Happy Little Scholar

Professor Feng naturally didn't know what "late stage of laziness" meant. None of his students had ever talked nonsense to him so seriously. He was still doubting in his heart, could this really be a strange disease he had never heard of?

"The disease that prevents you from being an official?"

Li Mingzhu's eyes showed a strange look, and as for Prefect Dong, who had been standing next to him without saying anything, his face began to darken. Tianlai 『Novel

The scholar in front of him was clearly not interested in fame and was unwilling to be a small school official. He made up this "stubborn disease that prevents him from being an official" to fool Professor Feng, and Professor Feng actually believed it!

If Princess Yongle hadn't been present at this moment, Prefect Dong would have been unable to help but scold the students under his jurisdiction who were not enterprising and self-indulgent. If everyone was as tired of fame as him, how could the country select talents?

"Forget it, since you have a physical illness, then take a good rest. We'll talk about this later." Professor Feng shook his head and said with a sigh.

In the prefectural school, there have been students who have participated in the imperial examinations over the years. After failing the exams many times, they became dazed and even crazy. Some people have suffered from the blow of failing the exams for a long time, and they fell ill and had a splitting headache when they picked up books...

Professor Feng has been an official for many years and has seen a lot of such things. He subconsciously attributed Li Yi to this kind of people.

Fame is important, but if you sacrifice your life for fame, it is not worth it.

Li Yi was slightly startled when he heard what Professor Feng said.

This lord, actually believed it?

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. It was really uneasy to deceive such an honest man...

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"I didn't expect that there would be such a strange disease in the world. I am really ignorant." After walking out of Ruyifang for a long time, Professor Feng sighed, and there was still a strong regret in his tone.

"Do you really think he is telling the truth?" Dong Zhifu looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

The scene just now reappeared in his mind, and Prefect Dong had to admit that, apart from Princess Yongle, after this incident, he had a deeper impression of the scholar.

"What does Prefect Dong mean?" Professor Feng looked at him with a puzzled look.

A moment later, a man who suddenly rushed on the street attracted the attention of many people.

"How dare this boy deceive me!"

Professor Feng was furious. He had been in charge of the prefectural school for so many years, and all the students were respectful and polite to him. How could he have met such a naughty person?

At this time, Professor Feng was extremely suspicious. Was the "Disciples' Rules" really written by him?

It was a great shame for a professor of the prefectural school, a Jinshi, to be fooled by a scholar. Professor Feng showed an angry look on his face, rolled up his sleeves and was about to turn back, angrily saying: "Hmph, I have seen many such stubborn people. Even if he is a rotten wood, I will make him repent!"

Over the years, he has taught countless students and encountered many stubborn people. For Li Yi, Professor Feng's heart has developed a bit of obsession.

"Forget it, forget it. He is afraid that he has no intention of fame at all. No matter how much you and I say, it is just talking to a cow." Prefect Dong shook his head and pulled him back in time.

Since the other party has no intention of being the school official, they can't force him. What's more, there is still that person in the store, so it's even worse for Professor Feng to interfere.

Professor Feng doesn't know her identity. If he says something wrong and bumps into the princess, it will be bad.

Just when Professor Feng was furious but couldn't disobey Prefect Dong, and was extremely depressed, Li Yi sat lazily on a chair in the shop, crossed his legs, and drank tea, feeling extremely relaxed.

"Why don't you want to be a school official?" Li Mingzhu held his sword to his chest and looked at him with interest and asked.

Since the imperial examination system was established, countless students have studied hard, isn't it just to have a chance to pass the imperial examination and get an ordinary official position?

It's rare to find a scholar who doesn't want to be an official.

Li Yi curled his lips, swallowed a mouthful of tea, and said, "What's the good of being a low-level school official? There is no rank, and being ordered around all day long is boring...

If you want to be an official, at least you have to be a county magistrate, or at least a county lieutenant. What's the point of being a school official?"

If you want to gain a foothold in this world and not be bullied, you have to know how to hug thighs, but instead of hugging other people's thighs, it's better to become a thigh yourself.

You don't need to be a high-ranking official. Even if you are a small county magistrate, at least you won't be bullied casually, right?

As for the school official, he never considered it.

"A county magistrate is directly appointed by the current emperor. It is a seventh-rank official position. If you want to be a county magistrate, why don't you try your best to pass the exam? Even the eighth-rank county lieutenant has a juren title. You are a small scholar who doesn't even have the qualifications to be registered in the Ministry of Personnel. Naturally, it is unlikely to be elected." Li Mingzhu looked at him and said lightly.

Li Yi didn't speak this time. He just said it casually. With his lazy personality, if he really wants him to take charge, he is afraid that he will only find it interesting at the beginning, and he will definitely get bored after a long time.

"Let's go..."

The female head constable didn't ask any more questions. She drank a small jar of wine, threw down two words lightly, and continued to go out to patrol the streets.

"County lieutenant..."

The moment she stepped out of the door, the corner of her mouth curled up a little arc, and disappeared in an instant.

In the prefectural yamen, Dong, the prefect who had just returned to the prefecture, carefully read the memorial that had already been written several times, and after checking it for correctness, he sent it out by express horse.

Considering the distance between Qing'an Prefecture and Kyoto, this memorial can be presented to the emperor in two days at the fastest and three days at the slowest.

Education is no small matter. Although as the prefect, he can make decisions on all matters in the prefecture, but if he really wants to promote "Disciples' Rules" in Qing'an Prefecture, he must first get the emperor's approval.

Of course, before writing this memorial, he already knew that this matter was just a process.

The "Disciples' Rules" is indeed of great benefit to children's elementary education. The current emperor is not a pedantic and conservative person. If there is no accident, good news will come from Kyoto in a few days.

At the same time, on the other side of the prefectural city, the female constable stepped into a delicate courtyard somewhere, and a female official greeted her from afar.

"Princess..."

Not long after, someone walked out of the courtyard and sent a letter to the post station.

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Although the shop in the palace has opened, Ruyi Lu is still in short supply because of the shortage of stock a few days ago. Just after noon, the Ruyi Lu in the shop was sold out again.

It was a bit boring to stay in the shop. A few girls were left to look after the shop, and Lao Fang had to stay. Li Yi walked out of the shop slowly alone.

"Son-in-law, where are you going?" Lao Fang raised his head and asked.

"Back to the village, eat hot pot..."

He replied lazily and walked towards the direction of the car next to him.

"Hot pot..."

Lao Fang was stunned for a moment, and wiped his saliva with some desire. Although he didn't know what this "hot pot" was, every time the son-in-law mentioned the word "eat", he couldn't help but salivate.