"Everyone line up!"

"Yes, yes, get in line!"

Lao Li Tou relied on his advantage of being close to Chu Ze and squeezed into the first position.

provoked a lot of people to call him shameless.

But Lao Li turned a deaf ear.

What's wrong with being scolded a few words?

Perfunctory.

"Dean, please look," Chu Ze was in front of a very good growing seedling, under the green leaves, there were a few red fruits, which looked like strawberries, "This is a plant that we accidentally found outside the palace before, this red fruit can be eaten, sour, do you want to taste it?" Lao Li picked a red fruit and looked at Chu Ze with a smile.

Chu Ze: "......"

Chu Ze didn't really want to eat it.

He took the red fruit and looked at it over and over: "What is this?" ”

"It's called a raspberry."

Groundberries?

Isn't that a strawberry?

Chu Ze remembered that there were indeed strawberries in the Ming Dynasty, but the strawberries at this time were still very primitive varieties.

In other words, strawberries are not tasty now.

Chu Ze didn't want to eat much in the first place, and now he has no desire to eat.

He stuffed the strawberry back into Lao Litou's arms and said, "Don't try it, this fruit is very sour when you smell it." If you really want it to be a finished product, take the time to improve the variety. Not one. ”

Lao Li took the strawberry, and his face collapsed suddenly.

He pinched the red fruit, aggrieved like an angry bag: "But we think this taste is okay, although it is a little astringent......"

Chu Ze: "...... astringent, do you dare to bring it to us to eat?"

It's a big head.

Chu Ze stayed in the test field for several days.

He looked at everyone's achievements these days, and although there were some completely useless things, there were also a lot of good things.

In fact, what surprised Chu Ze the most was the sugar.

He looked at the snow-white sugar, patted the discoverer on the shoulder approvingly, and said, "Let's give you credit." ”

White sugar is a good thing, not only to eat, but also to military supplies.

After mass production, it can be distributed to the army.

This has to be told to Zhu Yuanzhang.

But before he could reach the imperial study, he was pulled away by Zhu Rong.

"What are you doing, what should you do if you pull and pull and misunderstand? You don't want to be innocent, we want it. Chu Ze shook off Zhu Fan's hand, straightened his sleeves, looked at him with disgust, and asked, "What's so urgent, as for running here to catch people?" ”

"Of course that's a big deal." Zhu Zhang's expression was a little serious.

Chu Ze looked at him suspiciously: "What's the big deal." ”

"You didn't ask us to recruit a few gentlemen and students to teach, did you?"

Chu Ze nodded: "Is there anything wrong with this?" ”

Just recruit a few teaching gentlemen and students, post the notice, and then do a simple interview, and you can get it.

This is not a difficult matter, so Chu Ze handed it over to Zhu Fan to do.

And now there are people recruited, and when the school is built, it can be opened directly.

What Chu Ze is paying attention to now is efficiency.

Could it be that such a simple thing can still produce moths?

It turns out that Chu Ze really guessed correctly.

It's really a moth.

And it's not small.

Zhu Fan didn't have time to stand here and chat with anyone now, so he pulled people out of the palace while talking to Chu Ze about the current situation.

According to Chu Ze's meaning, after Zhu Fan wrote out the recruitment notice, he immediately posted it everywhere.

The appointment was that their publicity was not in place enough, and for several days, there was no one who came to ask.

Little by little, the school is taking shape.

But none of the teachers and students were recruited.

This is very frustrating.

So, Zhu Fan came up with a trick to let people beat gongs and drums to publicize the sky.

Even in several surrounding towns, Zhu Fan sent people.

This time, someone came to ask.

Zhu Fan was very happy and warmly received them.

But these people who had already negotiated the land turned around and told Zhu Fan that they were not coming.

When I asked why, those people didn't say anything, in short, it was "we don't want to come".

Zhu Fan has never been played with like this.

But Zhu Fan was afraid of causing trouble for Chu Ze, so he just had to endure it.

Anyway, there are so many people in the world, if one or two don't come, they won't come, and he can still beg them to come.

It was only later that Zhu Fan found that the problem had become a big problem.

Not to mention that the number of people who came to consult gradually decreased, let's just say that those who were originally good have all regretted it one after another.

Zhu Fan immediately realized that something was wrong.

He ordered someone to detain a few people who rebelled, and only after this trial did he realize that someone was slandering them behind their backs. said that their school should not be in accordance with the mandate of heaven, and it is not in line with the will of the people, and they are purely nonsense, spreading crooked theories and heresies, trying to subvert the Ming Dynasty and drag the whole world to the ground again in the chaos of war.

Originally, it was just said that the people might not pay attention to it.

The people, what they think about the most is that they can live well now.

What destiny is the will of the people, it doesn't matter to them.

But the man told the people, that this school had sinned against the gods, and that whoever entered it would surely be damned.

Then the people were afraid.

Those are honest people, living down-to-earth, who wants to be punished suddenly?

Don't say that it was those teaching gentlemen who applied for the job, and even their workers left a lot.

If it was just like this, Zhu Fan would not alarm Chu Ze.

He also has a way to solve these ways of fooling the people with these ghosts and gods.

But what he was helpless about the most was that since ten days ago, many famous Confucian families had gathered near the school to go on hunger strike.

There are a lot of people here who are famous all over the world.

If something happens, it will be drowned by the spitting stars, even if it is not their fault.

Zhu Fan couldn't solve this matter, so he could only ask Chu Ze to come forward.

Chu Ze was silent for a moment, and then said quietly: "I heard that the incense in Lei Bao'en Temple has always been very good, because the Bodhisattvas in the temple are very spiritual, right?" ”

Zhu Fan looked confused: "Yes, but, but this is the same as what we just said...... Does it matter? ”

"Nope." Chu Ze shook his head, his expression was serious, and said, "We just want to, we probably bumped into a bad star recently, and we want to go to goodbye and go to bad luck." ”

First Zuo Chong, then he had no money, and now he is a famous Confucian who is making trouble.

Isn't this bad luck?

Chu Ze kept his face calm and jumped out of the carriage.

Zhu Zhang, who was following behind Chu Ze, was silent for a moment.

He walked up to Chu Ze, patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, and said, "When this is over, let's go with you." ”

Chu Ze glanced at him and ignored him.

The garden where the school was built was located at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, and the road that Chu Ze stepped on led to the entrance of the garden.

A place where few people come on weekdays is now lively, surrounded by a large group of people.

These people are talking to each other, pointing at them from time to time.

Chu Ze glanced at it twice, and then motioned to Zhu Fan to open the way.

His Royal Highness Zhu, the prince of Zhu Zheng'er's Eight Classics, became the descendant of the Dao.

Zhu Rong: "......" gestured with his middle finger, turned his head and honestly stepped forward to open the way, "Let's let go, Lord Chu is here!" ”

(End of chapter)