Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chapter 115 Being a Model Teacher Comes from a Student's Brain Supplement!
People who are greedy for ink, the nine clans ransacked their homes.
He was still thinking about how to deal with Hu Weiyong and Zhu Biao, but after hearing Chu Ze's proposal, he couldn't help but look sideways at this guy.

He had heard about the killing of the Jiu Clan, but the Jiu Clan ransacked their homes.
"Those who participated in the rebellion must be committed an unforgivable capital crime. However, if those who corrupted the Mo court's finances were only the chief culprit, it would not be enough to punish them. After all, what happened this time was not just about being corrupted."

"Furthermore, it is impossible for him to be the only one who benefited from such a thing as greedy ink. Confiscating his nine clans directly can not only collect money, but also serve as a warning to future generations."

"If you have a relative who is an official in the court, then you'd better be careful! If you are willing to report him for being greedy for money, then the court will spare you the crime of ransacking your house. Otherwise, when the incident happens, you will have to follow along with him." suffer."

"What happened this time is just right to implement this point, especially now that the imperial court has increased the treatment of ministers and workers. In addition to daily expenses and some intangible consumption, ministers and workers can still have a lot of money left."

"In the past, they were greedy for ink. It can be said that they were forced to do nothing, but if they are still greedy now... then it is a crime worthy of death."

"However, population is an important resource of the empire, so in fact, in terms of the current situation, random killings should not occur, especially large-scale killings, which should not occur."

"It's a pity that these people died like this. Sending these people to farm will produce a lot of food."

"And the marriageable population should not be killed indiscriminately. After three generations of labor reform, the status of the descendants of the common people will be restored."

"While maintaining the population, it also brings extra income to the empire."

"Of course, I'm just offering an opinion. If you think it's appropriate, use it. If you don't, it doesn't matter."

Chu Ze's set of arguments is actually copying some modern things, and then adding some of his own understanding to the outside.

After Zhu Biao heard his proposal, the haze on his face gradually dissipated.

For some people, capital crimes cannot be pardoned, otherwise there will be no laws left in the future, and everything will be messed up.

But this time too many people were involved.

And many of these people are the founding heroes who were dragged into the bandit boat by Hu Weiyong.

The capital crime is not enough, after all, he did not participate in the conspiracy.

But guilt is there.

And what Chu Ze said now coincides with Zhu Biao's thoughts.

"Okay, I've accepted your suggestion. I will write a memorial and pass it on to my father."

"As for how to deal with it at that time. It depends on the situation. Although the criminal evidence is basically there, there is still a lack of a breaking point. It depends on when Hu Weiyong can no longer hold on."

"At that time, I have to discuss this matter with my fourth brother. All those who should be exiled will be sentenced to death. After that, I will ask my fourth brother to come forward to intercede, and change the responsibility of these people to exile and labor reform."

"In this way, some stability can also be added."

Zhu Biao did a good job in considering the details of this matter.

Even though the matter hadn't happened yet, he still considered everything that could be considered in detail.

The two young men, just drinking together on the edge of the lotus pond, have already finalized the future fate of many people.

Sometimes people are so amazing.

Obviously, they are all human beings. Some people can decide the lives of others with only a few words.

Maybe you will feel that this is unfair, but there is no fairness in this world.

"Teacher, teacher, you are here!"

"Teacher, are you going to teach us today? What are we going to learn today?"

While Chu Ze and Zhu Biao were chatting, two small voices suddenly sounded from the side path.

When he heard the teacher's call, Chu Ze's expression froze immediately.

"Xiongying, Old Twelve, you two, slow down, and be careful not to fall."

After hearing the voice of the little guy behind him, Zhu Biao also looked back.

When he saw Zhu Bo running towards this side with Zhu Xiongying, he couldn't help getting up to meet him.

"Hello, big brother!"

"Xiongying has met his father, please greet him!"

"How did you come here? Who told you we are here?"

Zhu Biao looked at the well-behaved Zhu Bo and his son.

He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the heads of the two little guys lovingly.

