The huge Imperial Academy finally unveiled its mysterious veil in the sixth year of Chongzhen. Although Chongzhen and his treacherous men tried their best and failed to truly bring all the heroes of the world into my collection, they still had nearly 8,000 people in their ranks.
The best talents can go in. Although the Ming Dynasty is now hungry for talents and urgently needs a large number of new forces to support the entire empire, it does not dare to do anything to encourage the students. All the Ming court can do is to spare no effort to create a world for the students.
A good learning environment, provide them with the world's first-class teaching staff through deception, and then wait and see what happens.
The unacademic Chongzhen was destined to never become a qualified teacher. The shameful emperor finished reading the article Han Xu wrote for him.
"The silver taels allocated by the imperial court this year have been put in place, which is enough to provide support for factories in various places to train the people they recruit." Of the 40 million taels of silver that Chongzhen smashed out in six years, except for Kong Yanzhi's Ministry of Education, half was taken away, and the rest was
The household member belonging to Zhu Zhiyu gained the most. But he was just a passing god of wealth, and he couldn't put a single penny into his pocket.
"What about the Ministry of Industry?" Chongzhen nodded. Now all the places that can be considered have been prepared. It just depends on the construction progress of factories in various places.
"Back to the emperor, according to the information I have, factories in various places can start operations one after another before the end of September..." Wang Zheng, the new minister of the Ministry of Industry, stood up. This poor fake Taoist priest was in trouble because of such a name.
Instead of traveling around, busy guiding the construction of the factory according to the plan, I couldn't even attend the opening ceremony of the Imperial College.
"There is a small problem here..." Seeing that the preparations had been completed on time, Gu Xichou appeared in front of Chongzhen with a very embarrassed face.
"Gu Aiqing? What kind of trouble can your staff have?" Chongzhen was curious. The staff is the place where officials are managed. Although they must also participate in the process of the industrial revolution, there seems to be no problem that this stubborn old man cannot solve.
That's right.
"Although our Ming Dynasty has built many new official schools and the Imperial College has successfully begun to train talents, the people's wisdom has not yet been fully developed, and there is still a lot of work that requires the guidance of officials from all over the country." Gu Xichou's old face was almost full of energy.
The water was squeezed out, but he had to continue to shake out his problems. "But the Ministry of Personnel had differences in the evaluation of officials..."
"Disagreement? Tell us?" Chongzhen was getting more and more confused. In the past few years, when the world was so chaotic, Gu Xichou had managed the staff in an orderly manner. Why is it that now that he is doing well, he is in trouble?
"What the veteran advocates is to judge officials according to the previously established rules and the living conditions of the people in various places." After a pause, he found that Chongzhen didn't seem to have any special reaction. Gu Xichou continued to explain: "But there are also ministers in the Ministry of Personnel who have proposed
The assessment must be based on the few Western letters written in Fan Thief's suicide note."
"The Western alphabet? What does the reform of the Ming Dynasty have to do with that magic stick? Tell me, what do you read? What does it mean?"
"Colleagues proposed to judge whether officials are qualified based on the value of all final products and services produced in economic activities in various places. As for the name..." After thinking for a long time, Gu Xichou still said with a blush.
Come out. "According to the foreign magician in the palace, what kind of chicken's fart should I read!"
"Chicken's farts?" Chongzhen couldn't help laughing out loud. After finally waiting for all the ministers to calm down, he once again showed his knowledge in front of everyone. "Gu Aiqing, look at that chicken shit."
Is it valuable?”
Chicken dung? This time it was Gu Xichou's turn to be confused. Although he was not responsible for agricultural production, he also knew that pig dung and cow dung were needed as important fertilizers. There were also people who specially picked up horse dung on the street, but
I have never heard of using chicken excrement and duck excrement as fertilizer to grow crops. But what if I say it’s not worth it and this fool makes up a bunch of nonsense?
"I am stupid..." In the end, Gu Xichou decided not to give a positive answer and continued to give the multiple-choice question to Chongzhen.
"Damn it, chicken shit is not worth anything. How dare you talk to me about chicken shit?" The emperor swore violently. The old eunuch in charge of meeting minutes next to him was so frightened that he even dropped his pen on the ground. The mouths of all the important officials in the court became even louder.
It's wide enough to fit an elephant's leg into.
"I don't want those vain things, I just want a real and powerful empire! The only criterion for the success or failure of my Ming Dynasty reform is whether the country is strong and whether the people can live a good life without food and clothing." He was too lazy to pay attention to his subordinates.
In terms of human performance, Chongzhen continued: "Go back and tell the people in the Ministry of Personnel that the imperial court has only one evaluation standard for officials from various places, and that is whether the people's lives have been improved. The standard I set when I sold officials and titles a few years ago is the bottom line.
, those who cannot complete the task will be sent to Zhao Prison! And this is also the common goal of me and all of you!"
"I'm waiting for the decree!" Chongzhen's words didn't sound very nice, but they sounded a wake-up call for all the ministers present, and also clarified the ultimate goal of this reform that was ready to go. (To be continued...)