Kuangyi laughed behind him: "You have to change your temperament, you are too lazy!"

"The two kings, the empress is just this little scattered official, why bother to sit upright?"

"It's not a small scattered official. The court occasionally asks you to go out for work, which can be regarded as a kind of investigation. Besides, you are not old. Besides, you are willing to leave you behind Hezhou and go to court every day?"

"This, this..."

"No need for this, you will eventually get to this point, so your temperament must be changed, otherwise the group of teachers in the court will make you angry. Today, I came here to remind you that I am not malicious. The number of students in Ruohe Middle School is gradually increasing, and you will suffer in the future, and it will also harm them, so it is not to help them. Chulong said that Empress Dowager Zhao had read it?"

“Readed.”

"The people in the river are good to you, and it is good to be grateful to you, including your teacher's rules saying that people should not forget their roots, they are good, but things are not enough after they are over. Everything must be measured. In fact, if you can make up your mind and reduce the number of places in the river to fifty people, that is the great love for the river."

"Okay, I don't want any great love. You and the emperor will do it. I'll go back and change it, and change it back to 80 people." Song Jiu was almost disgusted by Zhao Kuangyi.

Zhao Kuangyi looked at the new house again and had not been built all of them, but it was almost done. Now he started to put on tiles, which looked very good and used a lot of money. Zhao Kuangyi suddenly understood it. Song Jiu said that he was attentive, and this word was not used accurately.

It’s not Song Jiu’s intention, but his intention, just like Lao Tzu said that the great sound is rare, and the great way is not good. Although he is lazy, his heart is sincere. He is even unwilling to use that kind of sour as a weapon. It is this heart that affects the students, not the ministers who are just talking about the great truths but cannot do it themselves. Therefore, all of these students have good morals and good morals. It is also this sincere heart that makes Qin Zaixing happy and becomes sworn in the midst of the festival.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Song Jiu, are you short of money now?"

"The second king, Weichen has not much money in his hands, only a thousand guan. However, when vegetables come up, they have money. There is no need to worry about the second king. Weichen spends this money harshly, and he may invest tens of thousands of shreds of money in research and development in one glass. Even if you give Weichen a few thousand pieces of silk, it will not be of much use."

"That's good." Zhao Kuangyi had no choice. The person withdrawing money was calculated based on tens of thousands of yuan. How to subsidize it?

The two returned to the school, and two more guests came to the school, one was Zhang Lin and the other was a middle-aged woman. Zhao Kuangyi stepped forward and said, "Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

It’s a sister-in-law, it’s Mrs. Zhang Qiong.

Song Jiu also stepped forward to salute.

Mrs. Zhang saw a flash of panic in Zhao Kuangyi's eyes, and she bent down and said, "I have met the second king."

Zhao Kuangyi helped her up and said, "Sister-in-law, do you want to kill me?"

Song Jiu couldn't see his expression. Could it be that the person behind the scenes was not Zhao Kuangyi, but Zhao Pu? However, he wouldn't think about it quickly. It was Zhao Kuangyi. It would be strange if he could see his expression!

Mrs. Zhang sat down again and said, "The Second King, Lin'er is idle. I want to come to the Bookstore to ask Song Jiu to accept Lin'er as a student and study hard for several years. This is the right job."

"Zhang Dalang is going to the school house..." Zhao Kuangyi hesitated for a while and said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, the court has chosen the address of the Imperial College. The construction will start very quickly. I will let Dalang enter the Imperial College and study at that time."

"My husband passed away. What kind of Imperial College should he go to?"

"General Zhang has passed away, and he is still a general of the Song Dynasty. I promise that no one dares to bully Dalang. I can't afford to leave my school, and the temple here is small and can't accommodate it."

"The temple is small?"

"Yes, the temple is too small. If Song Jiu becomes a great monk in ten years, then Dalang will dare to build a great temple and Dalang will come in. Now Dalang will crush Song Jiu to death when he comes in."

"The second king. I understand. I really can't let Lin'er move into the Imperial Academy for a few years first." After that, Mrs. Zhang took Zhang Lin away. Zhao Kuangyi also left, and Song Jiu gave a deep tribute to him. Does he still understand? Zhao Kuangyi said that he was really protecting him.

Cui'er didn't understand and said later: "The two kings are really hypocritical. Isn't it just a school? General Zhang died so miserably, what a big monk or a little monk."

"Cui'er can't talk nonsense. The second king is kind-hearted." Yu Ping said.

"This is also a kindhearted intention."

"You don't understand, Jiulang is conscientious and gives Zhang family a good deal, and even the honeycomb coal workshop brings him in. But that's just some economic exchanges, and there are so many yamen, which is nothing. If you enter the school, you will be very thorough."

It was getting colder, and in the morning the glazed windows actually formed a layer of frost.

