The day of the school has finally arrived.

The first day of the course took place in the open space in front of the lobby of the Privy Council.

A hundred or so low tables are lined up one after another, and the children who come to class sit on the floor, and they don't feel very cold in the warm morning sun.

At these low tables, an equal number of chairs were placed, which was reserved for the observers. There were not only local people but also scholars from other places who heard the news, but the family members of the participants were the most involved.

Openly recruiting new students to all school-age children and exempting them from tuition fees has been unheard of for hundreds of years. In addition, the news of the boycott of the Office Bureau gradually spread, and everyone's curiosity about the school reached a peak. There were more people who applied to audit than the children who signed up, and there was not even an empty chair in the hundreds of chairs.

At the same time, Zhou Dacai also chose a teahouse closest to the bureau as his counterattack. In order to increase the momentum, he took the entire third floor down, and invited many poor scholars who usually don't pay attention to it at all, to add a torch to this righteous move.

Of course, the other aspect is also for their own safety.

Scholars will not be convicted for their words, this is a law set at the beginning of the founding of the Great Apocalypse, but the Privy Council does not play its cards according to common sense, what if the old story is exposed and becomes angry and wants to find someone to vent his anger? Obviously, it is the safest way to share the risk with more people. Zhou Sheng did not forget the essence of the Privy Council - the alchemists were executioners who had been granted privileged powers, and their abilities could be used to deal with evil spirits, and naturally they could also be used to kill people.

He didn't want to be remembered by a high-grade alchemist.

"Brother Zhou, the school seems to have started teaching. Someone leaned against the railing and looked out.

The best thing about this teahouse is that you can get a glimpse of the inner part of the palace by jumping over the walls of the privy council with the help of a three-storey building. Although it is separated by most of the street, with the goggles in the West Pole, you can barely see the movement of people in the open space.

"Everyone must be ready, right?" Zhou Sheng looked at the crowd.

"Don't worry, you can't wait. "The invitees are gearing up, and in addition to fame, fame is also very important. If you can add a story to your biography about the defeat of the Privy Council, it means that you will have a light on your face when you say it, and you may be able to make a great achievement in the future.

After all, anyone who knows a little about current affairs knows that the contradiction between the six departments of the imperial court and the Privy Council is not a matter of one or two days.

"Hey, look at the ...... on the roof of the lobby," Hu Gongzi suddenly shouted, "There seems to be a woman standing there, who looks like a Peugeot!"

"Where, where?" As soon as they heard this, everyone couldn't help but stir, and their interest was even a little more than Wen Dou.

Zhou Sheng also subconsciously aimed the lookout mirror at the top of the lobby of the command department.

The other party was really right.

Under the blurred vision, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the ridge of the roof, dressed in a snow-white robe waving in the wind, like a fairy who is not close to the fireworks in the world. Even if she can't see the whole picture clearly, this temperament alone is enough to make people feel that she is outstanding.

Zhou Sheng was unexpectedly jealous.

This person will stand on the top floor of the Privy Council, but I am afraid that she is also a member of the Fang Shi, in other words, she is either Xia Fan's subordinate or the guardian of the Privy Council, and either one has a lot to do with Xia Fan.

and the princess Guangping, who is petite and has no inferior facial features......

Xia Fan, why is he?

and Liu Ruyan......

This woman had an affair with Fu Cheng was a rumor that he planned to spread, but in fact, he already had a similar speculation in his heart. No matter how ridiculous the Jinxia Affairs Bureau, or the Privy Council behind it, it is also an institution that can be put on the table, and it is not a place where lowly Qinglou women can mix in. If it weren't for Liu Ruyan's special relationship, how could the academy raise her to such a high position?

As soon as he thought of this, the annoyance in his heart was even worse, "Okay, it's better for everyone to focus on business." ”

"Liu Ruyan is out!" was the first target discovered by Hu Gongzi.

The students with the lookout glasses immediately adjusted their vision, "Is that the slut who betrayed Brother Zhou?"

"Why is there so many people behind her?"

"Wait, what's in the cart?"

The child sitting on the straw mat stood up and was guided to the cart, from which he got plates, chopsticks and other things.

"They're going to ...... Eat?" someone wondered.

As it turns out, this is really the case. I saw the children pass by the cart one by one, receive their own food, and then return to their seats to bury their heads in eating.

What is this......

Everyone looked at each other, wanting to say something, but they didn't know where to speak.

It's natural to eat when you're hungry, but shouldn't this be done before you come to the school?

Reading the books of sages is a solemn thing, it is an ancient method to bathe and burn incense before the start of class, and now it is understandable that you can't do it, no one will blame them for not following the rules, but is it too maverick to eat breakfast directly in the school?

"Sensationalism!" finally Chen Gongzi concluded.

Fortunately, it took about two quarters of an hour for this unexpected episode, and they finally waited for what they wanted to see - Liu Ruyan stood in front of the children, opened the book, and began to teach the first enlightenment lesson of the school.

At this distance, it was impossible to see exactly what she taught, and everyone was waiting for her classmates in the audience to bring them first-hand information.

Around the clock, there was a brief pause in the square.

The readers in the teahouse also waited for the class record to be transmitted back from the front.

However, when Zhou Sheng spread out the messenger, the onlookers couldn't help but be dumbfounded-what are these strange symbols talking about?

The letter was written in Zhuyin, but everyone present had never seen such Zhuyin!

Could it be that Liu Ruyan's attainments are so high that he can invent a new set of phonetic rules on his own? Looking at the entire history, only a very small number of great Confucians have been able to do this.

"Don't care!" Zhou Sheng said in a deep voice, "Whether the phonetic method is good or not has to go through the test of time." She can't just teach pronunciation and not poetry and chapters, we just have to continue to wait for the opportunity. ”

But the truth did not develop as he thought, and a quarter of an hour later, it was no longer Liu Ruyan who re-ascended the podium, but another woman.

She calls herself the chief engineering consultant of Her Royal Highness the princess and the head of the New Machinery Bureau, Mo Yun.

Although she didn't know what these titles meant, this person's status was clearly extraordinary, and she was responsible for teaching arithmetic.

This time, the letter sent to the teahouse was much shorter.

Probably because the transcriber himself was shocked by what Mo Yun said, and on the second page, he simply summarized it into one sentence: this method seems to be quite different from the current arithmetic technique, but the more I listen to it, the more reasonable and complete it feels. It's just that there are still many incomprehensible points below, so I won't continue to elaborate, so as not to laugh at the generosity and mislead you. ”

Zhou Sheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

By noon, there was a second meal in the school.

Although there are a lot of snacks and pastries in the teahouse, the atmosphere in the air is obviously a little depressing-everyone was holding back their stomachs of ink, ready to rely on their talents and writing to discern Liu Ruyan, who represented the bureau, and became famous, but now the ink has been dried several times, and not a word is written on the white paper in front of them.

Finally, the afternoon class started, and the third person on the stage exceeded everyone's expectations.

The other party is none other than the Privy Council, the founder of the Bureau, Xia Fan.

The course he taught was called Gewu.