Chapter 1215 Epilogue: The 71st Prince Consort's Teaching Career

Chapter 1215 Postscript 71·The Prince Consort’s Teaching Career

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching in a blink of an eye.

Xie Yiqin, Wang Yitong, and Xie Wan returned to Huangzhou Mansion.

Xie Shizhang is going to visit the Yangtze River, Dongting Lake and Poyang Lake, trying to complete the "Fishing Boats Sing Late" hummed by his good grandson.

The old man's "Du Liu Pu" caused considerable controversy in Luoyang, mainly because the lost tracks were questioned.

The musicians were noisy around the book, but Xie Shizhang, the man who brought about the public case, patted his butt and left in style.

Hey, just playing!

The fourth uncle and the fifth uncle temporarily stayed in Luoyang to assist Xie Yan in building a cement factory. After they become familiar with the process, they will return to Hebei to set up a factory.

"Mukuro, hat!"

Zhu Tangxi sent her husband out of the house and helped him straighten his clothes before boarding the car.

Xie Yan smiled and said: "I'm just going to teach at Taixue, not traveling far away."

"Come back early, don't be late to close the city gate." Zhu Tangxi couldn't wait to be together from morning to night.

After watching the carriage go away, she turned around and went home, yawning as soon as she crossed the threshold.

Alas, I have to go back and catch up on some sleep.

Xie Yan also closed his eyes and meditated in the car. It was quite a long distance from Princess to Imperial College.

At first, I rented the small courtyard of Li's family in the south of the city so that I could study at Taixue University nearby. Unexpectedly, I moved into the princess house without attending a single class.

When the carriage came to the main street, the number of people turning around was quite high, and many passers-by recognized it as a princess carriage.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the honor guard of the powerful was reduced, and no special funds were allocated to officials to support their relatives and followers. More than a hundred years later, although the custom of paying attention to ostentation has recovered, it is still far behind the Song Dynasty.

It was even simpler for Xie Yan to go out, with only one driver and two male attendants.

Four male attendants, including Xie Changshou and Wang Xing, took turns escorting Xie Yan to work every day. Although the security in the capital is good, who knows if bad guys will appear in the suburbs of the capital.

Although there was no pomp, the oncoming vehicles and pedestrians took the initiative to give way to Xie Yan's carriage.

Because this is Zhai Che.

Generally, only queens and concubines ride, not even concubines.

Zhu Tangxi's car is Yanzhai's car. It is a car that is equipped with the specifications of a princess. Even the extremely favored princess can ride in it.

But whether the consort could travel alone in this thing, the court did not have specific regulations. How could those who formulated the etiquette have imagined that there would be such a strange couple as Xie Yan and Zhu Tangxi?

Passing through a large group of brick-walled buildings outside the city, crossing the bridge and continuing to drive southeast, you can gradually see the campus of Taixue.

Xie Yan was also planning to show his badge to the guard, but the guard immediately let him go.

After driving to the school administration building, Xie Yan ran to see the principal. After saying a bunch of useless polite words, he was taken to the dormitory area by the grade director Shen Jian.

The formal position of this grade director is called Waishe Taixuelu. Responsible for detecting the irregularities of Taixue's foreign students and presiding over the foreign students' examination every quarter.

"Xie Prince Consort, this is the office building for the teachers in the outer house. The school has specially arranged a separate office room for you." Shen Jian led Xie Yan to a four-story building and said.

Xie Yan said: "Shen Xuelu just calls me a bachelor or a lecturer."

Shen Jian quickly changed his name to thank Dao Lang.

A lecturer is a lecturer.

In addition, there are doctors, professors, teaching assistants, etc., which all belong to ancient teaching positions.

They chatted and entered Xie Yan's private office, where a teacher in his thirties was already waiting.

Shen Jian introduced: "This is Zhang Chong, Assistant Professor Zhang."

"Student Zhang Chong, meet Bachelor Xie!" Zhang Chong bowed to him.

Xie Yan quickly returned the favor, chatted for a few words, and then pulled Shen Jian out.

Xie Yan said: "Shen Xuelu, I am just a lecturer in a foreign school. Is it too ostentatious to have an assistant teacher?"

