Bai Henian pondered for a long time, and finally nodded under the eager gaze of the other lecturers, and everyone present broke out into a burst of cheers, only Bai Henian and Zhu Gui could still be calm.

And they don't know what that will mean.

On the same day, the acting king and the acting princess participated in the centennial celebration of Bailu Academy, and a total of hundreds of students dressed neatly and performed a big play in a classical way.

Among them, there are many high-ranking officials and gentry from other states and counties and even prefectures and counties.

But Zhu Gui was about to fall asleep.

He found an excuse to get rid of these people and walked alone on the outskirts of Yingzhou with two personal soldiers.

The weather was sunny on this day, which was a rare good weather after continuous heavy rain.

There are many farmers still working hard in the fields.

They didn't see the young man in civilian clothes in front of them as the acting king.

However, such a leisurely time did not last long, and soon Xu Miaoqing came over.

"Hey, Zhu Gui, it's rude for you to leave like this, you know? It's going to be discussed. ”

Xu Miaoqing is a beautiful lady for everyone, and she has been very aware of understanding this aspect since she was a child.

But Zhu Gui said disapprerovingly: "That kind of energy-consuming scene is not suitable for this king." ”

"Then this is the place for you?" Xu Miaoqing negative airway.

"Yes, you look at these fertile fields, and farmers, this is the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, and they don't have too much demand for this country, as long as they can meet their living needs, they will look to whom, and the one who can do this is Mingjun."

Zhu Gui felt it for a while, and couldn't help but talk eloquently.

"Be quiet, as a vassal king, it's inappropriate for you to talk about state affairs."

Xu Miaoqing reminded.

Zhu Gui nodded and didn't continue, but his gaze crossed the land in front of him and drifted to the grassland.

That is the future of the Ming Dynasty.

In the afternoon of the same day, the acting king returned to Datong Mansion.

After sending Xu Miaoqing back, he came to the Datong Chamber of Commerce and asked people to invite the owners and masters of all the workshops in Datong Mansion.

After a stick of incense, about fifty people gathered in the hall of the Chamber of Commerce, and many of them could only stand outside the door.

But that didn't detract from the reverence in their eyes for the only person sitting in the room.

Zhu Gui didn't put up the score, but asked someone to bring the box, stood on it and said loudly: "Everyone, Datong Mansion can have today's achievements thanks to your hard work during this time. ”

"However, you can't be satisfied with the current results, this king still has one thing to ask for here, that is, the workshop please send several skilled craftsmen to teach students in the school."

After Zhu Gui finished speaking, the room of people who were still very excited immediately became in a commotion.

"What? Did I hear me right? Let's go and teach the students? ”

"yes, what can we teach? Do you teach them carpentry or how to raise silkworms? ”

"That's not good, my craft is ancestral and will never be passed on."

If it weren't for Zhu Gui, the prince, who was still standing here, I'm afraid that these people would have turned around and left long ago when they heard these words.

Zhu Gui seemed to have expected the scene in front of him.

He waited for everyone to discuss it before he re-said: "Don't get me wrong, let you send craftsmen to teach students in order to develop industry and commerce, so that there will be more skilled workers, and your workshop can also be more efficient." ”

At this moment, a tall, thin and hunchbacked old man walked out.

"Lord Wang, little old man, interrupt, all of us have apprentices, since we can cultivate in the workshop, why do we have to go to the academy?"

"Yes, the lack of a few craftsmen will delay the production of our workshop."

"We haven't completed our order this month."

When the people heard the old man's words, they began to talk again.

"Silence."

The guards beside Zhu Gui shouted loudly.

Then the people stopped talking.

Zhu Gui said: "That's a good question, but after all, the number of apprentices in the workshop is limited, and the qualifications of the apprentices are also uneven. ”

"At the same time, if the craftsman can write a book on the art skills he knows, there will be additional merchants on behalf of the royal palace, and if other workshops use the art skills in the book in the future, they can charge a certain fee."

Zhu Gui wanted to put forward the concept of 'patent', so that those craftsmen with unique skills would no longer hide their secrets, and it would also increase their enthusiasm.

Sure enough, after Zhu Gui finished speaking, everyone discussed it again.

However, what they discussed this time was how much benefit they could get from their craftsmanship according to the king.

And the results of the discussion also led them to discover that some skills are better to write as early as possible, so that they can get a head start.

It's just that many of these craftsmen can't even write, let alone write books.

Someone raised this, and Zhu Gui also gave a complete solution, that is, those who need it can put it forward to the Daiwangfu, and the Daiwangfu will cooperate with Bailu Academy, and after the review, a special person will be sent to provide services for the craftsmen who want to write books.

After this meeting, although there were still many craftsmen who did not want to disclose their performances, they did not refuse other plans of the royal palace.

So after the ranks, these workshops actually submitted a list of more than 100 people.

Zhu Gui was very satisfied with this.

He asked someone to find the county guard Zhang Mao and talk to him about the promotion of the school.

Zhang Mao didn't dare to slack off, and immediately promised to send someone to choose a site.

As for the formulation of the relevant school system, as well as the work planning of the workshop craftsmen, Zhu Gui had to complete it by himself.

It took three days for Zhu Gui to walk out of the study.

"Ah, it's finally done, I don't know how the preparation is going in the academy."

Zhu Gui was just about to ask someone to clean up for himself, when he saw Steward Wang hurriedly walking in.

"Lord Wang, you have finally come out, and the imperial history sent by the imperial court for disaster relief has been waiting for you for a day."

"Disaster relief? Where is he now? ”

Zhu Gui remembered that Zhang Mao seemed to have mentioned this matter to him.

"Zhang Junshou is accompanying him to inspect the fields, this imperial historian's temper is not very good, and he threatens to go to other states and counties if he can't see the prince in half a day."

Steward Wang explained.

"Oh, what a big temper, this king will take a look when he arrives, who dares to show me a face in this king's territory, and order someone to call them over."

Zhu Gui felt a little unhappy in his heart.

After half a pillar of incense, Zhu Gui has finished grooming and regained his former look.

It just so happened that the disaster relief emperor also entered Datong Mansion accompanied by Zhang Mao.

"Where is the king?"

As soon as this imperial historian entered the door, he shouted at the top of his voice.

This frightened both Zhang Mao and Steward Wang.

Zhu Gui walked to the door and looked out, a weak scholar with a white face and thin flesh, dressed in a red official mansion, standing in the courtyard with his hands tied and looking at him.