Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

After the time has entered March, the rising sun has gradually become brighter.

Jian Yong, who entered Taixue, was no longer as brisk as usual, and the expression on his face was even somewhat tragic.

This is not surprising, after all, Jian Yong's clothes often highlight his tranquility and leisure. The prince's students privately commented that Mr. Jian looked like a distinguished scholar.

But now Jian Yong is wearing a red and black official robe, a yellow ribbon with a copper seal, and an Erliang Jinxian crown. Although he has a different demeanor, Jian Yong is very uncomfortable with it.

But compared to that, what he was more worried about was what he had to face next.

Walking stiffly, Jian Yong, who was very familiar with Taixue, hardly had to find his way deliberately. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in front of a classroom.

After a year, Taixue is now very different from the state of having nothing last year.

However, with the implementation of the system of dividing subjects into three schools, there are more and more students, and the shortage of academic doctorates has become more and more serious.

In view of this situation, Kong Ming and Duke Xuande discussed and decided to promote those who had outstanding results in the previous imperial examinations to teaching assistants, and teach them textbooks separately, and study them together with the students.

In addition, Shiyuan, Xiaozhi, Zijing, Huang, etc. were asked to temporarily work for a year to take over the position of academic officers, so as to control the direction of teaching.

Jian Yong is now temporarily serving as the rhetorical officer of the Literary and Classics Department, and today is the day of his first lecture.

However, Jian Yong became nervous unconsciously when he thought about how he wanted to enlighten children and influence their lifelong learning path, and how he could talk and laugh with barbarian chiefs and make witty remarks to Qiang and Hu generals.

But Jian Yong has never been the temperament of a mother-in-law. He hesitated for only a few moments at the door of the classroom before suddenly pushing the door open and entering.

It's not that Jian Yong has never seen a child.

Living, dead, hungry, rich, crazy, stupid, silly, smart, smart, and lovable.

But he had never seen dozens of children sitting there neatly, with their backs straight and looking at him.

It is clear and flawless, full of ignorance and desire for reading, as bright as stars.

So Jian Yong suddenly remembered the deeper meaning of what Kong Ming said, "The Yan Han should be interested in learning."

But there was an unharmonious figure sitting among them.

He took off his general's armor and took off his wartime taupe. He wore elegant clothes and a crown, and his face was as graceful as a crown jade.

The man winked and smiled at Jian Yong, then started to say in a chaotic manner:

"The academic officer is staying well!"

So a group of children stood up in unison, cupped their hands or bowed:

"The academic officer is staying well!"

Then all Jian Yong's previous uneasiness faded away.

After briefly introducing himself to the students, Jian Yong went straight to the point:

"A certain person is an official in the field of rhetoric."

"In the Book of Documents, words have the meaning of litigation and are words of justice. Words are orders, orders from superiors to subordinates."

"The study of rhetoric means knowing the customs of hundreds of ethnic groups, knowing the sentiments of the people of the country, and adhering to the words of the Han Dynasty to guide the country to stabilize the world."

This is the teaching outline that Jian Yong spent a night carefully formulating, but it is obvious that he still overestimated these children:

"Xueguan, what is a lawsuit?"

"Xueguan, what is the custom?"

"Xueguan, can learning this rhetoric make life more stable?"

"Academic officer..."

Jian Yong waved his hand to signal the students to be quiet, and then decided on a new teaching method after thinking for a moment.

I saw him pointing at the tall and beautiful gentleman sitting behind and wearing a crown and saying:

"Why don't we let General Ma explain why the Qiang and Han are brothers?"

The name of the general immediately attracted the admiration and attention of the audience, so Ma Chao could only stand up with a smile and go to the front of the stage to teach this first rhetoric lesson with Jian Yong.

When half a day passed, Jian Yong said goodbye to Ma Chao, dragged his body back to the Imperial Academy's apartment, and threw himself on the couch.

Lu Su raised his head from the official documents and books, saw this and smiled:

"Xianhe's teaching, is it as expected?"

Jian Yong stared at the roof beams and replied numbly:

"Today I know that it was very difficult for me to have a father when I was young. Fortunately, I had Meng Qixiang to help me."

When Lu Su heard this, he punched his waist and asked curiously: "Ma Mengqi?"

Nodding, Jian Yong's head started to spin again, and his narrative gradually became fluent:

"The study of rhetoric is to open students' eyes to the world and to have a good mind for the world."

"Those who are good at diction can declare the majesty of the dynasty to all nations, and those who are good at diction can also pacify the barbarians and wild beasts in the Han territory so that they can absorb the Han customs, and gradually become no different from the Han children."

"As for Ma Mengqi, instead of saying that everyone in the world knows that his mother is a Qiang, the easiest way to quell people's ridicule is to make good use of the name Jin Ma Chao to make Han and Qiang indistinguishable."

"He came today to meet these students so that they would not look down upon the Qiang people."

Jian Yong spoke eloquently and made Lu Su nod:

"If you say so, then Ma Mengqi's actions are exactly what we want."

Jian Yong nodded: "That's right."

