Chapter 61 I don't want you to think, I want me to think
Chapter 61
"Well, Manager Liu, what you said makes sense. This matter really shouldn't be rushed." Yang Qian rubbed his tight brows. It seemed that he had really thought about things too simply in the past.
Not only is it a transportation problem, building a school also requires a lot of money, and in order to teach, you don't always have to borrow books from others.
Just transcribing those Four Books and Five Classics and storing them in the school for students to understand would take a lot of time.
Seeing that Yang Qian agreed with his point of view, Manager Liu was worried that Yang Qian would lose face, so he immediately said again.
"If you are worried about the villagers and tenants, don't worry. I will definitely inform all the families one by one and let them know about the difficulties of our Yang family. The school will definitely be built, but it will take time to prepare."
Yang Qian nodded slightly. Manager Liu was indeed very considerate. Those who could reach the level of manager in the Yang Mansion were naturally not ordinary people.
After only ten steps, Yang Qian suddenly stopped, and his expression that had just been relieved became serious again.
Zhili and Manager Liu who were following him couldn't help but glance at each other.
"No, I think school matters must be rushed." Yang Qian glanced at Zhili and Manager Liu and reluctantly showed a smile.
"???" Zhili and Manager Liu were both confused. What kind of trouble is the young master making? Didn't it just be agreed upon?
Seeing the confused expressions on their faces, Yang Qian felt a pain in his heart that he couldn't express.
Just after he agreed with Manager Liu's point of view, the system actually made a fuss again and issued a task that made Yang Qian break his promise.
Mission: In one month, repair the Daze Village School and open it. Mission reward: a treasure box.
Yang Qian said: "I don't want this."
The system immediately blocked Yang Qian's mouth. "No, you want to..."
What a shame...
Facing the gazes of these two people, Yang Qian, who was internally injured by the Yao Mozi System's sexy operations, took a deep breath and raised his big hand to point at the children playing in the open space.
"We have five to six hundred households in Daze Village, as well as the seventy or so tenant households in our Yang Mansion, and there are many children born in the families in the mansion."
"Since my father had the idea of opening a school in the past, then as a son, I should fulfill my father's wish..."
"But Master, I think..."
"I don't want you to think, I want me to feel..." Yang Qian waved his hand, his expression concerned about the country and the people, and his arbitrary and domineering CEO style made Zhili and Manager Liu tremble.
"I think now is the right time. It's not the farming season yet, and many villagers are still idle.
Moreover, there is no place to put a lot of soil from reclaiming wasteland, and it is just used to build a school. As for the teacher, please think of more ways, anyway, it will take some time until the school is built, right?"
"Nowadays, the government is not well-off for land reclamation. Therefore, the government will not withdraw the property. I will pay for it myself."
After hearing what Yang Qian said, Mr. Han did not speak directly, but turned his attention to the housekeeper, Uncle Song. When Yang Qian was talking about the announcement of the founding of the school, Uncle Song had already looked away from Manager Liu beside him.
He knew the reason from his mouth.
"Madam, Young Master, as the saying goes, a gentleman's promise is hard to keep. Everyone knows the Young Master's promise, and the villagers and tenants of Daze are also very excited."
"So I think that this matter should be handled according to the master's will. As for the matter of inviting Mr., I will do my best to try to invite a wise master."
"This makes sense, Dalang. Your father once had such a wish to set up a school in Daze Village. However, he entered the official position early and was really powerless, so the matter was delayed."
"Now my son is willing to inherit his father's ambition, which is naturally excellent. Mom also supports you. I think your father will be very happy if he knows about it."
Seeing that everyone was neatly on his side, Yang Qian also breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the servant brought a letter. "Madam, this is a letter from the master. It was just sent by the county police."
Han took the letter, looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, couldn't help but smile, opened the letter and read it carefully.
The housekeeper and others quietly exited the front hall, leaving Yang Qian, his own son, with his head stretched out beside him, but his mother, Mrs. Han, raised the letter and glared at Yang Qian.
"You kid, why are you so rude? Why did you peek at the letter your father wrote to your mother?"
"...What if it was written to me by dad?" Yang Qian rubbed his nose angrily and retorted in a low voice unwillingly.
Unfortunately, her resentment failed to attract Mr. Han's attention at all. Ms. Han chuckled perfunctorily and carefully read the several-page letter with a sweet smile on her face.
Yang Qian could only look at the cup of tea with his mother in boredom, and judged how many weird spices there were in it based on the weird smell it gave off.
After a full quarter of an hour passed, Han folded the letter paper and stuffed it back into the envelope.
"Your father asked your mother to tell you that he took the Quyuanli to the Ministry of Works and handed it over to the Minister of Works. After all, your father is not qualified to go directly to the court and present it to His Majesty."
"That's all?" Yang Qian was stunned, looking at the seven or eight pieces of letter paper, at least one or two thousand words. "Is this the only thing about such a thick letter?"
"Yes, that's all. Why, can mother still lie to you?" Han said angrily.
Seeing Mr. Han put the letter into his sleeve, he looked very happy. I am afraid that most of the content in this letter is not suitable for a single dog to be exposed to.
It's a pity that Yang Qian just...with a feeling of depression and malice, Yang Qian left angrily.
"Dalang, where are you going?" Hearing the resentment in her son's tone, Mrs. Han quickly used her motherly gentleness and kindness to comfort her.
"My child...well, my child is going to go back to the hospital to study. By the way, mother, my child vaguely remembers that my brother-in-law's family is in the pen, ink, paper and inkstone business, right? Does he sell books there?"
"I really haven't heard about this mother, but since we are dealing in these elegant things, I guess there should be channels even if we don't deal in books.
Nowadays, a book on the market is worth a thousand words. If the calligraphy is better, even 1,500 words will not stop it. If there are people familiar with it..."
Yang Qian's face immediately darkened. "Mother, wait a minute, will you pay for a book?"
Han nodded matter-of-factly.
"Yes, why do we have so many books in our family, and why have our fields never increased or decreased from your grandfather's generation to now? Isn't it just to store more classics so that poems and books can be passed down to the family?"
One volume, that is, one volume, has about a thousand words. So if you calculate it this way, just one set of The Analects would cost about twenty chapters?
When he thought that his study room contained thousands of books, and that his father's study room had almost the same number, which meant that it would be 14,000 or 5,000 volumes instead of 20,000, Yang Qian felt bad.
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