"Well, since everything is fine, there is really no need to delay and wait for the support of the Holy Court... let's go!"
He Wancheng also nodded.
After the words fell, his lips moved slightly, and then the whole person disappeared.
"It's such a good thing to go see Lin Yi, where will it be your turn?"
What is the secret thought in your heart?
Seeing He Wancheng returning home, he was in a good mood and disappeared here as he said.
When the figure appeared again, He Weijun suddenly felt something in his heart and turned his head to look not far away...
His face turned dark instantly: "He Wancheng, didn't you go back to the academy?"
"you……"
He Wancheng was obviously surprised. He flicked his sleeves and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you the same?"
"I have nothing to do. I'm just walking around. We're all out anyway, so what? Where are you going?"
He Weijun stared at He Wancheng and roughly guessed where he was going.
Definitely go to Pingzhou Academy.
Otherwise, they would not have met. After all, the maximum distance that words can move is that far.
"What does it have to do with you?"
He Wancheng originally wanted to talk nicely, but He Weijun's dark face made him dislike it.
"I know even if you don't tell me, go to Pingzhou Academy, right?"
He Weijun shook his head and chuckled: "You don't think there are third-grade scholars in Pingzhou Academy, do you? To tell you the truth, there are not! It's better to go back to your Qingping Academy to avoid being disappointed!"
"The heart of a villain can judge the heart of a gentleman!"
He Wancheng, whose thoughts were exposed by He Weijun, turned slightly red and said seriously: "That's what you think. He went to express condolences to an old friend. The evil spirit came from Pingzhou Academy. The situation in Pingzhou Academy must not be good! "
"That's it!"
He Weijun nodded approvingly and said: "As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed. It just so happens that He is quite curious about the depth of feelings for Dean He and Dean Zheng, and wants to go and take a look!"
Uh-huh!
He Weijun's figure disappeared here.
"You old man!"
He Wancheng cursed in his heart and thought: "How can we suppress that third-grade heavenly demon without a third-grade scholar here? This old man still wants to deceive me, no way!"
Uh-huh!
He Wancheng moved his lips slightly and left here.
…
at the same time.
Zhong Zizheng, who came from the Holy Temple in the capital, hurried continuously and finally arrived at Nanxiang Mansion.
He stamped his foot lightly.
"What do you think of Junji Academy? Come and see me!"
Zhong Zi, who was wearing a red Confucian robe, was standing with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.
By his estimate.
In less than ten seconds, He Weijun will receive his message and come to see him.
Three minutes later...
"Not here? Could it be that the demon has been exterminated? The question is... where is the demon?"
Zhong Zizheng frowned.
Opening the palm of his right hand, he opened a map and poured it into the map. Towns, mountains and rivers appeared on the paper.
"You're a third-grade demon! You don't have any demonic aura. Could the teacher be confused?"
Zhong Zizheng entered the Nanxiang Mansion underground level and did not find any evil spirit.
There is nothing strange about the monster hunting map.
"Come on, come out and get some air!"
Zhong Zizheng opened the palm of his left hand, and there was another calligraphy map, which vividly appeared on the paper. There was a bright red light in a certain direction.
"Okay, okay, okay... not bad, not bad!"
Zhong Zizheng suddenly became happy and said: "The small Nanxiang Prefecture is actually talented in Mingzhou's poetry. I have to see it carefully..."
Zhong Zizheng suddenly had no interest in investigating the Sky Demon and only wanted to make friends with his poems.
He himself is a poetry fanatic. If his teacher hadn't imprisoned him in the Holy Courtyard, he would have traveled all over the mountains and rivers of Dayan to make friends with poetry.
Now that I finally have the opportunity to go out, I must take a good look at Nanxiang Prefecture to see if there are any scholars who are very talented in poetry.
This is not...
have!
Still a great talent!
"No, no, the teacher said we need to find a scholar with great righteousness..."
"who cares!"
"Make friends first! However, you can't use your status to pressure others or expose your strength..."
Zhong Zizheng smiled slightly, put away the two calligraphy maps, took one step and disappeared into the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture.
…
Jinzhou Pingzhou Academy.
After experiencing the Sky Fox Demon incident, everyone in Pingzhou Academy became much colder.
There are many rooms available.
There was no sound of reading aloud in the school.
Dean's library.
Master Chen knocked on the door of the pavilion with a heavy heart.
