The Tang army had not yet returned to the dynasty, and Li Er, the generalissimo, still had the right to recruit new soldiers, and early the next morning, a sign for conscription was erected under the study building. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why are you recruiting under the library?" The first time he recruited troops, Li Er was quite concerned about this matter, and he was very interested in following to see how this mercenary method was different from other methods.

"An army without culture can never be a strong army." Wang Mai brought out Taizu's theory again.

"You're going to recruit these gentlemen into the army?"

"That's right!" Wang Mai nodded, "It's a pity that there are too few scholars who are willing to join the army now, otherwise it would be best to recruit all the scholars." ”

"Ten years of hard work, how can anyone want to be Qiu Ba?" Li Er felt that Wang Mai was a little whimsical.

"Wang, you were born with a golden soup spoon since you were a child, and most of the scholars you come into contact with are also from famous families, and you don't know the difficulties of poor people's readers, although there are few readers in the country, but how can there be a hundred and eighty thousand, right? It is impossible for all of these people to enter the official career, and those who are lucky may sneak into the yamen and become a small official, if they are unlucky, they will be useless for life after studying, isn't it a pity? After Li Er became the emperor, he said something "all the heroes of the world are in my place", just a imperial examination, I thought that I had all the talents in the world, it was really narcissistic.

There is no noble son in the poor family, and the times create heroes, which has been the case since ancient times. If a scholar wants to succeed, he not only needs his own talent, but also needs the opportunity to come. Zhang Jiao, Huang Chao, Hong Xiuquan, these people are all frustrated people in the officialdom, and they haven't even touched the door of the officialdom, and they are the so-called unsuccessful talents. But history has shown that these people are not only powerful, but also terrifying.

"Does the king think the more talents, the better, or the less, the better?"

"Naturally, the more the merrier." Li Er said without thinking.

"Hehe...... Wang Mai smiled without saying a word.

"Could it be that the chief manager of the king has high insight?"

Wang Mai honestly said what he thought in his heart: "There is no way out for scholars except to be an official, which is very dangerous. ”

"This ......" Li Er heard this statement for the first time, "Mr. Wang always likes to worry about the sky, and this king only hates that there are too few virtuous people in the world!" ”

"Too few talents?" Wang Mai smiled, "There is a way to quickly create a lot of talents, I wonder if the king is interested?" ”

"What's the method?" Li Er hurriedly asked him.

"Compulsory education." Wang Mai said, "The imperial court will issue a decree to force the children of the people to enroll in school, and within ten years, it is estimated that His Royal Highness will be worried about too many talents." ”

"How can poor families afford the cost of students? The cost of pen, ink, paper and inkstone alone is not a small amount. Li Er shook his head, this Wang Mai's idea was too naïve.

"Do you have to use pen, ink, paper, and inkstone? Just find a carbon rod, a wooden board, and you can write, these are all readily available objects. ”

"Where did that gentleman come from?"

Wang Mai looked at the bustling scholars outside the library: "These people are free labor, let them go to the countryside to teach for two or three years, and when they come back to protect a small official, they will definitely break their heads and rush to go." ”

"The cost of students going to Beijing to take the exam is also huge."

"We're not going to train everybody to be officials, the lowest village schools, just to teach literacy and arithmetic. Then select the talented people to enter the county school, and then start formal education, and finally enter Beijing to take the exam is to go through layers of selection. ”

"Isn't it a pity that the rest of the people are left?"

"It's a pity, it's naturally good to be more literate, they can also learn on their own, and all walks of life will need these people in the future."

Li Erwenyan fell into deep thought, although Wang Mai's idea was rough, it was not without merit......

Wang Mai didn't expect Li Er to accept compulsory education now, promoting compulsory education is not at all what Li Er can do now, this huge plan must be supported by the imperial court, no matter how powerful he is, there are still two people pressing him on his head now, far from the time, and now mentioning this matter to him is just to test his thoughts.

The two chatted for a long time, but found that no one had signed up to join the army, and the notes of the recruits downstairs were about to be wilted, and they looked listlessly at the bustling crowd. It seems that these scholars still can't put down the shelves, and the scholars don't even bother to look at this side.

"You don't seem to have much support." Li Er also noticed the dilemma that the recruitment office had not yet opened.

Wang Mai slapped his thigh: "Please give me a pair of ink treasures to ensure that it will work immediately." ”

Li Er didn't refuse, he wanted to see if Wang Mai could magically save the defeat, so he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pen: "What to write?" ”

"A poem." Wang Mai said.

"What poem?"

"Why don't men bring Wu hooks? Collect Guanshan fifty states. Please come to Ling for the time being...... Forehead...... Yuntai Pavilion, if a scholar Wanhu Hou? "With a bald mouth, he almost said Ling Yan Pavilion, so he had to change it to Emperor Guangwu's Yuntai Pavilion.

"Good poetry!" Li Er exclaimed, "This poem is magnificent, and the author must be a person with great ambitions." Through contact with Wang Mai during this time, Li Er had an understanding of his serious knowledge, so he didn't think it was from his handwriting.

"It's a pity that this author has been depressed all his life and died young." Wang Mai told him about Li He's experience, but his name and age were hidden.

"Just because he avoided his father's name, he didn't go out of the priesthood, this person can't help but be a little pedantic." Li Er shook his head and sighed.

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and his hardships must not be for outsiders, and I just say this by hearsay, I really don't think so." Wang Mai's understanding of Li He was only a few poems and a few words about introducing his life in the textbook when he was in school, so he naturally did not dare to evaluate the "poet ghost" more. Now that I think about it, if I don't go out just because I avoid my father's name, then who still takes these names when they choose them, isn't this a desire to make trouble for their children and grandchildren?

Li Er's handwriting is really vigorous and powerful, and even Wang Mai, a calligraphy layman, has to admire.

"How?" Li Er looked at his work proudly.

"The king of trouble should settle down."

"This ......" Li Er hesitated for a while, wouldn't it be easy for people to misunderstand the suspicion of plagiarism?

"Those who are clear will be clear, and the king's payment will attract enough people to watch, and the effect will be the best." It doesn't matter if Wang Mai plagiarizes or not, anyway, Li He is the descendant of Li Er, and it is all their old Li family's own business, there is nothing wrong with it.