"This place was originally in a good location. After the road was widened and we built three new streets next to it, the location became a bit remote. The original owner sold it and the current owner bought it.
Within a few months, it has become the top restaurant in Handan." Chulong said with a smile.
When they had nothing to do, he and Lin Xiangru often came here to drink and listen to interesting stories from everywhere, some of which would also inspire them.
Of course, it's more about just relaxing. After all, there's not much fun these days, and they can't play Cuju or anything like that at their age.
"The shopkeeper of this restaurant is a talented person." Yu Xin said, although it is a very simple thing, but it is not that simple to think of.
"He is indeed a talent." Zhao Kuo nodded and pointed at the storyteller standing in front of him. "But I am more interested in that storyteller."
Although the young man didn't know Zhao Kuo, he knew that Chulong was a senior official of Zhao State, but he didn't know the specific official position. Now, such a senior official was standing behind Zhao Kuo, with a smile on his face and a hint of compliment in his words.
, and was suddenly shocked.
"A few... distinguished guests, please come in quickly." The waiter said respectfully.
Zhao Kuo looked at the packed hall and waved his hand: "I won't go in."
The boy had his hands in front of him, his eyes were embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say.
"After this is over, invite this storyteller to the palace." Zhao Kuo said to Liu Ping.
"No." Liu Ping said, cupping his hands.
Looking at the people leaving, the young man opened his mouth and did not dare to say anything to persuade him to stay. He just leaned down and bowed: "I send you my best regards."
At such an age, the only person in the palace who ranks ahead of Chulong is King Zhao!
Back in the palace, my mother and others had finished their meal. In fact, as a monarch, you don't get to eat with your family very often. Most of the time, you eat alone in the study.
Zhao Kuo ordered the dining room to bring the food and chatted with Yu Xin and others while eating. He said that according to the procedure, the next step should be for the monarch to show his favor and invite the ministers to stay in the palace, and the two of them fell asleep together.
However, Zhao Kuo did not have the habit of sleeping with old men, let alone two of them, so Yu Xin and Chu Long were not left behind after dinner.
"Your Majesty, the storyteller is waiting outside the palace." Liu Ping said in time.
"Please come in." Zhao Kuo waved his hand.
"The common man Zhou Ye pays homage to the king."
Zhou Ye is more than seven feet tall, with a thin build, a sharp face, and a resolute complexion. The coarse linen clothes on his body have been washed and turned white, and even traces of sewing can be seen.
After entering the main hall, Zhou Ye did not look around, but only glanced at Zhao Kuo, then lowered his head, walked downstairs, and saluted in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
Even when he saw King Zhao, there was no flattery on his face.
In other words, if he didn't have this personality, he wouldn't be like this. This kind of scholar who is well-read in poetry and books can be a small official in any country.
"Sit down." Zhao Kuo pointed to the seat.
Zhou Ye was not polite and went straight to his seat and sat down. Although he didn't know why Zhao Kuo called him over, it was definitely not to kill him.
Since the intention is not to kill him, there is nothing to be afraid of...
"I wonder what the king is talking about when he summons the common people?" Zhou Ye said, cupping his hands.
"I heard Mr. telling stories in the restaurant and found it very interesting." Zhao Kuo said, although he didn't listen to a few words at all. "I would like to ask, did you hear these stories from others, or did you think of them yourself."
"Some of them were said by ordinary people in other places, and some were adapted by ordinary people based on what they heard." Zhou Ye said.
"It's like this. I would like to ask you, sir, to write some short stories to help my students from Zhao State read and write and improve their interest in learning..."
Next, Zhao Kuo talked about the construction of education and Handan College, including the college under construction in Hetao.
Colleges are easy to build, but textbooks are not easy to compile, especially basic education textbooks. During the Warring States Period, there were no Three-Character Classics, no disciple rules, and no hundred rules.
There is no thousand-character script for family surnames.
As for "Poetry", "Book", "Ritual", "Yi", "Music", "Spring and Autumn" and so on, although they are the teaching materials used by Confucius to teach his disciples, they are not suitable as basic teaching materials for children's enlightenment.
Hundreds of other schools of thought also have many works, but none of them are suitable as basic textbooks.
On the one hand, Zhao Kuo did not want his children to be exposed to the ideas of various schools of thought prematurely.
On the other hand, these works are too obscure and difficult to understand. The nobles teach the children of the clan basically one-on-one or one-on-one, and the teacher can take care of every student.
But once education is popularized, a teacher will have to deal with a dozen or even dozens of children. It is completely impossible to take care of everyone.
Teaching materials must be simplified to make it easier for teachers to teach and students to learn more easily, and to reduce the burden on both parties, in order to truly popularize education.
Today, Zhao Kuo saw Zhou Ye's storytelling and suddenly thought of this method. These stories can attract even adults, let alone children.
"A short story about educating students... Please consider it, Your Majesty, Rong Caomin." Zhou Ye looked excited, but did not agree immediately.
Once this is done, he will set a precedent for a generation, and there will be no problem in being famous throughout the ages.
Just imagine, all the students in the Zhao Kingdom will grow up reading only articles written by him. When they see him, they will have to pay at least half a teacher's courtesy and call him "sir" respectfully. Who can resist this temptation!
But if you don't do it well, it's very likely that it will be infamy for thousands of years.
Everyone wanted a piece of this cake, but King Zhao gave it to him, completely putting him on the fire. In addition, other people in the family looked down upon him, so it was strange not to arouse hatred.
"It's very simple. Just choose some famous people in history or in our current Zhao country, and adapt their deeds in a home-style way. When children see them, they will naturally follow their examples and study harder." Zhao Kuo
After signaling to Liu Ping, Liu Ping took out two articles and placed them in front of Zhou Ye.
One is about riding and shooting in Hufu, and the other is about Ximen Bao Zhiye. They are both written in common sayings, which are simple and easy to understand. Anyone who can read can understand them.
"The common people understand." Zhou Ye took a deep breath, made up his mind, stood up, walked to the center of the hall, bowed and bowed, "The common people will live up to the king's trust."
"Sir, please get up quickly." Zhao Kuo said.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to complete this matter by myself. I know a few family members. I wonder if I can invite them to come together?" Zhou Ye asked.
There are many descendants in his family who are as poor as him. They don't want to go with the world and flatter him, but they can't change the reality. They can only walk in the world and rely on words to express their feelings.
Fortunately, the State of Zhao continued to provide relief through work. When he was hungry, he would go to the construction site to eat, and occasionally he could still have two yuan left to exchange for a pair of shoes.
"No matter how many people there are, I welcome them all," Zhao Kuo said with a smile.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhou Ye leaned over and bowed again, extremely sincerely.