Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Zhang Jingwei's morning run went on as usual. Sweet porridge was a must after the run. All the sugar at home was used up. The price of sugar on the market was shockingly high. Honey could be used as a substitute, but he was very curious about how the ancient people raised bees and made honey. Moreover, the price of honey was right. A pound of honey only cost two or three hundred yuan. If it was in the honey season in June, the price would be even cheaper.

Zhang Liu keenly noticed the admiration on Zhang Jingwei's face and said with a smile, "If the young master likes this local honey, then I will do the same every day in the future!"

Zhang Jingwei nodded slightly and replied, "That's great! This honey porridge smells so fragrant and tempting, but I wonder where the honey is actually collected?"

Zhang Liu pondered for a moment, then slowly explained, "Typically, wild bees choose to build their nests in caves deep in the mountains. Beekeepers first need to find these hives and carefully relocate them to a more secluded location. Next, they cover the hive with hollow wooden stakes and carefully seal it with clay, leaving only a small hole. Finally, they insert bamboo sticks to guide the honey out."

After hearing Zhang Liu's detailed description, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "According to this, this operation doesn't seem complicated. Then there must be quite a few beekeepers in our country, right?"

However, Zhang Liu gently shook his head and replied, "That's not true, young master. Because beekeepers often need to avoid the hustle and bustle of the world and spend most of their time living alone in remote areas, most beekeepers ultimately die alone. Furthermore, many of them, due to their own age and frailty, are unable to continue working, so they often buy a young child from a human trafficker to provide for their later years."

Zhang Jingwei nodded thoughtfully, expressing his understanding. He sighed, "I see. That makes sense. After all, the price of this honey isn't that high, so it's probably hard to make a good profit."

At this point, Zhang Liu took over and added, "Young Master, what you said is absolutely true. However, this native honey is actually very valuable in Rongdi and Beimo. However, transporting it to those places for sale is fraught with danger. If an unexpected situation occurs, it is very likely that you will end up losing everything you have invested!"

Zhang Jingwei nodded slightly, frowned, and stared deeply into the distance, as if he was thinking carefully about something important in his mind.

At this moment, a clear voice was heard: "Young Master, the servant of the Tongzhi is here to see you!" It turned out that it was Qian Ming who came jogging to report.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei came back to his senses, a hint of confusion appeared on his face, and he whispered to himself: "Teacher is looking for me? I don't know what for..." Then he immediately responded: "Okay, I'll go over and take a look." After that, he raised his foot and walked towards the door.

At this time, Liu Yanzhi's servant was quietly waiting at the door. Seeing Zhang Jingwei approaching from a distance, the servant hurried forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Zhang Xiaolian, my master has asked me to come to his house to review my lessons."

Zhang Jingwei was stunned when he heard this. He asked in surprise, "Ah?! I'm already a juren, why do I still need to attend classes?"

The servant smiled slightly and explained calmly: "Zhang Xiaolian is wrong. As the saying goes, the sea of ​​learning has no boundaries, and the sea of ​​knowledge has no end. Even though you have now achieved the title of Juren, learning has no end, and you must not be proud and complacent. I hope Zhang Xiaolian will not refuse and come with me." After that, he made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Jingwei could only reluctantly take Qian Ming, his servant, to Liu Yanzhi's home.

Arriving before the Tongzhifu, Zhang Jingwei walked with a heavy heart. Although he had been there countless times, this time he was unwilling to go. He thought of countless excuses along the way, but the old servant kept saying things like "How can a scholar not attend class?"

Inside the Tongzhifu, there was a small, somewhat simple but elegant room, which was used exclusively as a lecture hall. The room was decorated in a simple yet solemn manner, with a long table placed in the center, surrounded by several neatly arranged wooden chairs.

Liu Yanzhi was not wearing official uniform, but a blue shirt, with an elegant temperament.

Liu Yanzhi walked to the long table and stood still, then slowly said, "Jingwei."

Zhang Jingwei hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and answered loudly, "Teacher!"

Liu Yanzhi nodded slightly, a hint of apology on his face, and said, "I was really busy with official business a few days ago, so I had no time to take care of teaching. Fortunately, I have a day off today, so I can finally take some time to explain the knowledge to you."

Zhang Jingwei quickly put on an expression of gratitude and said hypocritically, "Teacher, you are so busy with your official duties, yet you still remember to teach us. I am truly grateful to you, and I can't express it in words!"

Liu Yanzhi waved his hand, motioning Zhang Jingwei to sit down. He then cleared his throat and said, "You must not neglect your studies. Today, let's discuss this 'Serious Classic'." He then picked up a yellowed book from the table and gently flipped open the pages...

There was a book on Zhang Jingwei's desk. He flipped through it and found... it was all written in classical Chinese. No wonder even though the previous test papers were all in Chinese, he couldn't understand them at all when they were put together.

Once he didn't understand what was being taught in class, he would easily fall asleep. Qian Ming, as his servant, had stood behind Zhang Jingwei and woke him up several times. Liu Yanzhi couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out the small stick at his feet and walked up to Zhang Jingwei.

Liu Yanzhi shouted sternly, "Stand up!" His voice resonated like a bell, echoing throughout the room. Zhang Jingwei was startled and shuddered violently. He jumped up from his seat as if he had been electrocuted and quickly stood up straight.

Liu Yanzhi then ordered: "Stretch out your hand!" At this time, Zhang Jingwei was still in a state of shock, with a confused look on his face, and obediently stretched out his right hand.

However, just as Liu Yanzhi raised the thin wooden stick in his hand, Zhang Jingwei suddenly realized that the teacher was going to hit his palm! He was startled and subconsciously pulled his hand back. Seeing this, Liu Yanzhi's eyes widened and he shouted loudly: "You!"

Zhang Jingwei was too scared to bother with this and quickly started to defend himself, "Teacher, I really don't understand. I'm already a juren, why do I still have to study so hard?"

After hearing this, Liu Yanzhi frowned slightly and replied righteously, "So what if he's a juren? As a teacher, it's my duty to teach and answer questions. And as a student, it's only natural for you to respect your teachers and study diligently. This is your duty as a human being!"

Zhang Jingwei seemed unconvinced and continued to refute: "But teacher, instead of teaching me these book knowledge, it would be more practical to teach me how to be an official. What do you think?"

Liu Yanzhi looked at the ignorant student in front of him, shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "It's true that the teacher is earnest, but the listener is indifferent! Extend your hand!"