"Do you hate Lord Zhang?"

Hearing the little fat man's somewhat resentful tone, Wang Bing realized that even the smallest emperor was also an emperor. Since ancient times, the emperor's desire for power has never been changed. No emperor is willing to let his ministers disparate his power.

"Uh, I'm a little resentful. As for hatred, haha, that's not enough!" The fat man answered Wang Bing's extremely straightforward question without much hesitation.

"Actually, Mr. Zhang was not as strict as he is now. When he first taught me how to study, he gave me a book called "The Emperor's Map". However, later, Mr. Zhang became more and more strict with me, and it can even be said to have reached a rigorous level..." After answering Wang Bing's question, the little fat man talked about Zhang Juzheng's educational experience of him on his own.

According to the little fat man, at the beginning, Zhang Juzheng's education method was very flexible. Take the book "The Emperor's Pictures" which contains forty-three ancient emperors and examples, each case has pictures and words, like comic strips. This made the little fat man very interested in learning.

Moreover, in order to avoid making him feel bored in his studies, the course schedule set for him was also very humane. He went to court on March, June and September every month to attend politics, and the rest of the day he went to classes. It can be said that he truly achieved the combination of work and rest.

However, as the fat man grew older, Zhang Juzheng unknowingly changed this good education method. From the previous "quality education" to the strict and even strict "examination-oriented education".

For example, in a lecture class, when the fat man read the "elegant and erection" in "The Analects of Confucius", he misread the word "erection" in it as "memory". It was originally a very small mistake that would be corrected, but Zhang Juzheng shouted loudly in front of the lecturers and students in the lecture hall, "This word is used as erection", which threw away the little fat man's face.

Of course, it would be fine if the teaching is just strict, so it is said that strict teachers produce high disciples!

But the key to the problem is that no matter how hard the little fat man worked or how much progress he made in his studies, it is difficult to get praise or praise from the strict teacher Zhang Juzheng. For example, the little fat man actually had a very good calligraphy work. Once, after writing a very satisfactory calligraphy work, he ran to Zhang Juzheng to offer treasures. Unexpectedly, Zhang Juzheng used Song Huizong's calligraphy and painting emperor to pour cold water on him. This is also the reason why the little fat man dared to demonstrate Tai Chi to Zhang Juzheng in person at the beginning.

Therefore, in this depressing learning atmosphere that is completely unsure, the resentment in the little fat man's heart will naturally accumulate more and more.

"Actually, have you ever thought about why this is?" After hearing the little fat man's complaints, Wang Bing couldn't help but turn over and sit up and look at the little fat man.

"Maybe Mr. Zhang's expectations for me are too high!" After thinking about it, the little fat man said with some uncertainty.

"You are right, because Lord Zhang is treating you as an emperor rather than an ordinary person. He wants to train you into a generation of holy kings. Since he is a holy king, he must not have ordinary desires, nor can he make the mistakes of ordinary people!" After thinking about it, Wang Bing organized some of the analysis of Zhang Juzheng's education on the Internet in his own language.

"Haha, Holy Lord? How many dynasties can be called holy kings? It would be great if you don't be a foolish emperor!" Hearing Wang Bing say this, the little fat man couldn't help but turn over and sit up, and smiled with a self-deprecating look on his face.

"Actually, it's not that difficult if you want to be a saint, haha!" Seeing the little fat man's self-deprecating look, Wang Bing laughed unconsciously.

"Oh, third brother, tell me, why does this saint king that has been rare in the ages become less difficult to get to your mouth? Haha!" Seeing Wang Bing's smile on his face, the little fat man just thought he was joking, so he didn't take it seriously at all, just a joke.

"The first method is very simple. As long as you give favors to those scholars, let them help you promote it wildly. Then don't talk about the Saint Lord, even the saints of the world can blow it out for you, hehe!" Wang Bing glanced at the little fat man who was a joke, but said with a smirk on his face.

"I said the third brother, is this what you said to be the method of becoming a saint? If you continue to do this, it would be good if I didn't become a joke for the ages, and I would be the saint!" Hearing Wang Bing's completely unreliable "saint's quick method" the little fat man couldn't help but feel black.

"But this method is fast and immediate. It can also allow you to feel the feeling of being a saint when you are alive. Unlike other saints, you have to wait for future generations to comment, hahahaha!" At the end of the day, even Wang Bing himself couldn't help laughing.

"You should talk about your second type." Although Wang Bing's "Holy King Quick-Achievement Method" is very unreliable, it is still pretty good to listen to it as a joke. So the little fat man was very curious about Wang Bing's next idea.

"The second type is more difficult than the first type. First of all, as you said yourself, at least you can't be a fool, right? Then, on the basis of not being a fool, as long as you can make the people have clothes and food, and also make some achievements in civil and military affairs."

"Of course, the most important thing is actually the same as the first method, that is, to know how to promote it. It is to let those literati write more articles to praise you, so that you will become a saint, and you will be a well-deserved saint!" Seeing the fat man waiting to listen to the joke, Wang Bing spoke with a serious look on his face.

This is not Wang Bing’s random talk, but it is based on facts. For example, the “chaff” and “Qian Deaf” of the Pigtail Dynasty, the Emperor of the Eternal Eternity, and the Elderly Elders, are all praised in this way.

"Uh? That's that simple? At most, you can be considered a wise king. I'm afraid it's still far from the saint king?" Seeing Wang Bing's serious appearance, the little fat man couldn't help but ask with a puzzled look.

"It's so simple! You think those saints are all praised by literati! Otherwise, if we really talk about achievements, Qin Shihuang is much better than them. It's just that Qin Shihuang doesn't publicize or buy literati, so that those people are shattered!" Unconsciously, Wang Bing transformed into a big angry young man in the Ming Dynasty and began to crazily complain about the so-called saints.

"How is it? Are you still interested in being a Saint Lord now? Hehe!" Looking at the confused little fat man, Wang couldn't help but smile again.

"Haha, now the gentleman is upholding the national affairs. I, the emperor, are just a Bodhisattva in the temple. What else do you mean by a wise king and a holy lord?"
Chapter completed!