Hearing the sound, Yu Qishi looked up and saw that it was Mou Ziyi and Yun Wuwu.
Yu Qishi closed the official document and replied: "This is the request of Zhao Guanren for all schools in Zhaojiazhuang, and of course this school is the same."
"Chief, can I judge the professional title?" Mou Ziyi and Yun Wuyue looked at each other and asked.
After all, professional titles are a recognition of the master's ability. As a regular student and a direct graduate, one is in charge of teaching and the other is in charge of logistics. If they don't have professional titles, how can they hold their heads up in front of the master and students?
Yu Qishi looked at the two of them with a smile, nodded and said, "Of course you can judge the professional title, it's all fine."
"It's just that we are not masters, how can we judge the professional title?" Mou Ziyi and Yun Wuyue looked at each other and raised a question.
Yu Qishi opened the "Journal of Zhaojiazhuang Academy" and said to the two of them: "It's okay as long as you find papers in this."
"Thesis, what is a thesis?" Mou Ziyi and Yun Wuyuan exchanged glances with surprise in their eyes.
"There is a medical paper here, you can take a look." Yu Qishi handed the journal to Mou Ziyi.
Mou Ziyi opened the book and shook his head, sighing and saying, "Shan Chief, how can we write a medical paper if we are not medical students?"
"This is just a kind of paper. Medical papers are written by doctors." Yu Qishi looked at the two of them while drinking tea and said, "You can write management papers and logistics papers. As long as it is beneficial to education, you can write it."
Mou Ziyi and Yun Wuyuan looked at each other thoughtfully, and finally nodded excitedly.
Seeing Mou Ziyi take away the "Journal of Zhaojiazhuang Academy", Yu Qishi nodded slightly while sipping tea.
After returning home, he wrote: "Ping'er, these two methods of yours are indeed good. They have completely solved the serious conflict between the local Confucian students in Jingyan. Even if they are studying for full study, they must be directly admitted, and they still want to be evaluated for professional titles."
"Jing Yan Yan Shan Yun family digs, Jing Yan Qian Yun family flowers." A very discordant voice came over, as if giving Yu Qishi a loud slap in the face.
Yu Qishi couldn't help but get furious. Shanren had finally spent a lot of effort to resolve the conflict in the school, and you gave Shanren eye drops to act against him.
"Papa, papa", a loud slap sounded immediately, and at the same time there was the sound of something falling to the ground.
Then, a crying voice of "wow, wah, wah" echoed in the study, "Mother, mother, daddy is hitting the baby, daddy is hitting the baby."
Mrs. Yuhuang came in from the living room angrily. She blocked Yu Qishi with both hands, like a hen guarding her young to protect Yu Momo. She said sarcastically: "If you are capable, if you are so capable, I will beat you Yao'er. He also took away Yao'er's candied haws." Hit the ground."
After saying that, Yu Huang washed the candied haws that fell on the ground twice with tea and stuffed it into Yu Mo's mouth.
"Did you hear what Mo Mo was singing?" Yu Qishi blushed and pointed at Yu Mo Mo with one hand on his hip and the other.
Mrs. Yu Huang looked back at Yu Momo and asked softly: "Yao'er, what were you singing just now? Keep singing and let mother listen."
Yu Momo was only four or five years old. His eyes were full of fear. He looked at Yu Qishi and did not dare to speak.
"My mother is here to protect me, don't be afraid, just sing." Yu Huang looked at the red palm prints on Yu Mo Mo's face, blew on him twice with her mouth, and said softly.
Yu Momo glanced at Yu Qishi twice, hid behind Yuhuang's family, grabbed the good sleeves with both hands, and sang in his mouth: "Jingyan Yanshan Yunjia digs, Jingyan Qianyunjia flowers."
Yu Qishi couldn't help being furious. He raised his hand and was about to hit Yu Momo.
"You fight, you fight." Yuhuang extended her head to his hand and pointed at her face.
Yu Qishi had no choice but to take back his right hand, stamp his feet bitterly, glared at Yuhuang's mother and son, and reprimanded: "Since ancient times, loving mothers have often lost their sons."
"How many losers do loving mothers have?" Mrs. Yuhuang hugged Yu Momo, turned around and glared at Yu Qishi, frowning and asked: "Ping'er's mother gave him the whole family. Not only did she not become a loser, but she did something earth-shattering. event."
"Ping'er is a disciple of an immortal, how can we, ordinary people, compare to him." Yu Qishi pointed at Yu Momo fiercely and scolded him sternly, "Daughters can be pampered and pampered, but sons must be strictly controlled."
"You are so mean, Yao'er just listens to others singing and sings along." Yuhuang held Yu Momo in one hand and answered with eyes wide open, "If you do things well, others will naturally stop gossiping."
Having said this, Mrs. Yuhuang took Yu Momo by hand and walked outside, and said to Yu Momo: "Your father is a bad person. Ignore your father and go out to play with your mother."
"Daddy is a bad person. I don't want to play with daddy. I want to follow fifth brother to my brother-in-law's place." Yu Momo's hand was tightly held by Yu Huangshi, but he raised his head and looked at Yu Qishi in revenge.
Yu Qishi was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, flicked his long sleeves, and said bitterly: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise."
The next day, Yu Qishi came to the public room of the school, and Yun Wuji came in with a calm expression on his face, looking a little hesitant.
Yu Qishi made him a cup of tea, motioned to sit down, and asked, "What's on your mind about Yuan Zhi?"
