In fact, he didn't go to Zhu Bai's territory to cause trouble. What on earth did he provoke this little King of Hell?
Ding Fu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was helped by the servants to stumble away.
Zhu Bai looked at their backs and felt extremely good: it felt so good to bully others.
He picked up the official hat on the ground and handed it to Wu Bozong.
Wu Bozong took the hat and gave Zhu Bai a great gift meticulously: "Thank you, Your Highness."
If it weren't for Zhu Bai, he would have suffered a lot today.
Zhu Bai also returned the courtesy politely: "Master Wu, there is no need to be polite. I am also temporarily itchy. However, I really appreciate Master Wu's insistence on principles. I hope Master Wu can always do this in the future."
Wu Bozong said: "Can I do anything for Your Highness? I never owe anyone a favor."
In fact, he was a little worried.
After all, Zhu Bai has a reputation as a scoundrel. I just helped him. Will I make any excessive demands on him?
Zhu Bai thought for a moment: "If you insist on repaying me, I suggest Master Chen teach more arithmetic, geography and law to the students in the Imperial College. I don't want the students taught by the Imperial College to be nerds."
Wu Bozong hesitated for a moment and replied: "This is a good thing, but the emperor..."
Zhu Bai smiled, said nothing more, and walked away with the others.
Wu Bozong stood on the bridge, watched Zhu Bai go away, and pondered: Although Zhu Bai does not abide by etiquette, his methods are always the most effective.
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After adding two more assistants, Chen Nanbin's Imperial College was officially opened.
After Wu Bozong arrived, he suggested to Chen Nanbin to teach arithmetic, geography and law.
Chen Nanbin waved his hand: "First learn the classics well. Don't learn useless ones."
When Zhu Bai heard what Wu Bozong said, he couldn't laugh or cry: This Chen Nanbin is really pedantic and rigid.
No wonder it was not until the end of the Ming Dynasty that for more than three hundred years, other science and engineering talents like Xu Xiake, Song Yingxing, Sun Yunqiu and Fang Zhi were produced.
As a science student, he found it incredible when he saw it before.
Unless this situation is reversed, the economy will not develop, and science and technology will not advance, he will not be comfortable either.
He thought for a moment and said to Wu Bozong: "Don't worry, wait until I find an opportunity to talk to the emperor."
When Zhu Bai had something to do, he went to the Imperial College to see if there was anyone the official office could use.
The poor scholars knew that Zhu Bai sponsored them, so they were all grateful and respectful to Zhu Bai.
When Zhu Bai went to the Imperial College, he realized that there were indeed scholars in the world who could not afford to eat and had no clothes to cover their bodies just to study.
In the deep winter, when the dripping water turns to ice, there are still people wearing only a thin jacket with lots of patches.
He frowned and stared at the man, thinking: Isn't he cold? Isn't he cold?
Fugui and the others didn't know what this "little king of hell" was thinking, and no one dared to remind Zhu Bai.
It was only when get out of class was over that Zhu Bai realized that he had been staring at the person for half an hour without realizing it.
When Zhu Bai came back, he found that the man had not come.
He tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked Chen Nanbin: "Master, isn't that man wearing only a jacket here?"
Chen Nanbin raised his head and squinted his eyes: "Oh, maybe he didn't come. My eyes are dim and I can't recognize so many people yet."
Zhu Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, he didn't remember the man's appearance. He only remembered that his clothes were very shabby.
Zhu Bai went to ask Wu Bozong again: "Master Wu, do you remember the man sitting there yesterday?"
Wu Bozong hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "He was probably embarrassed by His Highness and went to do odd jobs to earn money to buy clothes."
Zhu Bai frowned and thought about this: he could understand that he had no money to buy a house, rent a house, or see a doctor.
After all, buying or renting a house is a big one-time investment, but treating a disease is a bottomless pit.
According to the current price in Zhongcheng Market, it only costs fifty or sixty yuan to make a cotton coat, and it only takes two or three days to work as a part-time worker.
He can also understand if they are old, young, women and children.
However, as a young and strong labor force, as long as they are willing to work, how can they not have enough to eat and clothing to keep warm?
The Imperial College has only been open for a few days and some people are dropping out. The impact is too bad.
Everyone is imitating one another, but if they don't finish the imperial examination, there won't be many people left in the Imperial College.
He doesn't care whether anyone in the court uses it or not.
If everyone doesn't study, even the official bureau will not be able to select available people in the future, and it will have something to do with him.
He asked Wu Bozong: "Master, does he know where he lives?"
Wu Bozong: "Wei Chen remembers that his name seems to be Ouyang Lun, and he lives in Xicheng. The one whose address is registered in the name list will be turned over by Wei Chen to show to His Highness."
After Zhu Bai got Ouyang Lun's address, he didn't attend the lectures or choose anyone, so he took the people to Xicheng.
As soon as he left, both the student and the master breathed a sigh of relief.
This "little king of hell" is sitting here, even if he does nothing, it still makes them feel a lot of pressure.
Zhu Bai couldn't find anyone in Xicheng, so he thought about where this person could make money, so he returned to the Guanya Bureau.
Then I saw a familiar figure standing shivering in the yard of the bulk goods trading area of the Guanyu Bureau.
Because merchants here often need labor to move goods, some people often come here to find part-time jobs.
Tsk, you're not stupid at all. You even know how to come here to find work.
Zhu Bai was secretly amused and did not go there. He quietly stood aside to see what kind of job Ouyang Lun could find in the end.
A businessman came out and shouted in the hall: "It takes five people to carry grain, a bag of one hundred catties, five cents a bag."
Then a bunch of people rushed up.
Ouyang Lun didn't move.
Zhu Bai pursed his lips: One hundred pounds is a bit heavy. This guy's thin body probably won't be able to carry it.
Then another person came out: "It takes five people to carry dried fruits, a bag of fifty kilograms, and three pennies per bag."
Then more people came up.
Ouyang Lun still didn't move.
Zhu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly: Hey, what is this kid thinking about? He dislikes the lack of money?
The third merchant: "It takes three people to move cotton. A bag of ten kilograms costs two cents a bag."
Almost everyone in the yard ran up.
Ouyang Lun just stood there and pretended, but still couldn't pass.
By noon, everyone had dispersed.
Ouyang Lun didn't pick up any jobs.
Seeing that everyone had dispersed, he refused to leave and went to the house sales place again.
Zhu Bai asked people to set aside a special area on the property sales side for notices recruiting part-time workers. They did not charge any money and regarded it as a welfare for the people.
There are requirements posted on it.
Recruiting someone to clean the courtyard will cost you twenty cents a day, regardless of gender, and it will take three days.
It requires two skilled embroidery workers, male or female, who cost 30 cents per day, and one tailor, who costs 80 cents per day. It takes a month.
It requires two bearers, sixty cents per day, and three days.
There are all kinds of day jobs, both those that require skills and those that don't.
Ouyang Lunzai looked at each one carefully and showed no sign of it.
Zhu Bai laughed angrily: This boy looks talented, but he is just an embroidered pillow. He deserves to be unable to earn even a piece of cotton-padded clothes.
