The Great Seminary

Chapter 106 Cold Salad (Part )

Most of the people present were students of the famous Qingdou Academy in the Ming and Song dynasties.

In fact, most people’s situation is similar to Zhang Jiujiang’s.

They are young people with slightly above-average talent, who have family background, connections and connections.

If you want to read well, you have to rely on rote memorization and cramming education.

If you want to have broad knowledge and quick reaction, you need to rely on the experience of doing things.

As the famous saying goes, 'Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles'.

Therefore, when more than half of the people heard Zhang Gui's words, their eyes showed neither shock nor understanding.

But it is clear confusion and stupidity.

Others were too embarrassed to ask, but Zhang Jiugui was used to Zhang Gui's mysterious tricks.

"Okay, Dagui, stop seeing fireworks every day. What does that mean?"

"Jiujiang, if you just study without understanding the real meaning and don't use your brain to think, your brain will turn into mush."

Zhang Gui sighed and said:
"The more sophisticated the explosives, the higher their value and the smaller their quantity.

It's like an eight-ox crossbow and a wooden bow and straw arrows.

No matter how powerful the Eight Ox Crossbow is, it is of little use in war.

But even if the power of a wooden bow and straw arrow is only one tenth of that of an ox crossbow, it can still be fatal.

Moreover, it is difficult to find dead soldiers, but there are countless monsters that can be artificially created and controlled, and are normal at ordinary times but mutate when they attack."

Zhang Jiujiang blinked, figured out the meaning of the words, and finally showed a look of horror on his face.

"What should I do?"

"What to do? Just leave it alone." Zhang Gui sighed and said, "Neither you nor I are the prime minister who regulates yin and yang, nor are we the judges of the Ministry of Justice or the Dali Temple who specialize in espionage.

He was not even the general who was famous for his naval battles or the chief of the ten thousand generals in the Wanjiang Yamen.

I am a worthless local official.

You are a sour scholar with a bright future but now you are not as good as a mung bean.

We should certainly care about the affairs of our family, our country, and the world, but after caring about them, we can just laugh it off.

By the way, what do you think of the refreshing bean sprouts from 'Chuchunlai'?
I love it very much.

I plan to learn how to make canned food for sailing.

Zhihai Town is becoming more and more prosperous, and I feel that just doing trade is not enough.

It just so happens that a large business alliance called the White Sail Alliance wants to connect with me, which is convenient for me to join in..."

"At such a young age, he seemed to possess magical powers and was considered a genius. However, at a critical moment for the survival of the country, he was thinking about making money and doing business.

And it’s a business that supports gangs.”

Shen Shijing, who was the most taciturn, suddenly said softly:
"The so-called 'White Sail Alliance' is essentially the Daohai Gang.

The leader of the Daohai Gang is Zhang Yan, the former owner of the Heimu Town of the Zhang family in Pingyang."

There are usually two ways for officials and bandits to collude. One is to do it secretly and kill anyone who knows about it.

The second option is to simply spread the news yourself and create an open and honest image of someone who can tell anyone anything.

Once something happens, just say, 'I don't know;

Really? That's impossible;
I was deceived, and you can see that I am not that kind of person', three consecutive responses.

After that, he might even be able to take advantage of his former allies by appearing as a victim.

But Zhang Gui never expected that his habit of leaking information would lead to a female teacher from the Northern Frontier Academy tearing off his mask.

He immediately widened his eyes and said in surprise:
"Is there such a thing? Really? It's impossible.

I don’t know, I was deceived!

You can also see that I am not the kind of corrupt official who colludes with the insiders.

Well, uh, Mr. Shen really is a man of great talent who knows everything about the world without leaving his home.

He's obviously a professor at the Northern Academy, but he knows more about the maritime affairs of our Siyang County than I do. I admire him so much. "Shen Shijing smiled faintly and said:

“That’s not surprising.

Although I grew up in Ming Song, I was born on Xianrong Island, across the sea from Siyang County.

The reason why I am escorting these students to the south this time is just a coincidence.

Actually, an old friend of mine told me that Han Li's national situation seemed to have changed dramatically, so I came to investigate, but I was a step too late."

She looks pure and innocent when she has no expression on her face, and even more beautiful when she smiles.

It is so stunning that it makes people dizzy.

All the other men and women around were attracted by the beauty, but Zhang Gui was the only one who knew how powerful it was because he had experienced the baptism of rewards from female online anchors in his previous life.

I secretly thought:

"Born on Xianrong Island and raised in Songming, she never forgot her homeland. More importantly, someone kept sending her this kind of information.

Jiujiang and the others had left the academy half a month ago, and at that time she knew that "Han Li's national situation seemed to have changed dramatically", but she remained calm.

This is a prince's story, not a "Princess's Revenge" story.

Don’t get involved.”

Finally, he stared at Shen Shijing fiercely for a few times, laughed dryly and said:
"I see.

Now that the cleanup of Gangkoufang Market is done, I have to go back to the government office to handle other official business.

Goodbye everyone.

Jiujiang, come with me, and we'll discuss redeeming our fellow prisoners of war on the way."

Without waiting for others to react, he pulled Zhang Jiujiang's sleeve and rushed out.

He disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Until the two of them walked into the backyard of the Zhihai Town Shogunate.

Zhang Jiujiang came back to his senses, "Hey, Dagui, where did you take me?"

"Where? At my home."

Zhang Gui pushed his little friend onto the stone chair in the pavilion, drew some cold well water, and poured it directly into a split gourd, half for himself and half for Zhang Jiujiang.

"Tell me about the teachers and classmates at Qingdou Academy.

There was a war going on, people were going to die, and the court had even issued an official announcement.

As the garrison officer, I have brought a group of people with me, and we are desperately trying to capture the terrorists.

Your male teacher Ouyang Qing insisted on taking you to the vegetarian shop at the pier for breakfast.

What else, "the mountain collapses in front of you without changing your expression, and the deer appears on your left without blinking", is what a true scholar does.

Isn't this mental illness?

And your classmates came up with an idea to redeem the officers and soldiers trapped in the war, and a group of them came to share the profits.

Is this how this kind of thing is done?

Shouldn't one first get things done quietly, then guide public opinion to spread, and finally hide the credit and fame on the surface, while actually happily reaping the reputation?

You, Gongsun Benxiao, who is in charge of this matter, may appear to be a man of great ambition and talent on the surface, but in fact your brain is a mess.

He also kept in touch with me through the post station. Why wasn't he at the gate of Siyang County, taking off his clothes and dancing passionately?
At the same time, he explained the whole story clearly so that everyone in the world would know how smart he was.

Finally, it’s your lady, Shen Shijing…”

When he said this name, Zhang Gui's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly turned his head to look towards the dock.

At the same time, on the wooden chair of the "Early Spring" vegetarian shop at the Zhihai Town Pier.

Shen Shijing looked at the direction of the Zhihai Town Shogunate with an expressionless face.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the walls and buildings and meet Zhang Gui's gaze as he murmured:
"What a lucky guy from the market, General Yanglonghu, interesting, interesting."

(End of this chapter)