My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 55 Everything is inferior, only reading is superior.

A few quarters of an hour later, a strange scene appeared in the lobby of the palace.

Lu Fei held the gun and kept disassembling it, taking a part from time to time, lost in thought.

Mr. Yin and Yang, Lu Yang, squatted on a chair with no image, holding elementary chemistry, frowning and thinking for a while, suddenly enlightened for a while, and laughed for a while.

And at the door, Gao Wu, a muscular man, was holding a basic mechanical atlas and a stick in his hand, and kept making comparisons on the ground.

Seeing the three of them completely attracted, Zhu Gaoyu secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Grateful for the almighty space.

So many years have passed, Zhu Gaoyu has already thrown all the knowledge he has learned to the teacher.

But with more and more space and fields, Zhu Gaoyu's memory began to slowly recover under the blessing of some magical power.

The memories of school, the video news and materials I usually watch are gradually emerging in my mind one by one.

The elementary chemistry in Lu Yang's hands is the middle school chemistry knowledge that Zhu Gaoyu copied down from memory.

I dare not say that it is 100% similar to the content in the book, but Zhu Gaoyu can guarantee about 90%.

Like those uncertain things, he will also clearly mark them in the book.

What I know is that it is clearly written, and even very considerate, changing the mistake in the name.

After all, the knowledge comes from later generations, and there are many names that are different from the current ones. If they are copied from the original and no one explains it, the people who read it will definitely be confused.

In order to save trouble, Zhu Gaoyu changed the names of some materials to names that people in Ming Dynasty could understand.

Zhu Gaoyu also changed the names of the foreigners in the book.

What Newton, what Madame Curie, changed to Fuxi and Nuwa, these ancient masters.

What, Newton discovered gravity?
Obviously it was me, Emperor Fuxi, who accidentally discovered it when I was studying the gossip. It has nothing to do with a surnamed Niu.

Yes, that's it for sure, nothing wrong with it.

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clang clang...

"Pay attention to every household. The imperial court sent people down to announce something important, and it's a good thing. All the heads of each household gathered under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village."

In Liujia Village, ten miles away from Jinling, the head of the village held a gong and yelled while beating it.

Taking advantage of the coolness in the morning, the villagers who had just come back to rest after going to the field came out curiously and asked the village chief what was going on.

"Oh, you don't need to ask me, you all go to gather under the big pagoda tree at the entrance of the village. I don't know too much, but it's definitely a good thing, everyone hurry up!"

The village head, who was still waiting to notify the others, waved the gong and hammer in his hand to the surrounding villagers, beat the gong, and went to call others.

Soon, under the big pagoda tree at the entrance of the village gathered a small group of people.

"Third brother, I heard that the imperial court has started construction in many places recently, and the south is still fighting. Do you think you will come over and issue more corvees?"

"It's hard to say, it's probably possible."

"Hey, the grass at home hasn't been hoed yet. If they are forced to go to corvee, this year's harvest will be over again."

"It's not a big deal, but you can't do it if you don't go. If you escape from the army, the whole family will suffer."

With the discussion, the mood of the villagers became more and more depressed.

"It's all quiet, it's all quiet..."

After shouting, the village head returned to the entrance of the village, knocked on the gong in his hand to the people who were talking in a low voice, and kept everyone quiet.

When the villagers calmed down and looked at the village head, they saw the village head with a few people standing on the millstone under the big locust tree.

The leader was a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper, and behind him were several soldiers in military uniforms.

The hearts of the villagers sank, and some people began to suspect that these people might really be called for corvée.

"Master Zhang, everyone is here."

When everyone quieted down, the village chief bowed to the butler with a flattering face.

"There is Village Chief Laoliu."

The housekeeper smiled and cupped his hands, and said loudly to all the villagers: "Villagers, my surname is Zhang Ming'an, and I am the steward of the Yue Palace."

"This time I came to Guicun, not to represent the imperial court to collect corvee, so don't worry everyone."

The villagers were secretly relieved to hear that they were not conscripted.

As long as it is not corvee, everything else can be discussed.

"Is such that."

Zhang An coughed lightly, and cupped his hands in the direction of Jinling.

