Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

The next day.

Zhao Zheng stepped into the Imperial College for the 'first time'.

The eye-catching decorations made him feel dazed.

At this moment, he only felt that the official robe on his body seemed to have changed back to a cosplay costume.

Because, in his previous life, he visited the Guozijian scenic spot in Nanjing.

All the things in the past and the things in front of him made him feel the chaos of time and space.

"Ugh!"

"Why is Mr. Zhao sighing? The students have been looking forward to you for a long time. Come in quickly!"

Song Lian, the former Guozijian Jijiu, the current Hanlin scholar Chengzhi, came here today to hand over and explain the affairs of the Guozijian to Zhao Zheng.

Seeing Zhao Zheng sigh, I thought it was the first time he was a teacher, and I was worried.

She smiled and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to worry.

"I see old things today, but I'm a newcomer. Song Gong asked why, and only sighed sleepwalking soul."

"Song Gong doesn't know, Zhao is not sighing, but it seems that he came here in a dream, and taught the students here..."

"That's just right! Mr. Zhao, you are now in the Imperial College! You can give advice to those students at any time!"

Song Lian still had a smile on his face, and patted Zhao Zheng's shoulder again, and then called Dr. Guozijian inside to come over to recognize him.

"But now, I'm not here to give them advice..."

Zhao Zheng was helpless, but he could only sigh in his heart.

......

"Lord Zhao, there are currently 3000 prison students in the Guozijian, of which 450 are official students and [-] are civilian students."

"Well, besides, there are [-] other students who are supervised by other countries."

"My lord, I've finished my introduction."

"Well, at the Hanlin Academy, I'm still a little busy compiling the history of the Yuan Dynasty. After all, the "Sun and Moon Canon" that you are in charge of, Mr. Zhao, will also include it, so I will go to work first!"

"There is Lao Song Gong!"

"No work, no work."

After Song Lian finished his introduction, he waved his hand and left.

But Zhao Zheng still looked at Dr. Guozijian who was waiting for orders after watching his old back disappear.

Song Lian is a respectable person.

......

"Everyone, you should have received His Majesty's imperial edict."

"Did the Ministry of Industry print out the pinyin textbook?"

Zhao Zheng looked at the doctors of the Guozijian in front of him and asked.

"The sacrificial wine has been delivered, but only one hundred copies have been printed. I don't know if there is a mistake in the number."

"It may take half a day to start the class."

Chief doctor Xie Ze stood up and replied.

"It's a waste of time, but it's not half a day, but a day."

"It was my official who asked the Ministry of Industry to print only one hundred copies."

Zhao Zheng flipped through the roster of the three thousand supervisors of the Guozijian and explained.

"What? You ordered one hundred copies to be printed?"

"Zhao Jijiu, is the number wrong? Your Majesty's order is for us to teach pinyin and punctuation marks to the supervisor?"

"There are only one hundred copies, and the students have to pass them around after class, so there is no chance to review."

Xie Ze quickly reminded Zhao Zheng of the imperial decree.

The rest of the doctors also followed, reminding Zhao Zheng.

At present, Zhao Zheng's name as a great sage has already spread among the officials.

Officials in other departments may only know their names because of the emperor's secret decree, but they don't know why.

But the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Academy know.

So in their eyes, Zhao Zheng is a veritable great sage.

And disobedience to the holy will is a serious crime, so they hurriedly reminded them.

However, Zhao Zheng still shook his head.

"I know."

"This official will naturally not disobey the will."

"Everyone understands the power of pinyin, and everyone understands the content of the imperial decree."

"So I will teach naturally, and the students I teach will not delay their after-school review."

"Because, I intend to teach 100 people!"

"So the selection of these 100 people is the first thing we will do!"

Zhao Zheng stretched out a finger.

"What! 100 people!"

"Yes, 100 people!"

"Zhao Jijiu, isn't this a misinterpretation of the imperial decree! Think twice! The officer knows your worries, so let's avoid that foreign student, isn't it good?"

Xie Ze said eagerly, wanting to persuade Zhao Zheng to change his mind, so as not to be convicted of innocent crimes.

"No need! This is also His Majesty's intention. It's just an order from His Majesty himself. You just have to abide by it."

Zhao Zheng waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

"So let's start the selection, everyone, you know the details of these students better than this official."

"You can't do it unless you are clear, and you can't do it unless you can keep it secret."

"But!"

"Okay, I know everything!"

Xie Ze and all the doctors from the Guozijian on the scene wanted to persuade him again, but Zhao Zheng had already made a decision, so he directly aggravated his tone.

"Yes!"

A group of doctors from Guozijian finally obeyed.

It's just that they all have compassion for Zhao Zheng in their eyes.

Without him.

An imperial decree was issued to let Zhao Zheng be in charge of teaching the students of Guozijian.

But he ordered Zhao Zheng to teach only 100 people.

Who are the students of the Imperial College?

Official life, people's livelihood, foreign students.

Generally speaking, most of them are officials and students recommended by the gentry.

The great sage only teaches 100 people. He cares about one and loses another. On the surface, he prefers the strong to the mediocre.

It's a bad job.

But the importance of pinyin must be like this.

That's even worse.

......

The unitary hour of the day has passed.

"Zhao Jijiu, the officials have chosen..."

A group of doctors finally discussed a reliable candidate from among [-] students.

Then Dr. Xie Ze recorded the list of one hundred students and handed it over to Zhao Zheng.

"It's hard work. It's not easy for Dr. Xie to choose for a day. Go back and have a good rest. Call them individually tomorrow, and you will start teaching."

"Zhao Jijiu! Aren't you teaching the class yourself?"

Xie Ze was very tired, but his sincere concern for Zhao Zheng did not disappear at all.

"Haha, I'll teach the rest of the students, otherwise how can I vent their anger."

"It's indeed a good idea! It's the only way to go! Then the official will resign, and Zhao Jijiu should return home earlier!"

Zhao Zheng, who was holding the list, nodded.

It wasn't until there was no one in the Imperial College that he had the opportunity to sit down casually.

"Old Zhu, you are a ruthless person!"

Watching the setting sun slowly fall, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"But you want to use the gentry to pressure me, but you never thought that I'm not afraid at all!"

"Curse it, scold me, it's better to scold me more, and scold me harder."

"The more pressure you put on me, the more happy Lao Zhu will be, and the more assured he will use me."

"Anyway, you're scolding puppets. It's none of my business. The big deal is that when the time comes, I will change my name and make the world's gentry bear the crime of condemning great sages."

"Old Zhu, you are happy, and I am happy too."

"However, I'm happier, hahahahaha!"