Xu Lin and Su Xie stayed at the Akacang Institute of Objects as researchers.
The two of them are just two of the hundreds of "investigation scholars" Zhao seems to have invited from various places in a planned way.
However, these two family masters have great appeal. Having these two as benchmarks in the Institute of Gewu can indeed attract a large number of "masters of Gewu" hidden among the people.
These scholars will work together with thousands of skilled craftsmen selected and recruited from various military craftsman camps to complete the first step of Zhao Si's "Tiangong Plan" and prepare for the future "Technology Spark Plan".
Zhao Si was riding on a horse, surrounded by guards, walking on the way back to the Secretary's Office.
He pulled the reins and let the horse follow the leader, immersed in his own thoughts!
Science and technology are primary productive forces!
This sentence has never been wrong since ancient times.
Without the improvement of productivity, the reforms that I reached a tacit agreement with Fan Chunren and other veterans would only reach the level of Zhang Juzheng at best.
It’s just my imagination, but it’s much more than that!
To open up the world and change history, these changes alone are not enough.
I have thought that no matter how hard I try, the first industrial revolution may not be possible due to various factors, but it can be done by accumulating strength and laying the foundation for it.
Now those old white men in Europe are unable to move in the incomparable glory of God and the kind gaze of the Pope.
I just happened to seize this world, and while eradicating foreign troubles such as Xixia, Liao, Jurchen, and Shiwei, and creating a peaceful environment for the Song Dynasty, I used steel and blood to transform this nation, get rid of the old evils, and take advantage of everyone's strengths, so as to
Phoenix Nirvana.
"Zhao Shisan!" A familiar voice woke Zhao Si.
"You deceive the world and steal your reputation! You can deceive the emperor, but you can't deceive me! Why don't you just jump into the river? What's the big deal! I dare to jump too!"
"Zhao Shisan, you liar, you deceived the emperor brother, but you can't deceive the world! You have taken advantage of all the good things. Fighting floods and controlling water is not enough. You actually want to lead troops to fight bandits! Why don't you go to heaven?
ah!"
Amid a burst of shouting, Cen Meng rode his horse back.
"Your Majesty, this is His Highness King Mu. He must be drunk. Knowing that Your Majesty was going to pass by, he deliberately stood on the street and shouted."
Zhao Si glanced sharply and glanced at both sides of the street. On both sides were Zhang Balou and Xue Lou, one of the seventy-two floors. Behind the half-covered windows, there were countless pairs of eyes hiding.
There must be a group of people inside. They had just been drinking and having fun with Zhao Si, and they kept inciting and inciting them in their words. This is why Brother Fourteen is acting crazy under the pretense of drunkenness.
These people should all hate themselves, but for different reasons.
Some are jealous that they have repeatedly made meritorious deeds; some are jealous that they have stood out for the warriors; some are resentful that they recalled the old party; some are resentful that they have rectified Kaifeng's public security and tabloid news, cutting off their financial path...
Zhao Si's shouting continued and became more and more unbearable.
"Zhao Shisan, what's so great about you! Are you the brother of the emperor? How can you compare to me! My mother comes from the famous Lin family of Nanjian, three generations of Jiuqing, can you compare with me? You
Mother has three fathers1...haha!"
Zhao Si's face darkened and he shouted: "Get out of the way!"
He shook the reins and kicked the spurs, and the bay-red horse immediately started to move along the path that the guards had left, gradually accelerating and running faster and faster.
The drunken Zhao Si was cursing vigorously when he suddenly heard the neighing of a horse, and then the rapid sound of horse hooves.
He looked up and saw Brother Thirteen riding a horse, galloping towards him.
Brother Thirteen is going to kill me!
Zhao Si was so frightened that he turned around and ran away in panic. However, his hands and feet were weak and he had no strength at all. He could only watch as Zhao Si and the war horse got closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger, and rushed towards him.
!
It's over! If we collide with each other, I will either die or be injured.
I shouldn't take advantage of my drunkenness to challenge you on the street. Brother Thirteen, I know I'm wrong. I know you are a cruel person!
When they were less than six feet away, all Zhao Si could see was the bay-red horse, and Brother Thirteen who was riding on the horse with a cold face, like the god of death.
His feet finally reacted, suddenly giving way, and his whole body fell limply to the ground.
Zhao Si pulled the reins suddenly, and the well-trained maroon horse stopped suddenly, neighed loudly, almost stood upright, and raised its front hooves high, kicking in the air.
Zhao Si sat on the horse as if a god had descended from him. Under his contempt and the horse's hooves, Zhao Si sat on the ground, hugged his head, huddled up, and shivered.
After a while, Zhao Si found that the expected tragedy had not happened. He hesitantly looked up and saw his thirteenth brother Zhao Si riding on a horse, only a few feet away from him.
