I engaged in modernization in ancient times

After the court, Mo Shaoheng thought for a while, he promised Zhao Jingcheng and other fifteen teenagers to take them to skip class a few days ago.

As a result, due to unexpected events, the appointment had to be missed.

Now I have time to go to the Imperial College to have a look.

Guozijian, still the same colleague: "Jijiu asked me to tell the prince, and the prince will be in charge of the school from now on."

Mo Shaoheng is now promoted to Doctor of Letters from four teaching assistants. According to the regulations, he has to bring a dormitory.

Of course, there are many Doctors of Letters teaching in a school, and they teach different contents.

"Jijiu also said that it is up to the son to decide how to teach in this school in the future."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Didn't it mean that Guozijian sacrificed wine is an old-fashioned one?Why does he seem to be quite open-minded, he doesn't even care about taking students to skip class, and let him decide the teaching method by himself?

Guozijian Jijiu Sun Wangshu is indeed old-fashioned, but he also has his life circumstances.

Sun Wangshu studied very hard when he was young, but perhaps because of his talent, he was not outstanding in his studies.

Until he met his mentor, Mr. Yuzhi, he suddenly realized that he was successful in his studies and became famous.

So he has always been grateful to his teacher.

He always remembered the words of his mentor, Mr. Yu Zhi, "All students are talented, but they have not met a teacher who can teach students according to their aptitude."

Sun Wangshu felt that although all the students in Zhao Jingcheng's school were troublesome and gave people a lot of headaches, they were all very clever, but they didn't focus on their studies.

As for the doctor of literature of the Imperial College, it is very difficult to discipline these students. Instead of letting them sleep in the dormitory every day, it is better to let Mo Shaoheng try.

Perhaps, Mo Shaoheng is Mr. Zhao Jingcheng's Mr. Fool.

Mo Shaoheng was still a little surprised and walked towards the school. Sure enough, the thoughts of literati seem stubborn, but they are also the most free.

As a result, before they reached the school dormitory, the fifteen teenagers in front stood there. They probably got the news that he was coming to the Imperial College and ran out by themselves.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

The situation in front of him stunned Mo Shaoheng, he had the illusion that there were fifteen Nanyi standing in front of him.

Fifteen teenagers, who are only eleven or twelve years old, in Mo Shaoheng's eyes, are just junior high school students who have just graduated from elementary school.

Now, one of them is holding a guqin in his arms, standing in front of him.

I also learned his usual posture of holding the piano.

Zhao Jingcheng laughed so hard that his whole face turned into balls, "Who will dare to say that we are not your students in the future."

After finishing speaking, he held the piano in his arms, "It's exactly the same."

Ever since they saw Nan Yi holding a guqin and following behind Mo Shaoheng last time, they saw that he was a master and apprentice, and they thought that Mo Shaoheng was an assistant teacher of the four schools before, but he could not be regarded as their teacher. How to do it.

They have to finalize the relationship, otherwise someone will take them to skip class.

After going back, it was a rummaging, and there was a Guqin collection in the house, and I hugged it directly, and I didn't listen to anyone, and I had to hug it when I ate and slept.

Those who don't have a guqin at home have to ask their family to buy one even if they roll around on the ground and play ruffian.

Once these little overlords start to make trouble, it will be called wonderful.

Besides, they are just learning the piano, so they are somewhat self-motivated.

In the end, it became the current scene.

Zhao Jingcheng was still talking to Mo Shaoheng: "Do we look like students of Linjiang Xian, the number one talented scholar in Beiliang?"

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

He looked at these guqins, they were all famous ones with names, and sighed, "Don't ruin the qin."

Then he took the people and walked outside the Imperial College.

A group of people, Mo Shaoheng holding the Guqin in the front, followed by a group of "little luthiers", really is a unique scenery, attracting people to look back frequently.

Mo Shaoheng went directly to Bird Clothes Lane.

