Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 871: Gift

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Emperor Hongzhi seemed 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.

And these strange theories, unfortunately, many of them are correct like the worm theory.

This is the case for a mere worm, but 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. You can hand over a charter for this academic position. Oh, among these academic positions, what is the biggest position?"

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. Apart from asking him to give money, he can say anything else. Contribution, Zhang Sen's theory of micro-worms and micro-worm epidemic prevention is great, but at present, at most, he is only a bachelor. Besides, my son has something to say, I don't know if I should say it...this...this..."

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but said, "But it doesn't matter what you 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 Fang Jifan said. The cryptic meaning was that Emperor Hongzhi didn't care who the candidate was.

This guy is so brave.

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 part 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. I don't care what the academic position is, but... at least I can order it to be copied. Di Bao, make a decree to reward him, right, and then order the government of his origin to go there to announce the good news by beating gongs and drums, and in view of his achievements, build a stone workshop to commend his achievements."

Fang Jifan blushed: "Of course it can, of course it can."

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

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

"Ah..." Zhang Sen raised his head 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 them.

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

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

In this world, the most irrefutable thing is the bloody fact, no matter how eloquent you are, who has saved so many people with this worm theory, who would dare to speak nonsense, isn't he afraid of being beaten?

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

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 periodicals are sold out.

Booksellers went crazy and found the printing workshop in Xishan, asking for additional printing, and some even hoped to order the previous periodicals together for a bound edition.

After all...it's too hot.

Now it's not just people who are going to take the exam who are buying it. Countless people in the capital 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 worms, 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 Ming Dynasty, if you add hermit households, is more than tens of millions. Even if there are only 20-30% of people who can read and write, Fang Jifan will be successful under the influence of this "Question".

Sales of face masks also began to skyrocket.

The masks issued by the government have long been sold out, but many people are thinking everywhere

Ways to buy.

Even many merchants, seeing the business opportunities, wished to get orders 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 successful.

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 of a male lead outside and a female lead inside is being quietly broken.

In Xincheng, a new industry has quietly emerged.

There are already merchants, and they have started to hire women who can read and write, and have begun to learn from the Royal Nursery School to build 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 should the children do?

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

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Changping.

A carriage is driving fast.

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

However, the compartment of this car is very spacious, but outside the compartment, it is plain without too many decorations. Inside the compartment, it is like a sardine, with more than a dozen people stuffed in it.

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

The carriage was stuffy and smelled of strange body odors. His body was so thin that his face was squeezed against the wall of the carriage.

The carriage walked along the official road in a hurry.

This is a route developed by Jingli Dongsheng Automobile Co., Ltd.

Because there are a large number of people from the vicinity of the capital who go to work in the new city, these people can often take a day off 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 taking a 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 to take a bus are often thin and fat. People who are either rich or expensive will not come to take a bus.

Therefore, some crazy people stuffed thirty or forty people in 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's heart was 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... I, a boy, actually went to work in the new city, but 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 coachman shouted loudly.

But 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 there so many servants here, beating gongs and drums, it seems that someone has been named on the gold list."

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