After the students dispersed, Xu Miao led Cao Ang and the officials to inspect other places.

Xuzhou University covers a vast area, with all kinds of pavilions and singing platforms, carved beams and painted buildings, and the roads under its feet are paved with bluestone slabs and gravel. It is free of dust on sunny days without dust on rainy days without mud.

After halfway through the transfer, Cao Ang was no longer interested and said, "Just go to the dormitory and classroom."

"Okay, please here."

Xu Miao had to change his route.

The accommodation benefits are far worse than those of later universities. It is the room where the little novice monks lived in the past. A large shop could accommodate more than a dozen people, and then two tables and a few cabinets were placed to deal with it.

The classroom was fine, with double tables with table pockets, and it was not crowded at all when sitting in fifty people.

With a podium and a whiteboard, and a stove under the podium is no different from your elementary school classroom.

The university name and elementary school students you recruit have a strange feeling no matter how you think about it.

But this is also impossible, everything is difficult at the beginning.

"By the way, Jingshan, how are the textbooks prepared?"

After seeing the classroom and going around the teacher's dormitory, Cao Ang asked the most concerned question.

Xu Miao smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, you also know that books are the lifeblood of various major families. You never show them to others easily. Apart from the batch copied from the Tao family, you can't find anything else."

Damn the aristocratic family! Cao Ang cursed inwardly, looked at Mao Banian and said, "Where is the gift?"

Mao Banian hurriedly ordered someone to carry a few big boxes and said, "The big cart can't come, so I can only do this."

"Open it!"

Cao Ang smiled and said it didn't matter.

As soon as everyone's eyes opened, they became straight.

The boxes were all cut and neatly, with uniform size, and the same book as the previous planning book Cao Ang made.

Large characters such as "Spring and Autumn Analects", "The Analects of Confucius", and "Records of the Grand Historian" are just written in the middle of the cover.

Xu Miao couldn't wait to pick up the Analects of Confucius and read it. After reading it, he said excitedly: "Young Master, it's a good thing."

Chen Gong and others couldn't help but rushed forward quickly to snatch all the books in the box and read them with relish.

Cao Ang smiled and said, "The first batch is only so many. Rice paper is not easy to be damaged than bamboo slips. You should pay attention to preservation in daily life."

“This is nature.”

Xu Miao replied: "Don't worry, young master, my subordinates must keep it carefully."

Without Cao Ang reminding him that he would do this.

The Han Dynasty was no better than later generations. Every book could be left to later generations. As a scholar, Xu Miao's feelings for books were deeper than his wife.

Cao Ang said again: "I seem to have heard of it somewhere. If you scholars steal books, they are called stealing, they are called Yatie, right?"

Everyone looked over at the same time, and Xu Miao asked vigilantly: "Young Master, what do you want to do?"

An elusive smile flashed across Cao Ang's face and looked at Mao Banian and said, "In the past eight years, your Jinyiwei is free and you can be a good person. You can also be an elegant thief. I heard that the Chen family in Yingchuan has a lot of books."

Everyone: "..." Blatantly ask his subordinates to steal things?

Young Master, can we have some moral integrity?

Mao Ba Nian Fu was in his heart and hurriedly promised: "Don't worry, Young Master, within three months, I guarantee that the Chen family's library is cleaner than a mouse licked."

Chen Lian: "..." If he hadn't been able to beat him, he would have wanted to kill Mao Ba Nian to death now.

Others observed silent observations for the Chen family.

If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. The Chen family’s library is in danger.

No, thief is thinking about it?

Mao Ba Nian won’t worry about their family, what can’t be done with the Jinyiwei group of people who are not honest?

After understanding this point, everyone cast hostile warning eyes at Mao Ba Nian.

Yang Xiu even made up his mind to write a letter to his family as soon as possible after going down the mountain, asking them to keep a close eye on the library.

The Hongnong Yang family is a top wealthy family who can compete with the Yuan family. The family has more books than the palace, so it is something Mao Ba Nian is thinking about... Yang Xiu couldn't help but shivered, looking at Mao Ba Nian's hostility became even stronger.

