Chapter 462 The Red Mansion Academy Plan
Kangxi accepted the suggestion of an internal competition among Zhu Chongba players, but did not plan to start it immediately.
Currently, it seems that two major player organizations are in control, but in reality, only a few players stand out. Most players either struggle in "Baoyu's School Days" or rely on clearing other dungeons to increase their strength.
The uneven skill levels are one issue, but another is that everyone's current learning is quite diverse, and none of them are yet at the level of mastering a skill.
In other words, they cannot fully digest the systematic curriculum themselves, and they still maintain their "uniqueness" in the outside world. Only those who have taken the corresponding courses will have the corresponding skills.
If an individual player is not strong enough and cannot form a cohesive team, then frankly, if Kangxi were willing to sacrifice his soldiers, he could wear down most players.
Therefore, with the ten-year countdown constantly hanging on every player's page, the ever-vigilant Kangxi was still dissatisfied with the status quo.
What he needs is a battle-hardened army, a systematic ability that can be passed down even if the player loses their identity.
Therefore, rather than focusing on internal competition and adjusting players' mentality, Kangxi wanted them to seize the time to improve and become stronger.
At the same time, because he himself was a player, and his eight sons were among the first to become top players, he was confident, bold, and unafraid of others growing stronger.
"Red Mansion Academy?"
Inside the Qianqing Palace, the princes who had been summoned together were somewhat surprised when they heard the plan proposed by Emperor Kangxi.
"Yes, I plan to first build a Red Mansion Academy in the capital, with players serving as teachers, open to the people of the capital, and teach them the relevant skills."
“But…” Yinreng hesitated, “None of us have graduated yet, and there are few who can be called teachers.”
“I know,” Kangxi readily admitted the reality. “Therefore, this is an experiment. Since there are game 1.0 and 2.0, there may also be 3.0 and 4.0.”
Looking at everyone present, whether it was the elderly Tang Bin and Suo'etu or the young Yin Tang and Yin, they all possessed a renewed spirit and vitality. Kangxi continued speaking.
"The game is constantly being updated, but the people are ignorant. When they enter the game unprepared, they are almost certain to die. Therefore, I must enlighten them!"
Kangxi spoke resolutely, ignoring the astonished looks of his ministers, "I need more players, the Qing Dynasty needs more players to cope with the unknown disasters ten years from now. Therefore, rather than letting the people die in ignorance, I would rather bear the turmoil that enlightenment may bring. I want living people."
Keeping the people ignorant was not just a latent policy of the Qing Dynasty; to be precise, it was a policy tacitly accepted by so many dynasties. In order to maintain their rule, ordinary people could only live under the control of those in power, and could only think about the affairs of their own small plot of land every day.
But now, for the sake of the Qing Dynasty, Kangxi was willing to be the one to break the rules; he had the courage and the ambition.
Looking at Kangxi like this, Yinreng and the others had mixed feelings.
Although he wasn't a good father, at this moment, he was absolutely a responsible and good emperor. Based on this decision alone, they were certain that their father would become an emperor who would go down in history.
One cannot remain on the throne for too long, as it can easily lead to dementia.
Yinreng and Yinzhen exchanged a glance, their resolve strengthened.
Kangxi's gaze swept over everyone below, ignoring the admiring looks in his sons' eyes. He knew his sons all admired him, so why make it so obvious?
Suppressing the upward curve of his lips, Kangxi assumed that since no ministers stood up to object, they all agreed.
"I intend to first establish the Red Mansion Elementary Academy to lay a foundation for the people, strengthen their bodies, and liberate their minds, giving them a greater chance of survival when chosen by the game. What do you all think?"
The crowd exchanged glances, and no one objected. Tang Bin was the first to stand up and declared loudly, "The Ministry of Works will certainly fully support His Majesty's measures."
Tang Bin beat him to it, and Suo'etu hurriedly followed, "Your Majesty, I swear to follow you to the death!"
Mingzhu rolled her eyes at him speechlessly. Was it a war? And he was swearing to follow him to the death? Too obsequious! "Wherever the Emperor goes, I will go!"
"..." Looking at the ministers who were praising him in a sickeningly sweet way, the young princes were speechless. Who exactly is the one above them, your father or mine?
At this moment, Yinzhi stepped forward.
As the first prince to be granted a title, even with its own reasons, the ministers still subconsciously began to pay more attention to the young Prince Lian.
"Father, what are your plans regarding the academy's admissions?"
Kangxi did not answer, but looked at him expectantly and asked, "What are your thoughts?"
Under the curious gazes of the crowd, Yinzhi boldly spoke up: "Your Majesty, since the goal is to attract more players, I suggest that the academy should not distinguish between men and women, and that all students be admitted equally."
"this……"
Tang Bin, a Confucian scholar, had just uttered a single word when he was stared intently at by Yinreng and Yinzhi, the new Confucian disciples and successors of the imperial edict. Startled, he looked away only to be met with the gazes of the other princes.
"..." Tang Bin was helpless; he hadn't said anything yet.
However, seeing how much the princes cared about Prince Lian, he dared not voice his thoughts. Moreover, he wasn't trying to forcefully refute them; it was simply that this matter differed from his inherited beliefs, prompting him to subconsciously offer a few words.
Yinzhen was the first to stand up and support Yinsi: "Your subject believes it is feasible. Women are also subjects of the Great Qing, and there are many courses suitable for women to learn."
Yinreng quickly echoed his agreement: "Your subject agrees. There are also many strong female players. Although Hesheli Wanyi entered the game later, her strength is already among the top in Xiaomeng Pavilion."
"Your subject seconds this opinion."
The rest of the ministers, from Yinzhi to Yinqi, all voiced their agreement. Their unified demeanor drew the attention of the other ministers.
Was it because the princes were all of noble character, or was Prince Lian simply too popular?
A pang of sadness flashed through Kangxi's heart. Why was everyone so eager to speak up when supporting Xiao Ba, but when it came to supporting him, they just watched in silence?
If he hadn't had such good eyesight and a generous heart, wouldn't it have been a misunderstanding?
Kangxi, once again praising himself as a good father, smiled and nodded: "Yinsi is right. In that case, the matter of enrollment will be handled by Baocheng and Yinsi, with everyone else providing full support."
"yes."
With the enrollment issue resolved, Yinzhi slowly stepped forward again and solemnly reported, "Father, I believe that the first batch of new students after the academy is built should be the ministers in the court who have not yet become players."
"Hmm? How so?" Kangxi asked with interest.
"In this way, all the officials in the court are performing their duties. If they unfortunately die in the game, it will be a great loss to the Qing Dynasty. Especially important officials like Lord Tang and Lord Mingzhu, who hold multiple positions and bear great responsibilities, cannot afford to be lost."
"Secondly, the common people are mostly timid, and it is unknown how well they will accept the academy. But if there are important officials in the court as role models, the people will feel more at ease and will be more likely to keep up with the court's pace."
"..." Tang Bin understood; they were after him. While it made sense, the thought of a sixty-year-old man messing around in a game made him feel sorry for himself. He only said one word! Just one word!
"..." Mingzhu was speechless. Was this considered collateral damage? Why did they include Tang Bin in the shooting? Although he did want to join the game, what he wanted and what he was forced to accept were really different! He was a high-ranking official of the first rank... well, he couldn't beat a prince.
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