Li Xian, who was excited about her father, also understood.

But for her, it's just teaching people to read, it's nothing.

Like the Zhuge Chair, is that what the university asks, and:

"There is also a monthly subsidy for teaching people to read, and I can get 400 yuan a month."

Uncle Li waved his hand proudly:

"It's just four hundred dollars, it's okay if you don't want it, the important thing is to let the little lady be the seat!"

Li Xian's face was slightly hot, and she was embarrassed to say that she didn't think about it so much at that time, and it was completely because she was watching the fox sign up, so she wrote her name in the heat of her head.

After being excited, Uncle Li remembered:

"When the little lady goes to class, my father will cheer you on when the time comes."

Li Xian's face was slightly embarrassed, and she smiled:

"Zhuge asked me to teach calligraphy to the female paperworkers in the paper mill, where my father can't go."

"Paper mill?"

Uncle Li muttered for a while, his eyes moved to the side, and Li Jiaerlang hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of food in his mouth and said:

"I also heard from the manager that from next year, the papermaking process and papermaking specifications will be written into a book."

"At that time, literacy will also be included in the assessment, and only those who can read through the model book can be judged, and those who can recite can be stewards and supervisors."

"I think it's because of this that my little sister wants to be a chair in the paper mill."

The Li family on the side nodded and said:

"It's the same with the sugar mill."

This regulation is beneficial to him, because he already knows some words, and after the little sister enters the little school, he will also consult with the little sister at night and light the lamp to practice calligraphy.

Their family already had a little money, but now they have Botian, and Dalang Erlang is doing errands in the workshop, so they don't care about the lighting money at night.

Uncle Li stroked his beard and couldn't help but be a little glad that he was prescient, but fortunately, when he heard that there was an opportunity, he did not hesitate to send his little lady to study.

The grandmother on the street in the south shows off her daughter all day long and has a lot of money after becoming an embroidery girl, what is the use of it now?

If you want to get ahead, you still have to study!

Li Jiaerlang also came over at this time:

"My little sister also taught me a few more words at night?"

Before Li Xian could answer, Uncle Li furrowed his brows:

"With your lazy temperament, even if you know more than 200 words, how can you be in charge of the workshop and scourge the workshop?"

"With this kung fu, it is better to marry the widow as soon as possible and renew the incense to our Li family, which is the right reason!"

Faced with his father's fall, Li Jiaerlang shrank his head and handed his brother and sister a helpless expression.

The Li family is a little envious, but he also wants to get married.

But it's a pity that Dad resolutely turned away all the matchmakers, planning to wait for him to become a steward before finding a good match.

But who would have thought that those who work now have to take the school examination.

Is this really Yan Ruyu in the book?

The Li family had dinner behind closed doors and discussed the impact of the new regulations on their lives.

In the Chengdu Mansion, Kong Ming put a few pieces of sugar cubes in front of Liu Bei in turn.

Liu Chan's eyes lit up, and he reached out to get it, but he was held down by Kong Ming halfway:

"Adou, what's the difference between these pieces of candy?"

Flattening his mouth, Adou knew that Mr. would not be so kind.

Licking his lips, Adou still observed it carefully and said:

"Some are darker, some are redder; Some of the interiors are clearer, while others are invisible. ”

Kong Ming nodded and continued to ask:

"These candies are made by sugar mills in Chengdu, why is there such a difference?"

Adou lay on the table and looked at it closely:

"Maybe it's sugar cane different?"

Mr. Zhuge took him to see the sugar mill, so Adou knew where the sugar came from.

Kong Ming shook his head: "This batch of cane sugar is made of Nanguang sugarcane, and there is no difference. ”

"That'...... Is there a difference in the size of the sugar mill? ”

Kong Ming shook his head again: "The size of the Tangfang and the number of craftsmen are just related to the amount of sugar produced, how can we make very different sugar?" ”

Liu Chan understood: "That's because someone didn't make sugar well." ”

Kong Ming nodded:

"The sugar making method used in Chengdu is exactly the same, the sugar making utensils are not different, the sugarcane used is not good or bad, and the water used is also taken from the Minjiang River, so the sugar made should be the same or similar, right or not?"

Liu Chan nodded and listened to Mr. speak.

"Therefore, the difference is in people, some sugar workers feel that four hours when boiling syrup is too long, and one moment of water is too tiring, so it is not possible to see any difference between boiling for a moment and adding a bucket of water late."

A dou rules and regulations arched his hand:

"If the difference is a millimeter, Miao is a thousand miles, Liu Chan is taught, and he must remember to be cautious."

Kong Ming nodded, and then asked:

"Then Adou thinks, how should he be punished?"

Adou's brows furrowed, he carefully glanced at Mr. Zhuge and his father who didn't speak next to him, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind:

"The student thinks that the punishment is not deserved!"

"Oh?"

Kong Ming's voice couldn't hear joy or anger, but said lightly:

"Come on."

Adou hurriedly said:

"My husband took me to see the sugar mill before, and sugar making is already hard, and this is one."

"The gentleman also said that the sugar worker did not know that the finished product would be so different, and this is two."

Therefore, Liu Chan felt that instead of punishing, it was more important to let the sugar workers understand that the difference was a thousand miles away.

After finishing his thoughts in one breath, Liu Chan looked up at Mr. Zhuge nervously.

Kong Ming and Liu Bei glanced at each other, and Liu Bei smiled slightly:

"Adou, pick two pieces of cane candy and go out to play."

Adou was suddenly a little disappointed:

"Can't you take them all?"

Seeing that the smile was disappearing at the corner of his father's mouth, Adou hurriedly accepted it, picked two pieces of the best color, and ran out as soon as he slipped away.

