Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 423 Jasmine's Work

Wang Ci couldn't refuse, thinking that no matter what the Kun thieves were trying to do, it would always be good for the family.Then he got up and said: "The students thank you for them here." After saying that, he bowed deeply.

"Hehe, you're welcome." Seeing his softening attitude, Xiong Buyou thought to himself that the plan was [-] to [-] percent sure.Of course, the final result will not be affected by whether the acid is willing or not, but with his participation, things will go smoothly.The matter of winning over indigenous intellectuals should be assisted by the teaching staff in his county.

The executive committee didn't pay much attention to indigenous intellectuals—their own knowledge structure and system far surpassed any scientists in this time and space, no matter whether they were Chinese or foreign.These small intellectuals who only know a few books and five classics, in the eyes of the traversers, the greatest value is their ability to read and write.

But over time, the executive committee's views on indigenous intellectuals have changed to a certain extent due to the continuous feedback of social information collected in the work.After all, no matter how impoverished the intellectuals are, in theory, they are the ones with knowledge, and they are also the reserve army of the bureaucracy.Therefore, they still enjoy considerable status and prestige in society.

In this way, indigenous intellectuals have risen from available manpower to a class that needs to be recruited.In an ancient society where knowledge was scarce and illiteracy was extremely high, educated people not only had the right to speak, but also the power to judge right from wrong.The attitude and orientation of this group of people can affect many ordinary people.

In addition, from the incomplete list of students and children they collected, it can be seen that, except for some poor scholars from small households, many scholars are actually the children of gentry and landlords.Being able to win over them is tantamount to winning over the local gentry class in disguise.

Therefore, the Foreign Business Committee began to launch a special project to win over scholars from all over the county - the work code-named "Molixuan".In addition to students, recruiters, and Jinshi, Tongsheng without fame is also included in the plan.

After a period of investigation and research, the Foreign Business Committee has roughly grasped the cultural situation of the entire Lingao.

Overall, the level is extremely low.

Of course, this extremely low level is based on the general environment of the Ming Dynasty. From the perspective of Hainan Island, the cultural construction of Lingao is still among the best in Qiongzhou Prefecture.After all, Lingao is also a thousand-year-old county, so there is always some accumulation.

However, due to the sparse population, the proportion of scholars in the county is also low.There are about 30 students in the county who have registered in the county school, and there are about 70 to [-] children who have taken the county examination.

There is a quota for the number of students in a county.The most valuable ones are of course the granary students. There are six buckets of rice to receive each month, generally thirty in large counties and twenty in small counties.There are twenty students in Lingao.In addition to lin students, there are extra places such as extra students and epiphytes, but there is no subsidy. There are many such people in areas where the literary style is very prosperous, but there are only a few dozen or so people in Lingao.

The county is struggling financially, and there is almost no income from the school fields. Even the granary students have not been able to get rice for many years, let alone others.Of course, there are quite a few scholars from well-to-do families who don't care about money and rice, but for the poorer people, life is very difficult.

After getting a general grasp of the situation, it happened that Wang Ci asked Tiandihui to help plant the school field. The Foreign Business Committee felt that this was an excellent opportunity to get involved in the education of Lingao.

Xiong Buyou stood up, turned around in the hall, looked at the barren situation in the courtyard from the corridor, shook his head and said, "I never imagined that the Confucian Temple in this county is so deserted!"

Wang Ci blushed: "It's always the students' incompetence..."

"I can't blame you for this," Xiong Buyou said carelessly, "the county has not given you a penny or a grain of rice in the past few years. It is not easy to support to this point. For Lingao's culture, Wang The instruction really deserves to work hard and devote oneself to death."

When these words came out of Kun thief's mouth, Wang Ci's eyes almost turned red.

Goodness see you!He thought, I went to Lingao, a small county in the south of the border, to work as a teacher, and I ran around every day. I thought of everything I could think of, looking for gentry to collect donations, and several pairs of shoes were broken. I was robbed by bandits and almost lost my life. Encountering a hurricane at the seaside, almost buried in the stomach of a fish, seeing enough of the cold faces of the gentry, barely maintained until now.The county magistrate just said "hard work".Unexpectedly, this Australian who has only been overseas for more than a year can see it so clearly.Suddenly a great sense of confidant.

"I don't dare to do it." Wang Ci calmed down, "Since I have become the teaching instructor of this county, I have to do my best." He sighed, "I just want to have a clear conscience."

"It's a good one, but I hope you have a clear conscience!" Seeing his expression, Xiong Buyou knew that this bowl of rice soup was effective.Before coming, everyone discussed what method to use to impress Wang Jiaoyu.After discussion, this aspect can scratch his itch even more.After a try, sure enough.

He then deliberately sighed: "It would be great if the officials of the Ming Dynasty could have a clear conscience!"