He looked at himself condescendingly, showing coldness.
"You don't even dare to face such a threat, and you even shouted that you dare to jump into the rolling flood." Zhao Si sneered, "Escort His Highness King Mu to Zongzhengsi, and then report to Da Zongzheng, ask the fourteenth brother on the street
What kind of crime should you deserve if you act so wantonly?"
"yes!"
There were guards escorting the dejected Zhao Si to Zongzhengsi, while Zhao Si and his party continued to move forward.
Through the window, Imperial College professors Liu Chengyou, Li Fu, and Zhang Yong, who were sitting in the private room on the second floor of the eighth floor, saw the whole process.
"Arrogant and domineering! Arrogant!" Zhang Yong cursed angrily, "As a member of the clan, if you are not polite, but you are brave and aggressive, how can you be a role model for the world?"
"Isn't he just brave and aggressive? He has a lot of thoughts. Otherwise, how can he deceive the officials, deceive the superiors and deceive the inferiors, and gain favor by asking for fame?" Li Fu said disdainfully.
"King Mu has passed too! Insulting a concubine in the street is against human ethics!" Liu Chengyou glanced at his two friends and seemed dissatisfied with them for not distinguishing right from wrong.
Zhang Yong rolled his eyes, raised his hands to the two people sitting across the table and said: "This dynasty's clan is vulgar and does not practice etiquette. It makes Brother Xiao and Brother Li, two famous friends from the friendly countries, laugh."
"Haha, blah blah blah. It's the same for the clan of our country, the hunting horse, and the hunting." The two of them looked and dressed the same as Liu, Li, and Zhang, but their accents were a little weird.
"Alas! The royal family and nobles of your country are able to break away from vulgarity, abandon the study of Confucianism, worship the saints and know etiquette, practice morality well, and be gentle and elegant. However, the royal family and nobles of this dynasty have become reckless and ignorant of etiquette. It's really... alas, it's hard to describe!
"
A man named Xiao opposite said, "In my hometown of Korea, Liao Dynasty, I adhere to Jizi's Eight Principles of Teaching, and the customs and customs have been passed down for generations. Since I was born, I have been influenced by the circumstances and have been adhering to the spirit of quality.
Now Confucianism has traveled north, educating various states, and there are many scholars and Confucian scholars everywhere."
"Yes, I studied Confucianism and worshiped the saints as teachers. This is the integration of China and foreign countries, and the common prosperity of the world." Li Fu praised him full of praise.
The five people laughed and sat down again.
The man surnamed Li from Liao continued: "Brother Zhang just mentioned his study tour in Hebei. He mentioned that he visited the Confucius Mansion in Xianyuan (Qufu) and then went north to Zhending to meet famous people. We are still waiting for Brother Zhang to tell you."
Zhang Yong said proudly, "Wait for me! Zhang transferred from Xianyuan to Yunzhou and Bozhou. He first went to Daming Mansion and met with the elders of his sect, Cui Gong, the transfer envoy of Hebei. At that time, Cui Gong was supervising the administration of Hebei.
Regarding the transfer of food and pay for the imperial army, I heard that Zhang was paying a visit, so I gave up all those dirty things and rushed back from the transfer warehouse in Ligu Town, Wei County, overnight to talk about poetry and classics with me..."
When Zhang Yong talks freely, most of his words are self-praising.
In his words, it is as if Confucius traveled around the country. Local officials in every state and county received him and invited local celebrities and gentry to recite poems and lyrics together and discuss the meaning of the classics.
"Hebei is not peaceful, and bandits are everywhere. When we went south, we encountered bandits and bandits a lot. Didn't Brother Zhang encounter them?" A man named Xiao from Liao asked curiously.
"Every time I go to a place, the local officials call for the local imperial army to send them off. Those thieves and assassins are vulgar and unworthy of talking about the knowledge of saints. They are more than enough to serve as lackey guards." Zhang Yong said very proudly.
"Really!"
The five people laughed heartily. Under each of their bright smiles, they had different thoughts.
Zhang Yong felt complacent, feeling that he had won face in front of celebrities from allied countries, and a sense of pride in bringing glory to the Song Dynasty surged from the bottom of his heart.
Li Fu felt the same way. Seeing the admiring expressions of the two Liao literati and Confucian scholars, his pride in his heart was no less than that of Zhang Yong.
While Liu Chengyou was happy, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain exactly what was wrong. He just felt that the proud expressions on the faces of Brother Xiao and Brother Zhang opposite him were real and genuine.
1. Zhao Xi and Zhao Si’s biological mother is Zhu, and her biological father Cui Jie is a commoner and died when she was very young. Their mother Li remarried Zhu Shian and entrusted her to a relative named Ren to raise her, so
Zhu has three fathers. This chapter has been completed!