Chapter 60 Young Master, Do You Really Want to Build a School in the Village?
Chapter 60
Is this the same Yang Qian and Yang Xiandi I know who eats more food than a cat and eats less than a chicken?
"Brother Hu, hurry up and eat. Is it because the food doesn't suit your appetite?" Yang Qian gulped down two bowls of cornmeal, and then he had time to look at Hu Wei, who looked stiff.
"I, no, brother Xian, your appetite is too unexpected, isn't it?"
Hu Wei saw that Yang Qian had already taken the third bowl of rice from Zhili. Hu Wei, who had just eaten two bites, was so frightened by Yang Qian's appetite that he felt full.
"I'm still young, so I have no choice but to eat for a long time." Yang Qian, who still strives to maintain the image of a modest gentleman in other aspects, has already let himself go when it comes to eating.
So during this period of time, Mr. Han did not dare to dine at the same table with Yang Qian, his biological son. Well, he was really scared. Looking at this boy, he seemed to be able to bite the bowl and swallow it. It was really scary.
Heart palpitating.
"I see, Brother Yu, I'm just a little surprised. Well, Brother Xian, you can eat it and don't worry about me..."
Hu Wei tried his best to look away and focus on the dishes on the table.
Haha, I saw Yang Qian's chopsticks raining down, and Hu Wei's eyes trembled with his chopsticks.
Less than a third of the leek and egg in front of me was left, the mutton soup had reached the bottom, only half of the chicken wings were left on the plate of chicken, and half of the insect sauce was left. As for the pickles, there was almost no chopstick left.
Pass.
By the time Yang Qian and Fengjuan Canyun Zhizhi had almost wiped out the three plates and two bowls in front of them, only one plate of pickles was left. And the half-full cage of corn had already seen the bottom...
Hu Wei, who was frightened by Yang Qian's appetite, only ate more than half of the bowl of rice before he couldn't eat anymore. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, he was just full...
Seeing Hu Wei's dull expression, Zhili suddenly felt a sense of sympathy. It seemed that not only himself, but also normal people would be frightened and tremble when they saw our young master's appetite.
Seeing that the farmers were not beyond his expectations, they were able to skillfully operate the curved shaft plow to cultivate the fields in just half a day.
Hu Wei also breathed a sigh of relief, put down his worries and left, leaving more than ten of the farmers he brought with him to help with the reclamation of wasteland and take care of the cattle.
Naturally, Yang Qian couldn't let Hu Wei leave just like that, so he left him with dinner and eagerly sent it to the entrance of Daze Village before stopping.
Along the way, many children finished their dinner and started playing in the village space. They almost bumped into Hu Wei's car several times.
"These little bastards just don't like to be greeted. Mr. Hu is really embarrassed." Manager Liu, who followed Yang Qian to escort Hu Wei out of the village, said in a very worried tone.
"It doesn't matter. By the way, before the flood, my dear brother, you came to visit my village. You specially went to participate in the family history of my Hu family, and you also said that you wanted to imitate me.
We are striving to enable the common people and descendants of Daze Village to be proficient in writing and make a living. I wonder how you are making preparations now?"
Yang Qian was immediately confused. "Is there any?" Why didn't he remember it... By the way, before the flood, I only traveled through it after the flood.
"Why, brother Xian, have you forgotten this?" Hu Wei looked at Yang Xiandi, who had always had a photographic memory and a superb memory, with some surprise.
Could it be that Xiandi's appetite has increased greatly during this period, and his memory has declined due to overeating?
"Young Master Hu, my young master suffered from a serious illness when he was flooded. Although he recovered, he still forgot a lot of things in the past." As Yang Qian's personal scholar and senior servant, Zhili quickly stood up and defended Yang Qian.
Then he turned his head and reminded Yang Qian.
"At that time, you also discussed with Mr. Hu that if there were not enough books in the mansion, you would have to borrow them from Mr. Hu. Mr. Hu said there would be no problem."
While several people were talking, the Daze villagers and tenant farmers scattered around the road to enjoy the shade kept their ears open, listening to their answers.
Now that they heard that Young Master Yang actually cared about the villagers of Daze and wanted to build a school in Daze Village, many people were surprised.
"Sir, do you really want to build a school for us little people in Daze Village?" An old man in his fifties, with gray beard and hair, and a bit of a stoop on his back, crossed the crowd and faced Yang Qian with both excitement and anxiety. asked.
Looking at the expectant faces of the villagers of Daze and the tenants of the Yang Mansion, as well as the children who were naughty before, but now relaxed their hands and feet, trying to stretch their necks in this direction.
Yang Qian took a deep breath, showed a gentle smile and said, "Yes, Yang has this intention..."
All the people first made sounds of surprise and then fell to the ground one after another.
"Young master is really a great benevolent person in our Daze Village. Even if I work like a cow or a horse, I can't repay you for your kindness."
"Everyone, please get up quickly and don't block the road. My young master is sending a friend out of the village." Manager Liu and Zhili helped for a long time, but more and more people gathered, and they shouted helplessly.
The villagers finally dispersed gradually, but even those who had just arrived, those who heard about the incident saluted Yang Qian from a distance.
"Brother Xian, Brother Yu, am I asking this question at the wrong time?" Hu Wei looked at the villagers gradually dispersing around him, feeling a little embarrassed at the moment.
"Thank you, Brother Hu, for reminding me. In fact, I really forgot. Moreover, I, the Yang family, have lived in Daze Village for decades. The folk customs here are simple and simple, which allows me, the Yang family, to live in peace.
If I can do something to benefit the villagers, it can be regarded as a kind of reward from me, Yang, to Daze Village."
After arriving at the entrance of the village and watching Hu Wei leave, Manager Liu approached Yang Qian and whispered softly, "Young Master really wants to build a school in the village?"
"Actually, I had thought about it back then, but... our Daze Village is located in a remote place, too far from the city. Without carriages and horses, it would be quite inconvenient to get around. No one is willing to be our teacher."
Although it is only more than ten miles from Daze Village to Xingyang Qiecheng, it still needs to pass through a river. This river is only three miles away from Daze Village and is about seven feet wide. It usually relies on wooden structures built by the people of Daze Village. Bridge travel.
After the previous floods destroyed the bridge, Daze Village had to swim more than 20 miles down the river to Xingyang and cross the river by boat at the ferry there.
In addition to the problem of inconvenient transportation, in this era when culture can only be transmitted by copying books, there are really not many literate people.
Most of the scholars are attached to powerful families, and even fewer come out to beg for a living. Of course, they would rather stay in places like Xingze or Xingyang.
After listening to Manager Liu's words, Yang Qian couldn't help but feel a little headache. This was tantamount to asking for trouble for himself.
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