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At noon, the mountain chief Zhang Anbo came back from the Nanjing Rite Department with his son Zhang Chengjian, his student Ji Ming, and his staff member Tian.

Seeing Jia Huan coming back from Suzhou, everyone spoke to themselves. The conversation turned to Pang Ze's upcoming wedding. Jia Huan smiled, "Shiyuan, you ask for safety, go back to Wendao Academy first, and wait for your sister-in-law to give birth to a son before going to see Ling Zun." Of course, it is not easy to say that there is such a thing as having a boy or a girl, and it is easy to delay time. ”

Zhang Chengjian was chubby, in his forties, wearing a green shirt, and commented with a smile: "This is a bad idea." ”

Pang Ze also smiled and said, "I must take Bai Fu home first." ”

Zhang Anbo, with a clear face, sixty-seven or eighteen years old, shook his head with a smile, picked up the teacup on the high table and drank tea, listening to the juniors talking and making fun of each other. Jia Huan and Ji Ming made an appointment to visit Fang Wang, the master of the 23rd, the day after tomorrow.

After lunch, everyone drank tea and talked in the main hall. The early summer sun is scorching. "Got it", the cicadas on the jujube trees in the courtyard chirped in the afternoon.

Jia Huan gave the plan he wrote for the Guozi Prison Supervisor to run the teaching aid book to the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, and asked about the bad relationship with the Guozi Prison Wen Sacrifice Wine.

Zhang Anbo flipped through the plan and sighed leisurely, "Alas..."

It's melancholy.

…

Not long after Jia Huan went to Suzhou during the Qingming Festival, Zhang Anbo found Guozijian Wen Sacrificial Wine to discuss the reform of Guozijian.

An inmate hanged himself, and in his mind he could not fool himself with the make-up examination system. He still has some experience in teaching and educating people. After all, the current model of Wendao Academy is in the western suburbs of the capital.

On the morning of April 6, Zhang Anbo sat down with Wen Saijiu in the public room on the east side of Yilun Hall to have a detailed discussion.

Zhang Anbo's idea is clear, he wants to improve the homework of the inmates. Then, the measures taken mainly include three points. First, increase the number of examinations, one examination per month, and shorten the time for supervisors to drop out of school. At the same time, it can increase the learning atmosphere in the school.

Second, mobilize contacts and invite Confucianism to give lectures in Guozijian. Improve school discipline. Put an end to the habit of laziness. Mornings, afternoons, and evenings should be spent reading books to cultivate a learning atmosphere.

Third, reform the class division system and the grading system. If you read one scripture, you must read it thoroughly, and if you can't read it, you don't seem to understand it, but you continue to study the next scripture.

Wen Xijiu is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a four-grade official robe, a crimson robe, and embroidered with cloud geese. Sitting in a chair, his brow furrowed. After thinking about it, he said lightly: "Lord Zhang's idea is good. However, since the official was appointed by the imperial court to serve as a sacrificial wine. How to act, the official has his own opinion. Don't bother with Lord Zhang. ”

There is no absolute superior-subordinate relationship between the Ministry of Rites and the Guozijian. It can only be said that they all belong to the Qingliu line among civil officials. Some origins. Many of the attendants and scholars of the Ministry of Rites were promoted from the Guozi Priest's Wine.

Zhang Anbo was slightly stunned and smiled bitterly. He just wanted to do something, but Wen Saijiu seemed to understand that he was reaching out for power. Said frankly: "It's not that I deliberately interfere in the affairs of the country's prison, but I just discuss a thing or two with Lord Wen." ”

Wen Xijiu smiled sarcastically and refused: "Lord Zhang's kindness, this official understands it." As he spoke, he picked up the tea bowl. Serve tea to guests.

Zhang Anbo reluctantly got up and said goodbye. He was kicked out from the official body of the second rank and was kicked out by a middle-level official of the fourth grade. Peel off the other party's skin.

