[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Liu Zi thought to himself that it has only been a few months.

This young man, dressed in the same costume as a costume play, is his former roommate, former secretary, and former housekeeper.

When he was drunk or exhausted and lay dead in the apartment several times, he helped solve the problems.

Before Xin Qiji came, Hu Fei just threw him on the bed and came over occasionally to see if he was dead.

But after Xin Qiji came, not only his face and hands were wiped clean when he woke up, but also hot porridge and soup to drink.

It is impossible to say that he is a stranger.

Seeing that he was wearing an official uniform instead of a private one, Liu Zi probably knew what he was wearing, so he just wiped the soda foam off his chin with a tissue, then raised his head and asked, "What identity are you here?"

"Cheng Xueguan." Xin Qiji said seriously: "Song Guo wants to cultivate basic talents by himself, and then send them to Yangzhou to participate in new-style education. I want to talk to you about buying books."

"That is to say, let you come and buy books with me?" Liu Xi couldn't laugh or cry: "Simplified characters are easy to talk about, even if I wholesale a set of books on various subjects, can you people in the Song Kingdom understand it? "

Xin Qiji sighed, lowered his head and glanced at the official uniform, and said, "This is what the emperor meant."

"Sit down." Liu Xi noticed that the young man hadn't seen him for several months, and he was still in the same stiff and rigid state as before, so he only pointed to the chair opposite him: "How does it feel to go to Song Dynasty?"

Xin Qiji's eyes stayed on the bright electric light, and he looked away after a while and said, "It's not bad."

"Keep the mosquito repellent stickers I gave you, that's very useful." Liu Xi got up and got him a can of soda, tilted his head and smiled, "Have you used the folding saber? Don't scratch your hands."

Those were confiscated the day they were brought into Lin'an.

Xin Qiji subconsciously took the can of iced Fanta, touched the cold water drops with his fingertips, and remained silent for a while.

Liu Xi knew what this silence meant, so he just sat down and looked at him with his chin propped up: "Now come to me and ask for a book, what book do you want?"

"...an introductory book on physics and chemistry."

"Okay, are sixty books enough?" Liu Xi lowered his head and began to write the programmed approval on the tablet, and said unhurriedly, "I'll make some copies of teaching aids and papers for you?"

Self-study is not an easy thing.

Seeing that he had no intention of negotiating terms, Xin Qiji only frowned and said, "Do you not mind these things?"

"I don't mind...whether you can get into Chengbei after reading these books is a question." Liu Xi patted him on the shoulder across the table, and said earnestly: "If you really like this, you should try to get into Chengbei Middle School. With your qualifications, graduating early is not a problem."

He withdrew his hand, signed his name directly on the electronic screen, and raised his eyes to look at him again: "It's done - go to Sun Ci, she will lead you to get things."

Xin Qiji got up slowly, looked at this strange yet somewhat familiar head of state, stood there frowning for a moment, then got up and left.

Sun Ci was the one who brought him to work as a secretary at the beginning, and he still doesn't look 1.5 meters [-] tall, but his steps are brisk and he does things neatly.

After completing the formalities, Xin Qiji sent his men to carry the books back into the carriage, still feeling unreal.

The last time he came here, he was free.

He can choose to stay or stay at any time, and he can say what he wants to say, and no one will keep a distance from him—even if he has long hair all the time.

But now, he no longer has the freedom to stay here.

When Sun Ci saw him off, he smiled apologetically: "We will have a meeting with Liu Zhen later, so we won't be able to welcome you to stay for dinner. Be careful on the way."

"You're being polite." Xin Qiji said gently, "Thank you for your care."

He returned to Lin'an in a carriage, and brought back every book without missing a word.

The ones I brought back were of course elementary and junior high school textbooks.

Mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, a total of four subjects, a total of [-] books, and more than a dozen papers and teaching aids, of course, are all photocopied versions.

Zhao Gou originally thought that the meeting was going to ask for something, but when he saw that Xin Qiji came back that night, he was a little surprised.

And the latter smiled wryly at this time, knowing how troublesome things were.

The position that Lu You arranged for him was too ambiguous.

If he had a deal with Linguo, he might collude with him to enrich himself.

If there is no deal, and Lin Guo sends the book directly, then it is possible that he and Lin Guo have already made good friends internally, and they may still be conspiring to do the next step.