Shen Jian smiled and said, "I also do things according to the arrangements from above."

Xie Yan hesitated, too lazy to say anything else.

Just swagger.

Since the Tang and Song Dynasties, only doctoral level teachers have been assigned teaching assistants to assist in teaching. Moreover, it was mainly Nasu (buying official) scholars who served as assistant teachers.

After Shen Jian explained some daily precautions, he left in a hurry.

School has just started and he is very busy.

Xie Yan returned to his office and found that the teaching assistant had made himself a cup of tea.

It's outrageous. A seventeen-year-old lecturer is being served by a teaching assistant in his thirties.

"Where are you from?" Xie Yan had nothing to say.

Zhang Chong quickly answered with his hands raised: "Xie Xie, I dare not call you Your Excellency in front of me. The student's ancestral home is Shaanxi, and his ancestor was a sergeant of the Ming Dynasty. In the early years of the Ming Dynasty, he fought with the Jin soldiers and moved to Zhending, Hebei Province with the army."

Xie Yan smiled and said: "I am also from Hebei, so we are fellow villagers."

Coincidence?

Unfortunately, it was all arranged by the principal.

Zhang Chong said flatteringly: "Seventeen-year-old Bachelor Furong, it is really an honor for me in Hebei to thank you as Bachelor."

"Don't say such nonsense," Xie Yan asked, "Are you a Juren?"

Zhang Chong said: "I was lucky enough to win the exam, but I kept failing in the general examination, so I came to apply for a job as a teaching assistant at Taixue to find a career."

This kind of Taixue teaching assistant, as long as they don't do too badly, can be sent to other places to become official government teachers. And at least for middle school teachers, although they don’t have a good grade at the beginning, they can get a good teaching position after a few more years of work.

However, the upper limit of official career is very low. At most, he can be the principal of a government-run middle school for a few years before retiring. It must be smooth sailing.

Xie Yan asked: "How many years have you been a teaching assistant at Taixue?"

Zhang Chong replied: "After failing in the general examination last year, I took the Taixue recruitment examination and has been a teaching assistant for a year."

"Do you know chemistry?" Xie Yan asked again.

Zhang Chong replied: "You are a science student and have a basic understanding of chemistry."

Xie Yan said: "My chemistry class will start with molecules and atoms. Moreover, most of the parts about molecules and atoms in the previous chemistry textbooks have been overturned in the past two months. Before each class, I will show you the handouts, and you can also learn with the students."

"Ah?" Zhang Chong was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

The course on chemical particles has always been a cutting-edge subject. You have to be promoted to the inner dormitory to get in touch with it, and you can only start to study it in depth after being promoted to the upper dormitory.

And what about Xie Yan?

He teaches the outer dormitory students.

The outer dormitory students are a group of self-funded students who need to consolidate their foundation first and pass the exam before they can be promoted to the inner dormitory.

Xie Yan directly taught those outer dormitory students the most advanced molecules and atoms in the field of chemistry. Wouldn't the inner and upper dormitory students be crazy if they knew about it?

Zhang Chong realized that he had ushered in a turning point in his life. As long as he studied molecules and atoms seriously with Xie Yan, he might be able to stay in the Imperial College and become a formal teacher.

The school just started today, and there are no classes.

Xie Yan came here mainly to check out the site, and also to take a look at the laboratory.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

The next day, classes officially started.

The Ming Imperial College slightly adjusted the enrollment scale set by Cai Jing, with 2,000 students in the outer dormitory, 500 students in the inner dormitory, and 200 students in the upper dormitory.

Students in the inner and upper dormitories are free of charge for food and accommodation, and are also given pens, ink, and paper every month.

Students in the outer dormitories have to pay for everything themselves, and the exam for promotion is very difficult, which is purely for the school to generate income. Most of the students in the outer dormitories dropped out while studying. Or they went to take the imperial examination while studying.

Xie Yan had to teach 9 classes, each with 25 students, and only taught two classes a day.

Ten-day break, that is, one day off every ten days.

…

Xia Gongchen sat in the classroom and looked around. He had just been in Luoyang for more than half a month, and everything he saw was new to him at this time.