He has to carefully sort out the plan to help the refugees raise their children. Although the saint and the ministers have been persuaded in the Golden Palace today, the specific regulations are too complicated and need to be carefully considered.

As for how to persuade?

It's actually simple to say.

Didn't Mo Shaoheng introduce the tents of nomads to everyone?

He talked about the way of life of the nomads in detail.Herding life, free and easy, is not necessarily worse than farming.

Because of the water source problem in Beiliang, the arable land has never been abundant.

But there is a very large grassland in Beiliang, not far from Liangjing City.

This piece of grassland is very vast, because it is overgrown with weeds, it is very difficult to cultivate it into arable land.

Although Beiliang is said to lack water sources, it is not that there is no water source at all. There are still some small lakes and streams, but they are not enough for irrigation.

There is a very narrow stream on this prairie.

So it is especially suitable for grazing.

In the Golden Hall, Mo Shaoheng explained clearly how nomads migrate and graze, that is, they eat a piece of grass, move to another area, and return after the last piece of eaten grass grows well.

If it is a fixed residence, it is naturally impossible to adapt to this kind of nomadic life, but they happen to have a tent now.

Mo Shaoheng finished talking about this nomadic way, and then talked about the situation of animal husbandry in Beiliang.

The meat in Beiliang is very expensive, and they are basically self-raised in enclosures.

However, self-feeding in enclosures is not like in modern times, where you can directly buy feed and transport it directly. Its feeding quantity is determined by the surrounding forage.

Therefore, the amount of breeding is greatly limited, and the price is still high even if the amount is small.

Mo Shaoheng analyzed the current situation again.

It is a pity that they have a large area of ​​grassland, but it is neglected.

Mo Shaoheng wants to use the grassland, so... he needs a lot of shepherd boys.

There is another problem here, the price of cattle and sheep suitable for grazing is too high, and the yield is also low.

One cow and one sheep, and one calf and one lamb a year would be enough. This is normal birth without any accidents.

So Mo Shaoheng recommended... pigs to the sage and all the ministers.

Pigs are not suitable for grazing, but they are suitable for free-range farming. Just like in modern times, the price of pigs raised in captivity is only [-] yuan a catty, while the price of free-range pigs can reach [-] to [-] catties.

They don’t move every day on the grasslands, so free-range pigs are very suitable. You only need to build some simple pig pens in fixed places. Every day, you need to drive the free-range pigs, cattle, and sheep back to the pens. In order to prevent getting lost, the second is to have a place to keep warm at night.

Pigs can give birth to more than a dozen pigs in one litter, and the high economic benefits are unimaginable. This is one of the important reasons why the meat diet of later generations has been dominated by pork for a long time.

But here is another problem. Although there are pigs raised in various places in Beiliang, the taste of pork is not good, and it is fishy.

Nobles don't eat it.

The meat most people eat is pork, but they don't like it very much. If they don't have to eat meat for a long time, they will not buy pork.

In order to convince the sage and the ministers, Mo Shaoheng took a big box with him when he went to the Golden Palace, except for a tent, it was full of marinated pork.

The smell of pork is indeed a problem, but it is also related to the eating habits of Beiliang. The diet of Beiliang is mainly steamed and boiled.

Can you imagine what boiled pork tastes like?It is still in the situation that the price of salt is so high that it is impossible for the common people to marinate pork and then process it.

To put it bluntly, the common people feel that pork is fishy, ​​except for its own reasons, that is, no one will spend other extra expenses to process pork.

Therefore, what Mo Shaoheng presented was the stewed meat that concealed the most fishy smell.

Besides, he also has the secret of raising pigs, which can minimize the fishy smell.

At the beginning, when Mo Shaoheng took out the braised pig's ears, braised pig's trotters, braised pig's tail, braised pig's heart and liver, many people were stunned.

But Mo Shaoheng spoke clearly, and then sliced ​​or diced the stewed pork and placed it on a plate, anyway, it looked a little different from the pork they usually knew.

So being fooled by Mo Shaoheng, he tasted it with a generous attitude towards death.

