You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 1348
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When Shan Chang saw this, he probably looked down on this master. He is so smart at a young age, so he should learn a lesson ahead of time.

Without further ado, Shan Chang hurriedly made a gesture of invitation, and asked the prince and concubine to move upstairs. The group of people looked outside the door for a while, and found that it was very different from the one below.

Although the children upstairs seem to be about the same age as the children downstairs, they didn't follow the master to study like the children downstairs, but the master gave them a topic and let them write the article by themselves .

The children's small hands couldn't even hold the pens steadily, but now they looked like they were writing with spirit.

Taking advantage of the students writing quickly, the head of the mountain beckoned for the master to come out first, and then introduced some to the prince and concubine.

"This is Mrs. Wang, Wang Hao. He was a Jinshi in the second year of Yuanhe. He had been sent out to be an official before. Later, he missed his mother at home, so he resigned from office and returned to his hometown a few years ago, and came to my academy to teach."

Although the head of the mountain did not introduce Ying Yu and Wen Qing'er to Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang saw through Ying Yu's identity at a glance, and hurriedly saluted the prince and concubine: "The villain greets the prince and concubine, and greets the son."

This scholar can see the official without kneeling, not to mention that Mr. Wang is a Jinshi in the second year of Yuanhe, so there is really no need to perform such a big ceremony, so Ying Yu hurriedly put down A Ping and helped him up himself.

"Master, you are very polite. How did you know the identity of me and my wife? Could it be an old acquaintance at home?"

The master hurriedly bowed his hands to Ying Yu, with a respectful expression on his face: "If it's really like the prince said, it's an old acquaintance in the family, then the little old man can wake up with a smile in his dreams."

"My lord has done a lot for Daqi. All the people in Daqi should be grateful to my lord. It is not too much to worship him every day. Earlier, the villain asked an old friend in the court to bring a portrait of the lord. The villain looked at it. Remember, feel grateful in my heart."

"I didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet the prince. The prince himself is even more handsome than the portrait. If the villain is not watching him every day, I really can't recognize the prince."

Ying Yu smiled, never expecting to meet such a person who admired him when he was out of the house, every word and every word sounds strange and makes people blush.

Previously, I had only heard that a girl who had never left the court hid his portrait privately, but I didn't expect that Mrs. Wang in front of me was almost sixty years old, and he looked like a girl, which always sounded a bit weird.

Without getting too entangled in this matter, Ying Yu asked what questions the master had assigned to the students in the room.

As soon as he said this, Mrs. Wang also smiled slightly, and his face was full of seriousness: "Today's topic is to increase income and reduce expenditure. Previously, the imperial household department has always been unable to do so, especially when the prince is fighting, from time to time. What's more, even military supplies can't be squeezed out."

"If it weren't for the support of the princess, I'm afraid it would be difficult for us to win Daqi. Even now, the household department still has money for repairing various palaces and courtyards, but if it actually loses money for something, then the household department is a piece of money. I can't take it out."

"I want the students to discuss in various aspects, how to increase revenue, and how to reduce expenditure. Only by opening up can a country function normally and become stronger."

When Mrs. Wang said this, both Ying Yu and Wen Qing'er were extremely surprised. Seeing that the children sitting in this room may not be the oldest but eight or nine years old, and the youngest is only a little older than A Ping, so profound Can the children really answer the question?
(End of this chapter)