Chapter 239 This bad old man is very bad

Author: The 300-pound cook

Chapter 239 This bad old man is very bad

Yang Chuan asked Gongsun Hong to exchange all of Gongsun Hong's one million gold for grain, cattle, sheep, livestock, fine iron and servants, and he had to collect it within a month.

Otherwise, he would build two more attics for Dong Zhongshu.

Gongsun Hong was very depressed, but after all, the deal was settled, so overall he was still very happy. He stood in the cold field talking and laughing with Yang Chuan for a while, and then went back to continue cooking the mutton.

On the surface, Gongsun Hong came together with some well-educated scholars, and it seemed that he wanted to confront Dong Zhongshu.

In fact, what he represents is the Taoist sect; and behind the Taoist sect, there are wealthy and powerful families and some top dignitaries, who are rich and powerful and currently occupy the mainstream position in the court.

As for the Confucianists other than Dong Zhongshu, they were similar, but they were the most fierce in internal fighting. Under Dong Zhongshu's strong suppression over the years, many great Confucianists left Chang'an City.

This time, under the "operation" of Gong Sunhong, Sang Hongyang and others, they were summoned back to have a "showdown" with Dong Zhongshu.

All we can say is that these old thieves don’t have a fuel-efficient lamp...

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Yang Chuan couldn't understand the battle between scholars, and he didn't bother to listen. He had more important things to do, and he didn't have so much time to waste on such a bad thing.

So, he ordered his servants to build some tents and asked the kitchen to be responsible for three meals a day.

He repeatedly emphasized that in order to ensure the "food" for these scholars, we must ensure that mutton is soaked in steamed buns in the morning, stir-fried lamb at noon, and boiled mutton in the evening.

By the way, nourishing substances such as angelica root, dangshen, epimedium, Cynomorium cynomorium, wolfberry, jujube, etc. must be added to the mutton soup.

He is a cook and is very familiar with the properties of food. Well, he is almost as familiar with the medicinal properties of various herbs as a doctor. He estimates that if he eats mutton for more than ten days in a row, those scholars will definitely get angry and suffer from constipation.

Coupled with the "war of words" all day and night, and the continuous exertion of energy, they should soon become grumpy.

'It's best to get them to fight...'

To be honest, as of now, Yang Chuan has always been curious about the true military strength of scholars in the Han Empire, and always wanted to find an opportunity to see it.

This time is a good opportunity.

Unfortunately, he had more important things to do and couldn't care less about watching the excitement, which made him feel somewhat regretful.

"Who is that, Zhang Anshi, please keep an eye on us." Before entering the underground secret room, Yang Chuan called Zhang Anshi and warned: "Please greet the guests on my behalf. Confucian scholars are poisonous, but there is indeed a lot of sparkle in them.

To improve your knowledge, try to think more, see more, and talk less."

Zhang Anshi hesitated to speak, as if he had something to say.

But Yang Chuan just rubbed his head and said with a gentle smile: "Study hard, the opportunity is rare."

Zhang Anshi nodded and turned around to get busy...

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Half an hour later, Yang Chuan came to the underground secret room, brewed himself a pot of wild chrysanthemum tea, lay down on the mat and rested for a while, and then started to get busy.

The last time, he ordered "black powder", and he almost lost his life by accident.

However, on a technical level, it has taken a big step forward.

Now, he has completely mastered the ratio of 'saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal' and can basically prepare black gunpowder of excellent quality. As long as an appropriate amount of white sugar is added, it can become a killer weapon.

In addition, he was still exploring making soap to see if he could purify glycerin.

He vaguely remembered that lard, soap locust, and the powder after burning shells would form three layers of substances after a saponification reaction: the top layer was soap, the middle layer was candles, and the bottom layer was glycerin.

glycerin!

Not to mention that that thing can turn black powder into high explosives, it can even be used as a catalyst or something, it is also an extremely magical thing.

Gee, I feel so good just thinking about it...

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In the Han Empire, those with a rank of more than two thousand stones became important people and could be sent out to serve as prime ministers of vassal states and governors of six counties.

Of course, this is only theoretical. A young man like Yang Chuan has no experience in leading troops in war, so naturally he cannot really become a governor.

But in the court...well, actually he has become a big shot.

Especially in the early stages of preparation for the establishment of the Taiyue Academy, even though it was a hard job without money and food, once it was completed, it would become one of the most sought-after 'fat jobs' in the Han Empire.

Gongsun Hong, Sang Hongyang, Erkuan and other old thieves knew very well that the reason why the emperor agreed to Dong Zhongshu's suggestion and prepared to build Taiyuan University with great fanfare was simply to change the "inspection and examination system" into an "examination system" to weaken the influence of the wealthy people.

The control and influence of the court.

Liu Che had thought about this matter in the years when he first ascended the throne. However, due to the interference of the Queen Mother, Princess Guantao, Prime Minister Tian Fu, Taiwei Dou Ying and others, the matter was dropped.

Now, the emperor has grown up.

