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In the first month of the tenth year of Zhenguan, after the Lantern Festival, all officials went to court, and His Majesty the Emperor ordered someone to fetch twenty pairs of boots, and rewarded the ministers who had made the most contributions to the court over the years.

These boots are rubber-soled leather boots. At the beginning, many people sent their servants to Lishi County, but they failed to buy a pair for themselves. Now they have become a reward from His Majesty the Emperor, so some people privately said that Luo Sanlang Could it be that the reason why he refused to sell the boots was because he was waiting for what happened today?

Many people disagreed with Luo Yong's statement that he wanted his disciples to wear boots first. Most of Luo Sanlang's disciples came from poor backgrounds. Instead of giving them boots, it would be better to sell them and give them money.

"I think you guys are thinking too much." There were also people who didn't see it that way.

"What do you think?" the people next to him asked.At this time, on the way to court, a group of people talked while walking.

"I heard an old friend write a letter saying that Luo Sanlang's disciples are very proud of being able to wear this kind of boots before others, and they don't feel humble when they are in front of those noble children who are going to study." The powerful veteran said to several of his colleagues.

"It's just a pair of leather boots, but it can make them so proud?" Someone said disapprovingly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in these words.

"Why not?" The old official said with a smile: "There are children of the gentry, although they don't have them, but they do have them, and neither do the children of the gentry."

"I see that Luo Sanlang acted like this, but to show the identities of his disciples?" Another person said that.

"I don't know." Another person next to him shook his head: "However, what he did this time kills two birds with one stone." Firstly, he won people's hearts, and secondly, he flattered the person above him. bright.

If Luo Sanlang sells the rubber-soled leather boots openly, even if the output is not much, these important ministers in the court either send people to buy them themselves, or have others buy them as gifts, and they should be wearing them by now. Today There is no way to talk about this reward.

Rare things are precious, no matter how many twists and turns in the stomach, these twenty ministers who got boots today are always happy in their hearts.

"The method is a good method, but it hurts money." A minister said.

"With the five hundred copper coins he got earlier, I don't think he will be short of money for a while." Another person said with a smile.

"I heard that Luo Sanlang's family doesn't even have a decent servant, so how much money can they spend?"

"It's true, earning so much money, people miss it for nothing."

"..."

The group walked and talked, but no one mentioned what Luo Yong said about the slave trade in Xipo Village earlier.

These ministers, who have no servants in their families, in this era, people are born into different ranks, the scholar-bureaucrat class enjoys various privileges, and also takes the responsibility of the common people in the world, which is taken for granted by many people. Even many civilians and even lowly people think so. Although Luo's few words can bring some people to reflect, it is by no means so easy to change the status quo of society.

In the afternoon of the same day, Tang Jian and a friend of his were sitting and drinking tea in the mansion.

During the dinner, the two also talked about today's sage bestowing boots, and then they also talked about Luo Yong and the new arithmetic method he is currently teaching.

"That Luo Sanlang said that he learned his arithmetic from a Hu merchant, what does Tang Weng think?"

"What does Weng Chen think?"

The two old friends, Weng Lai Weng Qu, seem to be polite, but they are actually teasing each other for their age, already a little old man, and in fact, both of them are only in their fifties.

"I don't think it may be true." Then old man Chen said.

"If he didn't learn it from that Hu merchant, where could he learn it from?" Elder Tang shook his head.

"I don't know." Old Chen also shook his head.

"It doesn't matter where he learned it from, it will be beneficial to the world after all to acquire this arithmetic method." Tang Laoer said.

"What do Tang Weng think of Sanlang?" Old Chen asked again.

"..." Elder Tang took a sip of hot tea and said, "There are some differences."

"How is it different?" Old Chen asked immediately.

"That little baby has his own world in his heart, and Zhu Yu in his belly. As far as he can see, I'm afraid you and I can't catch up with him. How can such a character be the same as us?" For Luo Sanlang, Tang Jian was generous. word.

"Such a compliment..." Old Chen said in admiration, "Could it be that he gave you something nice again this time?"

"It's just a few lambs." Tang Jian laughed at himself.Of course Luo Yong didn't give him a lamb, it was just a joke. No one in Chang'an city knew that Tang Jian was demoted because he took a few lambs.

"You man, I told you not to mention this matter all day long, for fear that the person above will listen to you and treat you as dissatisfied." His friend persuaded.

