Professor Feng naturally doesn't know what "late stage lazy cancer" is, and none of the students he teaches has ever talked nonsense to him in such a serious manner, and he still wonders in his heart whether this is really a strange disease that he has never heard of
"Is it because you can't be an official?"
There was a strange look in Li Mingzhu's eyes. As for Dong Zhifu, who had been standing beside him without speaking, his complexion began to turn dark.
The scholar in front of him is obviously not interested in fame and fame, and he doesn't want to be a small academic officer, so he fabricated this "stubborn disease of not being an official" to prevaricate Professor Feng, and Professor Feng actually believed it!
If Princess Yongle hadn't been present at this moment, the prefect Dong could not help reprimanding the unprogressive and depraved students under his command. If everyone is as tired of fame as he is, how can the country choose talents
"That's all. Since you are sick, you should take a good rest. We'll talk about it later." Professor Feng shook his head and said with a sigh.
Among the government schools, there have been students who have participated in the imperial examinations over the years. After repeated failures, the whole person becomes in a trance, and then becomes crazy. tearing apart...
Professor Feng has been an official for many years, and he has seen many such things, so he subconsciously attributed Li Yi to this type of person.
Fame is important, but if you sacrifice your life for fame, it is not worth it.
Hearing Professor Feng's words, Li Yi was slightly taken aback.
This lord actually believed it
At this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of guilt in his heart. It's really uneasy to deceive such an honest person...
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"I didn't expect such a strange disease to exist in the world. I'm so ignorant." Walking out of Ruyifang, after a long time, Professor Feng sighed, with deep regret in his tone.
"Do you really think he's telling the truth?" Dong Zhifu looked at him strangely and said.
The scene from just now reappeared in his mind, and Zhifu Dong had to admit that aside from Princess Yongle, after this incident, his impression of the scholar was even deeper.
"What does Prefect Dong mean?" Professor Feng looked at him with confusion.
A moment later, a man suddenly went berserk on the street, which attracted the attention of many people.
"This scorpion, how dare you deceive me!"
Professor Feng was furious. He has been in charge of the school for so many years. When all the students see him, which one is not respectful and polite. How have they ever encountered such a stubborn person
At this moment, Professor Feng was extremely skeptical, did he really write the "Disciple Regulations"
It is a great shame and humiliation for a dignified professor of government studies and a Jinshi background to be fooled by a scholar. Professor Feng showed annoyance on his face, rolled up his sleeves and was about to turn back, angrily said: "Hmph, such a stubborn person should An official who has seen too much is a rotten tree, and this official must make him repent!"
Over the years, he has taught countless students and encountered many stubborn people. For Li Yi, Professor Feng has a bit of obsession in his heart.
"That's all, I'm afraid he has no intention of fame at all. No matter how much you and I talk, it's just playing the piano to the cow." Dong Zhifu shook his head and stopped him in time.
Since the other party has no intention of being that school official, they can't force it, not to mention that there is still that person in the shop, so it's even more difficult to make Professor Feng meddlesome.
Professor Feng didn't know her identity, if he said something wrong and bumped into the princess, it would be bad.
Just when Professor Feng was furious, but he didn't want to disobey Zhifu Dong, and was extremely depressed, Li Yi sat lazily on a chair in the shop, with his legs crossed, drinking tea, leisurely to the extreme.
"Why don't you want to be that school officer?" Li Mingzhu held the saber to his chest, looked at him with interest and asked.
Ever since the imperial examination system came into existence, the reason why Wushu students study hard is not to be able to enroll in the gold list and win general official positions one day
Scholars who do not want to be officials are rare.
Li Yi curled his lips, swallowed a sip of tea, and said: "What's so good about being a low-level school official? There's no rank, and it's boring to be called around all day long...
If you want to be an official, at least you have to be a county magistrate, at least you can be a county lieutenant, but what is it to be a school official? "
If you want to gain a foothold in this world and not be bullied by others, you must know how to hug your thighs, but instead of hugging other people's thighs, it is better to be your own thigh.
You don't need to be a big official, even if it's a small county magistrate, at least you won't be bullied casually, right
As for the academic officer, he has never been in his consideration.
"A magistrate of a county is directly appointed by today's son. He is an official of the seventh rank, and he is selected among the Jinshi. If he wants to be a county magistrate, why not try his best to obtain fame? Even the county lieutenant of the eighth rank, most of them have You are a small talent, and you don't even have the qualifications to file with the Ministry of Officials, so naturally it is very unlikely that you will become one." Li Mingzhu looked at him and said lightly.
Li Yi didn't open his mouth this time, he just said casually, with his lazy temperament, if he really wanted to let him take care of things, I'm afraid it was interesting at first, but he would get bored after a long time.
"gone… "
The female catcher didn't ask any more questions, she drank up the small jar of wine, threw down two words lightly, and continued to go out to patrol the streets.
"County lieutenant..."
The moment she stepped out of the gate, the corner of her mouth curled up a little, and it disappeared in an instant.
Zhifu Yamen, Dong Zhifu who had just returned to the mansion, carefully read the memorial that had already been written several times, and sent it out quickly after checking that it was correct.
Based on the distance from Qing'an Mansion to Kyoto, it would take two days at the earliest, or three days at the slowest, and this memorial could be presented to the emperor's desk.
Enlightenment is no small matter, although as the magistrate, he can make decisions about all matters in the mansion, but if he really wants to implement the "Disciple Regulations" in Qing'an Mansion, he must first obtain the approval of the emperor.
Of course, before writing this memorial, he already knew that this matter was just a process.
The "Disciple Regulations" are indeed of great benefit to children's education. Today's people are not pedantic and conservative. If there is no accident, in a few days, there will be good news from the capital.
At the same time, on the other side of Fucheng, the female catcher quickly stepped into a certain exquisite courtyard, and a female officer greeted her from afar.
"Princess… "
Not long after, someone came out of the other courtyard and sent a letter to the post station.
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Although the store in the Wangfu has also opened, due to the out-of-stock a few days ago, the Ruyilu is still in short supply. Just after noon, the Ruyilu in the shop is sold out again.
It was a bit boring to stay in the shop, so I left a few girls to look after the shop, of course Lao Fang had to keep it too, and Li Yi walked out of the shop slowly by himself.
"Uncle, where are you going?" Lao Fang raised his head and asked.
"Go back to the village and eat hot pot..."
He replied lazily, and walked towards the direction of the nearby car dealership.
"hot pot… "
Lao Fang was stunned for a moment, and wiped his saliva a little emotionally. Although he didn't know what this "hot pot" was, every time my uncle mentioned the word "eat", he couldn't help but salivate.