As a result, the taste couldn't be stopped at all.

They all began to doubt their tongues. Is this really the hard-to-eat pork that the common people despise?

As soon as the stewed meat is bitten into the mouth, there is an aftertaste of various flavors, and the smell of meat, there is no fishy smell, and the taste is not worse than beef and mutton.

Mo Shaoheng did put a lot of thought into getting rid of the fishy smell, just used a lot of various medicinal materials, and many spices are still used as medicinal materials now, probably only Mo Shaoheng used them for cooking.

Even the saint was surprised for a long time.

Mo Shaoheng briefly talked about how to remove the fishy smell, among which salt is actually used the most.

As for salt, the price of salt in Beiliang will drop soon.

The chain is intertwined, and it seems that the economic benefits of raising pigs that Mo Shaoheng said can really be achieved.

Can't say... Maybe the people in Beiliang will be able to eat good meat in the future, not like now, the people in Beiliang may not see meat on the table once or twice a year.

This impact is too great.

Mo Shaoheng explained the various benefits of raising pigs, but herding cattle and sheep became the next best thing.

Regardless of raising pigs or grazing cattle and sheep, a large number of shepherd boys are needed.

They also probably understood what Mo Shaoheng meant when he said helping refugees raise their children.

It's just that there is no shepherd boy.

In Mo Shaoheng's words, countless jobs that can provide economic benefits have been created out of thin air.

He was recruiting, but... recruiting among refugees, recruiting children who could not afford to be raised and might be discarded.

Kill two birds with one stone and benefit all parties.

At that time, the Golden Palace was also surprised for a long time.

Of course, because it is something that has never happened before, it has also been questioned a lot.

In the end, it became, whether Mo Shaoheng was willing to "invest" in raising pigs and grazing depends on whether Mo Shaoheng can get the "investment".

There was also the matter of Mo Shaoheng asking Zhao Di to sell the land to help the refugees raise their children, and the matter of Fan Kou also wanting to participate.

This matter was not sponsored by the imperial court, but Mo Shaoheng took the lead.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, that's fine, so that his interests can be maximized instead.

Of course, for specific matters, Mo Shaoheng had to figure out some regulations, such as roughly how many shepherd boys were needed, and how many pigs, cattle and sheep could be raised.

On Wuyi Lane, there is also a shop with the flag of "halogen".

When Mo Shaoheng sorted out a rough chart and came out, the fifteen teenagers downstairs and Nan Yi were eating a pile of stewed meat with gusto.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Zhao Jingcheng: "I treat guests, I treat guests, eat whatever you want."

"Is this really pork? It's too fragrant."

Zhao Jingcheng, a snack foodie, has been paying attention to the movements of Bird's Clothes Alley since he discovered the buns, biangbiang noodles and ice cream in Bird's Clothes Lane. No, as soon as the stewed meat shop appeared, he went to hunt for novelties.

And gave him a new surprise.

The other teenagers were also very surprised, they knew how tricky their mouths were.

But this stewed meat is fragrant but not greasy, and you can taste a variety of delicate aromas when you taste it carefully.

When Zhao Jingcheng asked people to move a lot of them, they were still very surprised. Although they had a lot of regular money every month, because they were still young, they still had a lot of regular money.

As a result, when asked, the price was surprisingly heart-warming, no wonder Zhao Jingcheng looked rich and powerful.

Mo Shaoheng also smiled, this is his shop's only business.

Zhao Jingcheng's face was covered with sweat, he probably just returned from serving as a soldier for others.

Zhao Jingcheng ate a few mouthfuls and ran outside, "I'm going to serve as a soldier for others."

Nan Yi couldn't help giving a thumbs up, "If you don't support the wall, I will obey you."

A group of teenagers: "..."

What is this little Taoist talking about?

But soon Zhao Jingcheng came back dejectedly. He probably didn't make the pawn, so he muttered angrily, "What's the matter with His Royal Highness? He himself lost the game and blamed me for not being a pawn. Now he won't let me play."

