Xiang Wentian was very disappointed.

He was bored and came back with a sword in his arms. Just as he was about to enter the door, he suddenly saw Mei Changyun and several people coming out of the door.

"Mr. Xiang." Mei Changyun bowed.

Xiang Wentian asked, "Where are you going?"

Mei Changyun smiled and said, "Today is when the seven Hami 'primary schools' are changing the glass windows, let's go and have a look."

Glass window?

Xiang Wentianqi said: "How big is the glass that can be used as a window?"

Mei Changyun invited: "Why go and have a look together?"

OK.

"Mr. Xiang seems to be in a bad mood?" Mei Changyun asked casually.

He sighed to Wentian and spread his hands with a wry smile: "Our disciples of the Divine Cult, more than a dozen people sent here, have now rebelled."

Mei Changyun is puzzled.

"It's not that they want to rebel, we have just found a few. They said that the days of fighting and killing are definitely better than being exploited by governments in the Central Plains, local governments, and even local officials and clerks. However, the days in the western border are like heaven on earth, and they would rather die than do things for the God Cult."

Mei Changyun was silent.

He also met several merchants who came to inspect Jiangnan, and there were many great businessmen, but their meaning was that if the western border could allow them to settle down, they were willing to give up the superior scenery of Jiangnan and relocate their families to this point because "the Western army is fair, without exploitation, and is united with military and civilians, and there is no other high or low status. Except for the wealthy family, children and grandchildren are not allowed to be officials, and there is no discrimination against merchants."

There were also refugees who fled from Jiangnan. They "planned to settle down in Jiangxi, but when they heard that the Western Army was good to others, we came." They did not leave after they came.

The western frontier seems to be a whirlpool, and now it has attracted everyone from thousands of miles away.

What's even more terrifying is their attraction to talents.

Several craftsmen who make straw paper in Jiayuguan now work in the "Research Institute" with a salary of 2000 yuan a month.

Several female workers in the Central Plains who made rouge lipsticks now open a "Sai Shangyun Rouge Shop" in Hami, and even Tatar women are willing to come to Hami to buy rouge.

There were also several slaves from the Oirat who fled to Hami. After they were raising horses, they now have obtained the status of civilians and are working in the "Animal Husbandry Department".

Mei Changyun sighed: "They want to learn from great scholars, which is the so-called talent; they also want to abandon them in other places like worn-out shoes, and look down on small workers and businessmen, and they also call talents. The streams gathered throughout the world, and this place will eventually become a sea."

Xiang Wentian only sighed.

Mei Niansheng was curious about everything he saw. On the way, he saw a woman dressed in bright clothes and swaying across the streets. He didn't bow to the officials when he saw them, nor did he avoid them when he saw them. He felt very curious.

There was a man who was clearly dressed as a passerby, hurriedly walking on the road with his head raised, but a rich man in silk bowed and said, "Where is the sir?"

There are also women wearing public uniforms, carrying copper rulers and iron chains, and holding knives at their waists. They are constables in the yamen. There are also women wearing red public uniforms standing at the intersection of the street to command traffic. Even if it is an official vehicle or a lieutenant general, she can only wave her hand and tell you not to leave.

"Women can also be servants?" Mei Niansheng felt that his views were broken.

Xiang Wentian snorted: "There are still women who worship generals. There are more than a dozen female generals in the Western Army, two generals, three or five generals, and dozens of officers."

Mei Niansheng lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He just saw a woman wearing leather armor and three red tassels wearing her chest coming to Weiyang to report the military situation. He heard that he was the general of the Western Army.

"The general who commanded the Intelligence Department of the Western Army is a woman, and the general who controls a battalion of troops in the school is also a woman. Nowadays, women are officials and soldiers in the Western Army. Wei Xiaolang also said that women are half the sky. If any industry dares not allow women to compete, men in that industry should commit suicide in shame." Xiang Wentian shook his head, "This guy is going to make a fuss, but the millions of soldiers and civilians in the Western Army support him too much."

As they spoke, everyone arrived outside a small gate of Hami, and there were already a crowd of people outside.

"Isn't this Wang Yangming?" Mei Changyun saw several officials in the crowd protected by entourage, looked carefully and rushed over to greet him.

Wang Shouren's expression was calm, while the other two were a little angry.

Fan Ruxiu said angrily: "Isn't this going to be a big deal? There are county schools, prefecture schools, Imperial Colleges, what elementary schools and middle schools in the Western Army, and what vocational schools are there? Are they not fooling around? The courses they teach are even more lawless. Although the way of the saint is also very important, they actually introduce some strange skills and tricks into the school, and teach them how to study things and enlighten them. I heard that there are still universities to run. Is the saint's words so useless? King Zhongshun is really too much."

Xiang Wentian said sarcastically: "How many people in the Western Regions of the Imperial College of the Ming Dynasty?"

Fan Ruxiu said angrily: "That's not just because he doesn't work hard?"

"Don't look for a fight, I think people are doing it well. You play the way of the saints. Ordinary people talk about eating, dressing, marrying a man and marrying a wife, and the people are not allowed to eat and spend money, but what kind of way do you talk about? Haven't you heard that Confucianism is the body and learn to use it, unlike you who are the same people who study and make gunpowder, why are you not as good as you who learn the way of the saints? Why are you, the martial arts practitioners, not as good as you, the poor scholars? If you can't teach the people the knowledge of eating, it may be good knowledge. If you can teach the people the knowledge of eating, it must be good knowledge." A person next to him said, "You don't understand, you outsiders can understand what 'the world's time'."

Fan Ruxiu shouted angrily: "Roasted wood cannot be carved!"

"If you say that, I have to argue with you. I ask you, have the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors you worshipped? Have you read your books? Before Confucius, King Wen of Shang Tang, Zhou Wen of Guan Zhong, Yi Yin and Lao Lu Wang, have they read your books? You have knowledge because you have read a lot of books of sages, but you have read the books of sages, and you have become officials, and you have the local lords, so you have to take them as the standard. What about the people? Can the people have food after reading their books? Can they have clear water after reading their books in the West?" The man rebuked, "Even the Tatars, they will not put down their butcher knives after reading your books. So why do you blow your books so well?"

Fan Ruxiu was speechless and cursed in disappointment: "What's the difference between this move and deceiving the emperor?"

"With your loyalty and patriotism, we can only be poor and oppress you at will? Tell you that poverty is not the Ming Dynasty." People around you shouted angrily, "When you wait for the seeds of study, you should always say that you should be in the world and be inclusive. If you are so petty, you can be considered a scholar? Even the old master looks down on you, those unworthy descendants," and then added, "Damn it."

Fan Ruxiu was furious and suddenly saw the bright light in front of her.

The glass has been shipped to a small one.

Three big trucks were escorted. Although the car was not very transparent, it was the best glass in this era. It was stacked in a pile, but it was afraid that hundreds of kilograms would be delivered to a small one together.
Chapter completed!