In the first month of the tenth year of Zhenguan, after the Lantern Festival, all officials went to court. His Majesty the Emperor ordered people to bring twenty pairs of boots to reward the ministers who had made the most contribution to the court in recent years.

This boot is a rubber-soled leather boot. At that time, many people sent their servants to Lishi County. Even though they couldn't buy a pair for themselves, it has become a reward from His Majesty the Emperor. So some people privately discussed that the reason why Luo Sanlang refused to sell the boots was because he was waiting for this incident today?

Many people disagree with Luo Yong's argument that he wanted his disciples to put on their boots first. Most of Luo Sanlang's disciples came from poor backgrounds. Instead of giving them boots, it would be better to sell the boots and give them money.

"I think you're thinking too much." Some people don't look that much.

"What do you think?" asked the people next to him. He was on the way down the court at this time, and the group said while walking.

"I heard an old friend write a letter saying that Luo Sanlang's disciples were very honored to be able to wear such boots ahead of others. They were also not humble when facing the children of the gentry who went to study." This powerful old minister said to several of his colleagues.

"It's just a pair of leather boots that can make them glorious to this?" Someone said disapprovingly. This was a bit of sarcastic.

"Why can't it?" the old minister smiled and said, "There are children of the gentry, but they don't have one, but they have one, and there are children of the gentry, either."

"I think Naro Saburo is acting like this, but in order to show his identity as his disciples?" someone else said this.

"I don't know." The other person next to him shook his head: "But he did this to kill two birds with one stone." One has won people's hearts and the other has to please the one above, but there is no need to say this clearly. Everyone present knows it.

If Luo Sanlang opened the rubber-soled leather boots and sold them, even if the output was not large, the important officials in the court would either send someone to buy them or buy them from others to give them to them, and now they should be put on them. There is no way to start with the reward today.

Things are precious because they are rare. No matter how many twists and turns you have in your belly, these twenty ministers who have got boots are always happy.

"A method is a good method, it is a loss of money." said a minister.

"I think he has the five hundred scoops of copper coins I got before, and I think he is not short of money for a while." Another person said with a smile.

"I heard that there was not even a serious slave in Nara Saburo's house, how much money could he spend."

"That's right, earning so much money is just for nothing."

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The group said while walking that no one mentioned the words Luo used to talk about slave trading in Xipo Village.

Those ministers, who have no slaves in their families, are born into different levels in this era. The scholar-official class enjoys various privileges and also takes the people of the world as their own responsibility. This is a matter of course in many people, and even many civilians and even lowly people think so. Although Luo's few words can bring reflection to some people, it is definitely not so easy to change the social situation.

On the same afternoon, Tang Jian and one of his friends sat leisurely in the mansion and drank tea.

During the meal, the two also talked about the saint's gift of boots today, and then talked about Luo Yong and the new arithmetic method he is currently teaching.

"Na Luo Sanlang said that his arithmetic method was learned from a Hu Shang. What did Tang Weng think?"

"What do you think Chen Weng?"

These two old friends, Weng Lai and Weng, seemed to be polite, but in fact they were teasing each other for being old and a little old man. In fact, both of them were only in their fifties.

"I don't think it's true." Old Chen said.

"If it weren't for learning from Hu Shang, where could he learn it?" Old Tang shook his head.

"I don't know." Old Chen also shook his head.

"No matter where he learned it, it will be beneficial to this world to obtain this arithmetic method." said Old Tang.

"Wen Tang thought Sanlang was like this?" Chen Laoer asked again.

"..." Old Tang took a sip of hot tea and said, "It's a little different."

"How is it different?" Chen Laoer asked immediately.

"The little baby has his own world in his heart and his own jade in his belly. With the eyes of him, you and I are afraid that even if you and I can't catch up. How can such a person be the same as me?" Tang Jian was generous to Luo Sanlang.

"So praise..." Old Chen said in amazement: "Is it possible that he gave you something good to do this time?"

"It's just a few lambs." Tang Jian laughed at himself. Of course, Luo Yong didn't send him the lambs, it was just a joke. No one in Chang'an City knew that Tang Jian was demoted because he took over a few lambs.

"You guys have told you that you should not mention this matter all day long, and you are worried that the one who is above will listen to it, and you will think you are dissatisfied." His friend advised.

