On the second day of the fourth month of the first year of Zhenguan, the dynasty on the fifth day was as busy and orderly as usual. The backlog of government affairs from the Zhengshi Hall and the prefectures and counties of the Tang Dynasty must be handled on this day, and the censors heard the rumors and reported the matter...

The first assessment of the Royal Medical College held yesterday was immediately discussed, especially the face-loving gentry, who was not ashamed of this.

"Life and death are small, but loss of integrity is big." The censors are obsessed with this.

But Li Shimin was like a foolish monarch who blocked the road of speech. He didn't care about being partial and secretly, but instead scolded them fiercely. The Royal Medical College was run privately. What does it have to do with you?

In fact, Li Shimin knew that this sentence was not tenable. He could understand that the favorable conditions offered by the Royal Medical College were of grade salary. Although it was not directly assigned to the court like the Imperial College, it was strictly a semi-official nature.

But... the key to the problem is that the dean of this college is the Supreme Emperor and the father of Li Shimin.

Even though the Supreme Emperor had no power, Li Shimin did not dare to stand in front of the Supreme Emperor and accuse him. What's more, he also vaguely believed that the assessment of the Captive Pig was the Supreme Emperor who damaged his reputation and made him feel relieved...

How could Li Shimin, who felt guilty in his heart, stand up and scold me?

After the storm at the Royal Medical College has been temporarily over, Li Shimin took the opportunity to throw out the "Praise of the Farmers" made by Prince Chengqian!

"Perfect Farmers" suddenly caused huge uproars in the court. If it were something like "Ode to the Goose", the court officials at most praised Prince Chengqian as a smart kid.

However, the meaning expressed by the four lines of "Praise the Farmer" cannot be underestimated.

Therefore, the morning court on April 2nd was just over, and in the afternoon of Chang'an, the bookshops were filled with scholars, competing to copy the poems circulating from the palace.

For a moment, women and children spread poems to compassionate farmers in any well in white clothes.

The Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty seemed to have emerged...

And just thirteen days later, on April 15th, another storm swept across Chang'an City!

Royal Medical College, Tingtao Pavilion.

"Brother Zhou, Mr. Ma's lecture was really too fast just now. There are still some shortcomings in my lecture notes. I wonder if I can learn from you, Brother Zhou..."

Seeing Zhou Han agreeing, a hint of joy appeared on his classmates' faces, and he hurriedly took the lecture notes from the table.

But before he could wait, he came over again, holding a few steaming white bread in his hand, and even had some meat in it.

"This is a specialty of Chang'an, Roujiamo. It is said that it was invented by the dean. Brother Zhou came from Luoyang. I couldn't help but be a boss and let you slaughter..."

"Thank you..." Zhou Han murmured, but only a long sigh remained on his lips.

Before leaving, his father Zhou Shunzi handed him the only thirty-two copper coins left in the family. Teacher Xu's family was not well paid, so he only asked his master's wife to bake a few cakes.

It is not easy to live in Chang'an. A month has passed. The cakes in his bookcase are dry and sour, but they can barely fool them with hot water.

But a few days ago, the cakes had been eaten up, and all the copper coins were left. Until a few days ago, I fainted from hunger in class...

The handouts in the thread-packed seals were almost never turned. What my classmates said was just an excuse to bring him food.

In the past few days, several classmates from Chang'an have used various excuses to distribute the food they gave to him.

Among them, the Roujiamo mixed with mutton is the most... It is worthy of being a specialty in Chang'an.

"There are some corn porridge here. I really don't like to eat these, but my mother insists on letting me bring them. Brother Zhou, if you don't dislike it, chew the bread and drink it!"

The classmate came over just now. There was a bowl of sticky and fragrant corn porridge in the exquisite lunch box, which was extremely tempting.

He sat cross-legged beside Zhou Han, and also began to chew on the food at the same time. He was not very elegant, just like most people in Guanlong, without hesitation, and said: "Brother Zhou, the stele of the Investigation of Things and the Glazed Chapter in it, has you studied the truth in it?

Tsk, the dean really invested a lot... Whenever you see something lean, you will write it on a scroll and hang it on a stone tablet... As long as you can comment, you will be rewarded with ten cents of money!

Ten guan coins, the dowry my mother brought back then was only hundred guan coins. You must know that my family is also a wealthy household in Chang'an..."

The dean is the Supreme Emperor, and this word makes the scholars of the academy feel more intimate.

Zhou Han was eating very slowly, even if he was hungry in his stomach, he still chewed slowly. If he didn't look at his shabby Confucian robe, he would definitely think that he was the legitimate son of a certain aristocratic family.

He whispered: "Brother Liu, Zhou has been carefully studying why ordinary gravel can be transformed into brilliant glass, from worthless to worth a thousand gold... If you have any doubts, you will definitely win. Zhou will definitely win today!"

The scholar, who was called Liu's classmate, finally noticed the scroll tightly between Zhou Han's abdomen.

The blank scrolls also require five copper coins for selling bookshops in Chang'an, which is really valuable.

"Then... I'm here to win the championship with Brother Zhou!" classmate teased.

After all the scholars from Tingtao Pavilion gradually left, Zhou Han wiped the rice stains on the corner of his mouth with a plain white linen cloth, and held the porcelain bowl of corn porridge to the edge of the pool, washed it clean, and put it in the exquisite lunch box.

Lunchbox will be taken by classmates tomorrow.

At this time, his eyes gradually condensed, he held the scroll tightly, and walked towards the stone tablet standing beside the Qujiang Pool.

The Monument to the Study of Things and Knowledge was erected by the Dean after returning from Wujia Village fifteen days ago.

The front is the stele of the object, and the back is the sect of knowledge.

The stele of the things used to write about the problems in nature. The one that is most talked about is the glazed chapter written by the dean, "How can the sand on the bottom become glazed glass with a thousand gold?"

The Zhizhi Monument has several hanging baskets on it to hold the opinions written by the scholars. On the side, the reward for answers is engraved, "But those with some leanness will be rewarded with ten cents!"

Today, what Zhou Han wanted to go to was Zhizhi Monument, which was behind the Monument of Gewu, and tiptoed to put the scroll he wrote in a hanging basket.

He said in a deep voice: "I, Zhou Han, are the gravel on the soles of this foot, not worth a penny, but who can know my tomorrow?

Jiang Shang was still a fisherman at the age of 80. He fished in the Wei River. Finally, when King Wen of Zhou was waiting, Guan Zhong was poor and needed help from Bao Shuya. Ke Zi said: "We are not good at Guan Zhong, we are wearing a left-sided hair!

This glaze of gold, which is transformed from sand and gravel, will be like this!"

After saying that, he shook his sleeves hard, his eyes were like stars, and his head was raised and his chest was raised and he walked back to Tingtao Pavilion.

Tingtao Pavilion, when you hear the waves of the world, you live alone in a quiet room!
Chapter completed!