In front of the Yamen Gate of Jingzhao Mansion, there are crowds of people, rich businessmen, gentry, and ordinary people, all of whom are gathered here. In the crowd, the soldiers in fluttering clothes could be seen everywhere. Most of these people are disciples of "Guan Xue" in Shaanxi, or have some relationship with "Guan Xue". In addition, those who came were naturally young talents from Shaanxi.

"Su Song, why did you come with so much silver? Where did it come from?"

Li Yin sat on the chair and looked suspiciously at the table at a scholar about thirty years old, with patches on his clothes, but he was dressed up cleanly.

When Li Yin was young, he studied with Zhang Zai's disciple Lu Dajun, and now he is nearly sixty years old, and he is about to go out of the mountain again and be hired as a lecturer at the "Guan College" of the School of Administration.

In his lifetime, it can be said that it is enough to see Mr. Hengqu's doctrine enter the official school.

"This is some of the silver accumulated by the student's family, and I specially donated it today, hoping that the teacher will accept it with a smile!"

Su Song was a little weak-hearted, and his eyes flickered.

"Accumulated silver?"

Li Yin frowned: "Your family is poor, and you usually can't eat enough, where did you get so much silver." Tell you, I didn't collect this silver, but for the students of the whole Shaanxi!"

Su Song lowered his head, not daring to say anything, Li Yin sighed, spoke seriously, and patiently explained.

"Su Song, the scholars studying in this academy are not able to become officials as soon as they come out, many people return to the academy to teach, even those who are officials have to go to the government to study for a few years before they can take office. Hurry up and return your money, or you won't recognize me as a master in the future!"

Su Song took the silver and hung his head, listless.

Wang Lun smiled and asked, "Gong Li, is this your disciple?"

"The prefect of the prime minister, let you see a smile!"

Li Yin hurriedly returned the salute, then shook his head and sighed: "You have also seen the Tao, as soon as I heard that the college was going to be built, many people came to donate in debt, although their hearts are commendable, but they must also do what they can, otherwise, I am afraid that I will be dissatisfied in the future and regret it endlessly!"

Many people think that if they donate money, they can get an official position. Don't you know that building a school and donating are fundamentally different things. If you want to take a shortcut to the south here, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place.

"What Li Gong said is right. Some scholars only talk about poetry and painting, quote scriptures, and are completely ignorant of the world. Once these people come to power, they will completely ignore the lives and deaths of the people, and will only be keen on fame and fortune, which will only be harmful and unprofitable in the future. ”

Another great Confucian Li Tong also shook his head and sighed. The donation made by Jingzhao Mansion made those speculators all fight bravely and return home one by one.

He is a southerner, and he is a newcomer to Hebei, and after he came, he did not go back, because he is knowledgeable, and now he is the dean of the "Guanxue" college.

"Because of this, the college has a variety of subjects, not only the four books and the five classics, but also mathematics, physics, astronomy, geography and other knowledge. In the future, when students complete their studies, they will not only be able to become officials, but also in industry and mining, teaching, serving in the military, and studying various disciplines. ”

Wang Song walked over, his face was solemn, and his mouth was eloquent.

"I've seen Xianggong!"

The people around him all stepped forward to salute. Everyone knows that this fierce general on the battlefield is also a hero with flying literary talents.

"There are also physical education classes in the college, which are designed to stimulate students' martial arts and exercise their bodies, so that they are not only rich in learning, but also all-round talents in civil and military affairs."

The martial spirit of China is indispensable. The chivalry of the West, the bushido of Japan, only China since the Tang Dynasty, all dynasties have used literature to control martial arts, suppressed martial arts and promoted literature, so that the Chinese martial style is missing, and it has become a fat sheep to be slaughtered, which is slaughtered.

"Wang Xianggong, how much money does it cost to run a school and engage in this compulsory education?"

Li Tong came up and asked curiously.

"Gong Li, this official roughly estimates that it will cost at least three or four hundred thousand yuan a year!"

Before Wang Song could speak, Wang Lun spoke on the side.

"Three or four hundred thousand!"

Several people took a breath of cold air.

"In this way, I'm afraid that forty percent of Shaanxi's taxes will be occupied!"

"A new academy, preferably outside the city."

Wang Song looked at the dilapidated house in front of him and couldn't help frowning.

Since the late Tang Dynasty when Huangchao and Zhu Wen burned Chang'an, this ancient city has long been dilapidated. In the third year of Jingkang, the Jurchens had been sacked again, and Chang'an City, which had just recovered a little, was again covered with rubble and reduced to barren hills.

"The city is ruined and the place is cramped. The cost of the new academy is about 10,000 taels per year, and the school building is estimated to be about 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, plus the cost of teachers and books, adding up to about 50,000 taels. ”

"Shaanxi has seven prefectures and five continents, more than 60 counties, on average, even if there are three low-level schools and two primary schools in each county, there are more than 300 schools and more than 100,000 students. Even if each student only spends two times, it is more than 200,000 yuan, and if the school building fee is included, the minimum is more than 300,000 yuan. ”

All over Shaanxi, suitable for school-age children, at least no less than 100,000 yuan, each child in each grade only subsidizes two times, that is also two or three hundred thousand, plus the expansion of Guanzhong Academy, at least three or four hundred thousand yuan every year.

In the future, more institutions of higher learning will be built, and natural sciences such as mathematics, chemistry, and physics will be developed, which will be a huge expense.

"You don't have to worry, according to such a popularization of compulsory education, one college in one place will not be enough in the future, such as Shaanxi, I am afraid there will be five or six, and the annual silver taels required may be about one million yuan."