Some things were out of control. Liu Che, who was in his prime, was like a huge mountain, weighing down the officials and almost suffocating them.

Rather than confronting the emperor directly, it would be a good idea to follow the emperor's wishes and take control of Tai Academy, a place that 'trains officials'.

In other words, from now on, whoever is in charge of Taiyuan University will be able to control the source of officials in the Han Empire, which will take away more than half of the personnel power of the Prime Minister's Office!

Thinking about it this way, who wouldn't take the lead?

Therefore, even the "Taoists" who seemed to be calm and composed on weekdays, with an air of immortality, had to roll up their sleeves and go out one after another to "fight" with Dong Zhongshu and other Confucian scholars...

After nearly twenty days and nights of overt and covert fighting, verbal and physical criticism, and physical violence, a group of civil servants and well-educated Confucians who stayed at Yang Chuan’s house finally reached a ‘resolution’:

Everyone does their own thing, without interfering with each other.

Yang Chuan appeared in the attic at the right time. He looked a little tired and extremely pale, but his energy was unusually full.

Seeing dozens of important court officials and well-educated scholars exhausted, with bruises and swollen faces, he secretly laughed in his heart: 'It seems that they are really taking action?'

"In other words, after this period of discussion, have you reached a consensus?"

Yang Chuan was sitting on an armchair, holding a bowl of wild chrysanthemum tea and slowly drinking it, with a harmless look on his face: "Except for Dong Gong's seven attics, all other buildings were built with your own money?"

Dong Zhongshu looked tired and his gray hair was a little messy. He said dejectedly: "Yes, we will sweep the snow in front of each other, and we will never interact with each other until we die."

An old man with white hair raised his hands and smiled bitterly: "Dong Gong is really too domineering. We are both Confucian disciples and we are not allowed to enter his school."

There was a wry smile on his face, but looking at the old thief's eyebrows, there was clearly a touch of undetectable joy. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the 'results' of the negotiation.

Yang Chuan can understand this very well.

After all, Dong Zhongshu was too domineering. Not only did he excel in knowledge, but his martial arts value was also higher than other scholars. Being able to squeeze into Taiyuan College and occupy a place in the highest university in the Han Empire was beyond their own expectations...

"Now that it's settled, it's good. I'm worried that the mutton at home is not enough for you. I just went out and asked people to buy another sheep."

There was always a warm smile on Yang Chuan's lips, and he continued: "In that case, let's write a piece of paper, and all the seniors will put your fingerprints on it?"

Everyone nodded, but they seemed to have no energy to argue.

Yang Chuan looked at Zhang Anshi on the side: "Anshi, draft a document."

Zhang Anshi cupped his hands and said, "Teacher, it's already been drawn up."

After saying this, he took out a roll of sheepskin from his sleeve, stepped forward, and offered it with both hands: "Teacher, please take a look."

Yang Chuan smiled warmly and said: "Okay."

See, this is the advantage of having a top student disciple.

Yang Chuan casually opened the roll of sheepskin, glanced at it twice, and nodded with great satisfaction: "Well, it's more comprehensive than I thought. You can show it to those old masters. If there are no problems, they can sign and fingerprint it."

Bar."

Before anyone else could speak, Dong Zhongshu said first: "An Shi, bring it here and let me take a look first."

Zhang Anshi stepped forward quickly, handed him the sheepskin document, and said respectfully: "Please take a look at it, Mr. Dong."

Dong Zhongshu read it over in detail, twisted his beard and said with a smile: "I'm sorry for you, Zhang Anshi, I didn't expect you to be so smart at such a young age... How about joining me and becoming my close disciple, Dong Zhongshu?"

Zhang Anshi smiled shyly, cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Anshi has thanked Mr. Dong for his kindness, but we still need to discuss this matter with my teacher."

Dong Zhongshu laughed loudly and stopped talking.

The little thief Yang Chuan was already very difficult to deal with, but now, with Princess Nangong backing him up, he can't be easily offended...

A roll of parchment was quickly circulated. Under Zhang Anshi's "service", everyone present signed the deposit and pressed their fingerprints. The debate finally came to an end.

The dust has settled and it has come to a successful conclusion.

Taking back the roll of sheepskin covered with fingerprints, Yang Chuan was in a good mood, but his face showed no expression. He said calmly: "Since you all have reached a consensus to raise another amount of money and food to continue the expansion of Taiyuan Academy, I will stop talking nonsense.

;

Within one month, if you bring in as much grain as you want, I will build you as many pavilions as you want, dig some ponds, and transplant some ancient trees, bamboos, etc.

Once the deadline is exceeded, I will be sorry."

After saying that, Yang Chuan stood up, cupped his hands and said: "Also, recently you have eaten more than 600 fat sheep in my village, more than 20 shi of grain, and vegetables. That's all money. Ask someone to give it to me later.

Make it up.

I won’t ask you for more food money, one hundred taels of gold per person, and no counter-offers are allowed.”

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but shake their heads.
To be continued...