Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 117: Brother, what I am going to talk about next is related to whether our Ming Dynasty will be stable in the future.
For Li Jin, the sand table was soft, and writing on it with branches was the same as writing with a brush. However, the writing method with the short chalk in his hand made him very uncomfortable for a while.

Li Jin raised his objections directly to Yang Xian.

You must know that while the teacher is writing in class, he is also teaching the skills of the brush.

Yang Xian naturally understood his worries, smiled, and said: "The biggest function of writing is to record, so there is no need to make such a hasty decision. Li Jin, how can you be sure that you will not invent new ones in the future?" The writing tool replaces the brush."

As Yang Xian spoke, he continued to write on the blackboard with the chalk in his hand.

"When facing novel things, you might as well be bold. It is through such bold attempts that we humans continue to make progress."

Li Jin raised his head and looked at the blackboard. The handwriting on the blackboard may not be up to the level of calligraphy masters, but every Chinese character has its own soul.

It can be seen that writing with this chalk, not to mention the most essential function of recording this text, even when it comes to beauty and cultivating sentiments, there is no problem at all.

The crooked way he wrote before was simply because he was not used to it for a while.

Li Jin glanced at Yang Xian's gesture of holding the chalk, thoughtfully, and tried again. This time the handwriting was much more beautiful.

"Students are taught." Li Jin bowed towards Yang Xian and made a big salute.

He is not a scholar who only knows how to read, otherwise he would not have thought of finding Yang Xian this time. He does not worship and blindly follow the classics of sages, and has a critical thinking ability that is rare in this era.

And this was one of the reasons why Yang Xian fell in love with him.

"Master Yang, what is this chalk made of?" Li Jin asked.

"Gypsum." Yang Xian clapped his hands and shook off the white powder on his hands. "After calcining the gypsum with fire, adding water, stirring, and then condensing into strips in the mold, it becomes the chalk in your hand."

Li Jin thought for a while and nodded to make it clear.

"Mr. Yang, was the professor who taught physics before?" Li Jin said with a confused look on his face. "Students only have some understanding of this, but it is far from the level where they can start teaching classes."

Yang Xian smiled and said: "Don't worry, you are mainly responsible for the management of the national primary school. You can also hold classes on arithmetic and Chinese studies on weekdays."

Yangzhou National Primary School has been established for some time.

Naturally, it is impossible for Yang Xian to be the only teacher. If it were the beginning, he could barely cope with it alone.

It is obviously impossible at today's scale.

In primary schools, there are people who are responsible for elementary school literacy, there are also people who are responsible for arithmetic, and there is even one who teaches the investigation of objects.

No matter what era you are in, as long as you have money, you can basically solve 90.00% of nine problems.

Yang Xian is now a famous figure in the court, and these scholars are proud to work under Yang Xian.

Therefore, Yang Xian asked Li Jin to come over, and he was more responsible for management, which was equivalent to the teaching director of the school in later generations.

Yang Xian, the principal, can completely step aside and start working on his rail train.

Beijing.

Although before leaving Yangzhou, Zhu Ping swore to Yang Xian that he would help him win the support of the court on building the train track.

But he still planned to state the matter to his eldest brother first, and then talk to Zhu Yuanzhang after getting Zhu Biao's confirmation.

The reason was not very troublesome. In fact, he was afraid of being reprimanded by Zhu Yuanzhang.

Among so many princes, he had been reprimanded the most by Zhu Yuanzhang since he was a child, and he was also the most afraid of Zhu Yuanzhang.

This is one of the reasons why in the original time and space, when he arrived in the fiefdom and lost the control of Lao Zhu and his elder brother, he immediately became lawless.

As soon as Zhu Xi thought of this, he put on a warm sweater and started walking towards the place where Prince Zhu Biao rested.

Prince's bedroom.

Zhu Biaozheng and Princess Chang Xia are gentle.

Since Yang Xian became the prefect of Yangzhou, he has been traveling to Yangzhou often in the past two years.

Previously, he left for several months for disaster relief.After returning to Beijing, Zhu Biao has been busy with political affairs.

They haven't been this gentle for a long time.

Zhu Biao looked at the Crown Princess, his eyes as warm as water, and he didn't see a trace of complaint in her eyes.

With a wife like this, what can a husband ask for?

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the house, interrupting their world.

"Prince, His Highness the Second Prince is asking to see you outside, saying that he has something important to discuss."

The person speaking outside the room was not a servant of the Prince's Mansion, but a woman.

"Second brother? If you have something important to do, you have to choose this time to see me."

"I don't know either, but it looks like it's an emergency."

inside the house.

"Your Highness, since my second brother is here so late, it must be a very important matter." Crown Princess Chang Xia said.

Zhu Biao looked at Chang Xia and kissed her on the forehead.

Then get up and get dressed.

Opening the door, standing at the door was his concubine Lu.

"Your Highness." Mrs. Lu saluted quickly when she saw Zhu Biao coming out.

Zhu Biao nodded and said, "It's cold at night, so you should go and rest early."

Mrs. Lu kept her saluting posture like this, watching the prince leave, then turned to look at the crown prince Chang Xia in the room, and also saluted her.

Inside and outside the house, the identities of the two people can actually be seen from the names they address Zhu Xi.

Chang Xia smiled and said: "It's cold outside at night, why don't my sister come in and sit down?"

Lu seemed to be waiting for these words. She said that she would listen to her sister in everything, and her steps started to move.

To be honest, she was very jealous of Chang Xia.

Chang Xia is not the only one staying alone in her boudoir these days, she does the same.

And she, Chang Xia, has a child with His Royal Highness.

The time when she married into the Prince's Mansion happened to be around the time when Yang Xian became the prefect of Yangzhou. Everyone else was newlyweds, and she didn't even have sex with Zhu Biao a few times.

Therefore, even though she cherished every opportunity to have sex and worked extremely hard every time, her stomach still failed to live up to expectations.

In ancient times, mothers were more valuable than their children.

This is especially true in the Imperial House.

When she looked at the Crown Princess Chang Xia in front of her, she became even more envious and jealous.

However, she hid her thoughts very well, and Chang Xia was a kind-hearted person, so on the surface, she looked like a sister.

When Zhu Biao came to the living room.

Zhu Xi stood in the huge living room and walked back and forth. When he saw his elder brother coming, he immediately walked up.

"Big brother!"

"Second brother, you're still not resting at this late hour. Is there something urgent you want to do with me?" Zhu Biao asked.

Zhu Xiang nodded, looking a little excited and said: "Brother, what I am going to talk about next is related to whether our Ming Dynasty will be stable in the future."

(End of this chapter)