He looked at the dumbfounded crowd and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone, this matter will be handled to the end." China has a splendid civilization for thousands of years, and I have never heard of education that can make the country poor!"

Everyone nodded. Indoctrination is the foundation of the country, and even if the family is bankrupt, it is a matter of course. Of course, it is impossible to run a school, and it will destroy the country and the species.

Suddenly, the crowd was clamoring, and Wang Song looked forward, and it turned out that there was a wealthy businessman with his entourage, pushing several carts of goods, which caused everyone to exclaim.

Several people glanced at each other, and Wang Lun sighed: "It seems that Xianggong's School of Administration is about to be established."

Zheng Tu smiled and greeted the crowd and walked up.

"May I ask which one is the prefect, the villain Zheng Tu, the Weizhou people, who have been in business for generations, and recently moved to Chang'an Mansion, the villain is polite."

Wang Lun stood up and said, "Zheng Zhuangshi, this official Wang Lun, the prefect of Jingzhao Mansion." Thank you for your donation today, on behalf of the old folks in Shaanxi, thank you very much!"

"The prefect and the prime minister tortured the villain!"

Zheng Tu hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and he asked, "Xianggong, where is the list of donations?" Can you take a look at it?"

Wang Lun pointed to the paper full of names written in front of him and said: "Zheng Zhuangshi, this is the list of donations, and now the largest donation is Li Youfu from South Street, and he donated 10,000 yuan." Donations and materials are done within one's means, but the names of those who donate more will be written in the front, and there is no need to compare with each other. ”

Zheng Tu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, he brought a lot of silver, so he didn't make a fool of himself.

"Xianggong, the villain is willing to donate 20,000 yuan, another cart of rice and noodles, and 600 pieces of cloth, which are used by the soldiers who reclaim the famine. The villain brought 10,000 guan first, and the remaining 10,000 guan

, this will send someone over!"

There was a burst of exclamations around, everyone was amazed by this person's boldness, and Wang Lun was also taken aback.

600 horses is about 60,000 feet, and this person has donated nearly 1,000 pieces of cloth alone.

Wang Song smiled, there are many wealthy businessmen in Jingzhao Mansion, and if they donate at this rate, the current education expenses should be enough, and they will find a way next year.

This Zheng Tu is bold, decisive, does not care about small profits, is a person who does big things, Wang Song nodded, and whispered a few words in the guard's ear.

"Zheng Zhuangshi, thank you for your love for the elders of Shaanxi, Wang Xianggong wants to write an inscription today and send you a cursive script, bless you with a wide range of financial resources and a long period of blessings!"

There was an exclamation in the crowd, Zheng Tu smiled, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Wang Xianggong, forgive you for not knowing Mount Tai in your eyes, the villain can see Xianggong in his lifetime, it is really a blessing for three lives!"

"Zheng Zhuangshi, I hope you will support the Loyal and Righteous Army more in the future. The people of the world can't forget you, and the officials can't forget you!"

Wang Songlong flew and danced, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and it was finished in a while, Zheng Tu hurriedly took it and unfolded it in front of the noisy crowd, with four big words written on it: "Defu Double Cultivation".

Zheng Tu hurriedly thanked him, Wang Lun came up, and said to him with a smile: "Zheng Zhuangshi, Wang Xianggong wants to invite you generous donors to dinner, the venue is at the Taibai Restaurant on South Street, remember to go to the meeting then!"

Zheng Tu was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, he was overjoyed, and saluted with his fists:

"Thank you, the villain will be on time!"

Zheng Tu clasped his fists and saluted, and quietly retreated, and the people around him pointed to his back, praising and discussing.

Zheng Fu saw that Zheng Tu's face was red, and thought that Zheng Tu felt sorry for the 20,000 taels of silver, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Outside, the silver donation has also been donated, so don't feel distressed." Fortunately, the prince also gave you a piece of calligraphy, even if you sell him, you can sell it for thousands of taels!"

Zheng Tu showed disdain on his face, turned his head and scolded: "You radish head knows a fart, Wang Xianggong's handwriting is rare in the world, go back and invite someone immediately, frame it well, and hang it in my study!"

He walked a few steps and said in a low voice: "You kid doesn't know yet, Wang Xianggong is going to invite me to dinner, just the night after tomorrow, do you say there is better news than this!"

"Outside, congratulations to the villain!"

"You go down and prepare, prepare a good gift for me, and I will give it to the prince of the king."

"Outside the staff, Wang Xianggong has countless strong soldiers, not only according to the two rivers, but also the entire Shaanxi under his rule, and the outside of the staff has a relationship with him, in the future, this Jingzhao Mansion, see who dares to look down on our Zheng family!"

"It's Shaanxi, not just Jingzhao Mansion!"

Zheng Tu couldn't help but remind his subordinates again. He is a civilian, and now that Wang Xianggong of the Xuanfu Division has blue eyes, he has no reason to retreat, and when the opportunity is at hand, he naturally has to seize it tightly.

Climb up to this young father-in-law, and the road behind will be much easier. Wang Song is young, strong and strong, standing in the north for several roads, not even afraid of fanzi, and knows whose world this will be with his eyes closed.

"Outside, you said that the prince wanted to invite you to dinner, why is it the night after tomorrow? Why not today, not tomorrow?"

Zheng Fu's brain was confused again.

"Probably because of the deadline for donations. Donations are made for three days until the end of the day after tomorrow. It seems that this prince is not the only one who invited me!"

Zheng Tu's eyes were misty and thoughtful.

It seems that it needs to be well planned.

It's a big game.