At noon on May 21, the inauguration ceremony of Wendao College was held. Then, the guests slowly dispersed.

In the minds of nearly 100 people in Dongzhuang Town, who left that afternoon, the most impressive last scene: four sentences of Hengqu! The academy disciples who brushed together followed Jia Huan and read aloud neatly.

In addition to more than 20 newspapers in Beijing, there were also newspapers in Baodingfu, Zhangjiakou, Chengde and other places.

Subsequently, the next day's Beijing newspaper, reported on this time. In the tabloids with thriller headlines as the selling point, what is hyped is Jia Huan's status, weight, and power! Yesterday, how many officials and dignitaries in the imperial court went?

The newspaper with a bit of discipline made a political analysis: Jia Huan announced that the four sentences of Hengqu were the purpose of Wendao Academy, which meant that Wendao Academy was transformed from a purely imperial examination and academic school to a political school.

However, what do the powerful and high-ranking officials in Beijing who witnessed this scene yesterday think? In this era, there was no camera to record the scene at noon, when the distant mountains were lush and the academy was simple.

When it was, the summer sun was revealed, and everyone silently watched Jia Huan's back. Between heaven and earth, it seems that only his voice and movements are left! A calm and resolute scholar, behind him was a crowd of black oppressors.

What a picture this is. Perhaps, many people want to know how the scholar who shows the power in the picture wants to transform the world.

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The excitement of rebuilding the seowon gradually dissipated. Jia Huan has been gathering with old friends in Dongzhuang Town and the academy these days: Mr. Longjiang, Xiao Mengzhen and others have all come from afar.

With the construction of Wendao Academy in full swing and the return of teachers and students, Dongzhuang Town has regained its prosperity.

In the early morning at the end of May, a horse-drawn carriage came from the official road of Jingxi, penetrated the rain curtain of the town, and entered Wendao Academy through the north gate. Mr. Ning Ru, who was about to leave the capital, went to the academy to worship his friend Gongsun Liang. Jia Huan accompanied.

The cemetery of the college is located on a hillside northeast of the college. Several tombstones are erected in turn, and the mounds of the mountain chief and the elder brother are erected. Mr. Ye, the cemetery of Jiang and Wu. The summer light rain is cool and dripping.

The entourage and the guards were waiting a little farther away. Jia Huan held an umbrella and looked at Mr. Longjiang in front of the tombstone a few meters in front of the tombstone, standing solemnly. He was fifty years old.

Jia Huan's thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the literary meeting in the spring of the ninth year of Yongzhi. That night, Mr. Long Jiang was so young and promiscuous. Impressed with him.

At that time, the elder brother was at the time of Mu Ai. Always thinks: There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes. At this time, heaven and man are separated.

That night was also the first time he and Shishi met. She dances and is famous in Beijing. Soaring like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon, not enough to describe its beauty. The beauties have met for a thousand years.

It was the time of youth.

"Alas..."Ning Ru sighed, walked over, and said, "Ziyu let's go!" ”

Jia Huan nodded slightly. Needless to say, Mr. Longjiang's ability to come to Beijing is an attitude in itself.

A group of more than 20 people left the cemetery of the academy.

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In the evening, it was raining, drizzling, like silver threads.

In the south study of Qianqing Palace, the candles shine high. The eunuchs stood inside and outside the study. Yongxing Tianzi Ning Xi sat behind his desk and listened to the recital of Qi Chi, a scholar of Dongge University.

Cai Yi and Ji Cheng walked in the south study, the right governor of the North Jing Wang, the governor of Tongzhi, the envoy of the Jingying Festival Shen Qian, and the military department Shangshu Meng He were all there.

Qi Chi is reporting on the problem of Jin Shang. A few months ago, Jin Shang wanted to unite with Hu Chi, the king of money in the southwest, to swallow Jia Huan's Xinfeng. Now the Jin merchants are about to pee! Find Hu Chi and plead. At this time, even if Jia Huan joined forces with Hu Chi, he would definitely not be able to swallow Jin Shang. But to cut the meat, it must be cut.

The war in Lingnan is stalemate. Jin merchants donated 5 million yuan to the imperial court as military expenses. The army of Liaodong was transferred to reinforce Lingnan, and he went to Lingnan by sea and directly attacked the capital of Lingnan: Guangzhou City.

At the same time, the three merchants of Jinshang, Tianshunfeng, and Xinfeng jointly established the Central Bank of the Great Zhou Dynasty and tried to issue paper money, which was officially recognized by the imperial court. This is an exchange of interests for multiple parties.

As the top consortium of the national dynasty, the 13th Bank of Guangzhou, with a capital of more than 200 million yuan, will definitely join in the issuance of banknotes. However, they must fully support the imperial court in the war in Lingnan. Shares are based on merit. Nowadays, the sea trade is prosperous, and the merchants have ships on the sea.

"Mr. Ezie." Yongxing Tianzi Ning Xi did not hesitate and approved directly. He sighed: "Paper money replaces metal money, which is the general trend of history!" The mining, minting, and circulation of metal currency are limited, but the growing material needs of the people are great. ”

Qi Chi was dressed in a scarlet robe, standing in the middle of the luxurious south study. He was fifty-five years old and in the prime of life. One person handles state affairs. At this time, he was slightly stunned when he said to the Son of Heaven. People? Needless to say, this kind of vernacular-like words must have come from Jia Huan's hand.

