In the middle of the night, the chickens don't crow and the dogs don't bite.
Everything is still.
However, a small creaking sound came from Qi Yu's dormitory, and it sounded quite rhythmic.
There is a poem that goes: The day of hoeing is full of soil, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Facts have proved that only constant moisture and irrigation can cultivate a fertile land.
After hoeing the grass and wiping away the sweat, they happily hugged each other through the tired afternoon, and lay down together on the soil under the grass made of mats.
After his breathing had calmed down a bit, Qi Yu suddenly asked: "Madam, I heard from my daughter that a mysterious noblewoman once left me a letter. Is this true?"
Liu Quan gave him a charming look and said angrily: "You are holding me in your arms, but you are thinking about someone else in your heart, huh..."
Well……
Under this situation, when I say this, I really feel like I can't argue with myself.
However, Liu Quan was just playful and didn't really take it seriously. I tried to persuade him to take a concubine but was rejected. How could he go out and steal food?
My man is good!
While Liu Quan was searching for the letter, he said, "According to Mr. Yu's guess, that woman is most likely one of His Majesty's chosen attendants..."
"What? You said she is His Majesty's woman?"
"Yes!" Liu Quan nodded and recounted Yu Hai's original words.
A mysterious woman, chosen by the emperor as his attendant...
Suddenly!
Qi Yu suddenly remembered the letter that Governor Lu had sent before, writing: Kunji has changed hands, beware of undercurrents.
Could it be that this mysterious woman is the newly-rising palace lady that I had guessed before?
uncertain!
But, it is possible!
At this time, Liu Quan had already found the letter, handed it over and said, "Let's take a look."
Qi Yu took it and saw at a glance that the seal had been torn open.
Liu Quan's face turned slightly red, and he quickly explained: "I accidentally tore this letter open when I was in Yongchuan. I wanted to get a glimpse of it, but unexpectedly, it was all written in Western characters, which I couldn't read at all."
Qi Yu was surprised: "Western?"
At this time, Liu Quan shook his head again and said: "To be precise, it is not Western, because Harry said that these characters are neither Britannia nor French, and he doesn't know a word of them. ….”
"Is there such a weird thing?" Qi Yu's expression changed from surprise to confusion.
Before, I had suspected that this woman might be Yin Tao, but looking at it this way, it was definitely not her.
So, who is she?
Strong curiosity prompted Qi Yu to open the letter.
However, after just a quick glance, he was frightened.
I saw that his expression kept changing, first from surprise to horror, and then from horror to paleness. At the same time, large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and finally landed on his rapidly rising and falling chest.
"Ms. sir, what's wrong with you..." Liu Quan saw his expression was different and asked hurriedly.
"I'm fine..."
After saying that, Qi Yu forced himself to calm down. He sighed sadly, then held the letter towards the candlelight. After a few breaths, the letter turned into a handful of ashes.
What exactly is written on it?
Qi Dalang did not go into details, he just told Liu Quan in a general way: This noble lady and he are indeed from the same family, and she should not harm the Qi family.
Then, he emphasized: This matter ends here and cannot be discussed anymore. It is best to choose to forget it completely.
Liu Quan saw his serious face and nodded solemnly.
She didn't understand what was going on in the court, but she knew that all she had to do was do what her husband said.
…
In the next two days, Qi Yu did whatever he was supposed to do and seemed to have completely forgotten about it. And Liu Quan didn't ask any more questions, as if nothing had happened.
After calming down, Qi Dalang started to do some practical things.
For example, to find a future for those disciples who claim to be 'Shaocheng's disciples', it is not in vain for them to travel far away from home to be with you.
This is a trust that must not be betrayed.
Finally, Qi Yu made the appointment. These people were all the first batch of professors from Qiongzhou Institute of Technology, and their monthly salary was quite generous, almost comparable to that of the Imperial Academy.
In addition, you can also enjoy special subsidies from the government.
Alas!
How can a mere scholar be able to teach at the prefectural level? Moreover, you can also get such generous treatment!
You must know that a state-level teaching is a supreme honor. In terms of current social status, it is more than a little higher than ordinary people.
What a piece of shit luck!
Under the leadership of Long Shitong, all the scholars knelt on the ground, shed tears of gratitude, and bowed prostrate to their mentor for his support.
"Okay, okay, you are about to be a role model for others. Don't be so quick to salute and get up." Qi Yu gestured for them to get up with his hands empty.
However, these disciples still insisted on finishing the ceremony, and then stood respectfully on one side with their hands tied.
"Tomorrow morning, you will all gather at the old granary. I will give you concentrated lessons to recharge your batteries quickly. Oh no, I should say to quickly improve your knowledge reserves."
After a pause, Qi Yu said again: "You all have the reputation of being junior students. You are the best among scholars. Your ability to accept is definitely better than that of ordinary scholars. What's more, you also have a foundation in arithmetic, so it should be easier for you to get started.
yes. To tell you the truth, I have high hopes for you! "
What? The teacher taught him personally?
Still have high hopes?
All the villagers were flattered when they heard this, and they hurriedly bowed their heads and bowed again, and some said: They will definitely live up to the expectations of their mentor.
But where is the old granary?
These scholars have been here not long ago and are not familiar with the place. They almost don't know anything about it.
Qi Yu told them: It was an old warehouse located in the north of the city. Since the new warehouse was built and put into use, it was vacant. Since the current polytechnic is still in the final stage and has not yet been delivered, we chose to teach temporarily here.
In other words, it is also a stopgap measure.
However, everyone understood this and no one disliked it.
…
Early the next morning, Qi Yu hurried to the old granary with his homemade compass and set square under his arm, as well as the lesson preparation book he had rushed out overnight.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, he actually took up the coaching staff again. Unlike when he was studying in Yongchuan Mansion, the teachers he taught this time were the future teachers.
As teachers, of course, teachers must take the lead and set a good example.
This time we are teaching brand new knowledge, so naturally we have to use new methods and methods.
Changes must be made.
The first is the innovation in teaching aids. In addition to the necessary compasses and set squares, Qiyu also specially made chalk and blackboards.
The raw materials of chalk are relatively simple, made of a mixture of white lime and gypsum, while blackboards are made of cement coated with ink. There is no shortage of these materials at the moment, so they were quickly made.
As for the new science textbooks printed and published, Qi Yu also specially corrected them to ensure their absolute accuracy.
If there are errors in the teaching materials, they will mislead students. There should be no ambiguity at all.
"Welcome sir!"
Just like when he was studying in Yongchuan Mansion, all the students stood up and bowed to welcome him.
Looking at this familiar scene, Qi Dalang couldn't help but be stunned, as if he suddenly returned to the coaching era in Yongchuan.
However, he quickly regained his composure, spread out his sleeves, and said kindly: "Everyone, please sit down."
"yes!"
After the scholars sat down, Qi Yu looked around and found that there were two familiar figures, one big and one small, on the seats.
Who are they?
The older one is Yin Tao, who disguises herself as a man and comes to attend the class, while the younger one is her daughter Qi Xiaotong.
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[The author said]: The flooding in Henan affects everyone's heart. We hope this suffering will recede as soon as possible. The author also reminds readers and friends in Henan to pay more attention to safety when traveling and never take risks.
