Yang Qian read a total of twenty-three volumes of unread books until nearly midnight before finishing the remaining medical books.
Zhili went back to the house to rest from exhaustion, and Yang Qian, who had also been tired for several days, lay down on the bed.
Looking at the three treasure chests that appeared in his mind, he took a deep breath and opened the treasure chests.
The three treasure boxes turned into a faint halo, and then one or two notes appeared. Wait, what the hell is this?
Yang Qian, who was lying on the bed exhausted, suddenly jumped up from the bed. Damn it!
What is that? A card filled with red light appeared in Yang Qian's sea of consciousness. "Red ability copy card..."
Yang Qian understood instantly that this red ability copy card can copy abilities up to S level.
Yang Qian's eyes instantly turned red when he thought of Qin Qiong's heroic figure dancing with the shining silver mace that day.
What the hell, why, why do you torture me like this?
He watched helplessly as he got a card that could copy S-level abilities. However, Qin Qiong, who had S-level abilities, had already slapped his ass and left in style.
Yang Qian could only sit back and let it go. He might meet Qin Qiong again one day.
When the time comes, I will find a way to let him use his trump card and secretly copy it myself. By that time, I will have some skills to protect myself in troubled times.
After regaining his composure, Yang Qian looked at the other two notes, then closed his eyes and murmured, "System dad, are you a devil?"
Waterwheel production and cross-sectional structural drawings, Windmill production and cross-sectional structural drawings...
Yang Qian felt that his heart must be bloody at this moment, as it had been stabbed out by the system with a knife.
Are you trying to find a fresh and refined path of positive energy in the chaotic times of the late Sui Dynasty that "solve the people's food and clothing problems and lead the people out of poverty and become rich"?
Yang Qian wanted to pinch the system's father's neck. "You should wake up, this is a troubled world, this is a troubled world!"
This is an era where you don’t know if there will be a tomorrow if you live today. This is an era where you don’t know if you have the brains to continue eating the next meal after eating the last meal.
System dad, are you here to tease me? Or are you here to tease me?
Yang Qian fell into a deep sleep amid Tao Tian's resentment. In his dream, he stabbed a paper man with a malicious smile with a knife.
There are four small words written on the paper man: System Dad.
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In the early morning, Yang Qian, who had a nightmare of plucking and being pricked by paper figurines all night, took a good shower with dark circles under his eyes.
Only then did he enter the Yang Mansion and arrive at the newly built school.
At this moment, almost an hour before the auspicious time, Yang Qian, surrounded by Manager Liu, Butler Song Shu and a group of village elders, took a good look at this brand new school.
The construction speed of the school completely exceeded Yang Qian's expectations. In just ten days, the yellow mud classroom was fully formed.
Thick and strong beams are placed above, and thin boards are nailed between the beams on the top of the wall, and then covered with thick thatch.
There are also some felt cloths that are both thermal and thermal insulation, as well as rainproof.
In comparison, although tiles are better, they are fragile and too expensive.
Only wealthy people can use it. In the village, practicality is the first priority, and beauty is the first priority. Haha, what is that thing?
Entering the house, the mud floor rolled with stone rollers appeared to be very smooth, and futons made of grass were placed inside the house.
Moreover, in front of each futon is a small table painted with varnish, with a bamboo stick as thick as a brush placed on it, and a thin plate filled with sand.
That is the sand table and bamboo pen used for children to practice calligraphy. The windows on both sides of the classroom are covered with translucent gauze to let in light.
The entire interior of the classroom has been painted with lime several times, making it look extra bright.
Manager Liu looked at the dazzling white plaster wall and couldn't help but vomit in a low voice.
"Our classroom is even more luxurious than the villagers' houses. It's all made of lime. The most common people can do is plaster the walls with white plaster."
"White gray noodles... so luxurious! Aren't they afraid of attracting ants?" Yang Qian was immediately confused. Using gray noodles to paint walls, what kind of ancient custom is this?
After all, Manager Liu was good at affairs and quickly understood what Yang Qian meant, slapping his forehead and smiling.
"Sir, that white ash is not flour. It is an off-white powder obtained by grinding ginger stones. It is used to smear the walls to make them cleaner and neater."
"There is no need to buy ginger stones at all. You only need to let the villagers search for enough ginger stones.
And the lime used in the school classrooms cost almost a hundred dollars."
When he thought that a book cost a lot of money, just one or two hundred dollars was nothing, Yang Qian waved his hand grandly.
"This is a place for children to study. You see, such a clean and tidy school, even children will find it pleasant to look at."
Thinking about it, when I was a sophomore, I went to Qiongshan Valley to teach. Even though it was a Qiongshan Valley, the classrooms were no worse than this one, or even much better.
Yang Qian turned his head, looked at the people behind him, and solemnly spoke out his heroic words.
"You can't have a hard time with your children, and you can't have a poor education without being poor. Do you understand?"
"You can't suffer hardship for your children, you can't be poor for education...Young master's words are always so thought-provoking, I really admire him."
Hearing the young master's words, Old Uncle Li felt that his whole being had been sublimated.
The elders from Daze Village behind him all nodded in agreement.
"..." Yang Qian shook his head helplessly.
Forget it, whether they really understand this truth or they are flattering, as long as they are willing to support their school philosophy.
The opening ceremony was not complicated. There were a group of village elders from Daze Village sitting in charge, and the housekeeper Uncle Song and others presided over it. Everything was in order.
Wen Sixing became the first teacher in this school. Seeing Wen Sixing's face turned red with excitement, he entered the classroom with the thousand-character essay.
Nearly a hundred young people between the ages of ten and fifteen saluted Wensi respectfully.
Outside the classroom, the cheering people gathered around him, although their faces were beaming with joy, but everyone tried hard to hold back the cheers that they wanted to blurt out.
Listening to the classroom, Wen Sixing began to lead the children in reading the Thousand-Character Essay aloud in a voice that seemed dry and hoarse due to nervousness.
Listening to the chaotic and garbled voices, slowly becoming neat, listening to the children's loud reading.
Many parents shed tears of excitement in their eyes, trying hard to suppress them and sobbing softly.
"How pitiful the hearts of parents in the world..." The steward Song Bu was both proud and sighing with emotion. He turned around and saluted Yang Qian respectfully.
At this moment, countless villagers in Daze Village fell to the ground and bowed to the handsome figure standing at the door of the classroom with hands behind their hands.
The mission is completed and a treasure box is obtained...
ps: The update has arrived. Thank you to book friend Maple Leaf (Ding Ding) for your generous support. Starting from Monday, I will be on the run. I can only pray to all my dear book friends.
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