Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 891 Gift

  Emperor Hongzhi seems to be interested.

  He couldn't help lowering his head again, and glanced at the journal.

  The scary thing about this journal is that every once in a while, various theories from countless disciplines are launched.

  As for these strange theories, many of them are correct like the worm theory.

   This is the case for a mere worm, so what about the others?

   Zhang Sen was awarded an official position or title today, so in the future, with so many people, should he be awarded?

But if you turn a blind eye to them, and why, one article by others has changed the fate of countless people and saved countless people in the world. Such a huge contribution, even if it is Hanlin, is far behind. They don't care about it, how many people's hearts are chilled.

And this academic post is really the best, since it is self-contained and does not interfere with the current imperial court, but at the same time, the emperor can show his kindness, even if he gives them money, food, and annual salary, it is all right. After all, how much can this yearly salary be spent?

  Emperor Hongzhi nodded his head and said: "So, it's all right. I have approved it. For this academic job, you can hand over a charter. Oh, among these academic jobs, what is the biggest job?"

  Fang Jifan said: "Academician."

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled and glanced at the nervous Zhang Sen: "Zhang Qing's family has done a lot of hard work, so let's award him a Grand Academician."

"..." Fang Jifan's face turned green. Your Majesty, this is what the emperor is used to. Except for asking him to give money, he can say anything else. Zhang Sen's theory on fine worms and pest prevention is great, but at the moment, he is at most a bachelor. Besides, my son has something to say, I don't know whether to say it...this...this..."

  Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but said: "But it's okay to say."

Fang Jifan said: "For the promotion of academic positions, I have established rules early on. What I say is not counted. There are special reviewers to make decisions based on their contributions. What I can do is to present the roster to Your Majesty, and His Majesty will consider it." Circled."

  Emperor Hongzhi suddenly understood what he Fang Jifan said. The implicit meaning was that Emperor Hongzhi himself had no say who was the candidate, and what he had was nothing more than delineated power.

   This guy is so bold.

But thinking about it carefully, Emperor Hongzhi really didn't know anything about people like Zhang Sen, so Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "So, that's okay, then, follow the rules, without rules, you can't get around, I understand what you mean. "

  Fang Jifan heaved a sigh of relief, he thought that the next step would be the story of the son-in-law, if so, it would be amazing.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "You report his academic position, are you a bachelor? I will approve it immediately. What is the academic position, I don't count, but... at least I can order it to be passed on to the mansion. , make a decree to give gifts, right, and then order the government of his origin to beat gongs and drums to announce the good news, and in view of his achievements, build a stone workshop to commend his achievements."

  Fang Jifan blushed: "Of course it is possible, of course it is."

   Zhang Sen was at the side, still nervous, his mind was blank.

  Emperor Hongzhi folded his hands behind his back: "Since that's the case, then the decree is real, Zhang Qing's family."

   "Ah..." Zhang Sen looked up in astonishment.

  Emperor Hongzhi wanted to say something, but found that he didn't seem to have anything to say to Zhang Sen. People like Xishan Academy really couldn't deal with each other.

  ...

  In the capital, Shuntian Mansion beat gongs and drums to announce the good news everywhere.

  For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

  In this world, the most irrefutable thing is the **** fact. No matter how eloquent you are, who would dare to speak nonsense and not be afraid of getting beaten up if you have saved so many people with this worm theory?

  What's more, the progress of medicine is in line with the expectations of the public officials and the traffickers.

  No matter how crazy people despise the theory of worms, when they know that they can reduce the chance of being infected because of the theory of worms in this world, they have to shut up obediently.

  Because everyone is a beneficiary.

  On that day, the periodical "Quest" in major bookstores began to sell out.

  Almost all journals are sold out.

  Booksellers, frantically, found the printing workshop in Xishan and asked for additional printing, and some even hoped to order the bound editions of previous periodicals together.

   After all... it was hot.

   Now it’s not just people who are going to take the exam who are buying it. In this capital, countless people want to see what the journal looks like.

  When people realize that there is solid evidence for such bizarre theories as the theory of fine insects, people will inevitably have a question, so... what about other strange theories?

  Could it be... Yue'er is really just a ball, and the ground under her feet is round. or…

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether others believe it or not. The important thing is that the sales volume of the journal “Quest” has skyrocketed. Some people are unwilling to accept these strange talks, does Fang Jifan care?

  He doesn't care.

  The population of the Ming Dynasty, if you include hermit households, is more than tens of millions. Even if there are only 20 to 30% of people who can read and write, under the influence of "Question", Fang Jifan will be successful.

