Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. But in the Imperial College, Zhang Shou, the Imperial College Doctor who previously managed the Jiuzhang Hall and Banshan Hall because of the emperor's golden words, was awarded the sixth-rank Hanlin Shijiang and the Zuo Zanshan of the Zhanshi Mansion for his meritorious service in catching thieves and deciphering secrets. He was still the Imperial College Doctor. This appointment was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves and caused an uproar.
Especially Xie Wanquan, the former head of the hall who had just returned to the Ruxing Hall in a low-key manner in the past few days, was even more ashamed and angry, but he could not use the trick of being sick to avoid trouble. Because of his previous "recuperation", the head of the hall had already belonged to someone else. It was not that Yang Yiming, the doctor of the Imperial College in charge of Ruxing Hall, did not help him, but that was the instruction of Zhou Xun, the chief of the Imperial College.
He had already suffered a huge loss in front of Zhang Shou from Rongshui Village because of being provoked. Now Zhang Shou was not only Ge Yong's last disciple, but also a master-level figure. He had no idea what the outcome of the game at the higher level would be, so how could he dare to act recklessly
The most ecstatic ones were of course the students of Jiuzhang Hall. Most of them came from poor families and were still a little unsure about their title of students. Now that their teacher Zhang Shou had suddenly been promoted to the sixth rank, everyone had more confidence in their future.
It was the noon break for the Imperial College, and even though most people were dizzy from the boring and repetitive work in the morning, everyone was very serious. Even Lu Sanlang didn't expect that the news of Zhang Shou's promotion would make more than 20 people rush over to continue the task after having a simple lunch.
At this moment, he stood on the podium with his hands folded, and for the first time he felt that being classmates with these people, who he initially thought were less receptive than himself, might not be so bad. Because just like him, who had been used to his father's cold eyes since childhood, each of them had a very clear purpose and was unwilling to give up even the slightest opportunity.
Therefore, when Zhang Shou appeared at the entrance of Jiuzhang Hall, he glanced at Qi Liang who was concentrating on calculating, and hurriedly walked forward, then whispered: "Looking at this progress, maybe they can get some results during the afternoon class. I transferred more than 20 copies of Thousand Character Classic. They marked numbers on each word first, and then checked them one by one, which made the speed much faster."
Zhang Shou nodded with satisfaction, and then instructed Lu Sanlang to collect the numbers corresponding to the poems that had been sorted out, and then copy the first three numbers of each poem on a piece of paper. Then, he took out another piece of paper, which was composed of 64 combinations of numbers corresponding to the twelve characters in the first three rings of the fourteen-ring text.
Just as Lu Sanlang said, by the time the afternoon class in Jiuzhang Hall came, the poems assigned to more than 20 people had been sorted out, and Zhang Shou had a thick stack of papers in his hands. He flipped through them casually, then raised his head and glanced at everyone.
"Everyone should have known about my promotion. Although it may sound a bit self-boasting coming from my own mouth, I have indeed made some small contributions in recent days. One of them is to decipher the secret letters sent by the rebels. Therefore, I have received such a task now, to decipher a fourteen-ring text lock."