"I am a small soldier, and I can still decide the outcome."

Mo Shaoheng smiled, looking at Zhao Jingcheng's sweaty face, it would be good to have a rest.

After thinking for a while, his eyes moved. He is now "attracting business", looking for someone to help refugees raise their children with him. Zhao Yanqiu is the real fat man who can give away glass beads when he was a child.

Call someone, let someone go and invite Zhao Yanqiu to come over.

By the time Zhao Yanqiu came, it had been a while, probably after the game was over.

Zhao Yanqiu looked vigilant, "Aren't you going to send me a war card again?"

"And what's going on with your three-street battle? Now you want to play a game, but you have to wait in line for a long time."

"I heard from the Eagle Guard in your mansion that the promotion match is about to start?"

Mo Shaoheng nodded, "For the first season of Three Streets, there were too many teams signing up. In order to better select the winners of this season, we will use the promotion mode."

"That is to say, the teams that have lost too much will be eliminated, and the winning teams will continue to compete. Finally, the last few victorious teams will be determined, and the final championship competition of this season will continue."

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

There are so many tricks, so I couldn't help asking a few more questions.

Mo Shaoheng said, "The specific rules will be announced in a few days."

The reason he came to Zhao Yanqiu was not to talk about this, he pushed the stewed meat in front of him while talking, "Taste it."

Zhao Jingcheng showed his head, "I bought it, I'm treating you, you have to let me play later."

"..."

Really don't miss any chance.

Zhao Yanqiu was a little surprised, "Pork?"

Mo Shaoheng nodded, Zhao Yanqiu had a carefree day and didn't care about the affairs of the court at all.

Zhao Yanqiu frowned, and looked around at the fifteen teenagers who were eating with gusto, they were all sons of aristocratic families, how could...

I couldn't help being more curious in my heart, I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth, and my eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Is it really pork?"

Sure enough, the first reaction of everyone who ate it was this.

Mo Shaoheng asked, "How's the taste? Are you interested in participating?"

Zhao Yanqiu, "Participation? What do you mean?"

Mo Shaoheng began to explain seriously, this is also a plan he sorted out just now.

"I plan to raise a large number of pigs, cows, and sheep, and pigs are the main ones. I might as well tell you that I have the secret of raising pigs, which can make pork no longer smell..."

In fact, he still has the secret to make the pig grow bigger and fatter than it is now, but it would be too mysterious to say it, and it would be more real for people to see it with their own eyes after he grows up.

"The so-called shareholding means that you only need to contribute money, and I will be in charge of the management. After the harvest, I will divide it according to the amount of shares you own."

Mo Shaoheng talked about the shepherd boy, the grassland, and the grazing.

"The imperial court promised to give me the grassland for free in return for helping the refugees raise their children."

This is a very great bargaining chip, because without that piece of grassland, everything is empty talk.

In the room, fifteen teenagers who were eating stewed pork surrounded them without knowing what they were talking about, and they listened with gusto.

Mo Shaoheng continued, "This is definitely a lucrative business. The initial investment is probably to buy young animals, build pig sheds and build fences..."

Pigs cannot graze. In addition to the pig shed, a fence must be built. Of course, the larger the fence, the better. It is best if the entire grassland can be fenced. Of course, this is impossible and unnecessary. You only need to build fences at fixed points.

This investment is actually quite large, but once it is established, it only needs maintenance in the later stage.

Zhao Yanqiu looked at the stewed pork on the plate. In fact, he had already tasted the value of the pork. If the price was right, the common people would definitely buy it. Even nobles would not object to such delicious pork.

He also heard what Mo Shaoheng said about how many piglets a pig can give birth to in a year, how good the economic benefits are, and how hype it is anyway, he was really moved.

"You only need to invest money to distribute the money every year? Don't care about anything else?"

Mo Shaoheng nodded, "Commercial investment and management must be separated, otherwise each has its own ideas, and there will only be problems in the end."

Zhao Yanqiu, "Is it not just me?"