Kong Ming finally shook his head and laughed, and Liu Bei looked helpless.

After laughing, Kong Ming said:

"That's why craftsmen need to read and write."

Liu Bei also understood at this time, nodded with emotion and said:

"What Adou said is correct, the way of craftsmanship is inevitably wrong if it is passed on by word of mouth alone."

"In peacetime, it is still like this, in troubled times, the master craftsman died in the ravine, and the craftsmanship was cut off, how sad?"

Kong Ming nodded silently, now that the troubled times have not ended, the lord's sigh can also be called empathetic.

"That's so."

Liu Bei remembered it and explained:

"It is appropriate to reward the students who take the initiative to teach the people to read and write, which not only comforts the people's hearts, but also allows students to make up for their families."

"As it should be, and ......"

Kong Ming nodded, and then remembered something and said:

"Ziqiao said that the little Taixue fox is quite outstanding."

"Although he has not been crowned, he is not weak at all when he talks eloquently when teaching, and he can be a good talent."

Hearing this, Liu Bei was very happy:

"In this case, tomorrow when I see his father, I will surely boast."

Although the life of this foxy father is poor, he is polite and observant, and has the style of a gentleman, which Liu Bei admires very much.

Before, I just heard that this fox Du was more brilliant in Xiaotaixue, but now I heard that he has this bearing, and he is really happy for the two grandchildren.

At the same time, I was also thinking in my heart that in two years, when this fox was older, I would be able to find something to do with him in the palace.

Now in troubled times, there is no need to wait for talents to be crowned before being appointed.

Isn't Champion Hou an example?

After making up his mind with Kong Ming about the workshop in Yizhou, Liu Bei looked at the vacant position beside him, and was already a little worried:

"I wonder how Zilong is now?"

Zhao Yun didn't think much about the lord at this time, and all his thoughts were on the green horse under his crotch.

The steed slammed again, trying to shake the man off his back.

But it was useless for Zhao Yun.

Even if you don't have a saddle, relying on your waist and hips alone to exert force is like pouring steel, and it is stable on the horse's back.

After two more hard struggles, the steed also subsided.

Seeing Zhao Yunfu leaning down and wrapping his arms around the horse's neck to comb his mane, Zhang Fei was a little envious:

"It's that simple?"

Zhao Yun's personal soldier next to him smiled:

"General Zhang, don't be deceived by this brute, this is resting."

After coming to the Northland, Zhao Yun's personal army was also much more lively, and at this time, someone took the initiative to tell Zhang Fei about the precautions for taming horses.

I heard that if you encounter an extreme fierce horse, you will have to come for half a day just to ride and toss like this.

And sure enough, even though Zhao Yun tried his best to communicate with the green horse, the horse didn't buy it at all, and when it was almost over, it started a new round of jumping.

Zhang Fei was speechless, looked at the horse that seemed to be crazy, and then looked at Zhao Yun, who was still as stable as Mount Tai without a useless saddle, and sighed:

"I can understand why Brother Zilong Xian wore three layers of pants before taming the horse."

As a result, Zhang Fei's side suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Some people even talked about their own observations:

"When we were in Liaodong, didn't we see people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and they were not eight feet tall, and they wanted to tame the dragon horse, but they were broken by the dragon horse, and the incense was cut off."

This dragon horse Zhang Fei knows that according to the distinction of "Zhou Li", a horse can be called a horse only when it is six feet high, a horse that is seven feet tall (the sound comes with the same sound), and eight feet as a dragon.

It's just that I didn't expect horse training to be so dangerous, so I was a little worried at the moment:

"Brother Long Xian ......"

Zhao Yun's pro-soldiers laughed:

"General Zhang, rest assured, my general hasn't done his best yet."

As he spoke, Zhang Fei saw that Zhao Yun, who was riding on the horse, shook his shoulders, tightened his legs, twisted his whole body, and exerted his strength just against the struggling horse, so the horse was pressed down, and he screamed.

This came a few more times, and it was not until half an hour later that the horse ceased to struggle after resting, and was convinced.

Zhang Fei is really envious now, this horse is the most miraculous horse in the batch sent by Han Sui Lao'er.

There are even more than 100 wild horses caught near Qinghai in this batch of Liangzhou horses, and Zhao Yun's crotch is one of them, which is why his temperament is very violent.

Han Sui is naturally so attentive to the conditions: Liangzhou is bitterly cold, and it is difficult to survive without the support of Liu Bei.

Grain, briquettes, cane sugar, weapons and armor are all needed, and the more the better.

Not far from Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun and others, Pang Tong and Cheng Gongying stood side by side.

"I have an appointment with General Zhengxi in advance, and I will not break my promise."

Now holding Hanzhong and Chengdu, and has been in business for a year, it is already in a state of overflowing grain, and exchanging grain for horses is no different from giving it away for nothing in Pang Tong's view.

"But, does General Zhengxi really plan to let that Yan Xing go?"

This is Pang Tong's biggest doubt now, and Yan Xing has written all his objections on his face.

Grain, grass, weapons, and cane sugar can be given to Han Sui, because he himself has not had a few years to live, and his son has not become a good man, and his subordinates will eventually return to Han.

But if this Yan Xing has evil intentions, gives Han Sui a knife, and takes his troops and pulls up Cao Qi, it will be troublesome.

Cheng Gongying said solemnly:

"The lord said that if you want to act, you should accept the hearts of talents, so you married a daughter in Yan Xing last month and entrusted you with a heavy responsibility."

Pang Tong's eyes widened and blurted out:

"Han Wen is about to be old!"

(End of chapter)