"It's Grandma Huang! Uncle Twelfth and I were just playing in Grandma Huang's bedroom. After Grandpa Huang came, Grandma Huang told us that the teacher came to father's place. Uncle Twelfth brought me here."

"Xiongying has met the teacher, and greets the teacher!"

"Zhu Bo has met the teacher, and greets the teacher!"

Seeing the two little guys who greeted Zhu Biao and ran to him to make peace, Chu Ze became a little flustered for a while.

The teapot that was originally raised in his hand did not know whether to put it down or continue pouring tea.

He seemed to remember that he said that next time he came, he would teach these two little guys a lesson.

But he doesn't seem to be ready for anything yet!
"Haha, you two look very happy today."

Looking at Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Bo who looked at him with innocent eyes.

Everyone has greeted themselves, and it seems inappropriate not to reply at this time.

So Chu Ze could only say haha ​​casually.

"Teacher, can we start class today?"

"Yes, yes, teacher, what are we learning today?"

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It can be said that this question directly stopped Chu Ze.

He hasn't prepared anything yet, class... what?
He has never been a teacher, so how can he do it.
"I'm afraid I can't give it to you today..."

Chu Ze just wanted to politely reject the two little guys, but looking at the clear and expectant eyes in their eyes, the words came to the point of his mouth, but he swallowed them back in the end.

"How about this, how about the teacher teach you how to use a pen first?"

"Using a pen? Teacher, are you going to teach us to write first?"

"This... Teacher, I already know how to write, so I don't need to learn this?"

When Chu Ze said that he wanted to teach them how to use pens, the expressions on Zhu Xiongying's and Zhu Bo's faces were completely different.

As the heirs of the royal family, the cultural lessons of the princes started very early.

Even though Zhu Bo is only less than ten years old, his handwriting is decent.

Even Zhu Xiongying's calligraphy is not bad.

So when Chu Ze mentioned that he wanted to teach them how to use a pen, the two little guys were a little disappointed.

In fact, what they wanted to learn from Chu Ze were some relatively novel things.

"Chu Ze, if you're not ready, it doesn't matter if you don't teach it for now, don't force it, we have a lot of things to do recently. Although the child is young, he will understand."

Zhu Biao at the side, when he heard that Chu Ze wanted to teach the two little guys how to write.

He couldn't help thinking of Chu Ze's calligraphy in his mind.

That word is written...

Chu Ze taught these two guys how to write, this is no nonsense.

"I'm teaching you to use a pen, not to teach you to write. There is a difference."

"His Royal Highness, help me prepare something, I think it will be used later."

For the misunderstanding of the three, Chu Ze did not explain too much.

His writing is actually not ugly, it's just that he hasn't practiced the brush, so he can't control it.

As for Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Bo in front of them, since they wanted to be his students, they naturally had to follow his habits.

Although the brush is an important carrier of Chinese cultural heritage, it is not even as good as a pencil in terms of convenience and practicality.

It's just that pencil writing can't be preserved for a long time, and pen Chuze can't do it...

Therefore, what Chu Ze is going to do today is a transitional product between the two: the quill pen.

"Before today's class starts, the teacher will first tell you about the origin of the pens we use."

"Brushes are an indispensable part of writing. The writing brushes we use today were originally made by Meng Tian, ​​a military strategist in Qin Dynasty!"

"From the Qin Dynasty to the present, there has been a cultural history of thousands of years. The brush can be said to have witnessed the rise and fall of history, which is of great significance."

"But sometimes, we have to ignore the gorgeous appearance and try to see the essence of things."

"The fundamental reason why Meng Tian invented the brush was simply because the brush is easier to write."

"And what we are going to do today is the same as what he did back then, for our convenience."

After the attendants of the East Palace prepared all the things Chu Ze needed, Chu Ze brought the two little guys to an empty courtyard.

And because Zhu Biao was somewhat worried, he simply asked his attendants to bring over all the documents he had to deal with.

He set up a parasol not far from where Chu Ze and the others were, and began to deal with things while watching Chu Ze teach the two little guys.