…

In the main hall, Jia Huan listened to what the mountain chief said, and the corners of his mouth twitched. It's a bit too much! Regardless of whether the mountain chief is in power, or if he really wants to do something for the country, it's inappropriate to refuse in this way, right?

Zhang Anbo let out a long sigh, "I asked Mr. Zhongsan to help me ask later, and the saying of Wen Sacrificial Wine is that Guozijian does not need to be reformed. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Chengjian was still a little angry, and said: "Father is too generous. What about interfering in the affairs of the country? The father is a high-ranking official from the second rank. Does he still talk about the rules of officialdom? ”

Pang Ze said: "Brother Bo Miao, in the final analysis, it is because Wen Xijiu values his own official position and refuses to do things. I heard that he was seeking a promotion and was close to Chen Shangshu, so he refused to restructure. Bad talk. This person is also rotten wood! ”

Master Tian and Ji Ming both looked at Jia Huan, "What about Ziyu's opinion?" ”

Jia Huan groaned: "You have to knock down the warm sacrificial wine." He did this too unruly. ”

The Ministry of Rites does not have jurisdiction over the country. Therefore, the mountain chief went straight to the point and talked about the reform of the Guozijian with Wen Saijiu, which is a bit inappropriate. It has nothing to do with the starting point. Officials are quite sensitive to their own power. It is legitimate to be dissatisfied and unhappy with the warm sacrificial wine.

However, you, an official of the fourth grade, drove the high-ranking officials from the second rank out of the country, and lost face. That's going too far!

Zhang Anbo smiled and waved his hand, "Forget it, I can't tell you about it." Twisted melons are not sweet. I am not sure that the reform will improve the situation of prisoners. It's a pity that Ziyu is doing a teaching aid plan. ”

Zhang Anbo showed the plan in his hand to everyone, chatted about other topics, and the afternoon passed.

…

The next morning, when Jia Huan met Lin Qianwei and Xiaomengge's mother Jin in the living room in the front yard, he was still thinking about the evil relationship between the mountain chief and Wen Sacrifice Wine.

He sensed that the chief of the mountain really wanted to do something for the prisoners. This is a kind of humanistic feeling of compassion and compassion. It's a pity that Wen Saijiu doesn't when he stands in the pit. A bite of veto. There is nothing wrong with the practice of warm sacrificial wine, but it makes people feel uncomfortable.

As for the fact that what he said in front of Lin Qianwei, a great beauty, could not be fulfilled or not, he would lose face, he actually didn't think much about it. There's a reason for it.

Mama Kim is a woman in her thirties, wearing a water-green cardigan, with a full and towering chest. , the charm is still there. When he said two words, he laughed, and he was exquisite.

"I didn't expect Weiwei and Mr. Jia to have such a good relationship. If I had known, I would have been cheeky enough to bring the girls in my hands to the door and ask for a good song. ”

Jia Huan smiled slightly and said, "Mother Jin said she laughed." That's it, this little maid in my family has some ideas, you can talk to her about business" Jia Huan pointed to the attacker who was standing tamely beside him, and then invited Lin Qianwei to the living room in his house in the backyard to drink tea.

The attacker took the task given to her by Jia Huan nervously. I heard a pleasant voice and followed the third master away, "What was Mr. Jia busy with yesterday?" ”

This kind of thing is not easy for Jia Huan to talk about. Pretending to be in the name of the attacker. Originally, he trusted Qingwen and Ruyi more. Qingwen is sharp-tongued, and she can't afford to lose money when she talks about it. But Qingwen is thin-skinned and refuses to do it.

Although Ruyi agreed with a twist, Jia Huan was worried that she was not an opponent. Zijuan and Jia Huan are also trusting and smart. But she is Daiyu's maid, and helping to talk about this kind of thing will always make people feel a little teasing Daiyu. The maid and the young lady are tied together this year.