"Do you see that my heart is very full?" It was obvious that he was dissatisfied.

"Don't talk about this anymore, drink tea and drink tea." If this topic continues, it will be of no benefit to the two of them. People like them, don't they understand the truth that walls have ears?

"Then Luo Sanlang, is it really as good as you said?" After taking a few sips of hot tea, his friend asked again.

"If you don't believe me, then go and see for yourself," Tang Jian said.

"I really plan to go and have a look." His old friend sighed, "Hui Ji will be hurt..." If you don't go now, you don't know if you will have a chance in the future.

Tang Jian was silent, and then said to his old friend: "When I was in Xipo Village, I heard Na Luo Sanlang mention a friend of his. Now he is studying at Simen School. His name is Qiao Junlin."

"..." His old friend drank his tea in silence without speaking.

"That kid seems to want to make up for your Taixue." Tang Jian said bluntly.

"You also know that it's not easy." There are many people who want to make up for Taixue. In addition to the excellence of the students themselves, the power of the family behind them is also an important consideration. That Qiao Junlin, it sounds like he has no family background. Taixue is easier said than done, even the top students among the four schools may not necessarily be able to make up for Taixue.

"I sent someone to inquire about it. That kid's performance in the four schools is also at the top. You don't work in the Imperial College..." After all, Tang Jian had promised Luo Yong before, and Tang Jian never thought of reneging on his debt. About Qiao Junlin For the matter of making up for the Taixue, he will certainly do his best.

Back then, he had the emperor's order and couldn't stay in Xipo Village for a long time. He pestered Luo Yong to teach him arithmetic all day long. That kid never complained. Apart from teaching him every day, he even taught him a lot of small troubles in private. Well, Tang Jian is not someone who crosses rivers and demolishes bridges. He has always been thinking about this matter.

"So what about working in the Taixue? After all, he is a person who speaks lightly, and he can't compare to those students in the school."

This is the case for working in a school like Guozixue Taixue. Many students have better family backgrounds than their teachers. Although they have only studied in the school for a few years, they often have a voice that exceeds them. Be a teacher.

"Today is different from the past..." Tang Jian also sighed. His old friend also had a lot of sad things. This is the case in this age. The Ninth Five-Year Honors above the court are not taken seriously, and one or two court officials are nothing at all.

But having said that, his old friend has accumulated some accumulation after so many years of hanging around. Among other things, it won't be too difficult to get a place in the imperial school if he wants to.It's not easy to get along with those gentry children, but no matter what, he is also a gentleman. After all these years, he has taught so many students, how could he still be in the same situation as before.

"Let me take another look." Chen Weng finally said.

Hearing Tang Jian's words just now, Luo Sanlang seems to be really extraordinary, if he wants to make friends with him, he might as well help him out.Since he was able to mention this matter to Tang Jian, he thought he valued this friend of his very much.

Luo Yong, who was far away in Xipo Village, didn't know at this time that Tang Jian had already done the work he asked Tang Jian to do, and he didn't know that he had been marked with a "Hui Ji will be injured", and he might die early. Tag of.

God is sorry, he really isn't smart enough to lose his lifespan.

In terms of being smart, those young men from Chang'an who just arrived recently were quite smart, and it took only a short time to basically catch up with their courses. At any rate, it no longer looks like listening to a bible when listening to lectures.

The teenagers were very proud, and they looked at Luo Yong with self-evident pride. Look, your arithmetic is not too difficult, yeah, I figured it out in a few days .

Luo Coffin Baner smiled and said nothing, where is it going? After learning Aix, we still have crookedness. After learning algebra, don’t we still have geometry? After learning mathematics, we still have physics and chemistry students.

The teenagers still don't know anything about their long and dark road to study, and they are very proud of this small progress.

After class that day, a few teenagers rode horses for a walk together. When they passed the rubber workshop, they saw Luo Siniang squatting alone by the sink watching the workers washing Eucommia gum, and they started to tease them.

"Hello, Luo Si." Bai Yimao took the lead and shouted.

"What are you doing?" Si Niang first glanced back at them, then she stood up leisurely, turned around and stood facing these people, the machete in her hand was swinging again and again. She has been playing for almost a year, and now she is shaking it again, and it has long lost the jerkyness of the past.

"..." The six proud young men were frightened into six idiots in an instant.