Naturally, Professor Feng did not know what "terminal laziness cancer" meant. None of the students he taught had ever talked nonsense to him with such a straight face. He was still suspicious. Could this really be a strange illness that he had never heard of before?
"An illness that prevents one from becoming an official?"
MIngzhu had a strange look in her eyes. As for Magistrate Dong, who had been standing silently at the side, his face began to darken.
This scholar clearly had no interest in fame and did not want to become a mere academic official. He made up this "chronic illness that prevents one from becoming an official" to fool Professor Feng, and Professor Feng actually believed it!
If Princess Yongle was not present at this moment, Magistrate Dong would have reprimanded this unambitious and self-deprecating student. If everyone was as lazy as him, how could the country recruit talents?
"Forget it, forget it. Since you have an illness, then rest well. We'll talk about this later." Professor Feng shook his head and sighed.
In the prefectural school, there were many students who participated in the imperial examinations. After failing many times, they became absent-minded and eventually went crazy. There were also people who suffered from the shock of failing for a long time and fell ill. Whenever they picked up a book, they would have a splitting headache...
Professor Feng had been an official for many years and had seen many such cases. He subconsciously categorized Li Yi as such a person.
Fame was important, but it was not worth it to lose one's life for it.
Hearing Professor Feng's words, Li Yi was slightly stunned.
Did this lord really believe it?
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. Deceiving such an honest person really made him feel a little uneasy …
...
"I did not expect such a strange illness to exist in this world. This official is truly ignorant." After walking out of Fortune Square, Professor Feng let out a long sigh. There was a deep sense of regret in his tone.
"Do you really think that he was speaking the truth?" Magistrate Dong looked at him with a strange expression.
Magistrate Dong had to admit that aside from Princess Yongle, after this incident, his impression of that scholar had become even deeper.
"Magistrate Dong, what do you mean?" Professor Feng looked at him with a face full of confusion.
A moment later, a man on the street suddenly flew into a rage and attracted the attention of many people.
"This brat, how dare he deceive me!"
Professor Feng was seething with anger. He had been in charge of the school for so many years, and when the students saw him, they were all respectful and courteous. When had he ever met such a stubborn person?
At this moment, Professor Feng's heart was filled with doubt. Was the "Rules for Disciples" really written by him?
As a dignified professor of the Imperial College, he had actually been fooled by an Elementary Scholar. This was a great humiliation to him. Professor Feng's face was filled with anger. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to leave when he said angrily, "Hmph, I have seen many people like him. Even if he is a rotten piece of wood, I will make him repent!"
Over the years, he had taught countless students, but he had also encountered quite a few stubborn people. Professor Feng had developed an obsession with Li Yi.
Magistrate Dong shook his head and pulled him back in time. "Forget it, forget it. I'm afraid he doesn't care about fame at all. No matter what we say, it's just playing the lute to a cow."
Since Professor Feng did not want to be a scholar, they could not force him. Furthermore, there was the princess in the shop, so they could not let Professor Feng meddle.
Professor Feng did not know her identity. If he said something wrong and offended the princess, it would not be good.
Just as Professor Feng's heart was filled with anger, but he could not go against Magistrate Dong's wishes. Inside the shop, Li Yi was sitting lazily on a chair with his legs crossed. He sipped on his tea and looked extremely relaxed.
"Why do you not want to be a scholar?" MIngzhu hugged her saber in front of her chest and looked at him with interest.
Ever since the imperial examination system was established, countless students studied hard. Wasn't it so that one day they could pass the imperial examinations and fight for a position in the government?
It was rare to see a scholar who did not want to be an official.
Li Yi pursed his lips and swallowed a mouthful of tea. He said, "What's so good about being a lowly scholar? There's no rank, and you're ordered around all day, it's boring …
If you want to be an official, you should at least be a county magistrate. At the very least, you should be a county lieutenant. What's the point of being a scholar? "
If you want to have a foothold in this world and not be bullied, you have to know how to hug someone's thigh. But rather than hugging someone else's thigh, it's better to be someone's thigh yourself.
There was no need to be a high-ranking official. Even if it was a small county magistrate, at least he would not be bullied.
As for being a scholar, he had never considered it.
"A county magistrate is directly appointed by the Emperor. It's a seventh-ranked official position. If you want to be a county magistrate, why don't you try your best to pass the imperial examinations? Even the eighth-ranked county lieutenants have passed the imperial examinations. You're just a small elementary scholar. You don't even have the qualifications to register with the Ministry of Personnel. Naturally, you won't be able to become a county magistrate. "MIngzhu looked at him and said calmly.
This time, Li Yi did not speak. He was just saying it casually. With his lazy personality, if he were to really be in charge, he would only find it interesting in the beginning. After a long time, he would definitely be bored.
"Let's go …"
The female constable did not pursue the matter. She finished the small jar of wine and tossed out these two words lightly. Then, she continued to patrol the streets.
"County Lieutenant …"
The moment she stepped out of the main door, the corner of her mouth curved slightly. In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.
In the prefectural yamen, Prefectural Magistrate Dong, who had just returned to his manor, carefully read the memorial he had already written a few times. After checking that there were no mistakes, he quickly sent it out.
Based on the distance between Qing 'an prefecture and the capital, it would take two days if it was fast, three if it was slow. This memorial would be presented to the Emperor's desk.
Teaching was no small matter. Although as the prefectural magistrate, he could make all the decisions in the prefecture. If he really wanted to implement the "Rules for Disciples" in Qing 'an prefecture, he had to first get the Emperor's approval.
Of course, before he wrote this memorial, he already knew that this matter was just going through the motions.
The "Rules for Disciples" was indeed very beneficial for children. The Emperor was not a pedantic person. If there were no accidents, in a few days, there would be good news from the capital.
At the same time, on the other side of the prefectural city, the female constable walked into an exquisite courtyard. A female official came to greet her from afar.
"Princess …"
Not long after, someone walked out of the courtyard and delivered a letter to the relay station.
…
Although the shop in the Prince's manor had already opened, because of the shortage a few days ago, the supply of Ruyi nectar could not meet the demand. Just after noon, the Ruyi nectar in the shop was sold out again.
It was a bit boring to stay in the shop. A few girls were left to look after the shop. Of course, Fang had to stay as well. Li Yi slowly walked out of the shop alone.
"Son-in-law, where are you going?" Fang raised his head and asked.
"Back to the stronghold, to eat hot pot …"
He lazily replied and walked in the direction of the car dealership.
"Hot pot …"
Fang paused for a moment and wiped away his saliva. Although he didn't know what this "hot pot" was, every time the son-in-law mentioned the word "eat," he couldn't help but salivate.
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