Ma Zhizhou wrote a letter to Shi Baozheng. The matter of Qingyi's mother was a little difficult, and the Bi family lion spoke out loudly. He asked for a price of 1,000 yuan. Ma Zhizhou was trying to negotiate with him, asking Shi Baozheng not to worry, and also asking Song Jiu not to worry.

He also heard some things about the court below. This Xiaojiu had an unlimited future. If you can make friends, you should make friends. He deliberately wrote about Song Jiu.

Qingyi became anxious when she heard this and looked at Song Jiu.

Song Jiu said: "Qingyi, don't worry, I can take out a thousand guan. In a few days, the vegetables will be raised soon. But this money cannot be taken. This is not a question of a thousand guan, but a question of which Ma Taizhou and local gentry have the upper hand."

Cui'er couldn't understand, so Yuping asked Qingyi tactfully. Qingyi did not refuse, but said that she would wait for her mother to come back and let her make decisions. She was even more anxious than Qingyi. So she asked, "Why?"

"This is the administration of the court. The court made the fourth and fifth-class households worry about hard work, such as the strong men, archers and ferrymen, etc. The first and second-class households serve as minor officials. Because these families are rich, they will not be too greedy, and they know some poetry and books. In fact, they will encounter some difficulties in implementing them. An official cannot know so much, nor can he do so many things. It is still a minor official who reflects the minor official handling, and officials are only responsible for decision-making. If the officials are incompetent and weak, they will easily be forcibly overturned by local minor officials. Hezhou is also an important place along the river, and opposite is Caishiji, an important town in the Tang State. In the past few years, the soldiers of Zhou State did not do a good job. The people of the Jianghuai State rose up to resist, and there were white-clothed troops everywhere. When officials went down, they had to balance and try not to cause a big mess. How about the Bi family in Qingyi?"

"It's a big local family."

"That's it. A thousand stakes are not small numbers. If Ma Zhizhou takes it out, even if I take it out, the gentry will do whatever it takes in the future. Ma Zhizhou will no longer have the prestige to make decisions on state affairs. This is a process of competition. However, the Bi family is over. Ma Zhizhou is in front and General Shi Shouxin is behind him. He is a tiger. Although he is still a tiger, he must be bullied by a local tyrant."

"These minor officials in the school..."

"Cui'er, you still don't understand how many minor officials can be out of the schoolhouse in a year, how many ministries and departments are there in the country, and how many prefectures and counties are there. These minor officials are from the capital, and the other is to calculate and manage accounts. They are all used as half-officials and half-officials. The court also pays salaries, but not many. But the minor officials in various places are the real mainstream, and it is not enough to open academies in the future. Because the court cannot support all minor officials together, how much money will they spend in that year?"

“So that’s how it is.”

"Our dynasty is quite good. Some families in the Tang Dynasty dare to despise the imperial power, but the emperor just laughed it off. The truth in this world is still the most important thing, not the fist."

Cui'er understood it halfway, and Song Jiu said again: "But Ma Zhizhou means that it is the court, and the Bi family will surrender in the end. Don't worry, Qingyi."

Just kidding, a woman is worth a thousand coins, but Yuping is "delivered to the door" without redeeming her. If she redeems her, she will not have a thousand coins.

When the first batch of vegetables came, Song Jiu could not sell them slowly at the vegetable market, but sent someone to call a group of vegetable vendors. Not only did the vegetable vendors come, but several sisters and some well-informed Yanei rushed over one by one.

The vegetable farmers dug up and washed the grown celery and moved it into the seedlings in time. A large pile of them were collected. This was the first batch, and they collected more than 2,000 kilograms. There were a few batches behind them. Pan Weide was not polite and directly reached out and hugged them in his arms.

Song Jiu was anxious and snatched it over and said, "I said, buddy, can you lose a little? Can you finish eating?"

But when they came, they were guests. They gave three or four kilograms each, so they could fry several pots when they went back. However, they forced Song Jiu and gave it to the emperor. It was not good for the yamen to eat it. The emperor had not eaten it. So they made up their minds and weighed out ten stone celery on a large scale, and asked Mr. Hu to shout a ox cart to deliver it to Kaifeng Prefecture. Zhao Kuangyi transferred it to Zhao Kuangyin and asked Zhao Kuangyin to share it with the ministers. If everyone could share it together, their mouths would be blocked.

There were originally a lot of things, but only half of this division was left.

The eldest sister was anxious and said, "Xiao Jiu, leave dozens of kilograms for me, and I will put them in the winery to make the signature dish."

"Sister, if you want to eat something, take some home, don't make signature dishes. Do you plan to sell a plate of fried celery for a permanent price or 800 cents? Can it be sold at your restaurant for a price?"

Everyone laughed together.

Song Jiu looked at these vegetable vendors again, divided the remaining half-stone piles into twenty-six piles, and then said, "Everyone, how much is this celery worth?"
Chapter completed!
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