After a little chat, Jian Yong suddenly remembered something:

"As far as I know, Kongming taught water conservancy, Mrs. Huang taught engineering, Xiaozhi taught Taofu, and Zhang Shenyi taught medicine and Pang Shiyuan taught strategy."

"Then who taught us today's agricultural science?"

Lu Su buried his head again and was busy, and said in a low voice:

"I am Mr. Xuande."

"Mr. Xuande?!"

Jian Yong jumped up immediately after hearing this:

"What a pity if you can't witness this with your own eyes?"

"Zijing is going with me?"

Lu Su smiled and shook his head, pointing to the books and the like spread out on the table.

But Jian Yong didn't care about this, turned around and dragged Lu Su away:

"I can't finish my official duties today, so I'll just light up the lanterns in the evening. If I miss the scene of my lord's teaching, I really won't be able to see it."

Lu Su immediately laughed and laughed, but he couldn't resist Jian Yong's intention and could only follow it.

The two of them found out that Duke Xuande had changed the agricultural classroom to the fields in the south of the city, so they left Taixue and walked out of the city along the North and South Tianjie.

Along the way, I saw many people with relaxed expressions carrying tools and going out of the city in twos and threes to work on spring plowing. The smile on Lu Su's face deepened a little, but in the end it turned into a look of helplessness, and he whispered:

"If we can revitalize the people in Guanzhong, it will only take two years with the current situation. The people will be rich and the army will be strong, and Cao's thieves can be wiped out with ease. But..."

Jian Yong knew that what Lu Su was talking about was the plan to attack Cao Cao's thieves this year, so he was silent for a moment and then whispered:

"After all... the great epidemic mentioned by later generations in four years' time is too terrifying, and there is no way to tell Cao Cao about this matter. Therefore, the only way to prepare for the epidemic is to quickly level the world."

So the two of them sighed together. After all, the epidemic can be called the most terrible natural disaster today.

But today's trends are completely different from those of later generations. No one can tell whether this pandemic will happen again, or... whether it will happen earlier.

The academic uniforms of Lu Su and Jian Yong were quite conspicuous, so Zhang Junyi, who was lying on the wall and looking at the scenery out of boredom, could clearly see it and said loudly:

"Ma Youchang, two more people went to the south of the city. This is already the third group of people in official uniforms. What's going on in the south of the city?"

Leaning against the wall, Ma Su said lazily:

"As I said, it's because Duke Xuande is teaching agriculture to the prince's students in the south of the city."

"Why should I lie to you?"

"If you are really curious, you can clearly write down the distribution of Cao's army in Yuzhou, Hebei. Then you can ask Duke Chen Yu Xuande clearly, which is better than quarreling with me here."

So Zhang He stopped talking and turned to:

"Ma Youchang, have you gained some weight again?"

Ma Su was furious:

"If you don't want to, just don't want to. I'm just raw on the cheeks. Why do you have to humiliate me?"

Zhang He opened his mouth, looked at Ma Su's rounded cheeks, and had no choice but to shut up.

…

"Mr. Guanyin, have I lost some weight?"

Li Shimin measured the jade belt around his waist, feeling a little disappointed.

Empress Changsun gently hugged her husband from behind, and pinched his waist and abdomen teasingly, which made Li Shimin twist unconsciously.

"Your Majesty... although the clearness has been reduced by three points, in terms of military strength, it is still almost the same as ten years ago..."

When Li Shimin heard this, he immediately said with great interest:

"After the world was brought to peace, I often lamented that no one could defeat me. Now that I know how big the world is, why not personally conquer Liaodong? There is also the South Sea, which I need to see in my lifetime."

"I will hang the king of Goryeo in front of my eyes so that Chu Suiliang will remember his ugly appearance!"

Speaking of this, Li Shimin suddenly became a little angry when he thought of "Tang Taizong" kowtowing and begging for peace in the light curtain.

Empress Changsun didn't care much, and she didn't even listen to what Li Shimin said at this time.

She moved forward a little bit and whispered to her husband, "Your Majesty, tonight..."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room became a little more charming, an orange creature with some light lines on its body walked in with its head held high.

It didn't even look at the two people who were hugging each other and biting their ears. It jumped directly onto the couch and felt the rough touch under its paws, and stretched out comfortably:

It's time to sharpen your claws.

Then the charming atmosphere in the hall suddenly disappeared.

Li Shimin shouted: "My Gunfu!"

It was now November, and it was about to come to the time of offering sacrifices to heaven. Li Shimin thought about asking the queen to help advise whether the uniforms needed to be tightened, but he did not expect that he would be met with such a cruel attack.

Queen Changsun's quick eyesight and hands were about to reach out to catch her, and at the same time she scolded:

"Xianchan, come back!"

Unfortunately, the cat didn't even look at it. He ignored the orders of the Emperor and Empress of the Tang Dynasty. He easily jumped over Empress Changsun's hands and escaped through the gap in the transom without looking back.

After closing the air window fiercely, Li Shimin checked the uniform carefully and then breathed a sigh of relief:

Fortunately, there is a starting point, and it can be easily repaired, but it is inevitable to complain:

"I don't object to keeping a raccoon slave in the palace, but how can we not keep it in captivity? Fortunately, Gon is fine today. If this raccoon slave slips in during the imperial meeting, I'm afraid Wei Zheng will scold me again."

