Ding Fu nodded hurriedly: "I understand."
In fact, he didn't go to Zhu Bai's territory to cause trouble. Where did he offend this little King of Hell?
Ding Fu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was helped by the servants to stumble away.
Zhu Bai looked at their backs and felt extremely good: it felt so good to bully others.
He picked up the official hat on the ground and handed it to Wu Bozong.
Wu Bozong took the hat and bowed to Zhu Bai meticulously: "Thank you, Your Highness."
If it weren't for Zhu Bai, he would have suffered a lot today.
Zhu Bai also returned the courtesy politely: "Master Wu, you don't have to be polite. I am also temporarily itchy. However, I really appreciate Master Wu's insistence on principles. I hope Master Wu can always be like this in the future."
Wu Bozong said: "Can I do something for Your Highness? I never owe anyone a favor."
In fact, he was a little nervous.
After all, Zhu Bai has a reputation as a rogue, so after helping him just now, will he make any excessive demands on him?
Zhu Bai thought for a while: "If you insist on returning the favor to me, I suggest that Master Chen teach more arithmetic, geography and law to the students in the Imperial College. I don't want the students taught by the Imperial College to be all nerds."
Wu Bozong hesitated for a moment and replied: "This is a good thing, but the emperor..."
Zhu Bai smiled, said nothing more, and walked away with the people.
Wu Bozong stood on the bridge, watched Zhu Bai go away, and pondered: Although Zhu Bai does not abide by etiquette, his methods are always the most effective.
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After adding two more assistants, Chen Nanbin's Imperial College was officially opened.
After Wu Bozong arrived, he suggested to Chen Nanbin to teach arithmetic, geography and law.
Chen Nanbin waved his hand: "First learn the classics well. Don't learn useless ones."
When Zhu Bai heard what Wu Bozong said, he couldn't laugh or cry: This Chen Nanbin is really pedantic and rigid.
No wonder it was not until the end of the Ming Dynasty that for more than three hundred years, other science and engineering talents like Xu Xiake, Song Yingxing, Sun Yunqiu and Fang Zhi emerged.
As a science student, he found it incredible when he saw it before.
If this situation is not reversed, the economy is not developed, and science and technology are not advanced, he will not be comfortable.
He thought for a while and said to Wu Bozong: "Don't worry, wait until I find an opportunity to talk to the emperor."
When Zhu Bai had something to do, he went to the Imperial College to see if there was anyone the Guanya Bureau could use.
The poor scholars knew that Zhu Bai sponsored them, and they were all grateful and respectful to Zhu Bai.
When Zhu Bai went to the Imperial College, he realized that there were indeed scholars in the world who could not afford to eat and had no clothes to cover their bodies just to study.
In the deep winter, when the dripping water turns to ice, there are still people wearing only a thin jacket with lots of patches.
He frowned and stared at the man, thinking: Isn't he cold? Isn't he cold?
Fugui and the others didn't know what this "little king of hell" was thinking, and no one dared to remind Zhu Bai.
It was only when get out of class was over that Zhu Bai realized that he had been staring at the person for half an hour without realizing it.
When Zhu Bai came again, he found that the man had not come.
He tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked Chen Nanbin: "Master, isn't that man wearing only a jacket here?"
Chen Nanbin raised his head and squinted his eyes: "Oh, maybe he didn't come. I'm so dim-sighted that I can't recognize so many people yet."
Zhu Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, he didn't remember the man's appearance. He only remembered that his clothes were very tattered.
Zhu Bai went to ask Wu Bozong again: "Master Wu, do you remember the man sitting there yesterday?"
Wu Bozong hesitated for a moment and whispered: "He was probably embarrassed by His Highness and went to do odd jobs to earn money to buy clothes."
Zhu Bai frowned and thought about this: he can understand that he has no money to buy a house, rent a house, or see a doctor.
After all, buying or renting a house is a big one-time investment, but treating a disease is a bottomless pit.
According to the current price in Zhongcheng Market, it only costs fifty or sixty yuan to make a cotton coat, and it only takes two or three days to work as a part-time worker.
If they were old, young, women and children, he could understand.
However, as a young and strong labor force, as long as they are willing to work, how can they not have enough to eat and clothing to keep warm?
The Imperial College has only been open for a few days and some people are dropping out. The impact is too bad.
Everyone is imitating each other, but if they don't finish the imperial examination, there won't be many people left in the Imperial College.
He doesn't care whether anyone in the court uses it or not.
If everyone doesn't study, even the official bureau will not be able to select available people in the future, and it will have something to do with him.
He asked Wu Bozong: "Master, does he know where he lives?"
Wu Bozong: "Wei Chen remembers that his name seems to be Ouyang Lun, and he lives in Xicheng. The address is registered in the name list. Wei Chen will turn it over and show it to His Highness."
After Zhu Bai got Ouyang Lun's address, he didn't attend the lectures or choose anyone, and went to Xicheng with him.
As soon as he left, both the student and the master breathed a sigh of relief.
This "little king of hell" is sitting here, even if he does nothing, it still makes them feel a lot of pressure.
Zhu Bai couldn't find anyone in Xicheng, so he thought about where this person could make money, so he returned to the Guanya Bureau.
Then he saw a familiar figure standing shivering in the courtyard of the Guanya Bureau's bulk goods trading area.
Because merchants here often need labor to move goods, some people often come here to find part-time jobs.
Tsk, you are not stupid at all. I also know that I come here to find work.
Zhu Bai was secretly amused and did not go there. He quietly stood aside to see what kind of job Ouyang Lun could find in the end.
A businessman came out and shouted in the hall: "It takes five people to carry grain, one hundred catties per bag, five cents per bag."
Then a bunch of people rushed up.
Ouyang Lun didn't move.
Zhu Bai pursed his lips: One hundred pounds is a bit heavy. This kid's thin body probably won't be able to carry it.
Then another person came out: "It takes five people to carry dried fruits, a bag of fifty kilograms, and three pennies per bag."
Then more people came up.
Ouyang Lun still didn't move.
Zhu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly: Hey, what is this kid thinking? Dislike the lack of money?
The third merchant: "It takes three people to move cotton. A bag of ten pounds costs two cents a bag."
Almost everyone in the yard ran up.
Ouyang Lun just stood there and pretended, but still couldn't pass.
At noon, everyone dispersed.
Ouyang Lun didn't pick up any of the jobs.
Seeing that everyone had dispersed, he refused to leave and went to the house sale place again.
Zhu Bai asked someone to set aside a special area on the house sale side for notices recruiting temporary workers. No money was charged, and it was regarded as a welfare for the people.
It's full of requirements.
Recruiting someone to clean the courtyard will cost you twenty cents a day, regardless of gender, and it will take three days.
It requires two skilled embroidery workers, male or female, who cost 30 cents per day, and one tailor, who costs 80 cents per day. It takes a month.
Two bearers are needed, sixty cents per day, and three days.
There are all kinds of day laborers, both skilled and unskilled.
Ouyang Lunzai looked at each one carefully without any expression.
Zhu Bai laughed angrily: This boy looks very talented, but he is an embroidered pillow. He deserves to be unable to earn even a piece of cotton-padded clothing.