  The sales of masks also began to skyrocket.

  The masks issued by the government have long been sold out, but many people are looking for ways to buy them everywhere.

   Even many merchants, seeing the business opportunity, wished to get an order like crazy, and sold batches of masks outside the capital.

  After all, these things will soon spread all over the world. The price of masks is either expensive or not. But if it can prevent certain diseases, for many, many people, it will be worth the price.

  The cotton spinning workshops that make masks are expanding crazily, and they have to expand as much as they can before other merchants start building such workshops.

  In this world, with such a huge population, people have great fear of the epidemic. In the future, the sales of masks may continue to skyrocket within three to five years.

   Male cotton spinners are not allowed.

   Only women workers are good at these things.

In the new city, there were quite a few refugees who came here with their families. The men became craftsmen, apprentices, or footworkers, while the women, most of them, were still a little unaccustomed to the absence of men. In the days when women weaving, the only thing they could do was to cook and cook. Now, the cotton spinning workshop suddenly recruited manpower, and the salary was 70% to 80% of the male workers. There are many women who have just settled here and their families are struggling. People can't stand such a temptation.

  The original family structure where the male leads outside and the female leads inside is quietly being broken.

  In Xincheng, a new industry has quietly risen.

  There are already merchants, and they have begun to hire women who can read and write, and have begun to learn from the Royal Nursery School to create a nursery school for new cities and ordinary people.

   In the past, most of the children were brought by their mothers, but with a large number of mothers, they entered the cotton spinning workshop, but what about the children?

  Someone naturally saw the huge business opportunities in this. Both men and women have to work, so the nursery school has become a place for childcare.

  …

   Changping.

  A carriage, driving fast.

   This is the latest four-wheeled carriage from Xishan Vehicle Manufacturing Workshop.

   It's just that the carriage of this car is very spacious, but outside the carriage, it is ordinary, without too many decorations, but inside the carriage, it is like a sardine, with more than a dozen people stuffed in it.

  Zhang Sen's father, Zhang Jing, was in the carriage.

  It was stuffy in this compartment, exuding all sorts of weird body odors. His body was so thin that his face was almost squeezed against the wall of the car.

  The carriage traveled along the official road in a hurry.

   This is a route developed by Jingli Dongsheng Automobile Company.

  Because there are a large number of people near the capital who go to work in the new city, these people often have a one-day vacation after working for five days. Often at this time, a large number of people need to return to their respective villages.

  A car can hold a lot of people, and there is no comfort at all in it. The fare for this trip can be shared by a large number of passengers.

   Therefore, the price of the car is also acceptable to ordinary people.

  Even though Zhang Jing was reluctant to part with the money, she knew that it would be too far to go home on foot, so she still spent 30 Wen in a horse-drawn carriage instead.

   It's just that although the carriage is fast, it is really uncomfortable.

  The driver wanted to squeeze everyone into the car.

   Fortunately, in this era, the vast majority of people who come here by car are often thin and obese. They are either rich or expensive, and they will not come to take a car.

  Therefore, some crazy people crammed thirty or forty people into the carriage.

  Zhang Jing felt that she was going to be breathless. There were children crying in the carriage, and some people were yelling and scolding.

  Of course, more people are peaceful. After all, returning home is a happy thing for everyone.

  Zhang Jing felt heavy.

At the beginning, if it was not for his son's study, he would never have put down his figure and went to work in the new city. Although his son earned a lot of money, Zhang Jing still couldn't let it go. He always felt that the money came too lightly. It's not like a serious way.

  He didn't dare to resign easily, for fear that everything his son had earned would eventually disappear.

  It's just...my boy, who actually went to work in the new city, caused a lot of ridicule in the county school.

So for others, returning home is a joyful event, but for him, it is a breathless pressure. If he meets the same year when he was hit by a child, he really doesn't know what to do if someone asks about his recent situation. Just answer.

   "Changping Peach Blossom Village is here..."

  The driver raised his voice loudly.

   Outside, suddenly, there was the sound of beating gongs and drums.

  The coachman couldn't help but said resentfully: "Is there an imperial examination at this time? Why are so many servants here, beating gongs and drums, it seems that someone has been named on the gold list."

  …

  The first chapter has been delivered, thanks to 160219180242876 local tyrants for donating 500,000 starting coins from yesterday to now, suddenly I feel sober and refreshed. Wahaha, calm down and work hard.

  (end of this chapter)