Rise of Qinglian

"What Brother Tianwen said is true. A wealthy businessman can donate ten thousand taels of silver. It is already very good. Spending ten thousand taels of silver to buy a good reputation. One hundred thousand taels is too expensive. If you donate one hundred thousand taels, his heirs can enter Yingtian. It is estimated that many wealthy businessmen will be willing to donate 100,000 taels of silver to study in the academy, but in this case, Yingtian Academy will become a private school for rich children, and the dean will not agree, let alone King Lu Yang."

Liu Xian said seriously, with a strong and powerful tone.

Chen Qian smiled slightly and did not comment. He changed his tone and said, "Okay, that's it for today. We will stop talking for three months. You can arrange your own activities. When you come back after three months, everyone will submit a policy essay. The content is about our Qufu County."

"Yes, Master."

Wang Tianwen and others agreed in unison, and they were not in a hurry to leave.

They left after Chen Qian left.

Wang Tianwen, Liu Xian, Sun Jiawen and Fang Ziyi walked side by side. The four of them entered Yingtian Academy on the same day and had a good relationship.

"Brother Liu Xian, do you have any plans? What do you plan to write in the policy review?"

Wang Tianwen asked casually.

"I plan to write a policy paper on farming. Most of the land in Qufu County is in the hands of the powerful. Ordinary people don't have much land at all. How about you!"

Liu Xian comes from a poor family. Their family has very little land. Most of the people in the village are servants outside of Yuan Li. It is similar in other villages. The land is controlled by wealthy families. Most poor families rent the fields from wealthy families for farming. , life is very tight. In a disaster year, if you are lucky, you can still chew the bark of the tree. If you are unlucky, you will not even be able to chew the bark. In order to prevent your children from starving to death, ordinary people can only sell their children to wealthy families. Become a slave and you can survive.

For ordinary people, fields are life.

"I plan to write a policy paper about business. If business is prosperous, the government can collect more taxes and money. When encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters, the government will also have money to provide disaster relief. Forging iron requires one's own hard work. If the government is poor, the people will definitely Not having a good time.”

Wang Tianwen chose to write about business strategies because he had both public and selfish motives.

He had a bold idea. It would be great if his family could develop in the Central Plains. The Eastern Barren was the last area developed by the human race. To be honest, the resources for cultivating immortals in the Eastern Barren were not small, but most of them were in the hands of big forces. , the Wang family only controlled some territory and did not control any mineral resources.

There are many minerals in the Northern Xinjiang and many monsters in the South China Sea. The Central Plains is the hub of the Eastern Wasteland, the South China Sea, the Western Desert and the Northern Xinjiang. If the Wang family can develop in the Central Plains cultivation world, they can transport the minerals from the Northern Xinjiang to the South China Sea for sale, or they can The monster resources from the South China Sea are transported to Northern Xinjiang for sale. Of course, this requires strong force. All the big forces do this.

The Wang family is not familiar with the Central Plains Cultivation World, and Wang Tianwen plans to find out for himself. If he can figure out the profit model of the Cultivation Family in the Central Plains Cultivation World, the Wang family can learn from it.

He also had his own selfish reasons for doing this. He really liked the atmosphere of the Central Plains cultivation world. It would be great if his family could develop in the Central Plains.

"Where are you!" Wang Tianwen looked at Sun Jiawen and Fang Ziyi.

Sun Jiawen comes from a family of officials and has a somewhat straight personality. He likes to do things according to his own temperament. As for Fang Ziyi, she claims that her family is in business, but Wang Tianwen does not believe it.

Fang Ziyi's speech and behavior were completely different. Everyone had their own secrets. She refused to tell them, and Wang Tianwen didn't ask.

Sun Jiawen chuckled and said, "I plan to write about the selection and promotion of officials. I am familiar with this aspect."

A good official can benefit one party, but a cruel official can harm one party.

Fang Ziyi smiled sweetly and said: "I plan to write about water conservancy. The embankment of the Heilong River was destroyed. The magistrate of Dongyang County has a great responsibility. It is impossible not to pay attention to water conservancy. Water can irrigate fields and kill people."

Liu Xian hesitated for a moment, looked at Wang Tianwen, and said sincerely: "Brother Tianwen, didn't you say you wanted to be a guest at my home last time? If you don't mind how shabby my home is, come and live at my home for a while. My third uncle is in a restaurant in the county town. I can tell you about the operation of the restaurant, it should be useful to you."

Wang Tianwen is easy-going, gentle and easy to talk to.

Sun Jiawen comes from a family of officials. He has a relatively straightforward personality. He talks about whatever comes to his mind. Most of what he talks about is official affairs, which leaves Liu Xian confused.

Fang Ziyi seemed to have no airs, but Liu Xian could tell that she was not close to anyone and was only polite on the surface.

Wang Tianwen thought for a moment and agreed.

Half an hour later, they left Yingtian Academy and parted ways.

Wang Tianwen patted the spirit beast bag, and a tall green-scaled horse flew out and landed in front of him.

"Brother Liu Xian, where is your home? It will be faster if you ride my spirited horse."

"It's in Liujia Village in Pingjiang County, only more than five hundred miles away from Yingtian Academy."

Wang Tianwen nodded, got on his horse, stretched out his right hand, and pulled Liu Xian up.

He slapped the blue-scaled horse's butt, and the green-scaled horse moved its limbs and ran forward quickly, very fast.

This Qinglin horse is already a second-level low-grade horse and can run very fast.

Half a day later, Wang Tianwen and Liu Xian appeared outside Liujia Village.

"Dismount! Brother Liu Xian, we are here."

Wang Tianwen and Liu Xian got off their horses. Wang Tianwen put away his green-scaled horse and walked into Liujia Village with Liu Xian.

His move made Liu Xian's favor double.

The monks in the world of immortal cultivation in the Central Plains live together with mortals. The status of immortal cultivators is much higher than that of mortals. The green-scaled horse does not look like a mortal thing at first glance. If Wang Tianwen rode a green-scaled horse to Liu Xian's house, Liu Xian's parents would definitely He will be treated as a cultivator.

It was noon and the weather was hot.

Farmers wearing coarse cloth were working in the fields, sweating profusely, and their cheeks were flushed by the hot sun.

"Liu Erluozi is back. I heard that you were admitted to Yingtian Academy and will be successful in the future. Don't forget about your uncle Dali."

A tall dark-faced man said with a smile, with a hint of envy in his tone.

"Uncle Dali is joking. I'm just a student now. Where are my parents! They went back to rest so early? They shouldn't!"

"After you were admitted to Yingtian Academy, Yuan Wai Li immediately gave your family rent-free and gave you more than fifty acres of land. Our family is now your family's servants. Your parents are lucky enough to have a child like you. Promising son, your family will soon have the second member Li."

Liu Xian was slightly startled. He was planning to write a policy statement criticizing the powerful for occupying a large amount of land. In the blink of an eye, his family had more than fifty acres of land, and his former neighbors became his servants?

In this case, he still wants to write policies about farming? Doesn’t that mean you are scolding yourself?

Wang Tianwen looked thoughtful. He was a little curious about how Liu Xian wrote policy papers.