Mou Ziyi couldn't help but be stunned, what should he do?
These are the classes that Zhaojiazhuang Academy is most capable of. If not, what should we do?
"Since these students are all from the county school, we might as well get together and form a new class." Yu Qishi simply made a complete change.
Mou Ziyi nodded for a while, then shook his head.
Nodding is natural in a class, shaking one's head means a new problem has arisen.
He raised his own question: "Chief, who will lead this class?"
He really wanted to say that this person was the mountain leader himself, but the mountain leader had to teach these masters at night, so how could he have so much energy?
"There is currently no suitable teacher in this school." Yu Qishi thought for a while and rejected Mou Ziyi's idea of letting the principal teach students in this school.
When Mou Ziyi heard this, he bowed his head deeply. Strictly speaking, although Zhaojiazhuang Academy produced geniuses, they were not cultivated by this academy.
Although the geniuses of Zhaojiazhuang Academy were not cultivated by Zhaojiazhuang Academy, they can only be hidden temporarily.
It's just that the news can only be hidden for a while, but it cannot be hidden forever, which makes Mou Ziyi frown.
Those students in the county school came to the gifted class. Wouldn’t it be a slap in the face if there was no gifted class?
Mou Ziyi was anxious and had to think of a solution. He bowed his hands and asked, "Chief, Master, how do you solve this problem?"
"Of course Master's problem must be solved, let Shi come up with a solution." Yu Qishi's words reassured him.
But these students were coming soon, and Mou Ziyi asked worriedly: "When will Master be here?"
"The master is also from Zhaojiazhuang Academy, and he is also a scholar. His name is Du Changjiang." Yu Qishi expressed his thoughts, "He knows tadpole writing and is currently in Jingyan Workshop."
Not only is he good at recruiting people, but he can also write tadpole essays, which really meets the requirements. The mountain chief is really capable.
"Thank you, Chief." Mou Ziyi bowed deeply. Yu Qishi solved his big problem. He had an explanation to his wife and her natal family, and finally he could sleep peacefully.
Yu Qishi returned the gift calmly while smiling bitterly in his heart. This Du Changjiang was from his son's workshop, and now I actually reached out to his son.
But you, my son, must help solve my problem.
Mou Ziyi just didn't know what Yu Qishi was thinking, but he thought that this master could cultivate a lot of geniuses because he knew how to write tadpoles.
Back home, while drinking tea, Yu Qishi asked Yu Mo Yan about asking for someone.
"Mo Yan, my father wants to set up a tadpole writing class, but there is no suitable wife, what should I do?" Although he is his own son, Yu Qishi still used a consultative tone.
Yu Mo Yan now really regrets that he was too talkative and even showed off to his father that there were two masters in the workshop who could write tadpole writing.
It's fine now, when I actually reached out to my son.
The night classes in his two current workshops are booming, and more and more people come to study at the night classes.
Fifteen-year-old Zhang Silang pulled Li Sanlang, who was about the same age as him, to a corner and asked quietly: "Does Sanlang know about studying at night?"
"I've heard of it, what's the matter?" Li Sanlang asked after looking around and seeing no one around.
Zhang Silang whispered in his ear: "Have you ever thought about being blind?"
"Which one is willing to be blind?" Li Sanlang looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them, so he whispered.
Zhang Silang looked at his work clothes that were full of sweat and dirt, sighed and said, "I'm so tired during the day, how can I have time to study?"
"Excuse," Li Sanlang said with a look of disdain at him, "the two girls from the Zhang family and the Chen family are younger than me, they haven't studied there yet, and they are the quickest in literacy."
Zhang Silang shook his head and sighed: "I heard that they are taken care of by the foreman and can work less time."
"They are young ladies, of course they are taken care of, but they are younger than me." Li Sanlang thought for a moment and looked him over, his eyes filled with meaning, "They are young ladies, you are a grown man, why put yourself at risk?" In terms of status with them."
Zhang Silang didn't say anything for a while, he only lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
"I heard that in ancient times there were still people who cut walls to steal light and hung beams to prick the buttocks." Li Sanlang continued, "I don't appreciate the good conditions now."
"Okay, I'll change my clothes and study with you." Zhang Silang finally made up his mind.
Listening to Li Sanlang and Zhang Silang talking, Chen Zhang on the side suddenly felt a little moved, and said to Blind Chen: "Official, there is a night class in the workshop, do you want to go to study?"
"Studying, that's a requirement for the foreman, so I won't get involved." Chen Laoshi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Besides, I'm very old, and there are elders in the family and younger ones, so I don't have time. Read with energy.”
Chen Zhang thought for a while, nodded, and couldn't help but sigh.
"If you train your children well and give them a good future, won't they be called geniuses in school?" Seeing that his wife was unhappy, Chen Laoshi comforted her.
Chen Zhang thought for a while, the official was a half-blind man and seemed to have little future, and the next generation was indeed up to par, so he couldn't help but nod.
Yu Wenming met Jin Ming and saw him covered in oil and smelly sweat. He had his head lowered and hurried past him.
"Jin Ming, you are running a school at night, why don't you go to school?" After all, he is his childhood friend, so Yu Wenqing still hopes that he can read.
Jin Ming seemed to have just seen Yu Wenming. He bowed his hands and said sheepishly: "Foreman, there are old people at the top and young at the bottom. How can I have time to study?"
