Jia Cong told the little saint to sell his title, and the white-bearded monk suddenly became angry: "Nonsense! Your great-grandfather and grandfather worked hard to get your title, so how can you buy and sell it?"
Jia Cong said casually: "Oh, let's do that. It's not wrong to exchange credit for a title. The little saint is short of food and clothing, so if he donates some money to his ministers, it can be regarded as meritorious service."
The monk said: "That is the duty of a minister."
"Forget it. It doesn't even have the benefit of having an idea in vain, so anyone can give him money for nothing."
The monk choked.
Jia Cong said: "Today's King Yan is different from the old Cao Cao. King Yan was originally the son of the late emperor and the brother of the Supreme Emperor, but the little saint was not established by the Supreme Emperor. Cao Cao had to pretend to leave a few veterans for Liu Xieluo in order to show off.
, because Liu Xie's reputation is upright. But compared with the King of Yan, the little saint is only half a pound, and no one is orthodox. In the same way, there is no need for ordinary ministers to pay tribute to him. If he doesn't give him ideas and benefits in exchange, why should they pay him in vain?
?Besides, it’s not like anyone would buy a title and sell it. Our family is originally the descendant of Duke Rongguo. Let’s renew the cup...well, renewing the title is no problem. The rebellious ministers and traitors won’t sell it to them. If I’m afraid of him
The children are not sensible, please ask the Empress Dowager to help check them."
The monk waved his hand and said: "You don't know. The little saint is young. This matter has just begun. In the first few years, he will weigh it a few times. After a few years, he will taste the sweetness and gradually become confused. The Queen Mother will live a long life.
If you are old, you will leave one day."
Jia Cong smiled and said: "You are too worried, old man. Isn't there still King Yan here? King Yan is so temperamental that he is willing to let him mess around? Besides, if a wealthy businessman in Suzhou wants to buy a title for nothing, he will definitely have to pay a lot.
A lot of money, right? Will King Yan allow the little saint to have so much money? If King Yan sells his title, will the other princes agree? The advantage of equal distribution in the world is that there are many constraints, and no one dares to mess around.
Those who are attacked by a group will die first."
"Hiss..." The monk let him go around him, and after a while he said, "It does make some sense."
Jia Cong said proudly: "Am I smarter than Sister Lin?"
The monk glanced at him: "You are too out-tempered to be able to learn military skills."
Jia Cong shrugged and said: "I don't want to learn it either. I am just a staff member and cannot be responsible for commanding thousands of armies."
The monk hummed: "You still have some self-awareness."
Jia Cong whistled and asked casually: "Speaking of which, did those little wives of the former Emperor become nuns?"
The monk said: "That's why this matter is so troublesome. The emperor's life and death are uncertain, and none of his concubines can leave the palace."
Jia Cong looked at him sideways and said: "In addition to the seventy-two concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards, there are also the aunts and eunuchs who serve these women. No matter how the population is reduced, there will still be so many, right. Therefore, the expenses in the palace are still very high.
, right." The monk nodded. Jia Cong said, "My idea is to let all these aunts out of the palace and find someone to marry as soon as possible. There are too many men who can't marry wives. They are so palace-like.
As long as those who go out are not too picky, there will definitely be someone rushing to marry them. No matter what rank the concubines are, they will all become Taoist nuns. When the emperor returns, they will return to secular life. There is no need to support them in Taoist temples. Of course, pilgrims will pay for it.
And they also have to do ordinary work themselves. Wouldn't it be good to exercise? There are only four kinds of masters in the palace: the empress dowager, the underage princesses, the little saints, and their biological mothers. The eunuchs stay in the palace to clean and clean.
, A palace of this size must have someone to look after it. This way, you can save a lot of money. The little saint can probably support these people by selling a few titles." Nai sighed, "Prince Yan is quite conscientious.
, if it were anyone else, this palace might be what it would be like."
The monk was stunned for a moment, a wry smile flashed across his face, and he shook his head and said, "That's all. What school did you say you were going to?"
Jia Cong stood up with an "ouch" and said, "Hurry up, or get out of class will be over." He stood up and walked out. The monk glanced at the door and then at the window, and then walked away. Naturally, no one was eavesdropping outside the door. Gong and Bai were still sitting in their original seats discussing matters.
Jia Cong and the white-bearded monk left the magistrate's office. They did not ride horses, but waited for buses and carriages by the roadside. The monk smiled and said, "Is this your idea?"
"This is an idea from the Western Germans." Jia Cong said, "I copied it. The world is so big, we have to select its essence and learn from it. Stones from other mountains can attack jade."
The monk nodded: "You are indeed a prime minister in a prosperous age."
Jia Cong shook his head and said: "When I meet a wise king, I will be the prime minister of the prosperous age. When I meet a faint king, I will definitely be a rich man in the green forest."
