Chapter 1205

The household department is a professional who manages accounts and goods, and the official department will keep an eye on the behavior of the young officials, and if there is any mistake or omission, they will not let it go, even if it is an egg, they will try to pick out the bones.

As for the scope of supervision and supervision of the Imperial Historical Tower, it is even greater, in short, even if he Wang Yang is more intelligent and almost demonic, and the three departments work together, he will eventually reveal his flaws.

The Son of Heaven looked at these satisfied ministers who had retreated to the ranks, and the corners of his mouth were almost imperceptibly raised, and he quietly converged.

Well, since these ministers can have such thoughts, then let them work hard.

The Son of Heaven thought of the scene when he had a secret discussion with Wang Yang a few days ago, and looked forward to it more and more. Especially when I saw the faces of these guys who seemed to be so excited that they were about to sharpen their knives, when the time came, after they understood the truth of the matter, would they be so angry that they wanted to vomit three liters of blood?

If it weren't for the mood, the Son of Heaven would really want to laugh three times to express his pleasure right now.

And the grandfather of Ma Shang next to him is not as deep as the Son of Heaven, and at this moment, the prince of the little horse looks at the ministers who are whispering to each other and whispering with some schadenfreude.

Hehe, with Wang Yang's IQ and skill, with your gang of guys, how can you be the opponent of Wang Yang and the Son of Heaven?

Su Dongpo, the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, looked very serious, because he really didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment.

Seeing that the old party and the new party joined forces again and wanted to deal with Wang Yang, he couldn't help but start worrying about Wang Yang's guy.

It's just that when his gaze swept over the Son of Heaven and fell on the face of the grandfather of the horse, he seemed to realize that something was wrong.

Could it be that this is another pit dug by Wang Yang and the Son of Heaven for those Manchu civil and military forces? Out of familiarity and understanding of Wang Yang and the Son of Heaven, Su Dongpo, an old driver, has already been able to predict that nine times out of ten, the best crotch is playing with the demon moth.

After waiting for a while, after the dynasty is dispersed, I will meet Your Majesty, and I believe that I will be able to uncover the mystery in my heart.

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With the permission of the Son of Heaven, the Imperial Historical Tower, the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of Households acted as quickly as possible after the dispersal of the court, and sent capable cadres one after another, rushing towards the camp of the Xiangjun outside the city where the displaced people lived.

Zhao Tingyuan, the superintendent of the imperial history, was the right-hand man under Zhang Dan, and as soon as he received Zhang Dan's instructions, he personally led a group of colleagues to rush to the camp of the Xiang army.

It's just that when he came here, he couldn't help but be a little stunned, originally he had the impression that those displaced people who had left their hometown and wandered here should be gloomy, hugging each other and crying, or insensitive, or full of resentment.

But when he came here, he felt that the inside of the camp seemed to be very empty. And there were bursts of noise in the distance from time to time.

Zhao Tingyuan and the others looked at each other, and they didn't understand what was going on inside, but soon, when the officials, who had changed into civilian clothes, walked into the camp step by step, and walked a long way, they finally saw the source of the noise.

It was in the corner of the school yard of the Xiangjun camp, and on the ground, there were nearly two hundred children between the ages of seven or eight to thirteen or fourteen, and at this moment they were all staring intently at the Taixue student in their early twenties in front of them.

Behind this Taixue student, there is a huge blackboard, and at this moment, on that blackboard, dozens of eye-catching and large white characters are written by him.

Whenever the whip in his hand crossed one of the lines and read aloud, the more than 200 children sitting there would recite aloud: "If the son does not learn, it is not appropriate; If you don't learn when you're young, what's the point of being old? ……”

Zhao Tingyuan and the others were stunned, where is this? Where are we? And who is that guy? What the hell are they reading?

"Hey, hey, who are you, what are you doing here?" At this time, an errand officer who was patrolling the neighborhood saw these guys who were hanging in a daze here, and couldn't help but walk over quickly and scold in a low voice.

One of the imperial historians raised his eyebrows, and he wanted to attack, but Zhao Tingyuan raised his hand for the first time, stopped his colleagues, and then stepped forward with a smile and saluted the officer.

"We are from the Bianliang clan, and I heard that this is a temporary residence for the homeless, so I came here to check if there is anything we can do our best......

The messenger raised his eyes obliquely and looked at these royal historians, who were about thirty or forty years old, and only when he saw their powerless appearance that he waved his hand. "If you want to make a donation, go straight for 300 steps and turn right. In this big camp, you must not make any noise and make trouble, otherwise, the torture instruments in our Xiangfu County Yamen are not dry food, understand? ”

After the errand officer viciously threw down such a threatening word, he wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Tingyuan. "This errand officer, I want to ask you, what are they doing here?"

"What else can you do? Of course it's learning, don't you see that the one is the one who learned too much? He's teaching those kids, and not just here, there's nearly 40 classes here to teach them to read and write. ”

A gust of wind blew, and the expression of the imperial history of the Imperial Historical Platform instantly stiffened. Charge, that is, a folk title for officials, officials, that is, they are responsible for doing things, but especially in the hands of Wang Wushan, the pacification envoy, they actually used it to teach?

"Are they teaching the children of the displaced people to read and write?" A royal historian is almost about to burst out foul language, and we are here to supervise those officials, to see if they have filled their pockets, to see if they have committed adultery.

As a result, you even told us that these officials who had already registered with the Ministry of Officials were actually teaching......

"Of course, there are more than 60,000 displaced people, from unweaned babies to bastard boys as old as twelve or thirteen years old, and these classes only accept children between the ages of six and thirteen or fourteen, because the older ones have already applied to be workers."

"And what about the little ones?"

"Small? It's all in the kindergarten, they are specially taken care of by those mothers-in-law, they also learn to read, learn nursery rhymes or something......" The messenger smiled and pointed in the other direction and explained.

"Thank you for your advice, can we take a look casually and ensure that we won't disturb the order here." Zhao Tingyuan nodded and asked.

The messenger once again looked at these Svenwen, the scholars in the long robes. After thinking about it, he turned his head and beckoned to the side not far away, and soon a young errand man came running.

"Boss, what do you command?" The young officer's gaze swept over the group, and then he asked the old officer.