How old was his son when Zhang Hong left? Why would he want to transfer Zhang Hong back now?
Lee Myung-bak didn't believe that no one was behind this.
After a moment of silence, Lee Myung-bak said with a smile, "My son, who told you to transfer Zhang Hong back?"
"No one told me!" Zhu Yijun pouted and acted cute, but his heart skipped a beat.
He had shot himself in the foot. Obviously, his mother suspected that he was being used. Zhu Yijun couldn't push the blame to others at this time!
The key was that he couldn't do it even if he wanted to. In a split second, Zhu Yijun decided to push the blame to others.
"I heard a group of palace maids talking that day. They said there used to be a good eunuch in the palace. He often admonished father and was a virtuous official."
Zhu Yijun kept a straight face and said with a serious look, "Master Zhang taught me to be close to virtuous officials and stay away from villains."
"Your son feels that if he is a virtuous official, then let him come to your son's side!"
Hearing his son's words, Lee Myung-bak was even more sure that someone must have talked nonsense around his son. However, Lee Myung-bak also knew that there was no way to continue the investigation. He couldn't ask his son to identify the person!
After thinking about it, Lee Myung-bak still felt that Zhang Hong should be transferred back. On the one hand, Zhang Hong was indeed a good eunuch. On the other hand, he couldn't dampen his son's enthusiasm. Be close to virtuous officials and stay away from villains.
"Okay!" Lee Myung-bak said with a smile, "Then His Majesty can ask the Department of Rites to draft an imperial edict!"
Hearing his mother's words, Zhu Yijun immediately beamed with joy and looked very cute.
Turning around, Lee Myung-bak glanced at Feng Bao behind Zhu Yijun and said with a dark face, "Feng Bao, don't let people gossip in front of His Majesty in the future. Can't the people in the palace control their own mouths?"
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I'll arrange it when I go back!" Feng Bao bowed and said, but he hated Zhang Jing in his heart.
In the palace, the one who wanted Zhang Hong back the most was undoubtedly Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing had just entered the palace as a eunuch, which meant that he was a disciple of Zhang Hong, and Zhang Hong was Zhang Jing's godfather.
Compared with Zhang Jing and Zhang Cheng, Zhang Hong had a good reputation and seniority. If he really went against Feng Bao, he would be miserable.
With Zhang Jing and Zhang Cheng, Zhang Jing, Feng Bao, Feng Bao's fate could be imagined. Feng Bao could imagine that he hated Feng Bao, but he dared not show.
Feng Bao had just defeated Gao Gong and was feeling proud of himself. He didn't expect to be kicked by Zhang Jing and sprained his waist.
"Just you wait!" Feng Bao swore in his heart. He couldn't let them have their way.
Zhu Yijun naturally didn't know that Feng Bao hated Zhang Jing, but Zhu Yijun knew that Zhang Hong would be the most unhappy one when Zhang Jing was transferred back.
However, Zhu Yijun couldn't be bothered to care about Feng Bao. He had more important things to do.
The most important thing was to write a textbook, a textbook for mathematics.
When the academy opened, Zhu Yijun would have a group of people to study with him. Although it was mainly based on the Four Books and Five Classics, if Zhu Yijun really wanted to study the Four Books and Five Classics, then what was the point of the academy?
Mathematics was the foundation of all learning. If he wanted to learn other things, he naturally had to start with mathematics.
Writing a textbook for mathematics was urgent. It would start with elementary school textbooks. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. This was the content of the first book that Zhu Yijun prepared.
Three years to learn elementary school mathematics. Three years later, they would start to explore physics and chemistry.
They would learn for three years first. After three years, it would be beyond their control. Anyway, the Confucian School emphasized the Six Noble Arts, and mathematics was one of them.
The location of the academy was soon decided. The location was in Xiyuan. This was the place where Emperor Jiajing lived, or the place where he made elixirs.
Speaking of elixirs, Zhu Yijun had an idea. Maybe he could train these guys to be chemists?
It was also possible to do chemistry. He would write it down first and try it later.
Xiyuan was actually Zhongnanhai in the future. At this time, it was called Beihai, Zhonghai, and Zhongnanhai. They were collectively called Taiye Pond. It was the royal garden.
Zhu Yijun felt that it was very suitable to put the academy here. It was big and comfortable enough.
Since the death of Emperor Jiajing, Xiyuan had been idle. It was also very suitable to use it.
Although it was not built like the future, it was the royal garden after all. His grandfather Emperor Jiajing had lived here for a long time. It was naturally no problem to decorate it.
Zhu Yijun went to Mr. Lee and told him to put the academy here. Mr. Lee agreed without hesitation.
Mr. Lee had always been very supportive of his son's education.
In a room in the Palace of Heavenly Purity, Zhu Yijun was fiddling with a pencil, or directing a young eunuch to fiddle with the pencil.
"Chen Ju, do you know how to grind it into powder?"
Zhu Yijun looked at the young eunuch Chen Ju and said directly, "Grind it into fine powder, then put clay on it." He sat in a chair and drank tea, saying from time to time.
Chen Ju didn't dare to neglect it. It was an order from the emperor. How could it be a small matter?
"After it's done, brush glue on the paper, then roll it up. Make sure it's tight."
This kind of pencil was seen by Zhu Yijun in his previous life. In fact, it was made of newspaper instead of wood.
It was a kind of resource reuse. Zhu Yijun directly moved it to the Daming Dynasty.
It saved time, effort, and money. Otherwise, he would throw away the waste paper. It was suitable to make pencils.
The young eunuchs were very busy. It was not difficult to make pencils, but it could not be used yet. It needed to be dried in the shade.
Zhu Yijun nodded with satisfaction when he saw the first batch of pencils being carried out.
Mathematics required a lot of paper. Those fellows in the academy did not pay the tuition fees. It was fine for them to use a brush.
Pencils were much better. He could erase them after using them, saving money and effort.
When the pencils were done, he could write the textbook himself.
Zhu Yijun couldn't draw lines with a brush. Furthermore, if he really used a brush, the book would be very thick.
The most important thing was that it was tiring. With his small hands, he would be finished if he wrote a book like that.
Three days later, the pencils were dry in the shade. Zhu Yijun took the pencils sharpened by the eunuchs and started drawing on the paper. He nodded with satisfaction. The quality was really good.
Zhu Yijun took a drawing board and spread a piece of paper on it. He started drawing in front of Feng Bao.
"Feng Bao, sit down. Don't move. I will draw a portrait for you."
Although Feng Bao didn't know what a portrait was, it was fine as long as the emperor was happy. He just sat there and didn't move.
Zhu Yijun was good at drawing. In his previous life, he had learned how to draw from his girlfriend for a period of time.
Soon, a portrait appeared on the paper. The eunuchs and palace maids standing behind Zhu Yijun were shocked.
After drawing, Zhu Yijun nodded with satisfaction. Not bad. Although his hands were a little rusty, it was beautiful.