The monk glared at him, with a hint of smile in his eyes. Jia Cong had seen this look too many times. Their elders, starting from Jia She, Lin Hai, Gong Sanyi, had always glared at him like this, and he quickly replied with a cute expression.
Cute silly smile.
The two of them first went to a primary school, and there they met a group of lively little boys and girls taking physical education classes and running relay races on the track. The monk asked: "Why are boys and girls together?"
Jia Cong said: "They are still young now. When they go to middle school, we will see. Some schools are divided into boys and girls, and some are not." The monk glanced at him, and Jia Cong spread his hands, "Separating boys and girls means there are two sides.
It’s very expensive to approve schools and two batches of gentlemen!”
The monk asked: "Is it just a defense between men and women?"
"The defense of men and women is just something that officials are particular about. How many ordinary people have you seen who are particular about it? Girls should go to the fields to farm, and those who should go to the streets to sell vegetables."
The monk thought for a while and had nothing to say, so the two of them walked around the school. When the monk looked at the classroom, he was shocked: "Are those glass?"
"Well, glass windows. Glass bought from the West." Jia Cong said, "For the sake of brightness in the classroom. No matter how hard it is, we can't hurt the children, no matter how poor we are, we can't deprive education. These little things are the future of our motherland -"
He expressed his feelings hypocritically for a long time. Although the monk didn't quite understand, he nodded repeatedly: "It's hard for you to let go."
Jia Cong said with a smile: "After all, it was my father who paid for it. Just because he is so generous, can he be enough to have more princes?" The monk glared at him again. Jia Cong was shameless, took the monk's arm, and half-moved.
He dragged her to the principal's office.
The principal recognized Jia Cong and stood up quickly: "Why are you free today?"
Jia Cong pointed at the monk and said, "I'm here to show off to this master. We have many smart children."
The principal took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and said, "I'm afraid you two have to wait a little longer. There's still half an hour before get out of class ends."
"Nothing."
Jia Cong then sat across from the principal and chatted, talking about topics such as how to discover children's potential. Those who are good at building blocks will do construction in the future, and those who are good at playing cards will learn management in the future. The monk couldn't get in the conversation and just listened silently.
After school, the husband brought in a few children. Jia Cong just played with these children and made them talk. Then he took out a maze problem for them. The children gathered together and chatted for a while before drawing it.
The answer came. Jia Cong proudly waved the answer towards the white-bearded monk. The monk was dumbfounded.
When he returned that day, the monk wrote a letter and asked Jia's horse dealer to send it back to the capital. The letter was packed and shipped out of the city that night. The journey was uneventful, and it wasn't until they left Fujian that someone opened it, copied it, encoded it in code and sent it back to Chengtian Mansion.
This letter contained Jia Cong’s bad idea of sending the crown prince’s concubine to become a monk. Jia Cong was overjoyed and thought about it for a moment. Without discussing it with Lin Daiyu, Gong Kun and others, he quietly asked Chen Ruijin to help him write a coded urgent letter to Liu in Beijing.
Xianglian and Chen Ruijin frowned after hearing this and seriously wrote it for him.
In the next few days, Jia Cong accompanied the white-bearded monk in various schools in Chengtian Mansion. He saw many top students and also chatted with ordinary children he met in the school. That day, Jia Cong just coaxed a little kid to be happy.
After running away, the monk looked at him for a long time and asked: "Where did you learn these words?"
"I want to tell you that it's in the movie." Jia Cong stretched, "But how to explain the movie?"
The monk thought to himself: "I am afraid that I have underestimated you. You have some ability to become a teacher."
Jia Cong waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No. I don't have the patience to teach children for a long time. I can only mention a few words and pour chicken soup for the soul. But I know that the talents you are born with will be useful. For example, the guy just now is more literate than his classmates.
He is slow, and his arithmetic is not as good as others, but the puppy he drew casually with a tree branch is very vivid. Why should such a child force others to take the imperial examination? Wouldn't it be great to be a painter? There is also the one we met in Ninth Middle School yesterday. Look.
It seems that nothing can be accomplished, but this child is very patient. Patience is also a gift. I didn't have this in my previous life! He can do many things in the future." He looked at the monk and asked, "Uncle Master, are these children smart?"
The monk said: "There are indeed a few smart ones. The smartest one is the kid who guessed where we ate and what we ate. He just lacks some courage. It doesn't matter. You can practice."
Jia Cong hurriedly said: "I can't give that to you! That's our Lord Dong Ming's only son. We abducted him from Zhangzhou with great effort. And he likes his father's style and can be a president in the future.
Capture the head.”
The monk glared at him and said, "Where's the one who drew the map of the West casually? This kid is born with a commanding air, a bit like your grandfather."
