Li Wenmin was deep in thought, standing under the sun.

The sun was getting hotter, but he seemed unaware of it.

When he was a child, his family background was not good. His father loved to curse, which offended many people. The neighbor's children often bullied him and discriminated against him. The adults also scolded him...

At that time, he was confused and felt that his father was wrong, but no matter how wrong his father was, he was still his father.

Under such circumstances, he suppressed his anger in his heart and studied hard. When he succeeded in studying, the anger that had been accumulated for many years also exploded.

He feels that many people look down on him. If this is the case, why should I look down on you?

He most likes to use his talent to crush those people, and seeing those people's embarrassment fills his heart with the pleasure of revenge.

He wanted to be an official, and the bigger the better, but his temperament ran into obstacles in the officialdom. Until one time during a dispute with a Shangguan, he was scolded by the other party, so he took action and ended the first half of his life.

The days of exile were not easy. There was not enough to eat, no warm clothes, no books to read, no pen, ink, paper and inkstone. It was like being in hell.

Not long ago, he was singled out to supervise the construction of the county school, and only then did he see a glimmer of hope.

But the dawn is just the dawn, what he wants to see is the sunshine.

He took a deep breath.

Then we went to the county office.

"Ming Mansion, Li Wenmin would like to see you."

Yang Xuan was about to go back to the backyard for lunch when he nodded when he heard this.

Cao Ying was a little curious, "This man even argued with me at that time. Since Lang Jun has suppressed him with a few poems today, he should work hard. What is he doing here? Are you not convinced?"

The old thief smiled and said: "Maybe he thought of a poem and thought it could surpass Lang Jun's three poems to find a place."

People who rely on their talents and let others go are often more competitive than ordinary people.

"No!" Yang Xuan said firmly, "He doesn't have that talent."

Except for the first of the three poems, the other two are all famous. If Li Wenmin's talent could surpass these two famous poems, he would not have wasted his career in the officialdom.

Li Wenmin came in.

Everyone in the lobby was looking at him.

Li Wenmin saluted.

"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."

"What's the matter?"

Yang Xuan asked.

"I would like to ask the Ming Dynasty, if I teach students well, will I be able to return to my hometown in glory one day?"

Returning home in glory?

Yang Xuan nodded, "Of course."

Li Wenmin asked: "If you are promoted in the Ming Dynasty in the future, can you take me with you?"

The order of the two questions was reversed, but it confirmed the fact that the scholar was cunning. If he had asked first if he could follow Yang Xuan in the future, Yang Xuan would most likely refuse.

But first he asked if there would be a day when he could return home in glory.

After Yang Xuan agreed, it was difficult to refuse the second question.

Naturally, a county professor cannot return to his hometown in glory, only to a higher level.

"Do you want to follow me from now on?"

"yes."

Yang Xuan smiled, "I will watch you."

Let's wait and see whether you have the ability to follow me.

Li Wenmin handed over his hand and said, "I excuse myself."

Don't beat your chest, don't break the big rocks, but calmly excuse yourself.

"There's something interesting about this guy."

During lunch, Yang Xuan talked about Li Wenmin.

"Just someone who wants to be an official." Yi Niang said casually.

"How do you know?" Cao Ying asked.

Yi Niang glanced at Zhang Siniang and said, "Where I used to be, those people were more motivated than the people in the officialdom. What was the purpose of following the husband for no reason? The husband is not a beauty... I'm sorry.

Ah Langjun."

Yang Xuan was arranged by her and could only smile.

Yi Niang raised her eyebrows at Zhang Siniang, implying that for such a well-informed husband, if you don't hurry up and hook up, what are you waiting for?

"As a prisoner, how difficult is it for him to get ahead? He can only become an official. With his bad temper, only those who can make him surrender can make him surrender. After surrendering, he will develop a sense of dependence. Such people

Ah! I've seen a lot before."

Yi Niang concluded: "This kind of people seem to be full of thorns and extremely tough, but in fact they are the weakest and have a strong sense of dependence."

Yang Xuan: "..."

Cao Ying: "..."

Old thief: "..."

Yi Niang looked at everyone, "Isn't it appropriate?"

"OK!"

Yang Xuan felt that Yi Niang's success in becoming an expert in palace fighting was not a fluke. From this analysis alone, it can be seen that she has excellent vision.

After dinner, Cao Ying asked: "Mr. Lang, the school has been built, and the regulations for recruiting students should also be finalized."

"There is no distinction between teaching and learning." Yang Xuan's attitude was very firm, "As long as they are suitable, I will accept them. But there is one thing, if you don't study hard, go home."

"You broke the law." Suzaku said after a long time.

Wang Laoer raised his hand.

Yang Xuan asked: "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to study!"

"It's a good thing." Yang Xuan thought this was really a good thing. "Lao Cao will teach you in person later, and I will give you lessons when I have some free time."

"Okay!" Wang Laoer was very happy.

The poor kid thought reading was fun and was very happy. After a few days, Yang Xuan could almost imagine Wang Laoer's despair.

He looked forward to it unkindly.

Cao Ying stood up and said, "I'll teach you something first."

The two went to other places.

Yang Xuan went to the lobby.

"Post a notice saying that all children aged eight to ten at home can be sent to school."

"No money."

"Take care of a meal."

Zhen Siwen looked shocked, "Mingfu, this is not a school, this is charity."

"You know nothing!" Yang Xuan was writing the notice while worrying that his words were not worthy of his poems. "If Northern Xinjiang wants long-term peace and stability, what do we rely on? We rely on talents."

"Isn't this how things have been for thousands of years?" Zhen Siwen felt that Yang Xuan's words were a bit mysterious.

"But why can't it be better?" Yang Xuan thought of the amazing things in another world, "Take it and post it up. By the way, some people are illiterate. Siwen, please arrange for someone to recite it."

"yes."

Notices were posted outside the county building.

Immediately people poured in.

"What are you talking about?"

"I do know the word."

"What word?"

"Book."

Zhen Siwen coughed dryly and said, "Listen up."

Everyone fell silent.

"The Ming government has issued an order that within three days from today, all children at home who are eight to ten years old, except those who are stupid, can be sent to the county school to study."

"No, no, no!"
To be continued...