Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Meng Jiao's tone of voice sounded like he really had a special feeling for farming. Li Xin was very satisfied with this. After all, he is the dean of the Agricultural College, so what if he has no enthusiasm for agricultural production.

However, satisfaction is satisfaction, people have not yet agreed to board the ship of the Ministry of Science yet.

Li Dao: "The junior knows."

Perhaps because Li Xin's attitude was good enough, Meng Jiao gradually became more willing to talk.

As he played with the pea leaves, he said, "Don't underestimate farming. It's a science."

Li Xin blinked and said: "I know. The purpose of setting up the agricultural college for the younger generation is to gather talented and intelligent people from all over the world to study agricultural knowledge for the common people, and to study how to sow and cultivate each crop in order to get the best results. good harvest”

After all, he is here to recruit people into the group, and once he catches the opportunity, he will of course try his best to sell his science department like the persevering salesmen of later generations.

I don't know where this sentence moved Meng Jiao. After he finished listening, he immediately raised his head and glanced at Li Xin, as if he wanted to distinguish whether it was the truth or a lie from Li Xin's expression.

Li Xin stared at Meng Jiao seriously, without avoiding it in the slightest.

"Are you serious?" Meng Jiao asked out of nowhere.

Frankly speaking, Li Xin's words hit Meng Jiao's heart. He has always resisted the strife and struggle in the court, and thinks that it is better to study these plants than spend all his time on these matters. Whoever can make every mu of land harvest one stone of grain, then his credit is far more than that of a minister. The courtiers come big.

It was precisely because of this idea that Meng Jiao took the initiative to choose Sinong Temple when he was selecting officials. However, after entering Sinong Temple, he realized that Sinong Temple was not what he thought at all—an agricultural department dominated by a bunch of scholars who don't work hard and don't distinguish between five grains, no matter how you think about it, it is easy to conclude One conclusion is that it is unreliable.

Even the officials inside Sinong Temple have a subtle disdainful attitude towards farming. How can they do things well?

As a result, Meng Jiao became the only official in Sinong Temple who often went to the field to breed and raise seedlings, and became a well-known outlier in Sinong Temple.

What will happen if an idealist with more professional ethics is mixed in with a group of officials with little professional ethics? Confucius once had one of the most classic descriptions: A gentleman is like water, and a villain is like oil.

A villain mixed with a group of gentlemen is like a drop of oil dropped into water, and everyone lives in peace, and the well water does not violate the river water. But if a gentleman is mixed among a bunch of villains, it is like a drop of water dripping into a hot oil pan, and the result is bound to be crackling, oil and water fighting to the death.

Meng Jiao's situation is similar to this drop of water. Anyway, he was squeezed out in various ways in Sinong Temple, and in the end his heart was ashamed, and he planned to plant the land like this, until he retired and retired. Unexpectedly, today, he could hear the words of studying agriculture from the mouth of the King of Chu. His mood could not help but fluctuate a little.

People always crave approval. No matter how lonely and maverick people are, they will be moved when they feel resonated.

Li Xin could see Meng Jiao's doubts, nodded calmly, and said, "Of course. Food is the paramount necessity of the people. Farming is such an important knowledge, how can there not be an institution dedicated to it?"

Meng Jiao didn't continue talking, but looked down at Pea again.

Li Xin knew that Meng Jiao's heart had been shaken.