Chapter 791： Target

  Xiao Xiong was dumbfounded when he counted his money, and Mu Yangling guided him: "It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach them to fish. It is better to teach them to support themselves if you feed them."

Bear tilted his head, "What fish?"

Mu Yangling smiled and explained the meaning of this sentence to him, and Little Bear propped his chin in distress and said, "But I don't know how to teach it."

"If you don't know how to teach, you can ask your husband to teach them. Education can change their minds, let them learn skills, and learn how to survive, so bear, help them build a school!"

Light flashed in the little bear's eyes.

Qi Haoran stood at the door and opened his mouth to watch his wife fooling his son. When he went to bed at night, he asked, "Isn't this similar to a nursery?"

Mu Yangling gave a "hmm" and said, "But it's still a little different. This is just a primary school in Zhuangzi. It depends on how long he can last."

Mu Yangling just wanted to use this to cultivate his son's character and exercise his ability. If a person does good deeds from a young age, he will not become a bad person when he grows up.

Qi Haoran hesitated for a while, but still said in a low voice: "The childcare center has too much influence. Back then, it was possible to do this under special circumstances in the North, but not in other places."

"Then what if the royal family took the lead? Without the Mu family and without you, would it be done in the name of the eldest brother?"

Qi Haoran was silent for a while, and said, "No money."

"I didn't let you go all over the country now," Mu Yangling muttered, "but take it slow, always find something to do for your descendants, otherwise, like other dynasties, one generation is inferior to one generation, and it will die after a few generations... …”

Qi Haoran frowned and said, "There are so many things in one country..."

"There must always be a goal, such as five years to stabilize the refugees, ten years to return to their homeland, fifteen years for the people to live and work in peace and contentment, twenty years for the people to be fed and clothed, fifty years to support the old, and the young to depend on them, and be more careful. Yes, how much should the country's education rate reach in five years, how much grain output should be achieved... There must always be a goal. If you can't receive a report, you can only review it, and deal with it when it happens. Now Daqi has been established. Although the big brother Busy, but his goal is set there, there is a direction to move forward, Xiaobao can continue the unfinished business of the elder brother, and keep the success, what about the emperor after Xiaobao? What do they do? "

Mu Yangling lay in Qi Haoran's arms and whispered: "Look at the emperors of the past dynasties, what did they do after the third and fourth generations? Repair water conservancy during the term of office, and then hold the imperial examinations step by step, and select and appoint talents. As long as you go to court diligently, review memorials, and deal with corrupt officials, you will be considered a wise ruler. If you meet someone who is very greedy for pleasure, you will use the money accumulated by your ancestors to collect beautiful women, build gardens, spend the money like water, and then reclaim the jewelry and delicacies. If it flows into the palace, if our Daqi is like this, it will only be a dynasty of one or two hundred years.

Qi Haoran's blood was tumbling upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but exert a little force on the hand holding Mu Yangling.

Mu Yangling found a comfortable place in his arms and said, "So we have to find something for them to do and some goals for future generations." The ancients did not say anything else, but they respected their ancestors very much. The rules set by the descendants are rarely willing to break, and if they want to break, there will be a group of passionate ministers working hard to maintain them.

If it is outdated, the ancestors’ rules are really annoying, but what if they just set a goal for future generations?

Everything has its pros and cons. Who says that it is not good to believe in the ancestors?

"What do you want your country to look like? Tell them, and let future generations work hard and protect it."

Qi Haoran's eyes shone brightly and said: "The soldiers are strong and strong, and there is no external insult to bully the country!"

Mu Yangling nodded slightly, "Then go and ask Big Brother what he wants to build the country for."

What does Qi Xiuyuan want to build the country into?

He hoped that the people of Daqi would "have something to die for when they are old, useful for those who are strong, useful for those who are young, and support for those who are poor, widowed, orphaned, alone, and disabled." And this is also the dream of most emperors, but so far no one has can do it.

Holding her brother's letter, Qi Xiuyuan pondered. A Ling's goal was obviously more specific and far-reaching than his. She hoped that the old would be supported, the young would be supported, the sick would be treated, and there would be no discrimination. how is this possible?

Qi Haoran also thought it was impossible, but A Ling sat next to him when he wrote the letter. Couldn't bear to break her fantasy.

But in fact, at that time, Mu Yangling just remembered the life in the previous life. Although her country in the previous life hadn't been able to do that, it was much better than it is now. Moreover, the government is working hard in that direction, although everyone always scolds each other. This kind of policy is unfair and imperfect, but it will not be as short of food and clothing as it is now. Twenty or thirty miles away is like another world. Ordinary people cannot travel at all and dare not travel.

After reading the letter, Qi Xiuyuan put the letter in the box specially placed for family letters, picked up the pen and began to think about what kind of goal should be set for the children and grandchildren. give up.

When Qi Xiuyuan made the outline and went back to the dormitory, he remembered that he hadn't seen his son for a day today, so he went to the East Palace as soon as he turned around.

Qi Xiuyuan waved his hand to interrupt the chamberlain who was about to report, and walked in, but his son, who thought he was reviewing his homework, was sitting cross-legged on the couch, counting the gold and silver like a hill in front of him.

Qi Xiuyuan opened his mouth wide, wondering in his heart, recently his son hasn't squeezed with Zijin, why did he fall in love with money?

Qi Xiuyuan paced forward, and Xiaobao was counting money intently.

Like Little Bear, he also has a lot of savings. It should be said that he has more money than Little Bear.

Because he lives in the capital and goes out for a walk, he can receive a lot of red envelopes during Chinese New Year, and the prince's salary is also quite large, and now he is young and the only prince in the palace, so he doesn't have to think about rewarding the maids and maids with money. To win people's connections or something, as long as you eat and drink, you can only get in and out. After a few years, don't save too much money.

The most important thing is that he takes all the money himself!

No, the key was held by his wet nurse before, but now it's in his hands, and he can use it as he wants, unlike the little bear, where the money is all with the aunt, and if you want to spend money, you have to reach out and ask the aunt for it, so pitiful.

Xiaobao sympathized with Xiaoxiong in his heart and worked hard to calculate the money, completely unaware that his father was standing behind him and watching him.

Xiaobao recorded the money after calculating, and planned to write to Xiaoxiong brother that his money was four times more than his.

Qi Xiu couldn't help asking, "Bao'er, what are you doing?"

Xiaobao was startled, turned his head to see the royal father, and said happily: "Royal father, you are here, I am counting the money, please help me to see if I counted wrong."

Although Xiaobao considers himself smart and can't count wrong, he is only five years old after all, so he is still a little nervous.

Qi Xiuyuan sat on the edge of the couch, stretched out his hand and asked, "Why did you remember to count the money?"

"Brother Xiaoxiong and I borrowed money. He is very poor now, and he still owes his aunt a lot of money."