There is no news about Li Zhi. It has been peaceful these days. Hongwenguan gives me only three words of feeling. I want to sleep. Really, when I come to Hongwenguan, looking at the seemingly regular princes and nobles in the classroom, my mind is a little tired and sleepy. There is no way, it is not the material for being a teacher. Besides, in the future, people will definitely treat it as a negative teaching material that misleads children. There are also many teachers who yawn to class, but there are very few teachers who keep yawning. Teachers like me who yawn all the time, probably only me in the world record of the Dinis.

"Today's teaching is over. The multiplication table of nine or nine will be checked in three days. Anyone who cannot memorize it, think about what to do, and it will be dispersed!"

I was so sleepy, but I learned it with great interest. Not only Li Zhi, Gao Yang's young princes and princesses, including those who come to listen to the lectures from time to time, Li Yan, Li Yun, Li Zhen and others thought that my lectures were different. Not only were they talked about it, but they could also make them think together. It also brought the memories of elementary school in later generations.

There are more than 20 bachelors in Hongwenguan, including direct bachelors, proofreaders, etc. In short, those who have gone through the past have also brought a bit of bookish spirit. In layman's terms, the people in Hongwenguan have a strong yin energy and do not have footsteps when walking. It seems that the weight of the foothold will be related to the level of education. For example, I am an alien in Hongwenguan. Not only those bachelors, but also those who have just arrived, seem to be a Jinshi. I call Shangguan Yi. I feel that there is a senior from Shangguan Feifeng, and I pointed and pointed behind me more than once. I looked down on us in my words. Today, when I was teaching the princes and nobles, I thought of something, and I went to class for the bastard Shangguan Yi.

"Blackboard, do you understand?"

I am a fourth-rank county. I don’t know how many rank this guy is, but he must be as good as my official position. I just bully you.

Shangguan Yi is about 20 years old. Logically speaking, the Jinshi at this age is already very time-consuming and space-making, but he dare not pretend to despise me. After all, we are a fourth-rank official, so we have to be careful about etiquette and are fucking scholars.

Shangguan Yi shook his head and didn't even look at me. The next door was so hot that this guy was fiddling with something on the sand table on the desk. He went over and stirred up the problem, and then looked at him with a very detached look. What's wrong? I'm domineering now, so I'm suing me.

"Why did you destroy my sand table, why?"

This guy blushed, his fingers trembled, and pointed at me angrily, as if he was about to pounce on me. Although I was not tall, I had participated in military training anyway. When I was young, martial arts novels were always available around me. Now, as the head of the Weapon Supervisor, he was even more murderous. This domineering aura made this classmate Shangguan Yi dare not act rashly.

"It's impolite to come without going. If you ignore me, I don't fucking ignore you, and I just ignore your sand table."

It is cited by classics and is a perfect example. After all, it is a college student. Although it is not as valuable as the Jinshi, it is known how this Jinshi came from. It is said that our Tang Dynasty also promoted it in an extraordinary way, and it is like a Jinshi. Anyway, this guy does not engrave the words authentic Jinshi on his forehead, so let's just think that he is a fake.

"The blackboard is better than your sand table, look, learn."

I held a small blackboard made by Carpenter Zhao himself in my hand. I took it for a while, my arms were sore, and I didn't know where to tinker.

Looking at the blackboard in my hand, this guy was curious and forgot that I had made trouble just now. He looked straight for a while and shook his head and said:

"What's the use of this thing?"

My tone is still very unhappy, but it is better than ignoring me just now. Since I have regretted it, I will give me a chance to admit my mistakes.

"Haha, this is a blackboard, specially made instead of sand tables. Let's try this lime and see the effect."

Lime pens are chalk, and the workmanship is very rough, but it is a miracle that Master Zhou can actually make it look like I remember. Not to mention, the comprehension ability of the ancients is no less than that of later generations.

Shangguan Yi carefully wrote a few words on the blackboard. This guy's calligraphy is OK, but this blackboard is too trash. He snatched the chalk from the bastard Shangguan and wrote my most famous poem on the blackboard very casually. The river goes east...

Shangguan Yi's chin fell, his eyes were protruding, and his thyroid gland became hyperactive. In short, he looked at me strangely, just like an alien, and he stretched out his orchid finger and wanted to point at me.

Next door, I grabbed this guy's hand. That finger was not good, so I had to use my middle finger. I didn't know that this was an internationally vulgar gesture. If the princes and nobles in the museum learned it, it would be a shame and misleading the children. How would you, Shangguan Yi, be a role model in the future?

So, Hongwenguan, Imperial College, Taixue, and other schools flocked to Ningjia to purchase blackboards. Not only these schools, but also included but not limited to restaurants, brothels, workshops, preschool classes, kindergartens...

In short, all the units that needed to write something on the walls, wooden boards, and temporarily gathered at the Ning family. It was very lively for a while, and Sangouzi couldn't stand it.

"Sir, why don't you charge money? You see so many people, if you sell a few dollars for each blackboard, it's probably an investment."

Yes, Sangouzi gradually began to understand the principles of business and knew that everything he took out from home could be sold for money. This laid a good foundation for his future spoiler. He kicked him over. Sangouzi was not prepared and sat in the distance, looking at me innocently, not knowing that the words offended me.

"I know, how many years can the blackboard be used? How many years can it be used for protection? How much do you think you can sell it? The family will carry dozens of dollars back. Will you do this stupid thing?"

When I returned to the house, before I could change my clothes and wash my face, Yu'er also pulled me and asked, slapped me on the butt, and the treatment must be better than Sangouzi. After asking back, Yu'er stopped.

Erya was smart. Seeing that her sister was beaten, she came over and felt sick beside me, her eyes were slapped, as if she felt that being slapped twice on her butt was a kind of enjoyment. She gave Erya a few strokes, and Yu'er gave us a blank look, which was very unhappy.

"Think about it, how long can this chalk last? If you write dozens of words, it will be gone. Only Master Zhou can do it in the Tang Dynasty. Ten packs are sold for five cents, how much can you earn in a year?"

Yes, the early order alone reached a huge amount of 10,000 packages, which released a large positive line to the stationery industry and directly blocked the daily limit.

According to my calculations, Hongwenguan alone can use more than 100 packs in a month, and now there is no word for a piece of chalk. It is not like the ones in later generations. It has been used in schools throughout the Tang Dynasty. Although the unit price is not high, the profit is not bad compared to Baihualu. It is mainly exclusive management, and no one can take this business away.

Yu'er and Erya were lying together to make plans. Since the two wives visited Mrs. Cheng's family, they had completely lost their state of treating money as dirt and they just moved to the vault to sleep. The two of them made a total of money every day, and they thought I was busy with business and did not plan for the family.

This idea is unsatisfactory. In the past two days, Shuai Cui has to send seeds. After the Chinese New Year, he will be busy. Corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes are a headache. Although the soil quality is not high, it always requires such a large area of ​​land. Fortunately, I told several good brothers before that the planting area will not be small, but I always feel that it is still a little short. Unfortunately, the grain fields are absolutely not occupied now. This is the basic national policy issued by Li Shimin and the fate of the Tang Dynasty.

The pulse is easy to move. It seems that there is only the idea of ​​fighting wasteland. I don’t know whether individuals can take the initiative to ask for the reclaiming wasteland, and I don’t know what the procedures are. After all, this is not Lingnan, this is the capital, and people can see it when they open their eyes. The so-called censor, not speaking is dereliction of duty. When they tell the truth, they have to lose their heads. So the predecessor of the paparazzi appeared... The Censor! He likes to do whatever he wants to make a fool of himself.
Chapter completed!