I heard that Jia Huan will teach the Son of Heaven all kinds of knowledge in the palace at night: astronomy and geography, all kinds of miscellaneous studies, and the principles of being a man and doing things.

After discussing some more things and looking at the pocket watch, Ning Xi smiled and said, "It's not early." I won't leave Mr. Qi and Zhu Qing to eat. You ate with me, and you didn't eat well. ”

Yongxing Tianzi's words made a spring breeze and drizzle in the south study!

"Don't dare!" Qi Chi smiled, led the ministers to bow to the Son of Yongxing, and left. He was relieved. When the Son of Heaven succeeded to the throne, he was so young, and after being the emperor for a few months, he already looked like a king.

A good disciple of Jia Huanjiao.

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Ning Xi came out of the south study, and Eunuch Yuan followed him with a group of eunuchs and palace maids. Eunuch Yuan bent down and asked, "Emperor, where is the dinner for the queen?" "The queen lives in Kunning Palace. It's right behind the hall. He is a subtle reminder of the Son of Heaven.

Ning Xi waved his hand and said with great interest: "Mr. has been teaching these days. I went to the West Garden to finish eating. You go and tell the Queen. Oh, by the way, the recipes in the Imperial Dining Room have been changed, right? "Mr. said that the nutritional intake should be reasonable. The palace dishes are all heavy oil and warm things, and eating them for a long time is not conducive to the body.

Eunuch Yuan nodded hurriedly, "Back to the emperor, everything has changed." "Do you dare not change it? The Ministry of Internal Affairs is under the control of King Yue.

There is also an episode in this matter, a propaganda in Pravda: The Son of Heaven was worried about the hardships of the people and ate vegetables in the palace. Now there is a sound of praise from "Mingjun" outside. The emperor's throne is a little more stable. Xiao Mengzhen, the new editor-in-chief of Pravda, has a deep understanding of the essence of propaganda.

The light rain did not stop. Summer nights are cool and comfortable. Ning Xi went to the imperial study room located in the Hanyuan Palace. At this time, Jia Huan, Ning Xiao, and Ning Cheng were sitting together, laughing, and drinking tea. The atmosphere is harmonious and laid-back.

After dinner, Jia Huan began to teach at night. During this period, I mainly talked about geography and the international situation.

Ning Cheng was originally a student of Jia Huan, and it was normal for him to listen to classes with Ning Xi. Although he held the position of head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, his interests were in natural subjects. The affairs of the internal affairs office are all handled by King Wu.

In his life, his father earned a huge family business and had no worries about food and clothing; He is like a brother with the emperor, and there is no shortage of power. What else is he after?

In addition to the interest cultivated when he was studying under Mr. Jia in his youth, if he pursues lustful dogs and horses, even if his father connives, he is estimated to be beaten half to death by Mr. Jia. How can a person waste his life in one life? Always leave your own traces.

Ning Xiao came to observe. She is very interested in all things about politics. And the international situation depicted by Jia Huan, the world map is very attractive to her.

In the imperial study, the candlelight is bright. On the desk was a simple map of the world that Jia Huan had drawn from memory. The central location is, of course, Da Zhou. He's pretty good at sketching now. The basic framework is drawn.

A few days ago, Jia Huan talked about the situation of the seven continents of Asia, Europe, Africa, the Americas, Oceania, and the North and South Poles. Now, Jia Huan wants to talk about the subdivision area.

Jia Huan held a wooden pole in his hand and said, "Ziwen, Xianqing, Princess Xiao, as I said the night before, the era of industrialization is coming. We are on the eve of this great era. In the tide of the times, how is the land of China the most perfect?

To the east, it is based on the Goryeo Peninsula and the four islands of Dongying, and the Pacific Ocean in the east. To the north, it is necessary to hit Lake Belga, and even further north to Siberia and the North Pole. These bitter cold places contain a lot of resources. Be responsible for future generations.

To the west, occupy the river and Khorasan, which is basically enough. It's a different culture that is embraced there. To the south, in addition to Punjab and Sindh in the southwest, it is necessary to lay down the entire territory of Tianzhu and reach the coastline of the Indian Ocean.

To the southeast, it should include Annam, Champa and Luzon Islands. It can even hit Oceania. The strait is an inner lake. At that time, the Roman Empire used the Mediterranean Sea as its inner lake. These lands, except for the Tsarist Empire in the north and the Persian Empire in the west, did not have a strong military force. If you don't take it, you will be blamed! ”

Now we are in the era of global "horse racing", and now we do not occupy it, and we will assimilate it with Han culture and have it completely! At that point in the future, it will be very difficult to occupy an extra inch of land.

Ning Xi looked at the map and listened to the scene depicted by Jia Huan. The mood is agitated. There is no doubt that it will take at least a hundred years to conquer these lands. And if it can be done, the merit will surpass that of the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty. This is the true business of the emperor. It will leave endless wealth to the Chinese people of future generations.

Ning Cheng looked at the map, thinking about the idea of going to sea, mountains and rivers in various places, and species.

Ning Xiao was dressed in a tea-white palace dress, bright and tall, a beautiful woman in the city, looking at the map. Especially the bright Danfeng glanced at Jia Huan from the corner of his eye, smiled pleasantly, refreshing, stood at the desk, sipping tea. The fragrance of tea is lingering, such as entering the heart.

Jia Huan knows what is the trigger for infighting in a team? Lost ideals, goals! He was now going to plant the seed in Ning Xi's heart.

Jia Huan's class continued. A light rain outside the window, dripping down.