If I could do it all over again,
Ji Ziyue swore that she would never stay in the Shangqing Palace and watch this vicious pair of men and women fight.
The key is that Xiao Dongzi, that damn bastard, probably forgot that I was still under the bed.
The bitch holding Lin Man'er hit me so hard on my dragon bed that I was so frightened that I thought the dragon bed was going to collapse.
And Lin Man'er, that little bitch, is simply a little slut.
The screams kept coming and going, and I didn’t know how to restrain myself! Doesn't she know that it is noon at this moment and the servants outside are listening?
It hurts me too...
Ji Ziyue didn't know what she thought of, and a blush appeared on her pretty face.
Finally, after two hours of "education", Lin Man'er weakly left the Shangqing Palace with the support of the maid.
At the same time, a rumor that His Majesty likes to show off during the day spread rapidly in the palace.
If there were still doubts before, whether His Majesty is good at Long Yang.
In their eyes, the current His Majesty is simply a degrading beast!
Where can I be asked to do that at noon? Absolutely ridiculous!
All the concubines denounced Lin Man'er one after another, saying that her beauty was a disaster for seducing the Lord.
But on the other hand, they also frequently went to Jinxiu Palace to pay their respects.
As for what was said, no one knows.
After that day, Ji Ziyue punished Yang Dong severely. She ordered him to have nothing to do and to come to Shangqing Palace to see her less often from now on.
As a straight man, Yang Dong naturally didn't know what Ji Ziyue was thinking.
He thought that since Lanxiang Academy would be opening its doors soon, he would definitely be too busy with the things at hand. If you allow him to come to the study less often, you are being considerate of him!
Thinking of this, he happily expressed his gratitude to Ji Ziyue.
He didn't notice at all the look in his eyes that wanted a knife.
Xichang small building,
Yang Dong leaned on the golden nanmu chair, looking past the window lattice and looking at the school ground downstairs.
At this moment, on the school grounds, the spies who stayed in the headquarters were training according to his newly formulated training methods.
Although this kind of training does not improve martial arts cultivation.
But it makes people's bodies more flexible, and it can fly over eaves and walls, which is a sight to behold.
Not to mention anything else, these spies can go to Qunfang Tower ten times a month.
Yang Dong didn't pay too much attention to this matter. In this case, Qunfang Building is his own property, and he has no reason to push out the money that comes to his door.
But this is not the main reason. The main reason is that I have spent a lot of money recently and only have hundreds of thousands of taels of silver left on hand, which I always feel uncomfortable using.
It just happens to improve the consumption level of Qunfang Building, so that those poor scholars who are eating and drinking can all study hard and don't come to Qunfang Building to have a meal.
For those princes, nobles, wealthy businessmen, Yang Dong adopted a different strategy. He even arranged for some dancing girls and learned some advanced techniques from later generations.
Because of this, Qunfang Building's business has not been affected by the price increase, but has become increasingly popular.
It's just these little things that Yang Dong doesn't care much about.
His top priority right now is to successfully recruit a group of mathematics talents to Lanxiang Academy.
After entering school, we can focus on cultivating a group of geniuses in arithmetic. If you are interested in further studies, you can also build a research institute to conduct scientific research.
Although gunpowder has been created now, its power has not yet reached its limit. The formula proportions and other things also need to be studied by people.
As the saying goes, food and grass must go before troops are deployed. Today, the grain production in Dazhou is far from enough, so obtaining a large amount of surplus labor is also a headache. And steel, and steam engines...
Thinking of these, even Yang Dong couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness.
Da Zhou is still too weak.
Especially in the current situation, to put it mildly, what's the difference between living on the last breath?
Yang Dong sighed deeply, feeling that the burden on his shoulders was a little heavier.
Counting the days, in three days it will be the day of Lanxiang Academy's admissions examination. I hope these Dazhou scholars can be more helpful and make it easier for me.
With this thought in mind, he leaned on the soft couch and fell asleep slowly.
The whole day's hard work really made him a little tired. Even with his cultivation as a great martial artist, he still couldn't make him infinitely energetic.
At this moment, outside Qunfang Building,
A scholar dressed in rags was looking at Qunfang Tower, hesitant.
I heard that Qunfang Building is recruiting script writers.
I don’t know if I, Xiaoxiaosheng, can catch the eye of Mr. Yang.
This down-and-out scholar named Xiaoxiaosheng has turned gray at the temples, and his eyes reveal a sense of vicissitudes after experiencing the world of mortals.
But this sense of vicissitudes of life disappeared in an instant after seeing the dancers in new clothes in Qunfang Tower, leaving only a gleam of wolf nature.
"Hey, who are you? Why are you standing there at the door of our Qunfang Building?"
The little doorman saw Xiaoxiaosheng standing at the door, motionless. There was a bit more disdain in his eyes.
In the past few days, he had been rewarded by many wealthy people, and he no longer had the good impression he used to have on these poor and down-and-out scholars.
In the past, when Nian read to them, the little doorman still had some admiration in his heart.
But with the reform of Qunfang Building, the little doorman received more and more rewards. It is no exaggeration to say that the rewards he gets every day are more than what these poor scholars spend on eating and drinking in Qunfang House for ten days.
"Uh...are you talking about me?"
Xiaoxiaosheng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, feeling more and more yearning for Qunfang House in his heart.
A mere doorman dares to scold a scholar.
If it were anywhere else, I wouldn't even dare to think about it.
It can be seen from this that there must be something in this group of beautiful buildings that is enough to attract those nobles and wealthy businessmen.
If I could stay here, wouldn't I be able to have enough food and clothing for the rest of my life?
Thinking of this, a look of determination flashed across Xiaoxiaosheng's cheeks.
"Um...this young man, I'm here to apply for a script writer. I heard that your Qunfang House is currently looking for some script writers and storytellers. So..."
"Oh, I'm here to apply for a job."
The little doorman nodded, although the contempt in his eyes had faded. But he still maintained his lukewarm attitude.
"Come with me."
The little doorman greeted, turned around and walked toward the door.
Xiaoxiaosheng saw this and immediately followed him.
He was very curious about what was happening in Qunfang Tower today that could attract those nobles and wealthy businessmen to flood in like a tide.
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Some people died, but not completely...