Empress Changsun looked at the threads on her uniform and said angrily:

"The imperial dynasty will be guarded by imperial guards, and when I leave, I need to pass on the news from generation to generation. How can I get there as a raccoon slave?"

"Your Majesty, why should you be angry with an animal?"

This is true. Li Shimin shook his head. If the maids and chamberlains were usually there, this cat would not sneak here...

So Li Shimin simply got down to business and said to the queen:

"The auxiliary machine wanted to apply for the post of Director of the Imperial College the day before yesterday."

Last time, Empress Sun, the Changsun of the Light Curtain, was also there. She was also very thoughtful and understood immediately:

"Your Majesty, you want to start learning the Song Dynasty system?"

"It's the New Year. It's time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. It's time to update the system of Imperial College."

"Tai Xue..." Queen Changsun was thinking as she lowered her head to find sewing tools, intending to repair the damage to the uniform.

It is the Imperial College, not the Imperial College. The secretary hired by my brother is from the fourth rank, and the entire Imperial College is only lower than the third rank from the wine sacrifice. From this point of view...

"It seems that Changsun Wuji didn't get what he wanted."

After being established as queen, she rarely called her brother in front of His Majesty. She was afraid that her few words would bias His Majesty's decision.

Li Shimin nodded nonchalantly, crossed his legs on the couch and looked at the busy queen's eyebrows carefully, and said:

"I leave it to Keming and Ma Zhou to handle the restructuring of Imperial College."

One is the prime minister and the other is the top scholar in the imperial examination. It is appropriate to do this. Empress Changsun also nodded:

"good."

Seeing that the air was thickening again, Li Shimin leaned forward and said, "Then tonight..."

Empress Changsun raised her head and glanced at her husband, then smiled and lowered her head to work again.

At the same time, Ma Zhou got off duty and left the nearest west gate of the imperial city.

Walking southward along the straight street under the Imperial City Wall, passing Buzhenfang and Yanshoufang, and following the flow of people through Guangdefang, the bustling Western Market suddenly appears in front of you.

The rude bargaining voice and the half-baked Tang Yayan flew together, and the aroma of mutton soup and the smell of squid blended into each other.

Camels and pack horses walked side by side on the road, and the Ban people and the Tang people became red-faced because of the dispute over money.

Ma Zhou went around in a familiar way, turned a few corners, and finally sat down on a bench. He knocked on the table in a very graceless manner and shouted:

"The store is still the same, a bowl of mutton soup without garlic, and half a pancake stuffed with mutton. If it's not crispy, I won't pay for it!"

Soon the mutton soup was served first, Ma Zhou took a sip, and then watched the chef at the store making cakes with his upper body bare.

The chopped and marinated mutton was picked up by the strong man and he quickly spread it on the cake. Then he spread a layer of black pepper on the pancake without stopping, and then added a layer of pancake, then covered the meat and black pepper, and so on. Two or three times, finally add some bread and puff pastry.

Not just one cake was prepared in this way, but several large cakes were put into the stove together, and then the cook vigorously pulled the exhaust air to make the flames in the stove even more intense, almost making people feel like they were burning.

Accompanying it was a scent that gradually became stronger and stronger. Finally, when the stove was turned on, the scent overwhelmed Ma Zhou's sanity like an overwhelming force.

"Half a piece of Hu Pancake, please use it if you please. Our store also has canned pears..."

Ma Zhou looked at Sun Yao Wang's advice and shook his head quickly, not wanting to take another look at the tempting can.

However, when he thought of King Sun Yao's control over His Majesty, and then sniffed the meat pie in front of him, Ma Zhou suddenly became a little intoxicated:

"Shouldn't this meat pie make His Majesty jealous?"

It’s not that the prosperous East Market cannot be afforded, but the West Market in front of us is more cost-effective.

No one here cares about Ma Zhou's rudeness, they only care about whether he can finish eating early to clear his seat.

However, Ma Zhou was not in a hurry today. He chewed his food slowly and carefully while raising his ears to carefully sift through the chatter around him.

In the West Market, which is full of ordinary people and Hu merchants, no one cares about eating or sleeping. Everyone naturally uses the information they know to serve their meals.

"...Qinghai Salt is a place to make a fortune..."

"No wonder a Hu businessman wants to buy land in Qinghai. Zhang Jiu, why don't you marry the daughter of this businessman?"

"Bah! If Naigong went to Qinghai to fight for his own life, would he marry a white ghost if his brain was plagued?"

"Shh! Don't let anyone hear it..."

Not interested, Ma Zhou moved in a different direction calmly.

"...Do you really want to change the Sixth School and the Second Hall?"

"Hu Laosan, how long has it been since you came to the market? Last year, the Saint changed the school of arithmetic to the school of arithmetic, and added an engineering course to the Imperial College. Now it is six schools and three schools."

Ma Zhou suddenly raised his eyebrows. Could it be that this person heard the news that he had released?

It's just right to go with meatloaf.