"You see, I look very full of my heart?" He was obviously dissatisfied.

"Don't talk about this anymore, eat tea and have tea." If this topic continues, neither of them will be of any benefit. Can people like them still understand the reason why the walls are heard?

"Na Luo Sanro, is it really as good as you said?" After a few bites of hot tea, his friend asked again.

"If you don't believe it, then go and have a look at it yourself." Tang Jian said.

"I really plan to go and see it." His old friend sighed: "Huiji will be hurt..." If you don't go now, you won't know if there is still a chance in the future.

Tang Jian was silent and said to his old friend: "When I was in Xipo Village, I heard Na Luo Sanlang mention one of his friends, and now I am studying in the Four Sects, named Qiao Junlin."

"..." His old friend drank tea silently, without saying a word.

"That kid seems to want to make up for your Imperial College," Tang Jian said bluntly.

"You also know that this is not easy." There are many people who want to make up for the Imperial Academy. In addition to the students' own excellence, the family strength behind them is also an important consideration. Qiao Junlin, who heard that he had no family background, was not easy to make up for the Imperial Academy. Even the students who were among the top four subjects may not necessarily be able to make up for the Imperial Academy.

"I sent someone to inquire. That kid's performance in the four schools is also high-end. You are not working in the Imperial Academy..." After all, he had promised Luo Yong before, and Tang Jian had never thought of placing a debt. He naturally had to make some efforts in the matter of Qiao Junlin's supplement to the Imperial Academy.

I remember that he had the emperor's will and could not stay in Xipo Village for a long time. He pestered Luo Yong to teach him arithmetic all day long. The boy never complained. In addition to normal teaching every day, he also gave him many small training sessions in private. Tang Jian is not the one who broke the bridges across the river. He has always been thinking about this.

"So what if you work in the Imperial Academy? After all, people are slight and can't stand the students in the school."

This is how they work in schools like Imperial College. Many students have better family backgrounds than those who are teachers. Although they have only been studying in school for a few years, their voices often exceed those who are teachers.

"It's different from the past..." Tang Jian also sighed. His old friend also had a lot of sadness. This is the case in this era. No matter how developed an individual is, it often cannot match a family background with a profound background. Those people don't even take the Nine Five Honors in the court seriously. One or two imperial officials are nothing.

But then again, his old friend has accumulated some accumulation over the years. Not to mention anything else, it will not be too difficult to get a quota for Taixue. Although it is a bit difficult to get along with the children of the gentry, he is not a teacher anyway. Over the years, he has taught so many students, so how could he still be like the same situation as before?

"I'll take a look." Chen Weng said last.

After hearing what Tang Jian said just now, Luo Sanlang seemed to be a little extraordinary. If he wanted to make friends with him, he might as well help. Since he could mention this matter like Tang Jian, he thought he would attach great importance to his friend.

Luo Yong, who was far away in Xipo Village, didn't know what he had asked Tang Jian to do before. Tang Jian had already done it for him, and he didn't know that he had been labeled as Huiji would be hurt and was likely to die prematurely.

God is pitiful, he is really not as smart as he needs to lose his life.

To be smart, the Chang'an teenagers who just came here recently were a bit smarter. They basically followed their courses in just a short time. Although their foundation was still a little weaker than others, they no longer seemed to be listening to the heavenly books when listening to the class.

The young men were very proud, and the little eyes he looked at Luo Yong were full of self-evident pride. Look, your Luo Shizi arithmetic is not very difficult. Yeah, I will figure it out in a few days.

Luo Coffin Board smiled but didn't say anything. After learning AX, we still have a crook, after learning algebra, we still have geometry, and after learning mathematics, we still have physics, chemistry and biology.

The teenagers still know nothing about their long and dark journey to study, and for this small progress, they are very proud.

After class this day, several young people rode horses for a walk together. When they passed the rubber making workshop, they saw Luo Siniang squatting alone by the sink watching the workers wash Eucommia glue, and they started to tease.

"Hey, Luo Si." Bai Yimao took the lead and shouted.

"What?" Si Niang first looked back at them, then she stood up leisurely, turned around and stood up to these people. The beard knife in her hand was swung all at once. She had been playing with this knife for almost a year. Now that she was throwing it back, she no longer had the awkwardness she had at the beginning.
Chapter completed!