"Come in!"
Zheng Zhiqiu's voice sounded, and Chen Jinbei opened the door and walked in. He bowed and said: "Dean, the casualties have been calculated, including the loss of the academy..."
Zheng Zhiqiu's heart tightened.
He fears!
I am afraid that the academy will suffer too many casualties, and that the academy will suffer too much damage.
Pingzhou Academy is an academy that has not yet been registered in the Holy Court and does not receive any support from the Holy Court.
The only thing... is to allow scholars to have the qualifications to obtain literary and academic honors.
Moreover, the money and calligraphy left by the founding founder have been almost spent.
"explain!"
Zheng Zhiqiu was mentally prepared and looked at Chen Jinbei.
Chen Jinbei looked solemn, took out the booklet from his sleeve robe, and said in a serious tone: "Fifty-six people were injured, and twenty-three people were killed..."
"ah……"
Zheng Zhiqiu trembled, his face turned pale, he froze, and murmured in a low voice: "Twenty-three...twenty-three..."
A quarter of the bachelors in Pingzhou Academy were just gone!
They are all Dayan scholars.
One in a million!
All of them are good boys from Pingzhou Academy!
"continue!"
Zheng Zhiqiu tried hard to calm his inner grief.
Chen Jinbei said sternly: "The small courtyard of the direct descendants was destroyed. A hundred meters in radius was razed to the ground. The estimated cost of reconstruction is... 80,000 taels of silver!"
The cost of constructing the direct courtyard was over 50,000 taels of silver, and the formation cost of Guangshu Pavilion was almost 20,000 taels of silver.
It was an expensive formation calligraphy treasure.
In addition, the courtyard occupies a large area, with rockery, flying pond, and bamboo forest pavilion. It is indeed not cheap to build.
"so tall?"
Zheng Zhiqiu's face turned pale again.
Originally, the academy did not have much food left over, but now it is vomiting blood.
He cursed in his heart: "Damn you scoundrel! I'm blind, the article I wrote is useless...bastard, you beast!"
When Chen Jinbei saw that Zheng Zhiqiu was silent, he continued: "A generous burial for the bachelor of the academy, a pension after his death, and the reconstruction of the direct descendant courtyard will probably require preparation of 310,000 taels of silver."
Most of these scholars are not from ordinary families.
From the day they were recruited, the academy promised some compensation...
After all, the academy trains bachelors, and in the future, as long as they join the Holy Academy, the Holy Academy will reward them with two hundred thousand taels for each of their places.
It's just that... since the opening of Pingzhou Academy, only seven people have been admitted to the Holy Academy.
Very shabby.
"I see!"
Zheng Zhiqiu nodded, as if he had become a little older instantly. He was wondering where to find the three hundred and one thousand taels of silver...
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked: "What's the price of the rubbings of Caiqi Mingzhou's poems in Duobao Pavilion?"
"Dean, could it be the academy?" Chen Jinbei was stunned.
This time the academy has lost so many bachelors. If the academy cannot even provide generous burials and pensions...
I'm afraid it will be chilling.
Zheng Zhiqiu nodded helplessly: "Well, the inner treasury only has tens of thousands of taels of silver!"
Chen Jinbei trembled and said sternly: "How can Lin Yicai's poems from Mingzhou be sold? Not even the rubbings! If Lin Yi knew...he would be unhappy!"
"I will go tell him and ask him... to help the academy!" Zheng Zhiqiu blushed.
Lin Yigang came to the academy and sent two poems for inscriptions and one poem for inscriptions on plaques.
As a result, he was almost killed by the jealous Chen Haoran because he was too outstanding.
Now...I have to ask for help again.
It's really hard to talk about.
"Why!"
Chen Jinbei sighed and said: "The poems and essays of Cai Qi Mingzhou, even if they are rubbings...according to the calculation of ten thousand taels per bucket of talents, it is 60,000 taels! If you are the dean, you will make the rubbings yourself, a fourth-grade gentleman." The extra talent bonus of the realm is sixty thousand taels, which is equivalent to 120,000 taels of silver!"
"But the rubbings for sale must use special rubbing paper. A poem can only be rubbed once. If it is rubbed again, it will lose any charm..."
Chen Jinbei then did not forget to add: "If it is an authentic work, it will be worth a hundred times the price... Mingzhou's poem, a fighting talent of one million taels, is six million taels..."