This guy is an international student from Ceylon!

Because he could speak Chinese, he didn't need to attend the preparatory class and could go directly to the outer dormitory to study.

"I heard that you are the prince of Ceylon?" A group of outer dormitory students surrounded him and looked at him curiously.

Xia Gongchen explained: "My father is the prince, and my ancestor is the king of Ceylon."

Ding Shaoyan, who smashed the wreath on the way to Xie Yan's wedding, was also hanging out in the outer dormitory of the Imperial College. He was very curious about the overseas countries: "Do you produce gems there? Ceylon gems are very famous."

Xia Gongchen said: "Indeed, it is rich in gems."

"Are there many foreign races there?" Ding Shaoyan asked again.

Xia Gongchen said: "Ceylon regards white skin as beautiful. As long as you have white skin and can speak Chinese, you can be regarded as a Chinese ethnic group. Those with particularly dark skin cannot be officials."

"Haha, I think you have foreign blood." Ding Shaoyan didn't give him any face at all, and started to laugh after a few words.

Xia Gongchen said angrily: "I am a Chinese noble!"

On the island of Ceylon, five hundred soldiers founded the foundation and spent forty years to unify the entire island. Its political system is a bit like the Nine-Rank System of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

There is a king as the common ruler. Although there are also imperial examinations to select officials, almost all the Jinshi are from big families.

The descendants of the 500 people are still prominent Chinese, and the increasingly impoverished have become poor families. Some have even lost their heirs and have no incense!

The native residents on the island no longer have self-cultivating farmers, and all the land has been snatched away by the Han people.

In the past 100 years, the natives have also erupted in many uprisings. The most powerful one swept across half of Ceylon and wiped out more than 20 Han nobles.

At that time, the King of Ceylon could no longer bear it, so he could only ask the Governor-General of India of the Ming Dynasty for help, at the cost of presenting a large amount of gems, spices and grain to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

The entire Ceylon Island, from top to bottom, all regards white skin as beautiful, because the skin color of the indigenous people is too dark. In the beginning, the group of mixed-blood illegitimate sons, in order to wash off the darker skin color, intermarried with the Han people, Arabs, and Aryans from generation to generation.

Even the Buddhism of Ceylon has become a bit Brahmanic, with the purpose of using skin color to distinguish between superiors and inferiors.

Being ridiculed as a foreign race by Ding Shaoyan has touched Xia Gongchen's reverse scale.

Unfortunately, he dared not fight in the Imperial College, and could only clench his fists and glare.

"Want to hit me?"

Ding Shaoyan laughed: "So what if your grandfather is the king of Ceylon? My father is a meritorious official who supported the current emperor!"

The other bad boys in the class also laughed and ridiculed.

This is how the students of the outer dormitory are. Either their families are rich or powerful, and many of them are just here to make a living.

When the Ming Dynasty was just founded, even if you studied in the outer dormitory of the Imperial College at your own expense, you had to pass a strict exam. If your grades were too bad, you would not be qualified to be a self-funded student.

Now, the inner dormitory is still very strict, but the outer dormitory has various backdoors for admission.

Anyway, they are all a group of self-funded students used to generate income, so just turn a blind eye.

Xia Gongchen suppressed his anger and sat down, turning a deaf ear to the ridicule of the bad boys.

He regretted coming to Luoyang. He should have studied in other Imperial Colleges. At least, he could afford to fight with other Imperial College students!

At this moment, there was a commotion near the classroom door.

Ding Shaoyan and his group of bad boys turned their heads subconsciously.

Why did the prince consort come to study in the outer dormitory?

Didn't the newspaper say that he was specially recruited to the inner dormitory?

"Prince consort, you are also in the outer dormitory? We are actually classmates." Ding Shaoyan smiled and went over to get close to him.

"Thank you, scholar!"

"Thank you, prince consort!"

Many local students in Luoyang, or students who were repeaters of the Imperial College last year, bowed to Xie Yan and greeted him.

Xia Gongchen was quite curious. Who was this? The imperial consort of the Ming Dynasty?

Xie Yan bowed to everyone in return, walked to the podium and said, "Get ready for class."

The students were stunned. How did Master Xie become a teacher?