Becoming a stepmother of three children gives me space

Inside the Ministry of War, officials were restless and had no focus on their work. They stretched their necks, waiting for the latest news from Zuixianju.

Spending millions of taels of silver to make windows with colored glaze,

Top up 2000 taels and receive a glass bottle worth hundreds of thousands.

Free vouchers worth one or two taels of silver were given to the people of Beijing.

Such inhumanity made the officials anxious and eager to fly to Zuixianju immediately to recharge 2000 taels and exchange for a box of glass wine bottles.

2000 taels won’t buy you any loss, and you won’t be cheated.

Fortunately, the Zuixianju event lasts for two days, so I still have time. After the shift is over, I will go home to get the silver and then go to the restaurant to recharge.

Those who couldn't wait had already asked their servants to go back to the house to get the money in advance, in case the glass bottles were all gone.

In stark contrast to their excitement, Doctor Lu was suffering the most painful torment in his heart.

Yesterday,

He had just spent 55 taels to buy a pair of glass bottles, and now he could own a box of glass bottles with better quality and larger appearance for 2000 taels.

Anyone would be furious.

“Seeing is believing, hearing is believing.”

"Zuixianju is not stupid. How could they possibly exchange a glass bottle worth millions of taels for 2000 taels?"

“It must be false propaganda.”

Doctor Lu still has some brains. He knows that the news from Zuixianju cannot be wrong, but it is not certain whether the glass bottle is really of good quality.

quickly,

His colleague's servant came back with a transparent beer bottle, which shattered his luck. For this quality, the glass merchant offered a price of one million taels for it yesterday.

"The owner of Zuixianju said that the glass shop next to the restaurant will open tomorrow. The glass bottles are worth 20 taels, and the glass windows are worth 200 taels..."

The news brought back by the servant immediately broke Doctor Lu's defense.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Roaring is just to vent the inner unwillingness, Lu Langzhong, who has poor psychological quality,

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground.

The Ministry of Revenue next door,

The Left Assistant Minister held the glass bottle he had brought back in his trembling hands, muttering:

"impossible,"

"How can it be."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

Snapped!

The colored glass slid down, just like the unattainable price, and fell completely, shattering into pieces on the ground.

Similar scenes were staged one after another in the six ministries. Some were vomiting blood, some were fainting, some were suffering from strokes. Colleagues were at a loss as to what to do. The price of colored glaze plummeted. Why were they so excited?

The news soon reached the emperor.

"A sudden onset of illness?"

"absurd!"

The emperor could understand that an old man suddenly fell ill, but who wouldn't be confused when they heard of a sudden, large-scale, concentrated illness?

Not to mention him, even the Shadow Guard Commander suspected that his subordinates had made a mistake and went to check it out himself. The result was that the news was confirmed to be correct. Some of the patients were seriously ill and might even be in danger of death.

Now you have to believe it whether you want to or not,

"Your Majesty... the cause of this incident is the opening of Zuixianju..."

Zuixianju?

The emperor felt that it sounded familiar, as if it was Xiao Yunxi's business. Xiao Yunxi had promoted it when they were having a banquet at the Xishan military camp, so he had some impression of it.

What does the collective illness of officials from six ministries have to do with the restaurant's opening? Could it be that the food at the restaurant was faulty and the officials were poisoned?

The commander-in-chief mentioned that Zuixianju used colored glaze to make windows, and that 2000 taels would give away colored glaze worth one million. The emperor opened his mouth in surprise, wondering what to do if he wanted to spend money.

Speaking of the worthlessness of colored glaze, the emperor excitedly shouted:

"impossible!"

"You must be kidding! How can Liuli be so cheap?"

The emperor didn't believe it at all.

"Now go to Zuixianju and top up 2000 taels. I want to see if that glass bottle is real, and by the way, take the Crown Prince's Concubine..."

Considering Xiao Yunxi's personality, asking her might not give a true answer.

"The King of Qin dismissed him from his post and summoned him to the Imperial Study."

Dabao has to go to Wenhua Hall for classes every day. It would be better to test the waters with Dabao first than to ask Xiao Yunxi directly.

Wenhua Hall,

After the morning class, Dabao packed up his stationery, put it into his pencil case, and stuffed it into his schoolbag. The other younger princes drooled at the sight.

They use brushes to write, which is not only laborious but also easy to stain clothes. Dabao uses charcoal pencils, which can write quickly and clearly. After all, they are children.

Nature wants it.

But the mother warned them not to contact the King of Qin, so no one approached Dabao.

After packing up my textbooks and leaving the classroom, Wei Zhong was already waiting outside:

"Your Highness, the King of Qin, His Majesty invites you."

Following Wei Zhong to the Imperial Study, the Emperor first asked about his recent studies. Unexpectedly, Dabao simply bowed:

"Grandpa Emperor, the Emperor's grandson no longer wants to attend classes at Wenhua Hall."

After 3 years of wandering around, I couldn't keep up with the studies and wanted to drop out of school. It turns out that I still have a childish temper.

"Is the content of the teacher's teaching too difficult for you to keep up? Come to the Imperial Study after class and Grandpa Huang will give you extra lessons."

As long as he doesn't covet the throne, the emperor is willing to favor Dabao and even teach him personally.

"It's not that my grandson can't keep up, it's that he can't learn any practical knowledge in Wenhua Hall."

The emperor didn't react yet and continued:

"It's normal not to be able to keep up. As long as...what did you say? Can't learn anything?"

He widened his eyes and his face turned extremely ugly. The masters who were responsible for teaching the princes were all contemporary great scholars, and one of them was the emperor's teacher.

"My teacher can't teach you anymore?"

The word "practical" was ignored by him.

"The masters are very knowledgeable and learned. I need to learn a lot from them, but those courses are not suitable for me."

The emperor was so angry that he laughed and forgot the purpose of calling Dabao. He asked him:

"Knowledge is knowledge. How can it be said to be impractical? Inappropriate?"

Now remember the word practical.

Dabao pondered for a moment.

The great scholars in Wenhua Hall taught the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry and songs. It is not that they should not be learned because these contents are of no practical use in governing the country.

The policy theories are all general discussions and contain no practical suggestions for solving problems.

My mother teaches physics, chemistry, mathematics, geography, and astronomy, which are useful and effective when encountering difficult and unsolvable problems.

Continuing to study with the great scholar is a waste of time. Even if these words are spoken, the emperor will not understand them. Facts must be used to speak.

"Grandpa Emperor, the teacher assigned a question: There's an insect plague in the Central Plains, and the grain harvest has been completely destroyed. How should the court respond?"

It was clearly his question that was asked, so how come this guy was asking it back to him?

Either way,

I will let this kid see what it means to govern a country and maintain peace, and what professional ability is.

"When disaster strikes, the imperial court must mobilize food supplies to stabilize the region, mobilize the military to prevent those with ulterior motives from causing chaos... mobilize silver to prepare for post-disaster assistance to help the people rebuild their homes."

Dabao nodded:

"That's right. The answer given by the Master is exactly the same as that given by the Emperor, except for one more point: the Emperor needs to issue an edict of apology."