The tuition list for next semester, didn’t you pay one thousand taels last time? Isn't that one year's tuition? Did I understand it correctly or did I remember it incorrectly?
A bad feeling arose in Zhang Dongxiang's mind.
Holding her grandson in one hand, she lowered her head to study the tuition list in the other hand.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. After taking a look, Zhang Dongxiang's face suddenly turned pale.
He hadn't seen how much money he had to pay, but the list of various fees in the row below already made him feel a little dizzy.
Food expenses, teaching materials expenses, preschool education expenses, depreciation expenses of teaching aids, outing expenses...the most damn outrageous thing is the lighting expenses! ?
What does lighting cost? Are you crazy about money? Such a big kid doesn’t read at night!
Zhang Dongxiang didn't respond for a long time, and his face looked a little ugly.
In addition to him, many senior officials who picked up their children at the entrance of Yucai Primary School were also petrified.
A gust of wind blew.
A sad and angry voice sounded: "He...isn't he obsessed with money?"
"Fang Zhengyi is extorting! Isn't this a hooligan act? Ah! He tricked us into the school and then slaughtered us like pigs!"
"All these things add up to almost five thousand taels of silver. Five thousand taels! It's enough to raise ten children!"
If it weren't for the presence of children, many people would have yelled.
I can only begin to accuse this despicable man in slightly milder terms.
Listening to the voice next to his ears, Zhang Dongxiang was trembling with anger!
One thousand taels, just feed the dogs! Is it okay if you don’t come next semester?
He tightened the child in his arms and said softly: "Ling'er, we won't study here anymore, let's go home."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling burst into tears and cried loudly: "No, I want to read! I want to read!"
At the same time, the children around him burst into tears instantly.
The parents present had their heads pounded for a moment, and Zhang Dong coaxed and said: "Ling'er, our home is much better than this. We have everything we want. We don't have to fight with others. We have everything at home."
"I want my classmates to play with me. Are there any at home?"
"Uh... we don't have this, but there will be some in the future."
"Do you have a kindergarten teacher at home? They tell us stories every night."
"This... you can have this. Grandpa will help you find a few more!"
"I want Principal Fang. Do you have any at home?"
"What do you want him for? Grandpa is more knowledgeable than him and knows more than him. Grandpa can teach you whatever you want to learn."
Looking at Zhang Dongxiang's old face, Zhang Ling showed disdain: "Grandpa can't know more than Principal Fang."
What? I don’t know as much as he does? !
Zhang Dong was very angry at the scene: "Then tell me, what does Principal Fang know?"
"You won the imperial examination at the age of fifteen. Grandpa, did you win the imperial examination at the age of fifteen?"
Zhang Dongxiang's old face turned red: "Jinshi is also divided into levels. Grandpa is much higher than him."
At fifteen years old, this talent was indeed a bit unnatural, but he had doubts for a while.
Fang Zhengyi, a young man who seems to have no knowledge or skills, was able to become a Jinshi at the age of fifteen. Is it because the imperial examination was not strict in the years of the Qianjing War? It's not impossible!
In history, there were several people who were awarded Jinshi at the age of fifteen. Why did it happen that it was his turn to be a fool? !
Zhang Ling clapped his fingers and continued: "Grandpa, do you know who was the first person to discover sweet potatoes?"
"who is it?"
"It's Principal Fang."
"Do you know who was the first person to discover potatoes? It was also Principal Fang." Zhang Ling recounted the treasures. "At the age of seventeen, Principal Fang observed the sky at night and discovered black holes with the naked eye. He invented the transistor at the age of eighteen and founded the microcomputer at the age of twenty. integral...."
What! What! What! What are you talking about? !
Zhang Dongxiang was confused when he heard this. He looked around at the people around him and saw that the parents of each family were listening to their children talking about Principal Fang's magical invention with confused expressions.
Finally, after Zhang Ling finished speaking one by one, Zhang Dongxiang said with a downcast face: "What nonsense did you learn? How do you remember it so clearly? Is this all taught in Yucai Primary School?"
Zhang Ling said: "These are all exam contents. Principal Fang said that we should remember them for a lifetime and pass them on to the next generation. When we all memorize them, he will teach us everything he has learned throughout his life."
"Principal Fang gave us a lecture that day and praised us for our good study. He even knocked on the podium and cried. He recited a poem on the spot... Well, the spring silkworms will die when they die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and shed tears. Start doing it.”
The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch's tears will not dry until it turns to ashes?
The poem was quite good, which showed that Fang Zheng was very attentive to the education of his children, but he taught some incomprehensible things.
"There should be two more lines in this poem, right? What do those two lines mean?" Zhang Dongxiang asked curiously.
"No, just these two sentences."
"..."
Okay, it seems that Fang Zhengyi did take the class himself, and he still lacks the ability to write poems. Most people can't do this.
"Principal Fang didn't teach you anything else?" Zhang Dongxiang looked relaxed.
Zhang Ling showed a smile: "Yes, I have learned a lot! For example, how can we prove in one sentence that we are from Dajing?"
"What?" Zhang Dongxiang's expression gradually became weird.
"Strong young people will make the country strong. We drank the free milk from Yucai Primary School..."
Listening to his grandson's nagging, Zhang Dongxiang gradually smiled.
This sounds like a personal statement, but why the hell is the milk free and I didn’t pay the tuition? Fang Zhengyi is such a bitch, he even wants to deceive children!
Damn it for bringing in private goods!
"Okay, okay, Ling'er, let's go home first."
Zhang Dongxiang picked up Zhang Ling and walked towards the sedan. Zhang Ling began to fidget and muttered: "I'm not going home, I want to study in Yucai!"
"It's vacation, let's talk about it when we get home, be obedient!"
........
Zhang Mansion.
It was already dinner time when we got home, and the whole family prepared a table full of sumptuous meals to celebrate the return of their little grandson.
Zhang Ling sat next to Zhang Dongxiang, and when the elder started to use his chopsticks, the rest of the family started to move.
Zhang Dongxiang picked up a piece of meat for his little grandson with the first chopstick and said affectionately: "I'm going home. Eat more. It's the time to grow."
Facing the dazzling array of delicacies on the table, Zhang Ling looked a little uninterested.
There is no greedy behavior among children of this grade. He is not even interested in meat dishes with rich red sauce.
However, facing the dishes that Zhang Dongxiang brought over, Zhang Ling still smiled sweetly: "Thank you, grandpa."
Then he picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly.
The family members around the table were all smiling, looking at Zhang Ling's performance at the quiet dinner table.
After studying outside for so long, I don’t expect my children to learn any profound knowledge, but as a scholarly home, etiquette is the minimum, and you can’t gorge yourself on meals without being formal.
However, after observing for a few minutes, everyone felt relieved, and Zhang Dongxiang was even more relieved.
This kid eats very carefully, chewing carefully and slowly, and obviously has excellent etiquette.
I even pick up food for him from time to time...
Before going to Yucai Primary School, my grandson didn't understand this, but it seems that he has indeed made a lot of progress.
But seeing that the child was not very active in eating, Zhang Dongxiang asked: "Ling'er, does the food not taste good?"
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