"My grand uncle!" Jia Cong drooped the corner of his mouth, "Why do you always fall in love with such a child? Aren't ordinary children very smart? That is our little Yang An, the future great pirate! He fights
He grew up on a ship at sea, traveled to the West more than once, and has seen much more of the world than I did. We are a child who is proficient in foreign countries. If you want to teach him, move to Chengtian Mansion, otherwise there is no way."
The monk lowered his face and said angrily: "This won't work, and that won't work either! The poor monk will take Lin Yatou back."
Jia Cong curled his lips and said: "You are an old monk and an elder, can you please speak some truth? Haven't you seen it these days? The world outside is changing very fast, and new news comes out every day. Dong Yu and Yang An are coming.
We are all information-based talents, and we must not be locked up in the temple, otherwise we will fall behind when we come out."
The monk said: "Your Jia Meng is not bad, and he is your grandfather's great-grandson."
"Don't try to trick him!" Jia Cong said quickly, "My father will force me to use Western fire and cannon to destroy the environment of your plum forest! Those plum trees are such a pity. Who did you offend whom?"
The monk said angrily: "How dare he!"
"He definitely dares!" Jia Cong said, "Although it is of great benefit to learn from you, I don't care about it! Why don't you choose an ordinary disciple? They are willing to endure hardship. If one is not enough, a few more will do.
Ah! Meng'er has made our whole family lively and willful, and we don't have any determination at all, okay?"
The monk glanced at him: "I don't want Jia Meng, I just want to test you."
Jia Cong breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "Amitabha, you are so free."
The monk said coldly: "You kid really don't take this poor monk seriously."
Jia Cong said: "That's reasonable! You always want to abduct my nephew; my father is such a biological grandson, so you can't kill him."
The monk said with a straight face: "Don't you want your grandfather to inherit his talent?"
Jia Cong also said with a straight face: "He can inherit my grandfather's Y chromosome."
The monk said: "Don't you look down on my ability?"
"How is that possible!" Jia Cong cried out, "Your ability is also my grandfather's ability! I admire my grandfather the most, okay? But Sister Lin said last time that it would take ten years to learn skills from you!" Jia Cong took it casually.
Zhizi drew a hand-drawn version of the world map, "Look, this is the whole world. We only have this little map, and the maps of other countries are changing every day. Uncle Master, these children have to learn too much."
There are too many! I can’t just learn your craft." He looked at the monk aggrievedly and said, "You are always unwilling to come here."
A trace of hesitation flashed in the monk's eyes, and he said: "The poor monk had vowed not to leave the temple in his early years, but this time he came out, he still coaxed the little saint to open his mouth."
"Well, you are bound by your oath to stay in old age." Jia Cong said with a sly smile, "It's like the Great Sage is being suppressed by the Five Elements Mountain." The monk recited the Buddha's name. Jia Cong leaned over and said,
"Then you can coax him one more time and let him free you!"
The monk said: "The poor monk is used to it in the temple." Jia Cong saw that he didn't look like a fake, so he left it alone.
In the evening, after the two returned home, Jia Cong sat in his room and called for tea. Chen Ruijin jumped out of nowhere and said to him: "Be careful about that uncle of yours."
"ah?"
Chen Ruijin said: "Just now after you refused to give him three people in a row, he looked at you from behind and looked very apologetic."
Jia Cong was stunned, then nodded and said, "I understand. I'll send someone to keep a close eye on the three children."
Chen Ruijin shook his head and said, "It's not them, it's you."
Jia Cong blinked: "What do I have to worry about? My sister is here, right?" Chen Ruijin rolled his eyes at him and left.
On the other end, pigeons were faster than horses, and Liu Xianglian received the secret letter before the white-bearded monk. When he decoded the code in the letter, he was shocked and handed it to Qin Keqing. Qin Keqing frowned at first, then smiled and said: "
This is a great idea."
Liu Xianglian also smiled and said: "I haven't made such a big move in a long time."
After a few days, the palace indeed released many maids and aunts, and all the concubines were sent to the Qingyun Temple on the outskirts of the city to become a monk. These women were all just like ordinary Taoist nuns. They wore linen clothes and rough shoes, and got up early to carry water and chop firewood.
, do their homework. At first they complained because no one cared for them, but gradually they became honest.
However, it was dark and windy that day, and the entire Qingyun Temple was sound asleep. The next morning when all the Taoist nuns got up and took a look, all the concubines and nuns were gone! Only a box of rouge was left on the confession table in Sanqing Hall.
, a sign was pressed under it, a hat was drawn on it, a chicken feather was stuck on the hat, and two poems were written: "In the old days, the swallows in front of the palace hall flew into the homes of ordinary people." The signature was: "Robin Hood the Thief."
Zhao Cheng from the Wucheng Military and Horse Department rushed over immediately. When he saw the painting and the handwriting, he felt worried: There were two Robin Hoods in the capital, and it was obvious that the one at the back copied the one at the front. This one is different from the first two.