"Uncle, do you want to go and listen?"
Seeing Zhuge Liang's eyes looking thoughtfully over there, Zhang Xingyi asked in a low voice.
Zhuge Liang shook his head, "Forget it, it's getting late. Let's go to the city first and have a look."
Zhang Xingyi nodded, "That's fine."
When he walked out of the ancestral hall gate, Zhuge Liang only saw that there were many more pedestrians outside than before, and there were also several temporary stalls set up outside the ancestral hall.
There was a stall selling toy wooden weapons, deliberately made to look like those in biographies, which attracted many children to stare at them and refuse to move.
There are more food stalls. The big pot is placed on a special stove. The stall owner picks up a few pieces of coal and puts it into it. After a while, the white soup in the pot starts to roll, and the sheep bones sink and float in it.
I don't know how it tastes, but the aroma is quite attractive.
There was also a stack of baked pancakes on the stall.
I'm really hungry. A bowl of bone soup and a pancake will make my stomach feel comfortable.
"The shopkeeper's clothes are a bit strange."
Zhuge Liang saw the stall owner wearing a white coat on his chest and said casually.
"Those are cooks from workshops or ranch canteens. How can ordinary people be willing to use coal like this? They are only used in winter. There are also those sheep bones and pancakes, which are all leftovers from the canteen. Taking advantage of this It’s a busy time, so take it out and sell it.”
Zhang Xingyi, who knows the ropes well, replied.
Zhuge Liang's face twitched after hearing this: profiteer!
Despite the scolding, the business of the stall was not bad. Many people gathered around the stall, holding a big bowl in one hand and a big cake in the other. They took a bite and then drank a sip. They looked satisfied and could Fill your stomach and save money.
After eating and drinking, I took out some money and threw it away casually.
The helper next to the stall owner quickly rinsed the bowl with water, then put it into the boiling water next to it and soaked it. After a while, he took it out and continued to use it for the next person.
Zhuge Liang walked slowly on the artificial stone avenue of Nanxiang, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, all walking proudly. Although he didn't know what self-confidence and hope for the future meant, he knew that there seemed to be more people here than elsewhere. Got a spirit.
Because even if I don't know them, I can feel an uplifting spirit from them.
He looked left and right, always feeling that there was something strange about this place that he couldn't describe.
Before he could figure it out, he saw several children running past him laughing and playing. One of them didn't pay attention and bumped into the body of the guard next to him. The guard didn't feel it, but the child was knocked over by the shock. land.
When Zhuge Liang saw it, he wanted to reach out and pull him, but he didn't expect that the baby was so strong that he got up in one go and immediately bowed and saluted, "I'm sorry!"
The Prime Minister's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself: This kid doesn't look like he belongs to a wealthy family, but he didn't expect him to be so polite?
He was about to speak, but the baby didn't even let him see her face clearly and ran away.
The Han Prime Minister stretched his hands in the air and felt the gust of wind brought by the baby when he ran...
There are no fallen leaves floating by, but there is one more thing on the ground.
Zhuge Liang picked it up curiously and found that this small square thing was made of folded paper. It was folded very carefully, and there were incomprehensible symbols painted on it.
He carefully opened the paper squares and saw that the paper was covered with such strange symbols.
"What's this?"
Zhuge Liang's face was a little solemn. Although he couldn't understand it, the symbols on it looked very regular. It seemed like a kind of writing?
"Oh, these are the arithmetic symbols taught in the school. Only the people in the school, the soldiers of Nanxiang, and the stewards of Nanxiang can understand it. Some of the employees can also understand it."
Zhang Xingyi explained nonchalantly, "The arithmetic they learn is different from what ordinary people learn. They can understand other people's arithmetic, but others cannot understand their arithmetic, which is very strange."
When Zhuge Liang heard this, he looked shocked, "Wouldn't that be regarded as a military secret..."
At this point, he suddenly paused, and then smiled and said, "That kid just now is from the school?"
Zhang Xingyi nodded, "That's right."
