After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 227 Countermeasures
"Do you have any countermeasures, sir?"

The courtiers looked at each other with their heads down. What should they do? Give out more money?
Your Majesty is now fighting outside, spending money like water. Even if you have confiscated countless amounts of money from the homes of corrupt officials, you should not spend it like this.

Women are just women. No matter how smart they are, they still lack long-term vision.

But no one dared to say this.

"Ok?"

A gentle "hmm" was like a heavy hammer hitting the courtier's heart.

The Minister of Revenue stepped out and said, "Your Majesty, it is now the spring ploughing season. The court can allocate funds for house repairs and spring planting seeds, which can not only ensure the people's safe housing but also ensure the autumn harvest."

Immediately, someone behind him began to agree, "I second the motion."

Rong Peilan couldn't see the expressions of the people below through the curtain.

"Is it just Lord Yan who said this?"

It was still the young man at the end of the team, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

"explain."

He pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, most of the people are ordinary people who cannot read or write."

"All they know is to work from sunrise to sunset and rely on their hard work to provide adequate food and clothing for their families."

"If it is a natural disaster or a disaster, the imperial court will provide assistance to tide over the difficulties."

"But now there is no disaster. If the court continues to distribute money and grain, it will only breed pests, and then no one will work hard, and the autumn harvest will be greatly affected."

Rong Peilan nodded. The longer she sat there, the clearer it became to her that people from different families had different ideas and were suitable for different official positions.

Students from poor families truly understand the sufferings and practical difficulties of the people.

Children of aristocratic families often study the books of sages, mostly historical texts, and learn the experience of governing a country from their predecessors.

One is suitable for practical matters, the other is suitable for selecting talented people for positions of power.

They do not share common interests, which can easily lead to division into two factions, with one feeling that one's virtue does not match one's position, and the other feeling that one's position does not match one's virtue.

When he first ascended the throne, Ji Yunzhang and Rong Peilan were worried that this would lead to new factional struggles in the court.

Now Rong Peilan feels that appropriate competition and checks and balances are the only way for the healthy development of the court.

Otherwise, if the people below are in collusion with each other, how can she know the true sentiments of the people?

Rong Peilan looked at the young man below and couldn't remember his name for a moment.

"This lord is right. What's your name?"

"Your Highness, this is Fan Pei."

"I'll remember this, Master Fan."

"We need to work out a plan for this matter as soon as possible, and have a plan for tomorrow's morning court session. Otherwise, you, Lord Yan, don't have to wear this hat anymore."

The Minister of Finance immediately lowered his head, sweating on his back, "Yes..."

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The Imperial College was restructured and the Imperial College, the School of Mathematics, the School of Law, and the School of Medicine were established.

The students enrolled are all selected from various state schools.

Those who pass the selection examination can serve as officials in the court.

Pick one from a million, choose the best.

This is one of the paths for scholars.

What remains is ten years of hard study and the four-year imperial examination.

Abandoned.

Rong Lingkuan had no official position. He was conscripted by his sister and brother-in-law to work as a laborer for a period of time. After the court was running normally, he retired after achieving his goal.

The first batch of students selected from the state school are already sitting in the school.

The school was still short of a PhD in mathematics, and Rong Lingkuan, who often used this as an excuse, was again conscripted by his uncle.

Rong Lingkuan's school life was not an ordinary one.

Children generally begin their enlightenment at the age of two or three.

But he didn't go to his uncle's house until he was three years old and didn't start his education until he was four.

He studied at the Imperial Academy for three years and was taken to the Imperial Academy by his uncle when he was seven years old.

When his sister was nine years old, she got married. When he was ten years old, before his sister and brother-in-law went to the battlefield, their husband moved their family to Jinpeng, and he followed them to Jinpeng.

At the age of eleven, he studied under the famous teacher Mr. Zhang Shun in Jinpeng.

At the age of fourteen, he arrived in Zhaofeng again, but there was no suitable teacher for him there. After much investigation, he packed his bags and went to Ningzhou to study.

He spent six years in Ningzhou during his youth.

The gentleman said that he was born in the wrong era, otherwise he would have been the youngest top scholar.

He once wanted to give it a try, but with the war and chaos.

He gradually put these thoughts to rest.

After many twists and turns, he now works as a temporary teacher in the Imperial College.

There are not many students studying mathematics, only about a dozen.

They look about the same age as him. These students have studied in the Imperial College for seven years. As long as they perform well in the exams, they can become officials. Among them, only one is picked out of a hundred.

However, he could still continue to take the imperial examinations, which meant he had enough room for retreat.

When Rong Lingkuan walked in, they were still talking in a low voice.

The moment I saw him, there was a moment of silence, and then I started to communicate again.

One of them even waved at him, "Brother, there's still room here, come quickly!"

Rong Lingkuan walked silently to that seat and sat down.

Listening quietly to the conversation in the front and back seats.

"What on earth is this arithmetic learning?"

"I heard that except for medicine, all other places are assigned according to ranking."

"I heard that most people who study medicine are apprentices in medical clinics. They have read books for a few days, but when they heard about this opportunity to study, they came to take advantage of it."

"Medicine? It's all about serving others. If you're not poor, who would want to learn it?"

Rong Lingkuan crossed his arms, and roughly knew the identities of these people.

Only wealthy families or local officials can afford to send their children to better private schools, or even hire famous teachers.

Therefore, among this group of students, there are still few students from poor families.

It is not enough to just reform the Imperial College system; promoting official education is still the top priority.

The people around him saw that he didn't say anything, "Brother, where are you from?"

Rong Lingkuan thought for a moment and said, "Fengyang." Although he had never been there.

The person who just waved at him said, "It seems that there are no people from Yanjing in our group."

The person in front turned around and snorted, "There's a guy from Yanjing living next door to me. His nose is so high up in the air. What's wrong with my local area? His father's rank is not as high as my eldest brother's."

This time, the discussion became louder.

Perhaps the noise was too loud, Xie Qingde appeared at the door with a fierce look on his face.

The students did not know Rong Lingkuan, but they all knew the Lord Jijiu.

The noisy classroom suddenly became silent.

Xie Qingde immediately spotted Rong Lingkuan sitting among the students and asked, "Why aren't you in class yet?"

"Sir, you haven't..."

Come.

The student who took over the conversation had not yet finished his sentence when he saw Rong Lingkuan stand up out of the corner of his eye.

He had just said in his heart, "Brother is so brave," when he saw him speak.

"It's the first day and we don't know each other yet. Let's get to know the students first and then start the class."

Xie Qingde looked at the dumbfounded students and the smiling Rong Lingkuan.

Throw away a sentence, "Don't waste time."

Then he turned and left.

(End of this chapter)