Mo Shaoheng nodded, "At present, Yan Wang and Fan Mansion have both expressed their participation, and the specific amount of contribution has not yet been determined."

When Mo Shaoheng was talking, he didn't see the bright eyes of the fifteen teenagers.

Zhao Yanqiu said "Oh" and thought for a while, "That's fine, just treat it as me doing something for the refugees, so as not to be talked about every day, I know how to have fun."

Mo Shaoheng was about to say something, but Duanmu Brothers, Murong Brothers, and Tantai Yueye who came in at some time behind Zhao Yanqiu also said,

"Count us in, it happens that our martial arts family doesn't know how to make money, so it would be nice if we can share it just by investing."

The joint cooperation model of participating in shares and dividends appeared for the first time in Beiliang.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, it was not in vain that he spent so much saliva.

For people in Beiliang, because it is a breeding model that has never been seen before, of course they are worried about the risks involved.He was worried about the difficulty of "investment attraction", but he didn't expect to succeed so quickly.

When Zhao Yanqiu left, he held a big bag of braised pork in one hand: "..."

A pack of pig ears and a pack of pig tails.

It was Mo Shaoheng who strongly recommended it to him, "I went to Dongshi personally and bought all the pig ears and pig tails that day. At that time, others were not only selling them, but I had to spend a lot of time to get people to agree."

Zhao Yanqiu looked at Mo Shaoheng who was standing with the piano in his arms: "..."

He couldn't believe what a scene it was.

After they left, only Zhao Jingcheng and a dozen teenagers were left.

Mo Shaoheng thought, now that he is a doctor of literature, these students are holding qins one by one, and their qin seems to be bought by the family after spending a lot of money.

If you don't teach something, you can't justify it.

Still the same sentence, at least don't humiliate these guqins.

Mo Shaoheng began to teach these students the basics of the guqin, and by the way let them pick and pull the strings, which was considered a pleasure.

Next to him, Nan Yi, who was practicing a simple piano score "Caiwei", trembled when he heard the sound of a group of strings, "God, howling."

Mo Shaoheng was funny, and he didn't even think about it. When they went to Beihai, Nan Yi's "crying and howling" lasted for more than half a month.

A group of students were laughing and shy, "Why does our piano look like mourning!"

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

There is no point in my heart.

He didn't say anything. Playing the piano is supposed to do whatever you want, and it's an elegant thing. If you force yourself to achieve a certain purpose, take a test, and so on, it will be a failure.

That's not bad, it's just for self-entertainment, there's no need to make it so serious.

The leisurely time passed quickly.

Mo Shaoheng thought for a while, Zhao Jingcheng bought the stewed meat just now from his shop, and he also gave it to Zhao Yanqiu.

Said, "Let's go, please eat biangbiang noodles."

"what?"

But a group of students were so happy that they didn't know why a group of young masters from aristocratic families were so excited to eat biangbiang noodles.

Perhaps for them, what is important is not what to eat, but the atmosphere and process.

Now this time is the time for the small shopkeepers to call it a day.

A group of small shopkeepers are queuing up there to get buns.

In the steamed stuffed bun shop, several never-before-seen steamer baskets were stacked high, and white steam emitted from time to time.

Douzi shrunk his head, "So we have to eat so many buns every day."

Xiao Er, who was steaming the buns, said in his heart, more than that, he has to steam several batches.

Douzi was still talking to Luo Zhaodi who was next to him, "Shouldn't all the money earned by the prince be used to support us?"

Luo Zhaodi: "..."

Shizi didn't make any money at all.

The noodle shop Mo Shaoheng and the others went to was next to it.

Now the noodle shop has also been improved, and the inside is the pattern of a modern noodle shop, that is, rows of long tables and stools.

This can accommodate more people.

Design is naturally good.

A group of students noticed something strange as soon as they entered the door, "Huh?"

They weren't like this last time they came, how did they suddenly become like this?

Eyes lit up.

