Lao Zhu got into the carriage and left quickly surrounded by the guards, and Ma Du also turned around and walked home, but his expression was lonely, and his body was as stiff as a shrimp, but the gorgeous sunset pulled his shadow to the old elder.

Zhu Sheng looked at the "Fangshan Royal Academy" on the paper, and then turned his head to Song Ke and said, "Mr. Kewen, go and see him!" ”

Song Ke nodded, walked a few steps quickly to catch up, walked up to Ma Du, and said softly: "The royal family in the Song Dynasty was the most lenient, but the slightly larger academies had to be run by the government and the private sector. With these six words given by the emperor, your academy can continue, which is already the greatest support given by the emperor. ”

Ma Du turned his head to look at Song Ke, and said angrily: "You don't seem to be surprised at all, didn't you expect it, and even wish you came early this day?" ”

"What do you say, otherwise why would we flatter the emperor with a shy old face."

"But why don't you tell me, let me be mentally prepared!"

Song Ke snorted, "It's not that you're young and vigorous and don't know anything, and you will break the jar and destroy the academy, you are not the only one here." ”

"But my heart is the most, I'm going to ruin it!" Madu roared in a rough voice, and strode away.

Song Ke muttered quietly, "Bastard, you have the ability to shout at the emperor." He turned around and walked back, shaking his head at the gentlemen of the academy.

Zhu Sheng said: "It's okay, Xuan Zhong is a smart person, he will figure it out." ”

Of course, Ma Du understood that in the era that was already extremely open in later generations, private schools had to have this branch and that branch, not to mention that in the feudal dynasty, facing Zhu Yuanzhang, a beast of power that raised imperial power to a new height.

He just can't get over this hurdle in his heart, since he came to this era, he has been doing all kinds of things, most of the times he is passive or forced, and the academy is almost the thing he has taken the initiative and worked hard to do well in his life, it can be said that he has really poured countless efforts.

But with a wave of the old vermilion brush, he let him take his hard work for himself, how could he not be sad. He didn't open the academy for the Zhu Dynasty, there is no iron-clad country in this world.

Of course, he is not to ignite the tree of science and technology so that Chinese civilization will no longer suffer, if a regime does not know how to improve, corrupt and incompetent, it will eventually be chased by other countries, and someone will be bullied with the atomic bomb in its arms.

The reason for opening the academy is only known to him, he only hopes that when Lao Zhu raises the butcher's knife, he doesn't have to escape to the vast sea in a small broken ship, and he has to get a steam engine if he doesn't have an ironclad ship. He didn't want to go to a wild place where his family wore animal skins and held a bone to fight for territory with the savages.

His strength alone is too small, he needs someone to follow, and he needs talents, and the academy is the cradle of talents, which makes him devote his efforts to it. Although he can still use the results of future research by the academy's training talents, the wound in his heart cannot be cured even if he drinks Yunnan Baiyao.

"Why did my husband come back so early today?" Song Shuang's hair was wet, and there was a faint fragrance on her delicate body, as if she had just taken a bath.

"Where's the kid?"

Song Shuang picked up the comb and combed her long black and shiny hair, "Take a bath with the big fish." ”

"You're really worry-free!" Madu sat down on the bed, "Come here, let me give me a hug!" ”

Song Shuang sat on Ma Du's lap, two jade arms hooked his neck to the fullest temptation, Ma Du buried his head in her arms and took a deep breath.

Song Shuang stretched out his hand and twisted it on his back, "You bad guy hasn't gotten dark yet, it's up to you, isn't the orchid perfume I used today smelling particularly good......

Before he could say anything, he began to untie his clothes, and his snow-white and straight chest immediately attacked, and Luo Tent pulled the two of them and rolled on the bed. Mado swore that he really wanted to seek a warm embrace to soothe his wounded heart, but he had to say that such a wife was so good.

This time, the academy enrolled more than 200 people, which is already the largest carrying capacity of the academy.

It's just that Mr. is really not enough this time, and after hanging the signboard of the Royal Academy, Zhu Sheng is not afraid to avoid suspicion, saying that he can recommend it to a few more disciples of the Academy. Lao Zhu didn't give him a chance, and pulled out more than a dozen people from the Hongwen Pavilion and threw them into the academy, which can be regarded as a solution to the urgent need.

It's a pity that no one knows how to do arithmetic, even if Ma Du and the little turtle are too busy to touch the ground, each class can only have a turn in two days for an arithmetic class. Ma Du had no choice but to pull out Hua Wei and Chang Sheng to save the scene, who told them that they were the best in mathematics except for the little turtle.

The two have completely different classroom styles, Hua Wei's classroom style is cold, standing on the podium with a cool look, if someone is naughty, he doesn't care, he just lectures by himself, but after class, he will definitely hand over a note full of names to Zhao Desheng.

As for Chang Sheng, it's the opposite, his class is very lively, and he often stages full martial arts, whoever doesn't listen to discipline will immediately clean up, but he doesn't use a ruler but a fist, quite his father's style, but when he met Chang Mao, he immediately confessed.

Zhu Biao is actually a master of arithmetic, but unfortunately he can't help and drags his feet. His Zuo Chunfang University Scholar is not a false title, but a subordinate official of the East Palace, or Zhu Biao specially asked Lao Zhu to give Zhu Biao a lesson.

Of course, let Ma Du teach arithmetic, and when it comes to Jingyi, Zhu Biao can throw him eighteen streets. Ma Du is lacking in skills, and he only goes to the East Palace once in ten days and a half months, Zhu Biao is very smart, and he can be said to be able to learn arithmetic at one point, which is much easier than the group of fools in the academy.

But Ma Du didn't want Zhu Biao to indulge in it, and the more he learned mathematics, the more addicted he became, so he often brought him some private goods, and talked about the geography and customs of mountains and rivers around the Ming Dynasty to broaden his horizons.

He didn't have time to look through the local chronicles, so he asked the gentleman of the academy to help prepare the lesson, and when he heard that it was for the prince, he was more active than teaching the students of the academy. Ma Du combined with what later generations knew, and spoke interestingly, Zhu Biao also listened to it with relish, and Lao Zhu and Ma Dajia both asked him why he wanted to tell Zhu Biao about this.

This also needs to be asked, if the prince of a country does not even understand his own country, why should he be a good emperor in the future. When Lao Zhu and his family heard this, they praised him rarely, Ma Dajia personally cooked a few side dishes, and Lao Zhu found good wine to drink with him.

These two are too realistic, they didn't even care about food the first two times, it seems that their parents are the same in ancient and modern times, and the emperor and queen are no exception.