"It's quite etiquette." Zhuge Liang approved, then frowned and shook the paper in his hand, "It's just a little too careless. If you lose such an important thing, wouldn't it be bad?"
"No." Zhang Xingyi shook his head and said with a smile, "This paper is full of things, so it is useless to that child. The paper is folded like this, just for them to play with."
"Playing?" Zhuge Liang's eyelids jumped after hearing this. This mulberry paper was sold so expensively in Jincheng. You told me that the children from Nanxiang actually used it to play with? It’s really… it’s really unreasonable!
"Nowadays, the paper produced in Nanxiang is no longer old and young. That..."
Zhang Xingyi subconsciously wanted to say "that guy", but after taking a look at Zhuge Liang, he had to change his mind and said, "That school is very generous to the students. This paper and pen are distributed regularly."
"If there is not enough, students will be asked to buy it themselves, but it is not expensive. A worker who works in the workshop for a day can buy three or five blank notebooks and put them in the pen and ink shop outside. He even buys one copy. Not on."
Speaking of this, Zhang Xingyi remembered something and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, when Confucian scholars from other places heard that there were such good things, many wanted to enter the school just to buy cheap books. But the school is very Recruit less teachers from outside, so no one can succeed."
Zhuge Liang's face moved twice when he heard this, and he pretended to be laughing without saying anything.
In his heart, he scolded a certain country bumpkin. He was really greedy and couldn't be more greedy: Which student from the school has not been held in his hands by now?
Not to mention the racecourse Dongfeng Express and the like, even the workshop in Nanzheng has to hire accounting clerks from Nanxiang from time to time to check the accounts - all accounting clerks are students from the school.
It's not that no one has thought about poaching people from him, but that kid is just a loach, not slippery at all!
As long as a student enters the school, the first thing to do is to sign a contract!
I heard from Ma Su that this matter started from the first student in the academy, and he didn't give others a chance at all.
So it stands to reason that it is appropriate for schools to distribute notebooks to students, but I didn’t expect that other people’s parents would have to pay for it. The key is that others are grateful...
This is easy to say, after all, paper is a precious thing at this time, and reading and literacy is even more priceless.
Thinking of this, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty couldn't help but cursed the imperial generals and prison guards, they were simply useless!
When Nanxiang's improved papermaking technology came out, the imperial court also got a share. But a few years later, look at the paper produced by Nanxiang, and then look at the paper produced by the imperial court?
The students here can actually use paper to play with. I am a great prime minister and I have to save paper. Is this a natural principle? Is there any heavenly principle?
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty couldn't help but sigh, and the previous thoughts came to his mind again: Based on this son's ability, if he could have been born ten years earlier, the Han Dynasty Young Master would have already set his sights on Ding Guanzhong and marched into the Central Plains at any time.
The Han Prime Minister was thinking about something in his mind and walked forward aimlessly. The paper in his hand flew out without paying attention.
Zhang Xingyi's face changed drastically when he saw it, and he was about to step forward to pick it up, but unfortunately it was too late.
"What are you doing? Don't you know you can't litter on the street?"
A voice suddenly came over, and then a dark figure rushed in front of everyone from nowhere. Only a "hissing" sound was heard, and then a small note was handed to the Han Prime Minister, "Thirty dollars of Chenghui."
The Prime Minister's guard was shocked and subconsciously wanted to draw his sword.
The shadow took two steps back warily and quickly put the whistle in his mouth.
"Don't be busy!" Zhang Xingyi was almost sweating, and hurriedly stopped her, "I accept the punishment!"
"Penalty? Punishment for what?"
Before Zhuge Liang could understand, the servant behind Zhang Xingyi ran up and handed over a few copper coins.
The black figure wearing a black hat and black clothes nodded with satisfaction and handed the ticket to the servant, "Take it, don't tell me that I issued it randomly."
Seeing the black shadow suddenly disappearing into nowhere, Zhuge Liang became furious, "How dare these soldiers from Nanxiang be so bold and dare to extort money in broad daylight? Where is the justice?"