These tables and stools looked so unique, they had never seen them before.

I hurried in and sat on the stool, which was so novel.

The feeling is not bad, it is not crowded and noisy like other shops.

The shopkeeper also came out, just now he was sighing, the shop has become clean and tidy, it is indescribably neat, and it is more pleasing to the eye than other people's houses.

But their sons are too good at spending money.

Zhao Jingcheng shouted directly, "One bowl of biangbiang noodles per person."

The shopkeeper nodded with a smile. Their shop is not one of those large restaurants, but just an ordinary restaurant. It is quite strange to gather so many young masters from aristocratic families.

Mo Shaoheng also walked in, thought for a while, and said, "I leave you a homework assignment today."

A teacher who doesn't leave homework is not a competent teacher. The so-called learning from the past...

A group of students: "..."

homework?

What's this?Mo Shaoheng continued: "Go back today and make a bowl of biangbiang noodles for your parents. There are ready-made noodles and seasonings in the shop."

You only need to boil a pot of boiling water, take it out, and pour in the prepared seasoning.

A group of students: "..."

Weird homework.

Mo Shaoheng glanced at it, "You can also copy the book."

A group of students were frowning enough to kill mosquitoes, and hurried to watch how to cook noodles.

After eating the noodles, a group of people held a pack of dry noodles in each hand.

The dumb and cute don't know what they are doing.

The point is that if they don't complete this "homework", if the prince meets their parents and suddenly asks.

……

Zhao Jingcheng went to find his mother when he returned to Zhenxi Palace.

Concubine Yi happened to have a banquet for several noble ladies today, among them, Princess Rong of the Zhendong Prince's Mansion was a bit annoying, she relied on her own family to give birth to a queen, her son Wang Xiaolian was good at studies, and often made others look poor.

No, he came here as a guest, but he couldn't say anything good, "I heard that your family, Jing Cheng, skipped class again?"

"The child of eleven or twelve, why are you still so worrying?"

"I usually hear from my family, Xiaolian, that Jing Cheng is always making troubles. Last time, the master of the Imperial College almost fainted."

"Their school, how many doctors of literature have gone away with anger, but I heard that they are all led by your family, Jing Cheng."

Princess Yi: "..."

Her son was such a headache that she couldn't help it, and she was also worried all day long, but there was no one who came to visit him, and the one who criticized him in front of her was still in front of the other wives.

One by one, their family, Jing Cheng, was uneducated, causing trouble, and asking parents, which one of them would not panic when she heard this, even if you were tactful, she would still take it as a kind heart.

The faces of the other wives were a little embarrassed, and someone smoothed things over, "That kid Jing Cheng is just a little fussy, and he usually looks quite well-behaved."

Concubine Rong laughed outright, cute?Zhao Jingcheng's title of little overlord, in the aristocratic family in Beijing, who doesn't know it, knows it in a day because of his family's rampant dominance.

The topic changed, "Our family is Xiaolian, because of his good schoolwork, last time the queen was called into the palace exam to teach her homework."

"Queen Wang said that in a few years, when Xiaolian grows up, she will go to the saint to find a job."

After stepping on Zhao Jingcheng, he did not forget to praise her son Wang Xiaolian.

Princess Yi: "..."

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, but there is nothing I can do. Her son Zhao Jingcheng is usually a little skinny, and it is well known that he doesn't like reading.

She was so stunned that she couldn't refute.

At this time, Zhao Jingcheng walked in in a daze holding Guqin.

Seeing that, quite a few people quickly stopped in their tracks.

Princess Yi was about to call him in, when she heard Zhao Jingcheng say, "Mother, are you hungry? I'll cook you something to eat."

After finishing speaking, he ran away. He was most afraid that these empresses, princesses and concubines would get together. Every time they talked about him, they trembled when they thought about it.

Princess Yi didn't react in a daze, did she hear wrong just now?

Others were also stunned.

