Everyone knows that this reform will be full of difficulties and obstacles.
Even with this stroke of genius, given Dali's national conditions, it would certainly be much more dangerous than the reforms in Gan State.
But the danger is mainly borne by King Li.
If he and others are unwilling to bear the remaining pressure, what qualifications do they have to be the founders of the New Hundred Holy Land?
"call……"
Ying, Zhao and the other two all breathed a sigh of relief. Although they encountered more doubts than they had imagined, the contract was still signed smoothly.
Next, just focus on solving these two problems.
Le Li suddenly asked, "Your Majesty! It was written in the contract just now that there are seven palace masters in the academy. How should these seven positions be allocated? Who should be the chief palace master?"
The seven palace masters are the seven people who have decision-making power in the operation of the academy, plus King Li, a total of eight people.
The assessment of students in the palace is also supervised by these eight people.
When encountering major issues, they are all decided by voting.
Among them, King Li and the chief palace master each have two votes, and the rest of the masters each have one vote.
In this case, the number of quotas for each family and the seat of the chief palace master become very important.
Zhao Ji smiled cheerfully: "Confucianism, Mohism, Law and Military will naturally each have a seat. If the Taoists are willing to join, they can also secure a seat. As for the remaining seats and who will be the first Chief Palace Master, it all depends on the performance of each of the disciples in this grand event."
That's fine.
Although there is some integration among the Hundred Schools of Thought, none of them is willing to submit to the other and each one relies on its own ability, which is not wrong in itself.
"Father!"
Ying Wuji suddenly said: "I have something to ask!"
Zhao Ji waved his hand: "Speak!"
Ying Wuji smiled and said, "When I was young, I was considered unlearned and unskilled by others. But in fact, every time I entered a dream, I was taught by my mentor. That's why I have managed to escape the name of 'mediocre' now..."
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in surprise.
To think that with such a reform plan, we can only barely escape the label of "mediocrity"?
Isn't that a bit too modest?
But they were clearly more interested in another piece of information.
Zhao Ji couldn't help but ask, "Do you have a teacher? Who is your teacher?"
"I'm ashamed, I didn't know!"
Ying Wuji made up a story with a sincere look on his face: "My family didn't tell me my name. After I finished teaching in my dreams, I would just disappear!"
Teaching in a dream!
This is at least a heavenly-level spell, or even a supernatural-level method.
In fact, everyone was not particularly skeptical about the mentor that Ying Wuji mentioned, because Ying Wuji's strategy for reform was definitely not something he could figure out by reading books on his own. There must be a master guiding him behind the scenes. Even if there was no guidance, there must have been some guidance.
When Zhao Ji listened to Zhao Ning's report yesterday, he heard about this so-called mentor, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Now, after hearing Ying Wuji say it again, I finally took it to heart.
He smiled and asked, "So what do you want to do?"
Ying Wuji said sincerely, "Since this is a grand gathering of hundreds of schools, all schools can participate. Although my teacher is indifferent to fame and fortune, his talent should not be buried. I, your son, dare to seek the position of the head of the palace on your behalf!"
"Good boy!"
Zhao Ji's eyes lit up: "What do you think, masters?"
Meng Yu smiled and said, "How can a teacher who can teach a student like the Prince Consort be a mediocre one? During the grand event, the Prince Consort may perform well. If he can beat all the students, the position of the chief palace master will also be yours!"
"Thank you!"
Ying Wuji thanked him sincerely. These teachers were undoubtedly very arrogant, and this arrogance made them disdain to do those petty and despicable things.
Today, the more I look at them, the more I feel they are worthy of respect.
This position of chief palace master must be fought for.
And this mysterious teacher must also establish his image in the hearts of people all over the world.
This will be another support for me, and anyone who wants to touch me will have to think twice.
This is also a reasonable explanation for why I could not generate corresponding fortune when copying Yi Chengdao's poems in the future. After all, all I am thinking about now is how to live peacefully, and this kind of situation is not worthy of corresponding fortune.
"Why thank me? If I had a student like you, it would be a great honor in my life!"
Meng Yu smiled kindly, and then changed the subject: "But Prince Consort! Can you tell me what school your teacher belongs to?"
What school is it?
Have you heard of the Marxist school?
Of course, Ying Wuji would not answer like this. He could only put on an uncertain expression: "I am ashamed to say this! I don't know either. My master seems to have mastered the essence of Confucianism, Taoism, Mohism and Legalism. Maybe he is a Confucian saint, or a Taoist saint. He also looks like a Mohist saint, and it is not impossible that he is a legal saint!"
Everyone: “???”
The teachers had been smiling pleasantly at first, but when they heard this, their expressions suddenly darkened.
Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism and Mohism, the four saints in one?
Why doesn’t your teacher go to heaven?
How insulting!
Normally, the students from several schools would attack each other vigorously enough.
It's really funny that four schools of thought practice together and become saints.
But he was a master after all, so there was no need to get angry with the younger generation. They all bowed to Zhao Ji and said, "Since the matter has been settled, Your Majesty King Li, we will take our leave now!"
"If outsiders ask, you should say that we haven't reached an agreement yet!"
Zhao Ji laughed loudly: "Wuji, please send these masters away quickly."
Several teachers rolled their eyes at Ying Wuji, and Wu Wen waved his hands repeatedly: "I dare not! How can I trouble the four saints and their only disciple to see you off? Your Majesty, please take a rest!"
Although there is no hostility, it is actually disgust.
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