Cao Ang did not care about everyone's expressions and continued: "Jingshan, in addition to the existing textbooks, your Ministry of Rites should also write some simple and easy-to-learn textbooks. Children, if they do it too profoundly, they can't understand it."

Xu Miao: "..." When writing textbooks, what you said is so light. Can anyone do it by writing books?

Confucius compiled the "Analects of Confucius", Lu Buwei wrote the "Spring and Autumn Annals" with his disciples, and Ma Qian, the Taishi Company, wrote the "Records of the Grand Historian", which one was not exhausted all his life. If I had this ability, I would be damn it in your Ministry of Rites.

Cao Ang knew his thoughts as soon as he saw his expression, and said, "It's just a textbook, not as mysterious as you think. Just make some rumor. For example, when a person was born, he was good in nature, his nature was similar, his habits were far apart. If he didn't teach, his nature would be moved... It started in the Spring and Autumn Period, ended in the Warring States Period, the five hegemons were strong, the seven heroes came out, Ying Qin clan, and the two generations were passed down, and the Chu and Han struggled."

He did not dare to recite the things that followed, such as Gaozu Xing, Han Yejian, Tang Gaozu, and uprising masters, as something could easily happen.

Xu Miao was still unsatisfied and said, "Continue, what else?"

Cao Ang said angrily: "You can't make it up anymore, you can do it yourself."

Xu Miao: "..." In addition to books, there are two cars of paper.

As soon as the white rice paper appeared, the happiest person was not Xu Miao, the ritual department and vice president, but the group of teachers.

They held the cut rice paper one by one and were excited as if they were celebrated during the New Year.

Rice paper has been born for many days, and it is said that one piece is as high as four or five thousand. They have never even seen it before, let alone buying it.

I suddenly saw so many people, and although I only had the right to use it, more than 30 people still felt that happiness came too suddenly.

Afterwards, Xu Miao took everyone to the school’s library.

The library is the former Sutra Library. The Buddhist scriptures inside were packed and handed over to other temples by Xu Miao, and replaced with the Tao family's collection, with more than 3,000 volumes.

Cao Ang looked through it casually, all of which were difficult classical Chinese, and some of them were rare words that he didn't know. He suddenly lost interest and asked, "Jingshan, how many subjects are you planning to open? You won't just let the students learn "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Spring and Autumn Annals"?"

In this era when half of the Analects of Confucius could rule the world, almost all students learned about the poems of Zi and the classics of the sages.

To put it bluntly, it’s just a language.

There is no dabbling in mathematics, physics and chemistry at all.

What he wants is compound talents, not a group of literary and artistic young people.

Xu Miao said naturally: "Yes, otherwise what should I learn?"

Cao Ang: "..."Okay, both sides are not on the same channel at all.

Cao Ang smiled bitterly and said, "This room has a lot of books. Not to mention four years, as long as you work hard for a year, we have to add some more subjects. I think Zhang Hengzu Chongzhi's knowledge is good, what do you think?"

Zhang Heng invented the seismometer, and Zu Chongzhi calculated the pi to the seven decimal places. These two were the ancestors of the mathematics world.

Mathematics is the basis of all knowledge. If you don’t understand mathematics, you can’t do physics and chemistry at all.

The people of the Han Dynasty did not pay attention to mathematics, but Cao Ang had to pay attention to it.

"Why don't you have a talent like Zu Chongzhi in your hands?"

Cao Ang shook his head and sighed, and suddenly he had an idea and thought of someone.

He remembered that there seemed to be an awesome mathematician in the Three Kingdoms. What is his name?

When I remembered it, I called Zhao Shuang. It seemed that I was from Wu during the Three Kingdoms period. I was a famous mathematician and astronomer in history. I wrote a book called "Pythagorean Circle Square Chart Notes", which included the Pythagorean theorem.

But this person seems to be only in his teenage years at the moment.

There is another one named Liu Hong, who invented the abacus.

But this person is almost seventy this year, right?

Thinking of this, Cao Ang couldn't help but feel a toothache. None of the old, the young, the young could use it.

No matter what, get the person first.

Cao Ang hugged Mao Ba Nian's neck, uttered a secret message in his ear, and sent him away.
Chapter completed!