This remark smacks of criticism of current affairs.Although Wang Ci is a small preacher, he is not a frog at the bottom of a well. What he saw and heard on the way to and during his tenure, and the correspondence with his family, friends, and classmates made him feel that the current situation was going downhill day by day.He didn't want to comment on this in front of the thief, so he just kept silent and just sighed.

Xiong Buyou felt that the time had come.Said: "I saw that the Moli Pavilion next to the county school is already dilapidated. If it is not repaired, it may collapse. This good story in the Lingao literary world will be annihilated..."

"Students don't want to make a new one." Wang Ci has been worried about this.He is not from Lingao County, but if this important relic of the Lingao literary world is destroyed by him, how will the county annals a hundred years later write about him?Thinking of this, he felt restless.

"I also asked the county magistrate, but the warehouses in the county are empty and there is no extra money and rice. Even if a few migrant workers are recruited to work, they still have to feed them. Besides, carpenters and bricklayers are not willing to come just for food. "Wang Ci was helpless.It is not a small sum of money to repair a house. You need to hire labor and buy wood, bricks, and lime.It costs a lot.

"Since the county has no money, we can help repair the Moli Pavilion." Xiong Buyou took the opportunity to make a request.

"You repair?" Wang Ci gave him a surprised look.What is this thief's plan?Why do you help repair the house for no reason?What's in it for them.

"That's right, not only the Jasmine Pavilion, but also here." Xiong Buyou pointed outside, "Your Confucian Temple and County School also need to be refurbished. Otherwise, it will be really unsightly."

"This—" Wang Ci was a little confused for a while, and murmured, "This, I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

"Hey, I can't afford it. I've said it all: Now that I've settled down in Lingao, this is my hometown. There's nothing I can't afford to build Confucian Temple County School for my hometown. The so-called benefiting the voice, hahaha."

For a while, Wang Ci couldn't think of any rebuttals to these unreasonable words, but he instinctively felt that this was a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken.There must be some kind of intention.

"Okay, that's the end of the matter. Just listen to the good news." Before he could react, Xiong Buyou stood up, cupped his hands, and left.

"Hey—hey—please stop—" Wang Ci felt that something was wrong, and wanted to discuss it again, but how could his footsteps compare to Xiong Buyou's?After chasing him out of the house, Xiong Buyou had already left the courtyard.

Helpless, I had no choice but to go back to the house first. I thought it would be best to report to the county magistrate first.Otherwise, you will act arbitrarily on your own, and it will be a big deal if something happens.

"Master—" the door came again.

"What's up?!"

"Master Xiong left two boxes of gifts, do you want to bring them in for you?"

"Gift?"

"Yes, this is the gift list." Menzi presented the gift list.

Wang Ci opened it and saw that there were six gifts listed on it: three hundred catties of brown rice, two jars of sherbet wine, one thousand sheets of high-quality white paper, one hundred brushes of various kinds, one hundred ingots of pine smoke ink, and fifty books. book.Rice is replaced by negotiable notes of equal value.

The gift is not very heavy, but it is very affordable.Except for wine, everything else can be used to help poor scholars.No matter papermaking, pen making, ink making or printing, there is nothing here in Lingao.Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all trafficked from Fucheng. The distance is long, and the price is naturally high, which has become a great burden for scholars.

"There are still books?" Wang Ci was surprised.Do they think that they, like the mud-legged people, want books full of vulgar characters and unreasonable grammar?

"Yes, there is a box."

"Throw it away!" Wang Ci said without hesitation, "No, take it to the fire!"

"Ah?" Menzi is illiterate, but he also knows the value of books in the local area, "Master, this—"

"If you are told to burn it, you will burn it."

"Yes, sir." Menzi backed out.

Wang Ci quickly got dressed and went to the county government office to ask to see Magistrate Wu.

The yamen servant quickly spread the word: Please meet him in the flower hall.

When Wang Ci came to the flower hall, he saw County Magistrate Wu wearing a Ge gown and sitting on a new "Australian style" rattan chair. Beside him was a huge wooden basin with a large piece of ice inside like a crystal mountain. Curly is breathing white gas.As soon as you walk into the house, you feel cool and cool.

"My next official pays my respects—"

"Okay, okay, the weather is hot. You can avoid this hypocrisy." Wu Mingjin waved his hand, "Come on, old Wang, take off your clothes and sit down too!"

"Don't dare to lose your dignity in front of the chief." Wang Ci said respectfully.

Wu Mingjin scolded secretly: "Sour and rotten!" He said: "Then invite the old man to sit down. Come here, give the old man a bowl of iced sour plum soup!"

"Master Xiong," said the servant, "the sour plum juice is gone, so I sent someone to Dongmen City to buy it. There is a new kvass that Master Xiong sent..."

"Just take this and tell the kitchen to bring some crushed ice." Wu Mingjin nodded.

"Don't dare to bother."

(End of this chapter)