[Is there a conflict between the new Imperial College Priest and the previous Imperial College Priest? ]
Is there any contradiction?
Everyone looked at each other, and shook their heads.
No one really knows about this matter.
[He was laughing so hard that he was about to get rich. Outsiders thought that the former and the new Imperial College chief priest were good brothers, but no one would have thought that the former Imperial College chief priest had died. The happiest person was not the chief priest's wife, nor the two sons, but the new Imperial College chief priest.]
If someone from the Imperial College was here, they would definitely refute Shen Zhiyi.
[After the former Imperial College chief priest was beaten to death, the official in charge of the Ministry of Works buried him in the ancestral tomb out of gratitude for his many years of upbringing and teaching.]
【result……】
Shen Zhiyi's eyes sparkled as he looked over everyone's heads excitedly.
[On a dark night with strong winds, a figure was sneaking around in front of an empty grave.]
[If this surveillance camera didn't have the function of adjusting the brightness to be as bright as day, I really wouldn't have realized that this sneaky figure was actually the new Imperial College Priest.]
Everyone looked at the new Imperial College chief academician in confusion.
No, why are you going to someone else’s ancestral grave in the middle of the night?
The new Imperial College chief academic officer's lips trembled, and he wished he could slap himself in the face on the spot.
Let him talk too much, he will just stand up and say whatever he wants.
"I didn't do anything. I really didn't do anything."
Some people sighed.
"It seems that the rumors are true. The relationship between the two Imperial College chief priests is really good."
How could he not do anything? He must have gone to secretly remember his good friend.
The new chief academician of the Imperial College collapsed on the spot.
He looked at the old emperor with tears in his eyes and shook his head frantically.
He didn't!
He really didn't!
Who said that just now? Aren’t you trying to harm him?
The previous chief academic officer of the Imperial College was beaten to death by the emperor. If he still has a good relationship with him, he would be courting death.
not to mention……
[Hahahaha, others must have thought that the new Imperial College Priest was secretly praying for his good friend late at night in order to avoid the old emperor.]
[Wrong, wrong, this kid first performed a shaman dance on the grave of the former Imperial College Priest. Isn't this just dancing on a person's grave? That's not a big deal. Then he peed and finally barked like a dog.]
Everyone: ...It seems that the rumor is not true. It doesn't look like they have a good relationship.
Old Emperor: What the hell is this hobby?
The Deputy Director of the Ministry of Works looked somewhat unhappy.
[Hahaha, here comes something even funnier. Although the father of the Gongbu Yuanwailang is not a good person, no matter what, people are all made of flesh and blood. He still loves his father in his heart, so what? ]
The official in charge of the Ministry of Works wanted to sew Shen Zhiyi's head shut on the spot.
[So he also secretly went to the grave of the former Imperial College Priest, and cried on the grave with all his heart.]
[But, Gongbu Yuanwailang, you cried too late. Tears flow from above, urine, uh, I know, I know, so how can you come behind others to mourn for your father? ? ? ]
[Or the one with the front heel and the back foot? ]
[But it doesn’t matter. The Ministry of Industry doesn’t know anyway. It would be disgusting if he knew.]
The Deputy Director of the Ministry of Works felt like the sky was falling.
Not only did he know it, he also knew the whole process in great detail.
The very low, suppressed laughter from his colleagues around him made him even more embarrassed.
He said that at that time he felt a smell of urine on the grave.
Case solved!
Getting excited!
The Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Works stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I have a memorial to make."
You, the new chief academic officer of the Imperial College, are against it, so he has to do the opposite and annoy the other party to death!
"I think it is very important to be down-to-earth. Isn't it for the purpose of serving the country and realizing one's own ambitions that one has studied hard for decades? But if one only has book knowledge and has never personally put it into practice, then it cannot be considered experience. I suggest that practical courses be added."
Before the old emperor could speak, the new chief academician of the Imperial College stepped forward again.
"No, no, isn't it? Isn't the purpose of sending the scholars to various counties every year to accumulate experience?"
The Deputy Director of the Ministry of Works gave a wicked smile; this was exactly what he had been waiting for.
"For the sake of the experience of the new officials, the people will encounter unknown difficulties during this process. This is one of the reasons. The most important thing is that the county magistrate must be paid a salary."
The old emperor's breathing stagnated, and his stingy genes began to stir.
Yes, yes!
Why should I spend money to let those county magistrates accumulate experience?
Can't we learn those experiences directly when we are studying?
If he passes the exam, you can just use him directly.
[The words of the Minister of Works hit the old emperor's heart directly, but it's easy to say, but there will definitely be a lot of problems in practice. ]
The old emperor waved his hand nonchalantly, saying that any policy would be difficult to implement.
But we have so many people to support, we can't afford not to be able to solve such a small problem.
The newly appointed Minister of Personnel suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, I think this matter should not be promoted nationwide immediately. We can try it out in the Imperial College first. If it works, we can gradually promote it. If it doesn't work, it won't be a waste."
【Isn’t this just a pilot project?】
The old emperor nodded in agreement: "Okay, you should pay more attention to this matter."
The new Imperial College Priest: "..."
"I obey the decree."
[Hahahaha, this new Imperial College chief priest must have a headache. The old emperor's words make the people below have to rack their brains.]
[Add practical classes? What aspects should be added? How to implement it? How to ensure that the method is effective? ]
[Tsk tsk tsk, unscrupulous boss. ]
Shen Zhiyi sighed for a while and then smiled proudly.
【Hehe, luckily it wasn’t me. 】
New Imperial College Priest: You're still laughing! You're still laughing! That's what you came up with.
The member of the Ministry of Industry snorted coldly. Chen Lang is a good man. What's wrong with smiling?
The two began to stare at each other.
[Eh? Where's the old emperor? ]
The two of them looked at the place where the old emperor was originally sitting. No one was there?
[So I went to the bathroom. It seems like I felt it when I was in court. I held it in for so long. I made a note of it. Hahahaha.]
The old emperor who is preparing to go to the toilet: Who’s daily journal would record the emperor going to the toilet?
The old emperor is no longer here, and the ministers dare not move anywhere without the emperor's order to leave.
But they were chatting in low voices, no, they were discussing in low voices how to implement and feasibility of adding practical classes.
[Strange, why does the secretary have such a stern face? It looks like someone owes him five hundred taels of silver.]
The Secretary of the Central Secretariat, who had remained silent, stiffened slightly.
Zhang Sheren leaned over and whispered in Shen Zhiyi's ear: "Lin Sheren has always been like this, and his temper is not very good. Shen Lang, don't be so straightforward with your eyes."
Shen Zhiyi lowered his head quickly and asked Zhang Sheren in a low voice: "Am I obvious?"
Zhang Sheren nodded vigorously.
[It's obvious, even if I'm a woman dressed as a man, I'm using my real face! ]
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