"My Royal Highness, the King of Yue, wanted to set up a craftsman camp according to His Majesty's will, but there were not enough people, so I asked someone to go to each village to recruit people who are willing to work in the craftsman camp."

"What, go to be a craftsman!"

Just as Zhang An started talking, exclamations came from below.

The Ming Dynasty implemented a household registration system, and soldiers entered the military household registration, and craftsmen entered the craftsman registration.

Once this household registration is settled, it will not only follow the person for the rest of his life, but also cannot be changed by future generations.

For the people of Ming Dynasty, craftsmen are not a good household registration.

Private households have land, as long as they don’t encounter disasters and cultivate diligently, after paying the land tax, there will be a lot of food left over. If the family is more frugal, it will be no problem to live a life with food.

However, craftsmen are not the same. They have no land and rely on craftsmanship for food.

The source of economic food is all reissued by the imperial court.

If the officials above have a better heart, they can let you have a bite of food.

If you meet that kind of black-hearted official, not only will you not eat or drink, but you will also have to complete the tasks assigned by the court.

If the imperial court has any major projects, craftsmen will definitely be the first to be expropriated.

For example, building the imperial mausoleum.

Ordinary people can go back to their hometowns directly during the corvee time.

But the craftsmen did not have this opportunity, and had to work hard all the time, and even in the end, they might be banned in the mausoleum in order to keep it secret.

Even in the early Ming Dynasty, the craftsmen did not rush to the work place, and the expenses on the road had to be borne by themselves.

Ordinary people will never transfer to the artisan household registration unless they are forced to do the hardest work without enough food and clothing, and their lives are in danger.

It is also because of various reasons that the status of artisans is even lower than that of merchants who are ranked last.

No way, although the status of the businessman is low, he is rich.

And you artisans.

Not only is their status low, but they also have no money.

It's miserable just thinking about it.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang An just mentioned the artisan camp, and the villagers were in a commotion.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet..."

Zhang An, who was so quarreled and unable to speak, took great pains with the village chief to calm everyone down.

"Don't worry, everyone, we are recruiting workers, not transferring your nationality."

"Entering the artisan camp to work, not only the household registration is retained, but one member of the family works in the artisan camp. As long as they continue to work, the family can also avoid corvee."

"What's more, we won't let everyone work for nothing."

"Every month, apprentices can get one tael, and regular workers can get two taels of silver. If they are promoted to elite workers, they can get one or two taels of silver every month. They also get rice, noodles and meat during the festivals. We also provide two meals a day. The kind that is full, and meat on a regular basis."

"If you want to become a top craftsman, that's even better. Not only will you get ten taels of silver every month, but you can even get an official position appointed by the court and become a high-ranking official."

The noisy voice gradually quieted down. The villagers looked at Zhang An, thinking about what the other party yelled, and their hearts were touched.

If it's as good as the other party said, it would be good to work in the artisan camp.

Just plant something on the broken land at home.Excluding taxes and family food, I can't make much money a year.

Being a worker not only includes food and drink, but also wages. Being a regular worker should be frugal, and you can save at least one tael of silver a year.

For a tael of silver, after working for a few years, you can tell your son that you are relatives, or your family can build a house.

More importantly, there are rice noodles and meat dishes.

Thinking of biting into the mouthful of fatty meat, the villagers who hadn't smelled meat for a long time couldn't help swallowing.

Seeing that the villagers were already moved, Zhang An decided to release the last blockbuster.

"In addition, our artisan camp will also set up private schools. Any family that has become an ordinary worker can enroll their children in the artisan camp school for free. The children's learning expenses will be borne by the artisan camp. You don't need to spend a penny or pay for a grain of rice."

Whoa!
The villagers were in an uproar and looked at Zhang An in shock.

Niangle, the child can study and does not need to spend money at home. This is not looking for someone to work, this is the savior sent by God.

"My lord, I sign up..."

After a moment of silence, a man raised his hand.

He is completely heartbroken.

In addition to the attractive wages, the most important thing is to allow children to study.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high.

As long as the child has a way out in the future, unlike him, facing the loess and back to the sky, trapped in the fields for a lifetime.

Not to mention going to work, the other party just won't give you a penny, as long as you can guarantee the child's treatment and future prospects, and let him go to rebel, he dares.

(End of this chapter)