The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

Jiang Lin took the blueprints and examined them carefully.

The drawings were rough, with crooked lines, but they contained all the key information. They showed where the terrain was high enough to build residential areas, where the land was low enough to dig drainage ditches, where water intake points could be located near water sources… even the main roads and firebreaks were preliminarily planned.

In the corners of the blueprints, various data were densely written: the total area of ​​the camp, the estimated number of people it could accommodate, how much wood and thatch was needed to build a hut, how much manpower was needed to dig a 100-meter ditch...

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Jiang Lin's face.

"Not bad." He nodded. "Better than I expected."

"They really worked incredibly hard," Zhao Lingjun exclaimed. "Especially Zhou Yuan, who jumped into the icy river to measure the depth of a section of the channel and almost got swept away. When he came up, his lips were purple from the cold, but he was still reciting the data."

"People are all driven by pressure," Jiang Lin said calmly. "If they don't experience it for themselves, they'll never know what 'reality' means."

He handed the blueprints back to Zhao Ling-jun.

"Tell them that this drawing is just a draft and is far from perfect. Let them continue to improve it. Also, post this job advertisement in the disaster relief camps."

Jiang Lin handed over another piece of paper.

Zhao Lingjun took it and saw that it was written on it:

"The construction project of the disaster relief camp at Jingshi Academy is now recruiting 1,000 laborers. Those with special skills, such as carpenters, bricklayers, bamboo weavers, and doctors, will be given priority. The daily wage is 30 cash, and two meals will be provided. Ordinary laborers will be paid 20 cash per day, and two meals will be provided. Apply as soon as possible, as positions will be filled on a first-come, first-served basis."

"Headmaster, what are you doing..." Zhao Lingjun asked, puzzled. "Weren't we supposed to compete with the Imperial Academy in resettling disaster victims? Why are we spending our own money to hire workers?"

"Silly girl." Jiang Lin tapped her head. "The worst thing you can do in disaster relief is to simply give alms. If you give them food, they'll still be disaster victims after they've eaten it all. You have to let them work for themselves, earning their own food and dignity through their own labor. That's called 'work relief'."

"The only solutions those bookworms at the Imperial Academy can come up with are setting up soup kitchens and distributing food. But doing that will only cause the disaster victims to fight tooth and nail over a bite to eat, making the camp even more chaotic."

"And we are building a new community. We provide them with job opportunities so they have something to do and money to earn. Once the camp is built, they will not only have a place to live, but also savings. At that time, they will have the right to choose whether they want to return to their hometown or find work in Bianjing City."

"This is the true meaning of 'placement'."

Zhao Lingjun felt enlightened upon hearing this, and his admiration for Jiang Lin reached a new level.

It turns out that Jiang Lin had already set up a scheme for the so-called "martial arts debate" from the very beginning.

While the Imperial Academy was still on the first level, thinking about how to distribute food, Jiang Lin had already thought ahead to the fifth level, beginning to consider post-disaster community reconstruction and sustainable development.

In this competition, the Imperial Academy has already lost, lost so badly that it has nothing left but its underwear.

……

at the same time.

In Bianjing, another seemingly insignificant little thing is also quietly happening.

A small bookstore in the south of the city suddenly put up a new signboard—"Jingshi Bookstore".

The bookstore only sells one thing: a small booklet, about 16mo in size, printed with movable wooden type.

The booklet is called "An Introduction to the Study of Things and Mathematics".

The author is listed as "Jingshi Academy Shanjiang Jianglin".

This booklet is extremely cheap, costing only ten coins.

The content is extremely easy to understand. From the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, to the use of the abacus, and some simple methods for calculating area and volume, everything is written in plain language and accompanied by interesting illustrations.

For example, when explaining the "chicken and rabbit in the same cage" problem, the book draws a picture of a worried farmer with a group of chickens and rabbits huddled together, accompanied by the text: "Now there are chickens and rabbits in the same cage. There are 35 heads on top and 94 feet on the bottom. How many chickens and rabbits are there? The old farmer is so worried!"

Then, using the simplest "assumption method," we will teach readers step by step how to calculate the answer.

This unprecedented book format, along with its content closely related to daily life, immediately attracted the attention of many citizens.

"This book is interesting! Ten coins, not expensive. I'll buy a copy for my son to read!"

"Yes, if I learn accounting, I can become an apprentice in a shop, which would be better than what I'm doing now!"

"This also explains how to calculate the acreage of land. This is useful! I need to study it carefully so I don't get fooled by the landlord's steward again!"

In just one day, the first batch of 10,000 copies of "Introduction to Mathematical Sciences" was sold out.

The next day, all 20,000 copies were sold out.

On the third day, 50,000 copies were sold out again.

In Bianjing (Kaifeng), the extraordinary phenomenon of "paper becoming expensive in Luoyang" occurred.

This time, however, people weren't fighting over some timeless masterpiece, but rather a small, introductory book that taught people how to do accounting.

Seeing the business opportunity, major bookstores sent people to purchase the printing rights to the book.

Qian Duoduo, who was in charge of this matter, told them with a smile, following Jiang Lin's instructions: "The printing rights are not for sale. However, you are welcome to join our 'Jingshi Bookstore'. As long as you pay a franchise fee of one thousand guan, you can enjoy a 50% discount on all books published by Jingshi Academy in the future."

Upon hearing this, the businessmen did a quick calculation and immediately rushed to pay for the franchise.

Just kidding, now the four characters "Jingshi Academy" are a golden brand! They'd be willing to pay 2,000 strings of cash, let alone 1,000!

Within just a few days, "Jingshi Bookstore" franchise stores sprang up all over Bianjing City.

Jiang Lin, with just this book, easily pocketed hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

Part of the money was used to pay the wages of the disaster relief camps, part was invested in Shen Kuo's laboratory, and the remainder became the reserve and development fund for Jingshi Academy.

Thus, a perfect business loop was formed.

When Su Shi found Jiang Lin with the profit-sharing bill, he was still completely bewildered.

"Master...we...earned 300,000 strings of cash just by selling books?"

He felt his worldview had been refreshed once again. He had studied hard for ten years, achieved the highest score in the imperial examination, and all the rewards he received combined amounted to less than a fraction of this amount.

Jiang Lin, on the other hand, simply wrote a small booklet and earned more money than he could ever earn in his entire life.

"This is just the beginning." Jiang Lin lay on the rattan chair, his eyes still closed.

"Once our newspaper is up and running, we'll earn even more than this."

"Newspaper...newspaper?" Su Shi heard a new word.

"Hmm," Jiang Ling replied lazily, but in his mind he was planning something else.

Money, we have it. People, we have them. Public opinion, we have it too.

Next, it's time to settle accounts with His Highness Prince Jing, who has been watching from behind the scenes all along.

He opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the palace.

The divine crossbow and the imperial guards' armor from that abandoned brick kiln are still lying quietly in the Imperial City Guard's inner warehouse.

Such a great "merit" shouldn't be given to the King of Jing alone; that won't do.

He should have to bleed a little.