While Xie Wanquan was being dragged by Guan Qiu to visit various experiments in Zhang Garden and being baptized by all kinds of fantastic ideas, Zhu Er, the acting head of the hall, was absent-mindedly listening to the lectures in the Imperial College, wondering whether his elder brother, who had been so attentive to Zhang Shou recently, would really go in person to help with the move.
Thinking that he was distracted, he naturally ignored the content of Zhang Shou's lecture today. It was not until the end of the class at noon that he felt something hit his forehead. He raised his head hurriedly and looked around, but everyone else had left. Only Zhang Shou was looking at him with a smile on his face in the classroom, turning a brush in his hand.
At this moment, he immediately realized that he was distracted in class, and quickly showed a flattering smile to his future brother-in-law and teacher. But before he could rack his brains to explain, Zhang Shou just laughed at him.
"You were the one who volunteered to replace Zhang Chen as the head of the dormitory, but it's been almost two months and you still haven't convinced anyone. Do you think the people around you can't see that you're distracted? Most of them are laughing at you!" After knocking on Zhu Er's face for a few sentences, Zhang Shou said nonchalantly, "Let me tell you one thing. I won't be the one to set the questions for the class exam."
Zhu Er was shocked and opened his mouth wide, but before he could ask, Zhang Shou had already slowly told him the answer.
"In the past few months, during the morning classes, Xu Jiancheng from the Shengqian Hall would often hang around outside the Banshan Hall. He has attended most of the classes you have attended. So, I will let him come up with this question. He is a ruthless and impartial person, so no one will believe that he is partial, and there will be no one to complain about injustice."
At this point, he smiled at the dumbfounded Zhu Er and said, "So, taking advantage of the fact that the Banshan Hall branch incident and the shortage of housing in the Imperial College and the lack of space in the six halls are mixed together, it is impossible to get any results in a short time. If you want to do farming well, you'd better hurry up and don't drag it out. Okay, I'll go back to Zhang Garden during lunch break. If you have any questions, you can talk to Lu Sanlang."
When Zhu Er patted his head and looked around as if waking up from a dream, he found that Zhang Shou had disappeared. He could not help but scratching his hair - fortunately, even men had to apply hair oil and wear a hair crown when combing their hair these days, otherwise it would not be called unkempt, but would be called a bald head, so his two scratches did not damage his hairstyle.
"I am thinking of taking it step by step, and I am looking for an old farmer who has good land and a suitable personality."
You know, farmers who work all day long are often so frightened that they can't say a word when they see a young man like him; and those who are too talkative are often not good farmers; he even hopes that the old farmer he finally chooses can read, has read books, has some knowledge, and can recognize most seeds and plant at least 20 kinds of crops...
When the servant heard his request, he replied with a sad face: "Second Master, do you want to invite a gentleman or a farmer who can farm?"
It is said that scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans are the four major classes. If there is such a capable farmer, how could he be invited? He had long been recommended to the emperor by the government, and then praised as a farming expert! You know, since the reign of Emperor Taizu, it has become politically correct to praise farmers. Such people are treasures in all prefectures and counties, because after being sent to the capital, the emperor will personally examine them and even watch them farming!