After taking a sip of wine, Boss Zhao said nonchalantly: "Cousin, you think highly of him. He can compose poems because his family opened a medical clinic and he accidentally got a recipe for steaming wine. But these ice cubes are only for storage in winter and for summer.”
"He was unprepared last winter, so he can only worry this summer. Unless he can let God turn this summer back to winter, otherwise he will either come to my house to buy flowers or you to buy ice. He can't escape."
Boss Zhao's words are rough or not.
It made Yu Bingchuan feel a little more at ease.
No matter how talented Ning Wuhao is, he can't turn summer back to winter.
And ice cubes don't appear out of thin air.
Only then did Yu Bingchuan take a sip of wine, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he said with a wicked smile: "Cousin, this summer is hotter than in previous years. I heard that there are droughts in many places. I will increase the price of this ice cube again. You guys The price of flowers will also increase by another 10%?"
"10% is too little, let's increase it to 20%, then I can bargain with Ning Wushuang, hahaha!"
The two looked at each other and smiled with greed on their faces.
…
The first thing Ning Wuhuang did when he arrived at Zhangjiazhuang was to write down the rules for tomorrow's work at Cheng Yi's urging.
Cheng Yi can only teach according to the above content.
Before picking flowers, you need to clear out the weeds in the mountains, and then divide the planting areas according to the length of sunshine.
As for these things, Ning Wuyang was finally fine as early as the last time he came here.
Shen Youchu, who had learned this knowledge recently, was beside him to help him decide on some details.
Half an hour later, Cheng Yi saw three pages of paper written by Ning Wuyan, three feet long and two feet wide. In addition to explaining what should be done in the next three days, he also detailed them into each person's process.
When there were many modifiers, Cheng Yi couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Ning, you are truly a genius."
So slippery!
At first glance, this seems like a common rule.
But in fact, many of the words in it seem to be able to be deleted, but if they are actually deleted, the sentences will be unclear and difficult to understand.
In order to ensure that the children could understand it, Brother Ning also gave up his running script, which he was good at, and deliberately used square calligraphy.
After Qin Fenglan read the words above, he couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect the font next to Brother Ning's writing to be eye-catching."
Of course.
If a gold medal planner doesn’t have a few spare fonts on hand, how can he create original word art that satisfies the sponsor?
When the students heard this, they all crowded over to watch.
Just by looking at their enthusiastic looks, Cheng Yi knew that these three copybooks should be placed in the village school.
Even though many students will come to copy.
By then, maybe more people will join the construction of village schools and use the methods that Ning Wushuang has implemented locally to other places, so that more poor children can read.
If you don't seek fame, you can at least be able to read and write. If this is really accomplished, after ten or twenty years, maybe everyone in Daxing will be able to read.
"Brother Ning, there is something else I would like to ask your permission for."
Cheng Yi pushed away Mr. Wang, whose head was almost buried in the paper, folded the rice paper, and bowed to Ning Wuyan.
Seeing that he was taking things so seriously, Ning Wuyang thought to himself: He just praised me on purpose. Could it be that there are still problems waiting for me?
Then I don’t need to praise you. Once you praise me, I will easily collapse.
Just as he was thinking about it, Cheng Yi didn't show off and asked directly: "I thought, since the villagers are so obedient to you, in addition to the contents of these three pieces of paper, I also want to teach them the poems written by Brother Ning. Many of Brother Ning's poems are catchy and easy to read. I wonder what Brother Ning thinks?"
When Ning Wuchang heard about this, he was naturally happy to see it happen.
"No problem, as long as you are willing, you can teach me whatever you want."
In his opinion, poetry should not be high-minded and down-to-earth, and should only be circulated in small circles such as poetry societies and literary circles.
But in this era, it symbolizes the barriers of cultural class.
Ordinary people will not be in the mood to recite poems and write lyrics when they are idle. It can be said that it is a hobby unique to educated people.
Cheng Yi introduced it to the countryside, which might set off a poetry craze, or give birth to rural poets or poets, making Daxing's cultural heritage even more brilliant.
After getting his approval, Cheng Yi and others left with satisfaction.
Ning Wuyan was originally planning to stay with them for dinner.
But Cheng Yi said that some villagers asked them to find a place to build an awning in the village school after dinner and pile up sand to practice calligraphy. They didn't have time to eat or drink here.
"We decided to let everyone practice calligraphy in the sand first. When they are almost done, we will go to the poetry club in the city to collect some pens, ink, paper and inkstones."
"Master Yuan also said he would fully support us, but after the incident involving his alcoholic father, we were too embarrassed to ask him to provide any more money."
Ning Wuyang felt that Cheng Yi's idea was much more stable and realistic than before.
This is a good thing.
Before this group of students obtain fame, they must first understand the reality so that they can decide what they should do, instead of following the crowd and eventually losing themselves.
fine.
"If you need anything, just ask. I will stay in the village or on the mountain these days."
Ning Wuyang expressed the greatest respect to this group of students who have ideals and are willing to sacrifice.
But Cheng Yi did not respond to his words this time. Instead, he said, "If we have difficulties, we will find a solution ourselves first. If it doesn't work, we will come to Brother Ning. Brother Ning, please do your work first while we leave."
A group of young men stepped on the golden light and walked along the shortcut in the mountains towards the village school.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on their young faces, but it makes people feel like they see the hope of Daxing's future.
Ning Wuyan stood on the spot, watching their figures disappear halfway up the mountain, and sorted out his thoughts.
That's as far as he could do with the village studies.
After fulfilling your commitments to others, the next step is to develop your own career.
"Fifth brother, mother asked you to come to our yard for dinner!"
Ning Zhifeng ran into the yard like a gust of wind, followed by Ning Zhixia.
After Ning Zhixia nodded to Shen Youchu and Ji Jin, she took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Ning Wuyan.
"Second sister? Is this for me?"
Ning Wuyan glanced at the signature on the envelope.
Miss Zhang?
The face of a pretty girl flashed in his mind.
He and his second aunt, Miss Zhangfu, only met each other once when they came to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year.
Scholars in Zhang Mansion have many rules, so why would they write letters to their foreign husband in private and ask their second sister to send them to him?
Shen Youchu, who was next to him, had a vigilant expression on his face and asked insinuatingly: "Miss Ning Er, why did Miss Zhang write to Mr. Ning?"
"The fifth brother gave the Zhang family an unlimited purchase bookmark before. My cousin's family thought that perfumes could be bought casually, and they were very generous when giving them away. As a result, it was grandma's birthday party in half a month, and my cousin promised a few little sisters. I gave them perfume, but the perfume shop has long sold out.”
This is embarrassing.
In addition to the two thousand bottles that were pre-sold last time, Ning Wuhuang only made an extra ten-day purchase limit.
He had been locked up in the dungeon for eleven days, and the perfume had been out of stock for two days.
But pre-orders haven’t started yet.
Miss Zhang is here to rush the goods.
"Fifth brother, Miss Zhang said in her letter that she heard rumors that the flower shop owners did not sell you flowers, so they could not make perfume. Now on the black market, the price of a bottle of perfume has soared to two hundred taels."
Ning Zhixia said with some helplessness and some expectancy:
"She wanted me to ask you. If grandma couldn't make perfume before her birthday party, she would go to the black market to buy it in advance."
