Chen Lao thought about it over and over again and felt that something was strange.
However, the school is a sacred place, not a whim.
Fortunately, it was Bai Song in front of him. If he was an unknown person, Chen Laoyi would definitely issue an order to expel the guest after hearing this.
Mr. Chen took a deep breath and said seriously: "Bai Song, if you open a bank, it's your ability to be supported by the prefect. But I want to advise you, don't step too far with one foot, there are some things
It's better not to touch it. What dissatisfaction do you have now? This school is not a child's play, it is a major matter of preaching, inheriting and inheriting literature. Such a sacred place cannot be tainted with the smell of copper."
"What about businessmen? Businessmen can't open schools?" Bai Song was puzzled. In his mind, in ancient times, academies were built mainly with donations from wealthy businessmen. How could such a natural thing be opposed by Mr. Chen?
Just as he was thinking about it, Bai Song realized that there were no academies in the early Tang Dynasty. Most of them were private schools for the children of aristocratic families to study. Now there are no academies for a wider audience, at least not in Youzhou in Bai Song.
In this way, the opening of schools in the Bai Song Dynasty was a first of its kind.
Seeing Mr. Chen's opposition strengthened Bai Song's confidence.
Bai Song was thinking about something, but Bai Song's proposal made Mr. Chen very repelled. He said with a cold face: "I will never agree to the school matter. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
After saying that, Mr. Chen stood up and left.
Bai Song was a guest here, and he didn't know what to say at this moment, so he could only watch Mr. Chen leave.
Under this situation, it was impossible to find a respected old gentleman among the major noble families to come forward, but without a respected old gentleman, Bai Song had other options.
…
It has been more than ten years since the imperial examination was implemented, and Chai Guan, the magistrate of Mang County, was the top candidate in the imperial examination for the first time.
There may be people among Magistrate Chai’s classmates who are exceptionally talented and knowledgeable and have some reputation.
Magistrate Chai and his classmates all come from poor families, so they shouldn't have the same repulsive attitude as Mr. Chen.
Therefore, after Bai Song left Shangxian Academy, his next stop was to visit the Mang County government office.
After being out for half a day, Bai Song returned to Jixian County with Dongxiang. He brought some small gifts and went to the Lin Mansion to visit his father-in-law and mother-in-law. After chatting for a few words, he left to visit the magistrate of Chai County.
Bai Song was also considered a person from a large county. When he returned to the small town of Mang County and looked at the Mang County government office, he suddenly felt that everything was in a state of desolation.
It was a coincidence that I came here today. As soon as I arrived at the gate of the county government office, I saw my acquaintance Mr. Liang strolling at the gate.
Bai Song opened the car curtain: "Master Liang."
Master Liang took a focused look, was stunned, and then said with a smile on his face: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Bai? What kind of wind brings you, a noble man, to this remote and remote place?"
Bai Song got out of the car, signaled the maid to wait outside, and then asked Master Liang: "Is Mr. Chai in the county government office?"
"Oh? Mr. Bai came all the way to discuss something with Mr. Chai?"
Bai Song nodded.
Nowadays, Bai Song can be regarded as a famous figure in Youzhou. Even the governor is polite to him, but the young master is extremely polite.
"Master, please come inside. Mr. Chai is idle inside. He just said in front of me that our young man from Mang County has done great things outside, but he doesn't know about his old friend's recovery."
After being polite, Bai Song arrived at the county government office.
There was Master Chai's voice in the side hall of the county government office, and there seemed to be someone else inside.
Bai Song stopped and pulled Master Liang: "Master Chai is meeting guests? How about I wait for a while."
Master Liang didn't take it seriously: "What are you waiting for? If you have to wait, it won't be Mr. Bai's turn to wait! Mr. Bai is a noble man now. If Mr. Chai wants to see you, he must see you first, right?"
After saying that, Master Liang pushed the door open and said directly: "Sir, look who is here."
Mr. Chai was holding a teacup in his hand. When he saw Bai Song, he quickly put the tea cup down and walked towards Bai Song in surprise. Like an old friend he hadn't seen for more than ten years, he grabbed Bai Song's arm.
"Bai Song! Your boy is back?"
Bai Song felt a little uncomfortable with Mr. Chai's enthusiasm. He smiled dryly and followed the others into the room, only to see a middle-aged man in his early thirties in the same room.
This middle-aged man is of an upright age, and he has no extraordinary talent or military prowess. Before he became a Confucian scholar, he did not appear to be weak in literature. However, his clothes were a little shabby, and it was obvious that his life was not very good.
Bai Song looked at him and suddenly felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember.
At this moment, Magistrate Chai waved to Master Liang and then pointed at the middle-aged man.
Master Liang understood and took the middle-aged man away, leaving time for Bai Song.
Bai Song watched the middle-aged man leave, wondering if he had seen him somewhere.
Magistrate Chai asked curiously: "Bai Song, what are you looking at?"
"Who is that person? Why does he look familiar?"
"It's not a big deal for a descendant of a down-and-out family to be desperate and want to find a job in the county government."
"What's it called?" Bai Song asked as he went to the table and poured himself a glass of water.
"Shangguanyi."
"puff!"
Bai Song squirted instantly and said in surprise: "What is it called?"
"Shangguanyi... you... do you know him?"
"More than just acquaintance!"
Bai Song suddenly realized that it was Shangguan Yi!
No wonder he looks so familiar. He was drunk and ruined Qing'er's stage in Yichun Courtyard.
But that's not important. What's important is that this guy is the future prime minister.
He is also the grandfather of Shangguan Wan'er, a famous talented woman in ancient China.
It was in Shangguan Yi's lineage that the Shangguan family broke out.
It's just that in the early days of Zhenguan, life was relatively miserable.
In a few more years, he will become famous and make a fortune.
Bai Song finally caught a historical figure. How could he not make friends with such a person?
Bai Song put down the tea, looked out the door, and asked seriously: "Master Chai, just now you said that Shangguan Yi is desperate and has come to the county government to find a job?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Can I meet him?"
"Meet him?" Magistrate Chai became more and more curious, but he couldn't see what was so special about a down-and-out scholar, that he could arouse Bai Song's curiosity so much?
Bai Song quickly explained: "To be honest, I came to see Mr. Chai today just to ask if Mr. Chai has any classmates who are willing to teach? I am planning to open a school and need to recruit some teachers. I think Shangguan Yi has quite a lot of articles. If Mr. Chai
There is no suitable position for him, but I can let him come to my school."
"You want to open a school?"
"What's wrong?"
Magistrate Chai did not reject Mr. Chen, but he still frowned and felt strange.
Bai Song had no time to explain and didn't want to let Shangguan Yi go, so he hurriedly urged to call Shangguan Yi back.
After a while, Shangguan Yi left and came back, standing at the door, not knowing why.
Magistrate Chai County picked up his official tone and spoke much more calmly. He turned his hands behind his back and said to Shangguan Yi, "This is the young master of Baifu in Ji County. If a school is opened today, you will be recruited to teach. Are you willing?"
Shangguan Yi frowned, as if he was reluctant, but he looked around at his clothes and made up his mind: "Student is willing."