"Have you heard the nursery rhyme, Chief?" Yun Wuwen hesitated again and again, took the tea cup, took a sip, and finally asked.
Yu Qishi nodded and said angrily: "Mo Mo was singing at the time, but I slapped him away."
"Chief, you can't hit him with ink. He is young and ignorant." Yun Wuwu couldn't help being shocked. He didn't expect that Yu Qishi would hit his own son, but instead opened his mouth to comfort Yu Qishi.
Yu Qishi shook his head, took a sip of tea, couldn't help but stand up from his seat, and took a look at the Jingyan local salt factory outside.
The sky was gloomy, and Yu Qishi felt as gloomy as God. He sighed and said: "Zhaojiazhuang and the school have done so many things for the locals in Jingyan. I didn't expect that they would not be satisfied and would even make up these nursery rhymes."
"When I heard my grandson singing this nursery rhyme, I also slapped him in the face." Yu Qishi didn't expect that Yun Wuwu also slapped his grandson, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile on his face.
Yun Wuyuan looked at the direction of the Jingyan Salt Factory with hatred, sighed and asked, "These Jingyan people also have their own salt shops, why do they do this?"
Yu Qishi and Yun Wuyuan were sighing when a voice came from outside: "Can I come in?"
The two looked up and saw that it was Mou Ziyi.
Yu Qishi stood up in a hurry, made a gesture of invitation, and made tea for him personally.
Although the Mou family is also a local family in Jingyan, it is much better than the Tang family, Luo family, and Hou family, and they are not so xenophobic.
Mou Ziyi seemed aloof in the whole school. Even if Master Jingyan and Master Yun were in a serious quarrel, he used Jingyan's local status to mediate a lot between them. He was worthy of being regarded as a scholar in Zhao Ping's favor.
He came in and sat down, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, looked at the two of them, and asked, "Can I speak?"
"Jianzhi is asking for more, and I am willing to listen attentively." Yu Qishi bowed his hands, and he was just wanting to hear Jing Yanfang's views.
"Jianzhi has done a lot, and all the masters have seen it." Mou Ziyi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "I am deeply gratified."
Hearing Mou Ziyi's polite words, Yu Qishi smiled bitterly and shook his head and said: "Xue Zheng doesn't need to put a high hat on me. It's because I didn't do well that the nursery rhyme spread."
"Jianzhi has achieved perfection," Mou Ziyi looked at Yu Qishi with bright eyes and said, "Now it is difficult to distinguish between the master and the students in this school."
Yu Qishi still smiled bitterly, still shook his head, and sighed: "It's perfect, why are there still nursery rhymes spread?"
"This is beyond the scope of the school. Those nursery rhymes are from outside. What does it have to do with the school?" Mou Ziyi comforted Yu Qishi.
Yu Qishi shook his head with a wry smile and sighed: "Xue Zheng, when these nursery rhymes spread to the school, the people's hearts that have finally united may become isolated again."
Having said this, he bowed his hand to Mou Ziyi and said, "My son and his in-laws still have some abilities and may be able to resolve the problem. I wonder if Xuezheng has any good suggestions?"
Yun Wuya couldn't help but be overjoyed. Yu Qishi's eldest son, Yu Mo Yan, was the official of the Salt Department, and his in-law Yun Wuya was the chief clerk of the Salt Pavilion, so they could naturally solve the problem.
Thinking of this, Yun Wuyuan looked at Mou Ziyi with hope, hoping to get the answer.
However, Yun Wuyue never expected that Mou Ziyi would return the favor and hurriedly said he didn't dare.
Yu Qishi and Yun Wuwu glanced at each other, with disappointment in their eyes.
Mou Ziyi looked at the expressions of the two people, smiled slightly and said: "To sum up, I have the following three points."
Yu Qishi and Yun Wuwu both stood up and bowed to Mou Ziyi.
Mou Ziyi returned the courtesy and expressed his opinion.
"First, although Jingyan has experienced some relief, it cannot be eliminated immediately."
Yu Qishi and Yun Wuwu glanced at each other and bowed their hands to express their gratitude.
"Secondly, although Jingyan has obtained salt mines locally, the mines are about to be mined, so I feel like I have been cheated."
Yu Qishi and Yun Wuyue glanced at each other, and Yun Wuyue opened his mouth, wanting to refute.
"Of course, the Yun family doesn't think so, thinking that it is the result of Jing Yanren's own choice." Mou Ziyi looked at Yun Wuwu with bright eyes.
Yun Wuwu just cupped his hands and nodded, acknowledging this idea.
Mou Ziyi sighed, shook his head and said, "But Jingyan people don't think so. They think Yanshan is originally owned by Jingyan people."
"What Xuezheng said makes sense, please continue." Yu Qishi thought for a while and nodded.
Mou Ziyi caught Yun Wuwu's embarrassed expression in his eyes and continued: "The salt mines produce salt, and the main beneficiaries are the large households. Other small households feel that they have not benefited much and have great opinions."
When Mou Ziyi said this, he stopped talking and focused on tea leaves.
Yu Qishi thought for a while, then bowed his hands to express his gratitude, nodded and said, "Thank you for learning to correct my doubts."
Yu Qishi came to Yu Moyan's house with a sad face, but he didn't know that his son's attitude was completely beyond his expectation.
While making tea for Yu Qishi, Yu Moyan bowed his hands and said, "It doesn't matter if you tell dad, my brother-in-law has already expected it."
