Bring The System To Datang

Everyone didn't understand Li Yi's purpose. Zhuangzi wouldn't let people in, and the buildings by the river would not get in the way.

"Brother Yi!" Li Longji is used to asking this name today.

"One day, I suddenly said that the houses where the first batch of students lived were open to the outside world, and only forty-two people were recruited. If conditions permit, will others work hard for this condition?"

Li Yi said his plan, is that row of houses precious?

Everyone nodded. Anyone who has children in the family wanted to go to Li's Zhuangzi.

If you come in, you can serve as a shame official for other children, and the number of places in the court is limited.

Lu Huaishen was tempted: "What kind of conditions?"

"Many people are unwilling to learn the knowledge I teach, so I will test their knowledge and take the top forty-two.

In fact, the top few hundred should be selected, and only the buildings should be opened, and the others should not be opened first.

I want to find a way to teach the students of Lijiazhuangzi to go out, and ensure that they will be promoted in the local government. "

Li Yi didn't shy away from it. I did this calculation. All the major colleges and universities would stand aside, and I belonged to the ‘Zhongyang Dang School’.

"Xiao Yi, remember that you asked others to come over the past two years. Everyone was busy for a while and didn't make the trip, but still..." Yao Chong asked regretfully.

"Aren't your two sons okay?" Li Yi was surprised.

"Three." Yao Chong stretched out three fingers.

"Yes, yes, three, the boss is not dead, the boss and the second are just relying on your position as prime minister to cheat others."

Li Yi remembered and looked at Wei Zhigu.

Wei Zhigu cupped fist to Li Yi, everything is silent, saving his life and helping out.

"Brother's family also has children." Yao Chong could only say this on this special occasion today.

"Your brother's child is committing a crime. You are in the regiment. Oh..." Li Yi thought of another question.

"It's okay, there's me." Liu Chong said, I promise to clean up, Yao Chong can't help it.

"Old Yao, I don't accept any interviews lately, busy! I have to practice surgery later, give a set of my books, and learn by myself."

Li Yi refused. He missed the chance of not coming back. It was not a game.

"Yes!" Yao Chong promised, otherwise what could be done?

"What is Lao Zhong doing now?" Li Yi suddenly thought of himself.

"Who?" Several people asked together.

"Zhong Shaojin, the former Shangshu from the Ministry of Households, became... uh..."

"Vice President of Datang Calligraphy Propaganda Research Cooperative Association." Li Longji didn't forget, there was this.

"The third brother is still a good memory, what position do I have? Director?

The weather was warm, and activities were organized. In Jingzhao Mansion, the people of Jingzhao Mansion worked hard to learn to read and write.

Contest in calligraphy and painting in different levels. Participating awards give ten dollars to one person. According to different level groups, the things given are different. "

Li Yi believes that own officials should be incompetent, and they never organize activities and don't donate money.

Newspapers, dictionaries, and fonts were all written by Lao Zhong, and he was exhausted.

The officials are at a loss, what do you want to do, Li Yi? Your handwriting is good, even if it is written like a dog, who dares to say that it is bad?

At least we dare not belittle, we are afraid that it will spread, and the people will write Wanminshu.

Forget it, don't have a nightmare tonight. Wang Damu, Wang Damu, do you harm people!

Li Yi turned around and used a spoon to skim the froth out of the soup pot. The water in the kettle was cold just now, and the froth underneath was turned up.

He patiently put aside and said: "With special publicity needs, we will promote the development of local economy, form industrialization and scale, establish a culture with local characteristics, and create a local business card. Didn't it say in the book?"

A large group of officials wanted to cry. I wrote this sentence. I have an impression. What then?

"Calligraphy and painting require pens, ink, paper, inkstone, pen holders, paperweights, cutters, pen washes, pen hangers, arm rests, and so on.

Each thing is divided into three, six or nine grades, and has a place of origin, including Xuancheng's refers to the wax that is additionally waxed in the painting.

If you list these things and promote them, the local area can invigorate the economy by providing such things.

Lao Zhong is really not suitable for being a scholar of the Ministry of Households. There is no way to make money at all!

Ah Lao Bi, I am not talking about you, really not, you can do it. "

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Li Yi had to introduce listlessly.

"Xiao Yi, if you don't say the last sentence, the old man will be very grateful to you." Bi Gou looked ugly.

"Everyone! Just take the last sentence back." Li Yi nodded to Bi Gou.

"Thanks!" Bi Gou gritted his teeth.

"Hahahaha~~~" Everyone laughed again.

"That's what it means. The people have more money and the cultural atmosphere has grown.

The more the initial period, the more important the local industry.

Even if you make smoked chicken, grilled chicken, dried duck, roast goose, songhua egg, and rice noodles in your county, you can succeed.

Like the pickled mustard they made, something that is obviously worthless, after a series of processing, the added value will be obtained.

As Zaifu, you don’t need to be specific, but you have to understand the policies.

One person counts the shortcomings and the two counts the lengths. I can't cover everything. There are always omissions. You should help me check the gaps. "

Li Yi is not angry when he speaks at this time.

After he finished his mozi, he scooped a little soup and tasted it.

Turned around and took a large piece of ginger, washed it slightly, and held it in the palm of his hand. The knife began to slice it.

According to storytelling, a knife is as fast as a knife, and a knife is as close as a knife. But the blade was light, and the blade was nowhere to be seen.

Pieces of ginger, as thin as a cicada's wings, flew into the pot.

Others were stunned, and the little girl Feng Qingdai's eyes lit up, Jiang Yousi connected. The knife needs to be fast enough, so why can't he master it?

"How many knives can you get if you execute a torture? No, you can make fish fillets and make sure they are delicious."

Gao Lishi actually thought of Chiren first, and then he woke up and changed his mind.

Bi Gou took a deep breath: "Xiao Yi, it's just proficiency, why bother. The old man can practice, half a month is enough! Not to mention cutting ginger, but also cutting meat."

"Okay! Lao Bi, you practice for half a month first, I will find you a piece of sirloin for you to cut."

Li Yi's ginger slices were finished, and he said while washing the knife and hands.

"You talked about the calligraphy and painting competition. I don't need more than half a month, so it's okay to paint the sirloin."

Bi Gou doesn't want to have the same knowledge as Li Yi, but the other party is young and ignorant!

"Third brother, organize a little bit. I saw that many of the walls of the courtyard have not been demolished. They painted mortar, painted and scribbled on the top, with paint, in order to increase the color of peace."

Li Yi would not really ask Bi Gou to cut the sirloin with his hands. Instead, he would use a scalpel. A kitchen knife was definitely not allowed, and it was not this kind of cutting method.

Li Longji is pleasing to the eyes. While listening to Yidi talk about economics, while watching Yidi show his sword skills, he feels comfortable and feels cool breathing.

Not only is it cool, but it’s also a bit cold. Isn’t it raining outside all the time?

"Good, good! I should be so. As soon as Brother Yi came back, I felt at ease for my brother."

Li Longji doesn't care whether Zaifu and the people in the group are sad, he tells the truth.

Brother Yi returned from the seeds of good crops. He didn't have much rest. He still answered all questions, knowing everything and talking endlessly.

In an instant, the entire Datang seemed to be alive.

As for Zaifu and the people in the group, alas! Someone has to do the hard work, keep it!

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