Yingtian, the imperial city.
In the imperial study room.
Stacks of memorials piled up like mountains on the desk in front of Zhao Chongyuan.
And outside Zhao Chongyuan's room.
Yang Fu, Ye Liancheng, and Zhou Shan were all dealing with the memorials sent by officials from various ministries from all over Daqian.
Next to the three of them, there were also the memorials that had been processed one after another, folded together, and moved to their rooms by the eunuchs one by one, and reviewed by Zhao Chongyuan again.
Unsurprisingly, the most numerous memorials in the past few days were those of Gan Shui.
The rainy season is coming.
Chaos breaks out.
Rising food prices are commonplace.
Although Zhao Chongyuan was well prepared and strictly ordered to limit food prices from the beginning, the effect was not very good.
News of rising food prices has come from many places.
Zhao Chongyuan knew all this and expected it.
Over the past two hundred years, the rentier class has long been solidified and intertwined. Especially after the previous dynasty, it has extended its minions to the court.
It's not that simple to break.
Right now he is just waiting for an opportunity.
In addition, the Hedao Yamen requested early disbursement of disaster relief funds.
The Ministry of Works is clamoring for money, while the Ministry of Household Affairs is clamoring for money.
All kinds of things made Zhao Chongyuan's head hurt.
After a while, Zhao Chongyuan rubbed his eyebrows, looked at Wang Lishi who was waiting on the side and said, "Did King Yan go to the Imperial College?"
"Since His Majesty personally issued the order, His Highness Prince Yan will naturally go."
Wang Lishi replied respectfully while sorting out the memorial for Zhao Chongyuan.
As Zhao Chongyuan's personal eunuch, he is also the eunuch in charge of the ceremony.
Wang Lishi's responsibilities are naturally not as simple as just serving Zhao Chongyuan.
All the information in Yingtian City, large and small, finally gathered in front of Wang Lishi.
It can be said that he is Zhao Chongyuan's eyes.
"Hmph, this guy has some eyesight."
Hearing Wang Lishi's words, Zhao Chongyuan showed a rare smile, and then snorted angrily, "What on earth are you thinking in the mind of this boy Zhao Ding? This Imperial College is the best school for me. Other princes have the opportunity to go to school, and which one of them doesn’t sharpen his head and go in, but how come he is here, as if I am going to kill him?"
Wang Lishi smiled and said: "Perhaps His Highness King Yan is really knowledgeable?"
"Is he highly knowledgeable? He didn't almost make Master Zhang so angry that he couldn't recite a thousand-character essay. How much more knowledgeable is he?"
Zhao Chongyuan snorted and continued: "I have worried a lot about him, sent him to the Imperial College, and betrothed Xu Tiande's daughter to him. If he is smarter, he can win over good talents in the Imperial College. Rely on the power of the Xu family to subdue the generals.
But luckily for him, he didn't fall for it at all.
Maybe I have gone to the Imperial College now, and I am still calling him my father! "
Wang Lishi said with an apologetic smile: "Your Majesty, please calm down. His Royal Highness, King Yan, is young after all and does not understand your Majesty's painstaking efforts. Now that he has gone to the Imperial College, he has been taught by Master Zhang Shiwei, and Old Master Zhang has always had an upright character. I think that Master Zhang will definitely help your Majesty." Please advise His Highness King Yan well."
"Too."
Zhao Chongyuan grinned.
He knew Zhang Shiwei's character. He was extremely old-fashioned and had always been upright. If not for this, he would not have been teaching in the Imperial Academy and would not have been willing to serve as an official in the court.
With Zhang Shiwei's character, he can handle Zhao Ding docilely.
Maybe in a few days, Zhao Ding will come crying and begging me to let him go.
Zhao Chongyuan hooked his hand, motioned Wang Lishi to come over, looked at Wang Lishi and asked: "By the way, how are the second and fifth children doing lately?"
"Back to Your Majesty, King Qin and King Jin have been in the mansion for the past few days since they were reprimanded by you, and have not gone out at all."
Wang Lishi replied softly.
"Hmph, these two guys are quite discerning."
Zhao Chongyuan grinned and told Wang Lishi: "By the way, when Qingzhan gets out of school in the evening, call Qingzhan over. I just want to ask him what happened to that boy Zhao Ding in the Imperial College."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Seeing Zhao Chongyuan's proud look, Wang Lishi covered his mouth and smiled.
…
At the same time, inside the Imperial College.
A group of great scholars from the Imperial College filled the hall.
Most of them are old men with gray beards and over fifty years old.
The youngest among them are about the same age as Zhao Chongyuan.
At this moment, Zhang Shiwei was sitting in the first place.
Sitting aside...
Another great Confucian sitting in the Imperial Academy.
As for Zhao Ding, he obediently found the last seat and sat near the door.
Originally it was according to Zhang Zhiwei's idea.
No matter what, a leading position must be arranged for Zhao Ding. Even if it is not the leading position, then a deputy position must be arranged no matter what.
But who would have thought.
This Prince Yan is extremely humble.
It’s not because I don’t have enough qualifications that I have to sit at the bottom.
In desperation, Zhang Shiwei could only respect the wishes of the "humble and polite" Prince Yan and let him sit in the last position.
But I just couldn't figure out why Prince Yan insisted on sitting at the door, even if he sat at the back.
Isn't this a little too humble?
However, the more this happened, Zhang Shiwei and even all the Imperial College masters became more and more satisfied with Zhao Ding.
He can still be so humble despite being in a high position.
Not to mention that there is no such prince in the whole Daqian, even in the five surrounding countries, there is no such prince.
"Cough cough cough~~~"
Zhang Shiwei cleared his throat, looked at the Imperial Academy Master present here and said: "I have summoned you all here today. I believe you already understand what is going on.
Next, just raise your hands and decide. "
As an imperial master for two generations, he is in charge of the imperial edicts of the Imperial College.
No matter in terms of reputation or status.
Zhang Shiwei is considered to be the best in the Imperial College.
However, listening to Zhang Shiwei's words.
The many masters present looked at each other, and no one dared to raise their hands to vote rashly.
"What do you mean by this?"
Zhang Shiwei frowned slightly as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Everyone present said nothing.
After looking at each other.
An old master who seemed to be about the same age as Zhang Shiwei stroked his long beard and said: "What Master Zhang said is indeed beneficial to the country and the people. Even if it is promoted appropriately, it may also change the atmosphere of my official career.
But I expect that the Imperial College is, after all, a place for teaching and educating people. It is the place where the highest level of Chinese studies in Daqian is located, and it represents the prosperity of the cultural context of Daqian.
Those who can study here are the proud ones among countless scholars.
What he will do in the future is to be a herdsman for the emperor, to control the teachings of a state, and to educate and transform all living beings.
As for farming, it is a matter for ordinary people in the market. Anyone can do it, so why do we have to have our students do it?
Great reading time was wasted. "