"Abandon the gorgeous appearance of things, and see the essence of things clearly?"

When Zhu Biao heard Chu Ze's words, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the memorial in front of him.

On Chu Ze's side, Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Bo could not help but express their thoughts after hearing Chu Ze's words.

At their age, they are at the time when their thinking is the purest and their thoughts are the most active.

Unconstrained style!

This word is used to describe them, is the most appropriate.

Children of a certain age are the easiest time to accept new things!
Of course, they are also the easiest time to generate their own ideas.

"The meaning of the teacher's words is to tell us not to talk nonsense and just get to the point, right?"

"Probably not, I think the teacher wants us to learn not to go round and round, and use the simplest way to solve the problem!"

"Is that so?"

"Hmm, it should be!"

While Chu Ze was checking the prepared tools to see if there was anything missing, Zhu Bo and Zhu Xiongying, the uncle and nephew, took the opportunity to exchange their thoughts.

However, their understanding basically had nothing to do with what Chu Ze said just now!

"Okay, everything is ready, let's start today's preparations first."

"Next, the teacher will teach you how to make quills. This step is very simple. First, choose stiff and thick feathers. Among them, the thickest feathers on the wings of large birds such as crows, white geese, or swans are all acceptable."

After checking and confirming that everything that should be prepared is ready, Chu Ze picked up a goose feather and displayed it in front of Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Bo.

It's just that what makes Chu Ze a little strange is that for some reason, he always feels that when he turns around, when the two little guys look at him again, their eyes become a little weird.

It seems that he admires himself quite a bit.

"The production of a quill is generally divided into three parts. The first step is degreasing and shaping. First remove the front end of the goose feather. This part is the scales and some flesh, which is a useless part."

"After it is removed, it is degreased. Put the front end of the goose feather into the heated sand, wait until it cools down, and then take it out."

While talking, Chu Ze handled the goose feather in his hand according to the steps he said.

Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Bo watched Chu Ze's movements with full attention.

For fear of missing any step.

While Chu Ze was waiting for the goose feathers to be heated and degreased, he also began to teach the two little guys how to handle the goose feathers in their hands.

Although Chu Ze had never been a teacher, he had helped his relatives take care of their children before.

Children of this age are at their most curious.

You take them to work together, no matter what they do, they can concentrate to a great extent.

After just a while, the degreasing work of the quill is considered complete.

After the goose feather is heated, the front end will become harder and more wear-resistant.

After that, it is to clean up the excess fluff and reach the point where it is convenient to hold.

Then use a knife to correct the tip of the nose and carve out an ink groove to facilitate the flow of ink.

Chu Ze was busily busy with his two children, while Zhu Biao, who was at the side, watched them busy, and couldn't help smiling.

From Zhu Biao's point of view, Chu Ze is helping to raise the child!

But looking at the smiles on the faces of Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Bo, Zhu Biao didn't say much.

It's just that in addition to handling official duties, I reach out from time to time to rub my shoulders that are a little stiff and aching after holding a pen and writing for a long time.

Because the brush is more ink-stained, it takes a little time for the written handwriting to dry completely.

And the sleeves of the ancients are relatively wide, not only to prevent the sleeves from getting dirty, but also to prevent the written words from being blurred.

When writing with a brush, you often have to raise your arms.

Over time, the shoulders will naturally become sore.

"Wow! We did it! We did it.."

"You can really write, and the written characters are so small, father! Come and see father, we made the pen ourselves!"

While Zhu Biao was handling government affairs, Chu Ze's work was also completed.

After the final adjustments were made, the first batch of quill pens in the Ming Dynasty was officially announced to be completed.

And when Zhu Xiongying's uncle and nephew looked at the thin silk handwriting they left on the paper, the two little ones who personally participated in the whole production process jumped up happily.

Although they don't understand what the three quills they made today represent.

However, at this moment, their small hearts were filled with a sense of accomplishment.

　Today's regular update to Chapter 2 is here, because of the pain in the hand, it is a bit late, sorry!
　　
　
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