These books were put together with the ones in his suitcase before, surrounded by a group of civil servants and military officers.

There is not much difference between simplified and traditional characters, but people are more concerned about why the children in Linguo should learn this.

Reading——reading is a decent way of being a man, and reading is a word of integrity. Why do you need to learn arithmetic, addition and subtraction, and other things that only an accountant can use?

Does everyone in their neighboring countries have to wait to be the accountant?

Although Xin Qiji had begun to think in his heart that after reading moral books for thousands of years, immoral people should still be able to do dirty things like animals, he swallowed all the words in his mind and waited for their orders.

Mathematics books are easy to understand. After all, with the introduction of 'telephones' and other things, numbers and tape measures have become popular among nobles.

But...what do you mean by physics and chemistry?

When Prime Minister Tang looked at the chemical experiment methods and danger signs mentioned in the chemistry book Chapter 1, he was already a little dizzy.

Holding the book, he beckoned Xin Qiji to read it, and asked, "What is a chemistry laboratory?"

"Mole? Does Mole mean a mustard?"

"What about Avogadro's constant?"

More and more people came together, and almost everyone had a stomach full of questions to ask him.

Some old pedants became more and more angry as they read, and started to sigh while holding the book, and even patted the table and bench, which meant lamenting the depravity of the world.

After all, materialism is not so easy to explain, and some people may not be able to accept these things for the rest of their lives.

"Okay." Zhao Gou knocked on the table and said lazily, "Go find a place in Wensi Academy and send some smart scholars to study with him, as long as they can enter Yangzhou to study."

Only then was Xin Qiji let go by the crowd, and he unhurriedly took out a stack of test papers, and explained: "Reporting to the Holy Majesty—the Guangling Academy in Yangzhou has learned such superficial skills."

"And those who have learned these things and can pass these mock papers can enter the middle school in Jiangyin City to study."

Hearing this, Zhao Gou frowned slightly: "You're talking about their hidden Jiangyin City?"

"Yes."

It is impossible to completely hide the existence of Jiang Yincheng.

After all, an asphalt road has been built between Yangzhou and Jiangyin, and cars and trucks of various colors come and go every day, and the control is extremely strict so that they cannot enter at will, which is enough to attract the attention of the Jin and Song Dynasties.

What made Jiangyin's existence even more miraculous was that during the few days of the Battle of Yangzhou, thunder bursts suddenly broke out at the gate of Jiangyin City.

This incident undoubtedly confirms the identity of Linguo as the kingdom of the great sages and the kingdom of the gods, and more than 20 different versions have been spread by eyewitnesses and survivors.

Some said that the emperor of Linguo could call the gods in the sky, and some said that the father and mother of thunder and lightning lived in the city, so the gates were so strictly controlled that ordinary people could not go in casually and disturb their purity.

In fact, this excitement was the first time people in Jiangyin City saw it, and they didn't know how this crackling high-voltage electricity was operated.

As soon as Zhao Gou heard about this, his whole body became energetic.

"Is it true that as long as you can solve these sets of questions, you can enter Jiangyin City to study?"

There are countless people in his Great Song Dynasty who are both civil and military, how could they not even be able to handle the set of papers!

In fact, Xin Qiji himself wanted to visit Jiangyin City, but he didn't dare to say too much. He just said according to Liu Xi's original words: "You have to pass the exam."

The truth is, after hearing the rhetoric that they wanted to study theory rather than literature, Liu Xi held his stomach in his arms for a long while without being able to catch his breath.

"If you come to take the exam, don't care about your liberal arts score." Liu Xi looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and he didn't hide his playfulness: "But if you can be admitted to Chengnan or Chengbei Middle School, you must still major in both arts and science—— —Otherwise, wait for repeating grades and delay graduation.”

Thinking about it carefully, this means that after going to school, you have to make up lessons every day to keep up with the progress.

Thinking about it makes me dizzy.

"I will give you one year." Zhao Gou leaned forward, his eyes sparkling: "You pick nine scholars who are smart enough to pass this set of papers together."

"A year later, you go to take the entrance examination for their middle school."

"You have to go in, do you hear me?"

Xin Qiji observed the way the emperor gave orders, and felt a little distracted.

He suddenly remembered the can of soda that Liu Xun handed him.

"What are you still doing?" Prime Minister Tang urged, "Thank you!"

"My humble minister... Thank you, Your Majesty, for your suggestion."