In the end, it fell on the attacker. Jia Huan has no doubts about her ability. Qingwen is not her opponent. The attacker looked stupid and had a lot of ideas in his heart.

"Mother Kim, my surname is Hua." The attacker said hello to Kim's mother. Actually, she didn't want to take this job either, it was embarrassing. But the third master's orders, she didn't dare to refuse. She was quite afraid of the third master in her heart.

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At about eleven o'clock in the morning, Xiaomengge's mother Jin and Lin Qianwei came out of Jia Huan's house on He'an Street and returned to Xiaomengge by boat.

Lin Qianwei kept having a smile on her face. Mr. Jia agreed that she could come over to visit if she had time every day. However, she thought that once every two days would not arouse Mr. Jia's disgust. She actually wanted to do it once a day.

"Silly." In the cabin, Mother Jin pushed Lin Qianwei funny, "You have returned to Suzhou, what kind of are you doing, what are you doing chasing a little kid to Jinling?" Seeing that Lin Qianwei was about to refute, she beckoned her to sit over, "Don't think he's a serious person." See what this is? He gave me this pattern for free. But then it will be sold for 200 taels of silver. Push a little girl out as an archway, is the old lady so stupid? ”

Looking at the pattern and asking to understand the purpose, Lin Qianwei's pretty face was red and beautiful, beautiful and unprovoked, and whispered in surprise: "Then if the sisters' business is good, will my mother buy it?" ”

Mother Jin nodded fiercely, "Yes." But, I don't pay. ”

…

It rained a little in the morning, and Jia Huan and Ji Ming went to visit the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Fang Wangfu.

The news of Sect Master Fang's imminent departure had already been published in the newspapers of the Imperial Palace, and the front of Fang's Mansion was even more lively. There was an endless stream of officials and scholars who came to visit.

Jia Huan and Ji Ming waited in the courtyard for half an hour before they were received by Fang Wang.

In the exquisite, bright open hall, Sect Master Fang was dressed in a simple jade-colored robe, casually sitting in the main chair. The second son, who had just gone out to see off the guest on his behalf, came in and said a few words. Fang Wang waved his hand and asked him to go out, looking at Jia Huan and Ji Ming who came in.

Jia Huan and Ji Ming saluted: "The student has seen the teacher. I wish the teacher a smooth trip to the capital to repair the book and leave a name in history. ”

"Hmm." Fang Wang was almost sixty years old, his appearance was thin, and he smiled and said, "Ziyu, Dexin, how are you doing?" Have a seat. Sit. ”

Jia Huanyin had private contact with Fang Wang when he rescued the mountain chief, and he behaved very naturally. Ji Ming was a little nervous.

After chatting a few words, Ji Ming got up and said goodbye. Jia Huan did not follow.

Fang Wang smiled, "Ziyu, do you have something?" He was still very satisfied with the young prodigy he had spotted.

Jia Huan was also not polite to Grandmaster Fang, and said bluntly: "Teacher, what the students have heard about the Jiangnan Oiran Contest has been in their ears recently. It is said that it was the first of its kind by the teacher. The teacher was about to go to Beijing, but I suddenly had an idea. ”

Fang Wang nodded and motioned for Jia Huan to continue.

Jia Huan said with a smile: "The teacher is the best in the world, and he evaluates the beauties, how can he evaluate the world's articles?" Regardless of once in a few years, they are classified into poems, songs, novels, and articles, and each of them is rated as the best first, second, and third. If the results are published in the world, the world will be in the hands of the world. ”

Jia Huan's words are half-literate and half-white, but in fact, it is very simple, that is, to persuade Grandmaster Fang to set up a literary award. Then pull a group of their own people to do the selection, and finally announce the results and distribute them to the world. Similar to the Contradiction Literature Award, the Lu Xun Literature Award, and the like. Then, the literary world of the dynasty will inevitably be "unified by Grandmaster Fang", and the status of the literary world is unmatched. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.