Chapter 319: The Scientific Throne

What made Baifeng relatively happy was that his teaching over these years had not been in vain; he had already cultivated quite a few talents, and every graduating class of the Middle School had sufficient ability to enter government work, especially the Ministry of Revenue, because only with the replenishment of sufficient talent could they share their increasingly heavy workload.

Changle was the student Baifeng was most satisfied with. Why wasn't it Yulong? Because from the very beginning, Baifeng had been cultivating him as his successor, so he did not deliberately teach him the knowledge from those schools, but rather taught him things he would not pass on to outsiders.

Changle was very clear about this matter, but he was also very sensible and would not ask questions. When his father taught his older brother, he never avoided him; even when he listened from the side, his father would not have any objections. However, he was not stupid either; his father was the King, and he was one of the first people who could come into contact with ordinary policies and such. Primogeniture had already been stated clearly—he was neither the legitimate son nor the eldest, so he had no qualifications to inherit this Kingdom. Furthermore, he didn't seem to have much interest in inheriting this country; his interest lay in Nature, in the universe.

His father had said that there were many kinds of kings in this world. He was a secular king of a territory, a king of a country, and as of now, he was also a king of Science, at least for the time being.

In other words, his father had two thrones to inherit. The secular and national kingship was clearly meant for his older brother, so this king of Science must belong to him. His father had never said who the throne of Science would go to; his knowledge had always been taught to everyone at will, but what was taught to him was different from what was taught to others.

Under Baifeng's guidance, Changle became a person who pursued the truth. One thing he was doing now was systematically naming every kind of plant. Currently, the plants that could be found throughout the entire territory already had names, and they were scientific and well-founded. He even applied for funding for this and established a specimen library.

For something of such great significance to the country, Baifeng was of course not stingy at all. In addition to the Ministry of Revenue's appropriation, he personally provided a lot of funds to provide convenience for his son's career.

Although Changle was still a child, his ability had already far exceeded that of children of the same age in later generations. But thinking of Ganluo in history, as well as those young generals, his own child being outstanding was actually not that special.

The plants of the entire country had basically been identified. If any new plant appeared, he would classify it according to its characteristics and record its name and growth environment. As for its uses, he mostly asked his father. If there was something Baifeng recognized and knew the efficacy of, he would change the name to his father's version and abandon the name he had chosen himself.

Changle was not afraid that one day he would have nothing left to discover, but was afraid that his life would be too short to be able to understand everything. Moreover, what fascinated him was not just simply classifying plants; classifying and naming plants was merely for a promise, or rather a vow, he had made when he was young.

He was fascinated by everything in this world. There were some things his father could no longer explain to him, so he thought about exploring them himself. However, the more he explored, the more he felt his own ignorance, and in the end, he had to seek his father's help again.

Even though the entire country's government agencies were already running smoothly, Baifeng still felt that he was struggling. He had to answer the endless questions of his two children one by one. He could not set his mind at ease regarding his beloved daughter either. He had to worry about all the major affairs of the country, and the schools and Hospital were also managed by him. He was exhausted every day and very much wanted to retire, but his children were still too young, and he was afraid they could not bear this heavy burden. There was no other way; he could only hold on by himself.

Today was the ceremony for the completion of the New City and the overall relocation of the New City Residents. Baifeng, Sui, and Yulong attended the event. Changle had already taken a step ahead under the protection of the army; he had recently been heading deeper into the New City territory, wanting to find more things.

Over these years, Changle had already found several kinds of medicinal herbs, a plant dye, and a vegetable seed with great prospects for Huaxia, so Changle's actions were not only recognized by Baifeng but were also supported by everyone in the entire country.

The Residents of the New City were already different from those initially decided upon; they had almost been replaced by a new batch because people's thoughts would always change. However, Baifeng and the others did not interfere too much and still prioritized voluntary participation. Only if the number requirements were not met would they forcibly select another group of people to migrate there. However, there were many people who wanted to strive for something, so there was no vacancy in the population.

Furthermore, the New City was just a bit smaller than the Old City; the defensive works like the city walls were not lacking at all, and living inside was very safe.

Public ox-carts powered by oxen would travel back and forth between the two Urban Areas on a fixed schedule every day, ensuring that communication between the two places would not stop.

Baifeng's plan was grand. Five years later, the next city would continue to be built, and when it was finished, they would have enough population to relocate there.

Because of the wars in the Central Plains, Huaxia's contact with the outside world had almost been interrupted. In these few years, they only traded Tea Leaves and Sulfur with the Suiren Tribe and occasionally traded Crocodile Skin with Xuanyuan; Baifeng had not seen any of the other small tribes.

In these few years, besides learning about the wars and territorial changes of these tribes, what made Baifeng feel happy was that the Xuanyuan Tribe already had writing.

In other words, Cangjie had successfully created characters. Although Baifeng did not recognize most of the characters, at the very least, the entire human society had taken a big step forward.

When Xuanyuan was showing off their Boat to Baifeng, Baifeng was expressionless because this was something they would eventually figure out. But when Xuanyuan mysteriously showed Baifeng their characters, Baifeng was also genuinely happy for Xuanyuan.

However, happy as he was, Baifeng still took out their Huaxia characters in front of Xuanyuan. Xuanyuan immediately expressed that he could not believe it and was very shocked. But after Baifeng explained his characters, Xuanyuan's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, because Baifeng's characters and Cangjie's characters were almost no different; except for looking different, the principles were all the same.

Xuanyuan was so shocked he did not know what to say. Of course, Baifeng would not say himself that his characters were the descendants of Cangjie's.

In order to facilitate future communication between the two sides, Baifeng proposed exchanging a Dictionary, so that they would be able to understand each other's characters. Xuanyuan did not understand what a Dictionary meant, but he just felt that letting others learn things from his own home was ultimately inappropriate, so he refused Baifeng. Baifeng did not force it either; in any case, the final outcome would be mutual learning.