Speaking of the main hall, Zhu Su remembered Yao Guangxiao's words. Yao Guangxiao once suggested to himself that it would be best to move the location of the princes' education from the main hall in the palace to the imperial village under Bifeng Mountain.

Zhu Su was deeply convinced of this policy. Pull a group of princes all here, and he won't be so dazzling. The education of the prince is the responsibility of Queen Ma, and this matter happened to Queen Ma.

Of course, he had to change the reason, and Zhu Su thought of many reasons, such as being a prince who has lived in the deep palace for a long time, it is easy to detach from the masses and it is not easy to understand the people's feelings, and reading stupid books in the main hall will only be rigid in thinking, and he must accept new ideas more, and living indoors for a long time is not conducive to physical and mental health...... Say one thing at a time.

"Di'er asked you to come, right?" Queen Ma chuckled. "He has often come to make trouble these days, saying that you are lonely in the imperial village, and he, who is an elder brother, should accompany you. I see, he's just tired of reading every day in the main hall! ”

He sighed as he spoke. "Ever since you told your father about the afterlife, he has snubbed Di'er. Thanks to Di'er, he himself understands, and he doesn't blame your father in his heart after all. He shook his head. Thinking that it would be good to let Zhu Di go out of the palace and be with Zhu Su. "Mother will discuss it with your father. The young princes and princesses can't live without their mothers, and it's not good to go out of the palace and live alone, so it's okay for your brothers to come. ”

"If your father agrees, he will let the princes and princesses of Mengmeng go to your imperial village to be your companion!"

"Great! Thank you. Zhu Su was overjoyed. Queen Arima spoke, and this matter was counted!

"You should take care of your own business now!" Queen Ma suddenly changed the topic and stared at Zhu Su solemnly. "The daughter of the Xu family is very close to her mother's liking. I saw her as a daughter-in-law early on. ”

"The only people who are suitable to marry him are the fourth child and you, you have to take down that girl!"

"If my daughter-in-law flies and marries someone else, don't call me a mother in the future!"

Queen Ma actually knows about this! Zhu Su's face was suddenly embarrassed, this time he was not only in the holy order, but also in Yi's order, and fled from Kunning Palace after muttering a few words.

Leaving Queen Ma laughing very happily inside.

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After winter, Bifeng Mountain is not too bleak, and the mountain forest is still lush and green, but there are a few more shades of yellow color. In front of the village, there are several farmers cleaning up the dirt and fallen leaves on the road. This cement road is sturdy and easy to clean, and the dirt roads in the past become sticky as soon as they get a little rainwater, and stepping on them is not only disgusting but also useless.

How good is this cement road, don't say a little rain is to carry water to wash is fine, such a good road is the imperial capital Yingtian City is also not, how can the farmers not take care of it? On weekdays, when you step on the cement road, you have to clean the dirt on the soles of your shoes on the side of the road, so you dare to step on the road carefully. I'm afraid that this beautiful cement tunnel will be stained with a trace of dust!

Those outsiders who killed a thousand knives were stained with yellow mud on the soles of their shoes, and they were embarrassed to step on our cement road with their burdens, and they couldn't drive away from our Suwangzhuang stalls with shy faces!

The farmers of Zhuangzi became more and more energetic, and they looked down on those sloppy outsiders more and more. Under the supervision of the Zhuang heads with red armbands, the inside of the Zhuangzi can be called spotless, and some people hiding in the woods must be outsiders. Those who go down to the river to bathe will be chased by old people with sticks for three or four streets. The prince said, this is all a means to keep Zhuangzi from the plague, those outsiders are messing around in our Zhuangzi, isn't this harming our Zhuangzi from the plague?

The prince is righteous! I thought that if there was a prince in Huangzhuang, he would inevitably have to be a blessing on our bitter heads, but the prince of our Han people is different from those Yuan people, and it is righteous to our own family! Not to mention the construction of such a big and lively market, the people who come here every day to listen to books and eat wine do not know how many, and make some cooking cakes to sell on the cement road during the slack time are enough to go home and repair the house.

The prince has made a big store for us to sell some of the products in the field. As long as the things are sent to the gate of the palace, there is naturally the steward of the Huangzhuang according to the market price to pay the money and deliver the goods with one hand, in the past, if you want to sell some local products, you have to carry the burden into the city early in the morning to catch up with the market, not to mention the time-consuming and laborious not to mention that it may not be sold out, this is the prince with us these farmers to make a fortune! How could there be such a good thing in the past?

Not to mention that the prince also allocated cement from the cement kiln in the Zhuangzi for the villagers to build houses, and the houses built with cement are smooth and solid, not to mention that they are warm in winter and cool in summer. As long as you are willing to do it, the prince will buy so many properties for Zhuangshang, which one can't earn a cement house?

Even the prince of the farmer's field took into account, and the black mud of the unknown thing was poured into the field under the arrangement of the steward of the imperial village, and the cultivated land that used to be like yellow sand gradually became as if it could be used to produce grease. Although it is not yet known how many crops can be produced in such a fertile field, the farmers are full of hope for the upcoming spring ploughing.

The farmers affectionately call this place "Suwangzhuang". Why isn't it called Wu Wangzhuang? Our Zhuangzi is the root of His Royal Highness, although this is not His Highness's fief, but His Royal Highness is our prince, why do you have to call His Royal Highness King Wu according to the fief? So I don't know which farmer took the lead, and the villagers began to call Zhu Su the prince of Su instead of the king of Wu.

What moved the farmers even more was that Prince Su even considered the children's interest when they grew up, and specially built a school to read and write for the children. This is a nest in the Zhuangzi, you must know that in this era of the early Ming Dynasty, those who can read are all stars in the hearts of the people, Zhu Su actually wants to let the dolls in the Zhuangzi all read, this is a great thing that the ancestral tomb does not dare to think of when it comes to green smoke!

After the news came out, several villagers took their families to the door of Zhusu Mansion to kowtow to the prince on the same day.

Zhu Su has a headache now. It is good to popularize education in Zhuangzi, and he is now more and more dissatisfied with those craftsmen sent by the palace, not to mention that those officials of the Ministry of Industry always think that he is a child who violates his instructions, but also that those craftsmen always do their own thing behind closed doors, and they all hide their experience for fear of being known by others and Zhu Su. Blast furnace steelmaking and other technologies have been explored until now, but none of them have made progress.

On the contrary, the glass kiln run by the disabled military households and the cement kilns made by the idle farmers of the Zhaozhao Farmers have become better and better in output and high quality each time.

These craftsmen in the Ministry of Industry are not useful, and they always feel that they are stumbling themselves due to some political reasons, or they should cultivate their own scientific talents. So Zhu Su set his sights on education, the so-called sharpening knives do not mistakenly chop wood, teach a group of talents with advanced knowledge to come out, and he can be more leisurely, right?

But the most difficult problem he didn't expect was that now the school was built and there were students, but ...... But there is a shortage of teachers!

The children of those Zhuang families have never even gone to school, let alone studied mathematics and physics, and they don't even know the words. Teenagers still have to start teaching from the recognition of words one by one, even if Zhu Su wants to teach in pinyin himself, but he is iron and can hit a few nails?

Thinking about pulling Li Jinglong, Fang Xiaoru and others into the water, but even if all the literate people in the Zhuangzi are pulled up, they are only ten fingers, how can they teach the children in the village of nearly 100 people?

(End of chapter)