He looked at Yu Wenming's robe with wide sleeves and his narrow-sleeved shorts. He rubbed his hands together, not knowing what to do.
Yu Wenming shook his head. He knew that the other party had low self-esteem, but after all, this was a childhood friend, and he still hoped that he could read.
"Master is very patient and will help you learn to read." Yu Wenming persuaded patiently.
"Thank you for your kindness, foreman. I am old and don't have enough time and energy." Jin Ming still shook his head and said, "Instead of studying by myself, it is better to train the next generation well."
"Is your son also in the workshop? He is young, not yet twenty, so he can be allowed to study." Yu Wenming saw that his old friend could not be persuaded, so he turned to his son.
Jin Ming couldn't help being overjoyed and said, "The villain tried to persuade him to study, but he refused because he had a young child at home. The villain went back to take care of his grandson, so he must go to study."
Yu Wenming thought for a while and found it a bit funny. He couldn't help but said: "Your son used taking care of young children as an excuse. He is obviously reluctant to leave his beloved wife." Hearing Yu Wenming pointed out, Jin Ming was a little embarrassed, but his old friend also wanted to care for his son. For your own sake.
Thinking of this, Jin Ming said viciously: "If he doesn't come, the villain will use a stick to treat him."
"That's right. Where in the world is there a Zhaojiazhuang workshop that is so generous that it invites the master to teach the craftsmen specifically?" Yu Wenming said happily.
It's good to have acquaintances. Jin Ming bowed his hand again and said, "I hope the foreman will take more care of me then."
"Your son is my nephew and I will take care of him." Yu Wenming stroked his beard and nodded in agreement.
Seeing more and more craftsmen flocking to the night school, Yu Qishi couldn't help but feel proud.
Jingyan not only has county school, Zhaojiazhuang school, but also night school.
Then come and compete to see which school is better.
Although the number of students in the Night School is far lower than that of the two schools, there is one thing they cannot compare with, that is, it uses tadpole literature to teach.
Isn't it? The students in the night school actually educated the two little rascals into geniuses of Jingyan.
If it were anyone else, he would immediately refuse to go back, but this was his father.
Hearing that Yu Qishi came to ask for someone, Yu Moyan stepped forward and bowed his hands, saying, "I tell my father that I should send Master Du to school."
Yu Qishi gave him an appreciative look while drinking tea, but Yu Moyan's next words made him uneasy.
"But more and more craftsmen from the two workshops are coming to study. What if I don't have a master?" Yu Moyan did not refuse directly, but raised the problem and asked me to solve it.
While Yuhuang was drinking tea, he looked at the father and son with interest to see how he would solve his wife's problem.
The official and her son are both her favorites. She hopes that the family will be in harmony and does not want conflicts to arise.
"Yan'er, don't you have Master Yang? Anyway, there are not many people coming to the night school to study, so we might as well let the two workshops teach together." Yu Qishi thought for a while and proposed a solution.
Yu Moyan stepped forward and bowed his hands, saying to his father: "Father, that was in the past, but now more and more young men are studying, and I am afraid that a master cannot teach them."
Yu Qishi knocked on the coffee table with his hand, pondered for a while and said, "Yan'er, don't you have a few students who are very good at reading? You can let them take care of those students."
"Father, they are still students, how can they bring other students?" Yu Moyan said with an extremely embarrassed expression.
"It's true that they are students, but they are already qualified to lead entry-level students." Yu Qishi looked at him meaningfully and said calmly, "Aren't the three genius students in the school taught by their sister?"
It seems that my father is determined to borrow Master Du, which will not only suppress Yexue School, but also increase the strength of Jingyan School.
"However, there is only one master in two workshops, which is really not enough." Yu Mo Yan still wanted to argue.
"Having only one master in two workshops is not an option." Yu Qishi nodded and said, "This is only temporary."
"Father, when will Master Du be back?" Yu Moyan couldn't help but be overjoyed. He never expected that Liu Bei would still have time to return the loan from Jingzhou.
"We don't care about Master Du's affairs for the time being." Yu Qishi's words immediately made Yu Mo Yan feel as if he had fallen into the ice.
Seeing Yu Moyan's somewhat uncomfortable expression, Yu Qishi continued: "I'll send a letter to Ping'er and ask him to send a wife who can read tadpole writing. What do you think?"
His father had already reached this point, and Yu Moyan felt that there was no point in persisting.
He took a sip of tea, bowed his hands, and said: "My father's school is in urgent need of a tutor who can learn tadpole writing, and my son agreed to lend Mrs. Du to his father."
"Yan'er did the right thing, and my mother approves of it," Yuhuang said happily, "There is no exam pressure in night school, but it is different in school. There are exams every year."
When Yu Moyan heard Yuhuang's words, he couldn't help but feel sad, thinking: "Mother, my son also wants the night school to produce candidates and Jinshi."
However, he could never say these words, he could only keep them silently in his heart.
Mou Ziyi couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that he had borrowed Du Changjiang as his wife, and the chief came out to solve his biggest problem.
He thought that Yu Mo Yan was easy to talk to, and indeed he was, but he didn't know that Yu Qishi had to worry about talking and made a promise before reluctantly agreeing.
Soon, a piece of news shocked the people in Yanting Town, especially the local people in Jingyan and the Yun family.
