The winter at Phoenix Terrace is lazy.

The nobles stayed at home, enjoying the banquet every few days, probably only socializing and intercourse; the poor stayed and kept reducing their consumption, even if they had a bite of rice, they thought it was good; God was too lazy to have a few days of snow and a few days of one day!

Of course, everything has two sides.

Some are lazy, and naturally some are diligent.

After solving the public security pressure caused by the gathering of children from other places, Bai Jingyuan began to care about the living problems of the poor in the city.

Every day when he is free, he has to go out of the palace to see whose house has been crushed again, whose child is sick again, and whose old man has passed away again...

In his previous life, he never meddled with other people's business, nor did he care about these national economy and people's livelihood.

He only cares about how to have fun.

But when he came here, he was surrounded and chased by a group of people every day. The king called out, and he couldn't bear to eat it all year round. He tightened his belt and even gave him birds, eggs, fish, shrimps, chickens and ducks...

Before I knew it, I had them in my heart.

His cold heart was warmed. He no longer had the loneliness he had when he first came to this world, nor did he have the fear he had when he went to Yangcheng. Perhaps he had not discovered it himself, and he had slowly regarded this place as his home.

He is probably the best king among the countries.

Not only did everyone in the city recognize him, but he also recognized many familiar people.

The little wife, who had a big belly, was already in her arms in winter. Every time he went out, he could find her holding the child and peeking behind the window.

People here have children who really pass the gates of hell. When they see the birth of a new life, and the mother and son are safe and happy, they specially sent someone to send a basket of eggs. The family kowtowed to him outside the door.

The old farmer who taught him a lot of knowledge smiled and showed his yellow teeth. He hadn't seen him for a long time after the winter began. He was worried that something had happened to him. He went to search for him two days ago, but found that his house had white cloth hanging, and there were filial sons and grandsons wearing mourning clothes and mourning clothes.

The passing of life is particularly easy in this era.

Feeling sad, I went to pay my respects and recalled the old man's voice, smile and looked a little bit like crying. But the son of the family pointed to the red soul-sucking banner high on the bamboo pole outside the door and told him: "My father already has a great grandson. Now he has passed away, it is also considered a joyful mourning. Don't be sad."

He didn't know what the soul-guiding banner was, so this man explained to him specifically that if it was a white banner, it means that the deceased had children, at least it was not a family; if it was a flower banner made of red and green cloth strips, it means that the deceased had grandchildren, which was considered a blessing; as for the red one, it would be no longer necessary.

When he learned this news, although he was a little regretful, he no longer felt sad for the old man.

In the summer, he also met a stubborn boy. Although he was from a civilian, he was eager to enter school. As a result, he knelt outside the gate of a knowledgeable person for three days and three nights, and the man did not let go.

When Bai Jingyuan saw this, he thought that the man was knowledgeable but not character. He disliked the young man's poverty, so he refused to accept him as a student. He went to see the scholar, but heard him talk about the past.

It turned out that this scholar had also been determined to bring knowledge to ordinary people, but unfortunately he accepted many disciples, but in the end he achieved nothing in his studies.

"At the beginning, when they wanted to support their family, they had no choice but to submit to reality and let them become clerks. Later, those who came to study just to become clerks."

This is inconsistent with his ambitions.

From the age of twenty or thirty to fifty or sixty, a student who could do anything was not taught, which made him lose confidence and decided not to accept disciples anymore.

"But that child came because he heard that you would accept civilians as disciples!"

In Bai Jingyuan's view, a person has a desire to learn. No matter what the starting point is, this kind of idea of ​​relying on culture to change his life and even breaking out of his original class is worthy of encouragement.

If the goals are not so high? From the beginning, I just want to help them change their lives, will this make me feel more accomplished?

After all, it is too difficult to teach a famous disciple.

These days, scholars are aloof and all hope to be famous all over the world. If they don’t do it themselves, they want to teach a disciple like that. In Bai Jingyuan’s view, it is better to win by steadily than to do this.

"If a city and a country can benefit from a teacher, then the people of this city and a country must remember the goodness of the teacher. What do you think?"

After a long conversation, Bai Jingyuan convinced the man, and while untiing his knot, he also spent money to help him set up a school.

With the subsidy of the king, this person found someone like him and raised some money. Finally, he bought a piece of land in Lingchuan and built three thatched houses to teach all those who want to learn for free.

This is the prototype of Lingchuan College, Lingchuan Academy.

As the winter hunt approached, Bai Jingyuan received poems from students from Lingchuan Academy. Although he was still young, he was full of true feelings, which made him very moved.

There are many things happening in the city every day, both good and bad.

Bai Jingyuan was used to going out of the palace for a while every day. The route was different every time. It was impossible for him to only encounter good things and not bad things.

On this day, after the heavy snow, he encountered a large thatched hut being crushed.

More than a dozen people were buried inside. After rescued, except for a few who died at that time, all the others had broken arms and legs.

A group of people were covered in blood, both men, women, young and old. While instructing the doctor to do their best to treat them, he also called the small official in this area to curse: "Repeatedly emphasize that you must ensure the safety of your house in winter. What exactly do you do? Why are you doing well elsewhere? There is a problem with this area?!"

The little official's eyes were filled with tears. He didn't dare to say a word of defense. He only knew to kneel down and kowtow. However, the old man was not seriously injured and spoke for him. Bai Jingyuan then realized that the little official would inspect the houses in his jurisdiction every day and repeatedly remind them to check and study for themselves. If he had no strong labor at home, he would send someone to help. As a result, these people were talking about the king's care, for fear that the king would be too worried, so they quietly put grass on the roof.

It would be fine if the weather was dry on weekdays. Recently, the rain and snow were constantly raining and snowing, and the thatch had sucked water and freezing again. Even if it was swept away in time, it would not be used, which would naturally exceed the capacity of the house.

Speaking of which, he was kind enough to do bad things.

After solving this, I returned to the palace with anger, but met a minister who came to complain!

It turned out that it was the unfilial son at home who played mahjong and exported his father's beautiful concubine! And his father only discovered it three days later!

Things like a concubine are not like other objects. Even if others don’t care about you, you can’t afford to lose, and you have to mind if you come back!

Who knows that he has never used it?!

This kind of confused lawsuit is anger no matter how much you quarrel, but in the end there is no way, so you just come to find the initiator to lose your temper.

"If there was no such thing called mahjong, wouldn't these messy things be gone?!"

The minister Zhenzhen said that Bai Jingyuan was also very angry: "It's the same fire. Others use it to light a lamp to cook, but your family uses it to burn houses. Is this the fault of fire? Isn't it a problem for people who use fire?! Isn't it a brain problem for those who use fire? Isn't it a son in the family to kill him? He has the face to run away from the tantrums here and make a fuss. Gu Dier and other ancestors feel ashamed!"

He scolded the person happily and then threw his sleeves to the back hall. Bai Jingyuan felt relieved, and his ministers became more and more deteriorating.

After returning home, the man really beat his son to death and sent him to the palace gate.
Chapter completed!