But everyone didn't take it seriously, maybe they heard it wrong, and then they continued to listen to Princess Rong's praise of her son Wang Xiaolian's ability to read and understand, and by the way, remind Princess Yi to be more worried.

While chatting, a group of servants came in under the leadership of Zhao Jingcheng. The eyebrow man was holding a food plate in his hand, and a small bowl was placed at the door.

He brought back a lot of dry noodles, thinking that her mother is having a banquet now, it seems a bit inappropriate to only cook for her mother alone.

Simply divide the noodles into small portions and cook a few more bowls.

"Mother, this is the biangbiang noodles I cooked, try it quickly to see if it tastes good."

Quiet.

What kind of noodles?

That's not the point, just now Zhao Jingcheng said he cooked it?

Beiliang has not yet understood the phrase "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen" to mean that men cannot enter the kitchen. Its original meaning is still, because they don't bear to kill and have kindness in their hearts, stay away from the slaughter scene.

Like Mo Shaoheng sometimes cooks, no one says anything, it's just that few nobles do this.

Because few people do this, it is even more commendable, especially for a young governor who cooks for his parents himself, it feels completely different.

The nanny who came in also quickly smiled and said, "Princess, the prince really did it himself, and the old servant helped boil the pot of water just now."

As if afraid that people would not believe it, he added, "This is the first time this old slave has seen this face, so naturally he won't know it."

Zhao Jingcheng thought to himself, why are you so happy without eating any noodles?

Said, "Mother, the noodles won't taste good if you get tired of them, so hurry up and have a taste."

Only then did Princess Yi recover from her surprise, and even secretly glanced at the old mother.

The old nanny nodded, and the corners of Princess Yi's lips almost twitched, and she looked at Princess Rong of Zhendong Palace, "My son Jing Cheng is not good at school, but he is still sensible."

She was so aggrieved just now, she was trampled on for a long time and couldn't reply.

"Xiao Lian is so well-behaved, he must always be so respectful and filial, right? Speaking of it, I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. This is the first time I have eaten food cooked by my son."

After finishing speaking, he took a look at Princess Rong's unnatural expression, and then changed the subject, "Everyone, come and taste the food made by Jing Cheng, I don't know if I can eat it, I'm afraid I will be laughed at by everyone .”

She said so on her mouth, but her heart felt like she had been wiped with honey. She thought, no matter how unpalatable it was, she would eat it today.

As a result, when I put the white and tender noodles into my mouth, I couldn't help being stunned.

Zhao Jingcheng was still a little nervous, "Isn't it delicious? I obviously made it according to the steps on the shop."

Princess Yi's astonishment flashed past, and it was beyond her imagination, especially the sauce, which tastes very good when eaten with noodles.

The other ladies were also stunned. They thought it was just for fun, but they didn't expect it to be a unique taste.

It's just that my heart is a little sour, why is their son not so sensible.

What's wrong with your studies?She is filial, it seems that Princess Yi is so happy that she can't hide the smile on her face.

Zhao Jingcheng also breathed a sigh of relief, so he just said, it's obviously delicious, "Mother, I also bought braised pork, the taste is completely different from what I usually eat, it's fragrant and delicious, I think my mother must have never tasted it, I specially brought some back for my mother to taste."

"I also know how to make buns. When I have free time, I will also make buns for my mother, but they say I make them ugly."

Several others: "..."

It's so sour that my teeth are about to fall out.

Zhao Jingcheng also whispered, "Mom, I'll discuss something with you later, I want to take a share to help refugees raise their children."

Princess Yi didn't quite understand, but Zhao Jingcheng had already hopped away.

Concubine Yi chatted with a few people again, but the topic was much more relaxed, mostly praising Zhao Jingcheng for being sensible and filial.

Princess Rong of the Zhendong Palace couldn't stay any longer, and left after a few polite words.

Princess Rong returned to Zhendong Palace, just in time to meet Wang Xiaolian who was coming back from school.

Wang Xiaolian saluted, "Mother, I'm going to review the class."

