The territory of the former Eastern Tang Dynasty has been accepted by Chang'an Pan.

Regardless of territory area or population, it is a huge number.

If we don't follow the government affairs team of the Eastern Tang Dynasty and start a new one, it will definitely be a big project.

Regardless of the system requirements or Zhang Dongyun's own inner thoughts, he wants to change to a new team that suits his needs.

This will require some effort and time on your part.

Fortunately, his talent pool is actually quite sufficient.

In Tianshu Hall, Mr. Wu Yun, projected by Zhang Dongyun, summoned Xu Xingzhi.

At the same time, people who came from other places also included the dean of Tingshan Academy, Wan Li.

After experiencing the previous breach of White Horse Academy, Xu Xingzhi felt a little depressed.

After returning to Chang'an, he did not delay his work.

On the contrary, he seemed to use work to numb himself and became a workaholic who buried his head in a pile of paper all day long.

Wan Li, the dean of Tingshan Academy, now looks like an old tree blooming with new flowers.

On the one hand, Tingshan Academy was finally rebuilt, allowing him to comfort the spirits of his ancestors and sacrificed Li Zhibin.

On the other hand, he had listened to Mr. He's lecture before and gained a new understanding of his original knowledge.

After a period of accumulation, he gradually showed signs of gaining strength.

The eighth realm, which I once thought I had no hope for, now seems to be within reach.

However, whenever this happens, Wan Li will always think of Li Zhibin who sacrificed his life.

If the other party was listening to Mr. He's lecture, he would probably have gained more knowledge, right?

At this thought, Wan Li felt slightly sad.

"I'll leave this errand to you."

Mr. Wu Yun's instructions brought Xu Xingzhi and Wan Li back to their senses.

After hearing this, the two of them felt a little more excited.

After all, matters such as selecting talents for the country are noble and sacred to every Confucian practitioner. They exhaust their knowledge and wisdom, but they still worry about shortcomings and shortcomings.

"Sir, where is Mr. He..."

Xu Xingzhi asked softly.

Mr. He has always been in charge of cultural and educational matters, but this time he stayed out of it. For a while, Xu Xingzhi was not sure whether it was Mr. He's own intention or Mr. Wuyun's intention to exclude him.

He needs to have some background on this matter.

Mr. He is in charge of Chang'an's current fourth-level liberal arts college.

This is definitely what needs to be focused on in this material selection.

If Mr. He was offended for no apparent reason, then Xu Xingzhi would feel that he was really wronged.

"Mr. He recently decided to study behind closed doors, and I will take care of the affairs of the school." Mr. Wu Yun said.

He naturally knew what Xu Xingzhi was thinking, but the other party really thought too much.

When Xu Xingzhi heard this, he immediately felt relieved: "Students will definitely do their best to select talents for Chang'an."

Wan Li was beside him and gave him the same courtesy.

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While the scholars in Chang'an City were agitated by the news, in the west, the farthest west of the Western Zhou Dynasty, near the deserted sea, a middle-aged scholar came across the sea and landed on land.

He asked the locals where there were large academies in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

After asking for directions, the middle-aged scholar went straight there.

His first destination was Xianyuan Academy, the most prestigious institution in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

After arriving at the place, the scholar unfolded the scroll and asked the students of Xianyuan Academy:

"Classmates, have you seen this person?"

On the scroll, an arrogant scholar in blue appears vividly on the page.
Chapter completed!