The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"What?! you say that those illiterate poor students have been able to study normally with their students for a period of time in just a few days?"

Li Guangxiao, who was reviewing the memorials, heard Si Chen's report and patted the Zhu pen on the table. The lower memorials were badly painted.

If the adult who wrote the memorial saw it, he would be afraid to worry about what he said wrong and provoke the emperor's anger.

After walking around from behind the table, Li Guangxiao quickly walked around the hall for several times. Li Guangxiao was barely calm. He waved to sichen and said, "come on, come on, tell me what spell Chang Rui used?"

"Officials, your daughter didn't use any magic, but used a... Quite magical melody?"

Sichen couldn't say for a moment. He could only present a scripture marked with Pinyin.

He grabbed it, frowned and looked at it for a long time. Li Guangxiao angrily threw the Scripture on the table, "this is a mess, like a ghost amulet."

"Hehe, officials don't worry."

With a slight smile, Si Chen took out another document. A letter written by the bishop of tianshenjiao in Western words, which should have been sent to Western monarchs, was temporarily intercepted.

In contrast, Li Guangxiao frowned more tightly.

"It looks a bit like it, but it's completely different when you study it deeply?"

"Your Majesty, it's really a completely different thing." Si Chen smiled strangely and shook his head helplessly. "Your daughter said that these twenty-six things called letters, like the radicals of our Chinese characters, are used to form different characters."

"But for the same alphabet, your daughter changed the Pinyin given to the students into another pronunciation - the combination is more coherent, and can basically cover the pronunciation of all Chinese characters."

"Pronunciation..."

"Pronunciation."

Seeing Li Guangxiao's eyebrows locked, sichen took out a memorial from his sleeve and presented it. Li Guangxiao glanced at him and said, "this is Chang Rui's fold?"

"The officials have a clear understanding of the situation. It's really a discount that your daughter asked your maidservant to bring along."

"Hum! Other Aiqing's folds are presented in the right way. She dares to let you bring them in by the way. This is a Passover! Don't pay attention to the Shangguan!"

The mouth scolds fiercely, and the hand that receives the fold is not slow.

After opening it and looking at it carefully for a while, Li Guangxiao frowned more tightly.

"... this girl is really making trouble for me..."

The fold is very thick, and the writing is detailed and organized, which is her consistent style.

The above explained in detail that as long as we promote this Pinyin, the younger the child, the easier it is to learn. As long as adults are willing to work hard, it will only take a few days to master Pinyin.

Once you learn pinyin, as long as the books circulating on the market mark Pinyin, the era when everyone can study by themselves at home will come.

In order to cooperate with the study, she also suggested that a library should be established in each city and county to specially collect these books with Pinyin.

The construction cost of the library and the printing cost of books are not worth mentioning to her, because she has also come up with some movable type printing technology, which can improve the printing efficiency several times!

Money is not a problem, technology is not a problem, but the biggest problem is that if everyone can read, the scholar will be worthless.

The greatest advantage of the civil service class will no longer exist.

But at the same time, the benefits are huge.

More people study, which means that more outstanding talents will emerge to serve the royal family. He or xun'er doesn't have to weigh how to deal with his mistakes for the sake of the talents of some officials.

She wrote the pros and cons clearly. Although it is obvious that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, it is time to balance the civil and military confrontation between the DPRK and China, but it is not appropriate to break this balance at this time.

After pondering for a long time, Li Guangxiao sat down tired, picked up his pen and spent the whole afternoon writing an imperial edict.

"Take it to Yu Wenxuan and let him see what to do."

It was almost half late and he received the imperial edict personally sent by the manager of the dark room. Yuwenxuan was surprised. After thanking sichen, he took the imperial edict alone and hid back in the study.

The more he looked at his hand, the more he trembled. At last, yuwenxuan closed the imperial edict and smiled bitterly.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I thought the emperor loved Chang ruigui's daughter because she could restrict the army generals, help his majesty firmly grasp the military power in his hand, and act as a card to prevent Gu Li from making trouble with other countries."

"Now it seems that it's more than a door? We Wen Chen are different and are played with by her?"

Looking gloomy, Yu Wenxuan murmured to himself, "is it her bullying and warning to our literary minister that so many poor children have been accepted by the Shihui hall this time?"

"Although the imperial edict issued by your majesty did not touch the civil servants, it requires all teachers to learn pinyin and teach Pinyin lessons for all school-age young people once a month for free..."

"We haven't seen any results in recent years, but once it continues to spread and more and more poor children graduate from Shihui hall, there will be different signs."

It can be expected that the gifted and studious civilian children can use Pinyin as a shortcut to acquire knowledge faster.

Since the opening of Shihui hall, it has been said that in the future, there will be an entrance examination every year. Either pay a large sponsorship fee to enter the school, or whether you can graduate, or enter the school through the examination, and all expenses will be settled after graduation.

An ordinary man's road to heaven was forcibly opened by her.

"Your Majesty is happy to see its success. This imperial edict is also warning us not to be arrogant because of favor, but to serve Daqian more carefully..."

After a long silence, yuwenxuan suddenly smiled. In the empty study where he was the only one, he was out of breath and laughed freely and wantonly.

"Good!"

With a fierce slap on the table, Yu Wenxuan stood up, and his eyes narrowed all the time also showed a different light.

"I've been a good man all my life. I have to be patient when I encounter something I can't see, and find a more gentle solution."

"Gentle fart! I'll be a good man for your majesty again this time. I'll do everything for me. Pave this road to heaven into a broad road!"

One here is crazy, but there are more people outside who are stimulated.

The great scholars who work as teachers in the wisdom collection hall or in book management boast about how smart the students in their college are. They can read in three days, which is no less impressive than the first-class gifted child prodigy!

Those scholars and talents in Kyoto who are not up and down and don't sneak into the Shihui hall really feel what a gap is.

They used to sing poems against each other, and many people would admire and respect them. The ladies and girls in the attic threw handkerchiefs and paper kites diligently.

Now? The people will listen to the lively and interested aunts and uncles who recite poetry against each other. They will also discuss that their children should go to the kaoshihui hall next year. It's elegant to recite poetry against each other. It's good for their children to learn too!

In the past, the illiterate people would respectfully give way to the notice board at the gate of the city, waiting for them to read out the content of the notice and listen to it for everyone.

But now? Literacy is not worth money. As long as you can't get into the scholar's examination and become an official, you are ignorant!

People can read in a few days. What's the big deal?

The scholar is bitter. High is not low. He is in the tide of change. He is already considering either changing his profession or abandoning literature and martial arts

"Hehe, where is this?"

Sitting in a corner of the library, Jiang qianxia, who buried himself in writing novels, raised his head and said with a smile: "believe me, now they are dying, and soon they will begin to doubt life."