Concubine Rong was sore. Hearing the words, she almost didn't bring it up, "I know the warm class every day, and I don't know when I will be able to eat the biangbiang noodles you cooked."

Wang Xiaolian was dumbfounded, looking at Princess Rong who was suddenly angry.

Didn't his mother expect him to be buried in the book all day long? What happened today?

And what are the biangbiang noodles?

At the same time, a similar scene happened in the homes of fifteen teenagers.

The elders in the mansion were all dumbfounded. Why did the little overlord in their family, who can be so angry all day long, suddenly become sensible?

In the past, they were often offended, firstly, by their little ancestors, and secondly, when others showed off their children in front of them, they dared not even answer the words.

No, they have to show off too.

It is estimated that Mo Shaoheng did not expect that a kind of "filial piety noodles" called biangbiang noodles had spread among the noble families.

Now the wives of noble families always ask when they meet each other, "So-and-so in your family, did you cook biangbiang noodles for you? Tsk, the taste is just..."

Can it be delicious?That is filial piety.

Of course, they have been suppressed too much by people showing off their children for a long time. This time they counterattacked a little bit harder. Besides, they are not fighting alone, and there are fourteen other mansions to cooperate with them.

Of course, this is something.

At this time, Princess Yi sent off the wives who were invited to the banquet with a smile on her face, and went to Zhao Jingcheng's yard.

As we got closer, we noticed some changes.

In the courtyard, there were many swords and swords for practicing martial arts, and Zhao Jingcheng was practicing in the courtyard, sweating profusely.

Concubine Yi waited for a long time to confirm that she was not mistaken.

They belong to Wu Xun's mansion, and the children of the next generation must practice martial arts.

But Zhao Jingcheng usually spends three days fishing and two days drying the net, holding his ears and refusing to practice martial arts seriously.

But now, he moved all the swords and swords used for martial arts into the courtyard, and he even lost himself and muttered words.

If you listen carefully, what else can you hear? The Fifth Highness actually thinks that he is not qualified to be a soldier, but he is going to become the most prestigious boy in Beiliang.

When he finishes practicing, he will be a blockbuster.

Swinging the sword one after another with enthusiasm, Princess Yi didn't even have the heart to disturb her with such vigor.

After Zhao Jingcheng practiced martial arts, he went back to his room and practiced the piano clangingly. Although it was messy, it was a process that beginners had to go through. No one was born to be a monster. I couldn't help it, "Oh, why is it still like crying, this was taught by Linjiang Immortal."

Princess Yi: "..."

Today's surprise really shocked her. When did her son become so diligent and conscious?Is this the ignorant dude that other people say?

When did the change start?It seems that the eldest son of the Mo family took her son to skip class?

Changes always happen inadvertently, and I'm afraid even Zhao Jingcheng didn't notice it.

People, sometimes what is lacking is not hard work or change, but the lack of motivation and goals.

……

At this moment, Mo Shaoheng was still worrying about "attracting investment".

But counting with my fingers, I have a good relationship with him... I don't think so.

Those who don't scold him are considered good.

Mo Shaoheng sighed, "Doing business really requires good interpersonal relationships."

He didn't have classes every day in the Imperial College, and several doctors of literature were in charge of a dormitory. The teaching in ancient times was different from that of modern times. There was no class time, and a doctor of literature taught every day.

So he hasn't been to the Imperial College for several days. It is impossible for him to go to other doctor of literature classes. If he runs to take the students to skip class, he is really crazy.

Frowning, his grazing plan needs too much money this time, and it may not be enough to raise a few more. After all, investors can't be forced to go bankrupt to support his business.

"Should we really have to sell the fields?"

After worrying for several days, it was his turn to go to the Imperial College to teach again.

Naturally, these students were taught poems and songs. Because he inserted it temporarily, he didn't make specific arrangements.

The sacrificial wine also made him watch the lecture.

So as soon as he entered the dormitory, Mo Shaoheng directly waved his hand, "Take you to play."

The boy in the school dormitory was so happy that he screamed.