Young Master Hua stared at him warily, with suspicion in his eyes:
"Don't think I don't know that things written with charcoal will become blurry or even disappear over time."
She looked at Governor Feng intently, then suddenly jumped up and pressed the box tightly, "You are trying to deceive me, right?"
Governor Feng felt extremely insulted, and blue veins popped up on his forehead:
"Did I lie to you? Do I need to lie to you? Do you know that there are many wealthy people in Jincheng who want to buy textbooks from Nanxiang but have no way?"
"You stinky sister! I was sent to your door and you still doubted me. I'm so angry!"
Although Young Master Hua could not understand some of the words in Feng Jishi's words, she understood the general meaning of Feng Jishi's words.
It's just that Feng Guiwang's notoriety in Nanzhong is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
How could Young Master Hua dare to be careless about such a big matter?
I saw her stubbornly holding her head high and sticking to the bottom line unwaveringly:
"Then write me a contract and I will believe you!"
Governor Feng looked at her with hatred, gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, I'll write it for you!"
Spread the paper, grind the ink, put down the pen, and the pen moves smoothly, all in one go.
After Feng Jishi finished writing, he asked Amei to bring his Jie Quanting Hou Seal, rubbed it on hard, and then handed it to Hua Wan:
"Here, take it!"
Young Master Hua took it over dubiously, looked at the words on it, and then looked at Feng Jishi, but hesitated to speak.
Although he was forced by the intimidating power of the monarch's seal from above, Young Master Hua hesitated for a while and couldn't help but asked cautiously:
"This word...why is it so difficult for people to understand?"
"Illicit! This is called cursive writing, do you understand?
Governor Feng waved his sleeves with feigned disdain, turned around and left the living room.
Young Master Hua has studied Chinese culture for many years, so he naturally knows that there are many ways to write Chinese characters.
It's just that she really can't appreciate the cursive writing - except for the three characters "Feng Yong" at the bottom, it's pretty good.
Looking at the seal of the monarch again, with awe of the unknown culture, Young Master Hua hesitated for a moment, and finally carefully dried the ink and took it into his arms.
Guan Ji held her forehead and sighed inaudibly.
Amei pursed her lips and smiled quietly.
Li Mu looked strange.
In the end, the few of them remained silent in a tacit agreement.
Until it was time to go to bed at night, Guan Ji finally persuaded:
"Alang, it's time to practice your handwriting. That means you met Hua Niangzi today. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid you would have made a fool of yourself."
"What kind of joke is that? I have only practiced charcoal in my apprenticeship. If he has the ability, he can compete with me in this?"
Feng Jishishi said harshly, "Isn't this what my disciple has never taught me? What can I do? If he has the ability, he will laugh at my disciple!"
Feng Jishi's sect is mysterious and cannot be explained.
General Guan did not dare to make random comments about the holy land of knowledge in his heart, so he had to change the topic:
"Is what I'm doing today going too far? I only sold three hundred sets of teaching materials for a large box of water jade."
"If others find out, there's no chance that they will accuse you of bullying a weak girl, Lang..."
After Cao Zijian sent an envoy to communicate, Feng's reputation as governor was recognized by the people of the world.
I don’t dare to be like Nanzhong again...
The reputation you have earned so hard should be cherished.
"Three hundred sets of teaching materials are just a tack."
Feng Jishi saw Guan Ji's slightly worried expression and knew that she was confused because of concern, but he didn't figure out the connection for a while.
Immediately, he patiently explained: "Actually, this box of jade is for the qualification to run a school."
Over there in Nanxiang, there are so many people who can’t find the temple gate even though they are carrying pork heads!
As long as Liangzhou's exam selection becomes a reality, and Feng Yong doubles the price, the wealthy families in Shu County will grit their teeth and agree.
The reason why he has not agreed to the request of the Shu County family to open a school is to harvest leeks better in the future.
Although Young Master Hua is a woman, in the years since the Prime Minister's Southern Expedition, she has been able to lead the two tribes to regain a foothold in Nanzhong with her sensitive identity as Meng Huo's daughter.
How can there be a lack of knowledge?
How could you not see what the future trend of Nanzhong will be?
In an economic circle dominated by the Han Dynasty, if you do not try to integrate into the Han culture, but try to retain your own so-called characteristics, you will eventually be eliminated by the historical trend.
Regardless of whether they are the Yi people from Nanzhong or the Hu people from Liangzhou, they may not be able to extract such a principle.
But their instinctive subconscious will also make their bodies honestly learn the culture of the Han people and strive to integrate into this circle.
This is the natural attribute of a powerful dynasty.
Because it is the rule maker.
"Even the Yi people who farm the land in Nanzhong Plantation know that those who know how to speak Chinese are treated differently than those who don't."
Feng Yong rolled into bed and said leisurely, "How could Hua Wan not even understand this truth?"
Guan Ji suddenly came to her senses after hearing Feng Jishi's explanation. She lay down and poked Feng Jishi:
"You officials are the only ones with evil hearts!"
Governor Feng was unhappy when he heard this:
"What do you mean? General Guan, don't forget that you are also a carnivore now. If you are cruel, you will even scold yourself?"
"I don't know how to cut corners..."
"You don't know those twists and turns? Do you like to go straight? I have this one too!" Governor Feng lifted the quilt and said, "If you don't believe me, look at it, is it straight or not?"
"Spit! You're a disciple!"
…
In Liangzhou, which has been under construction for ten years, the first snow came later than last year.
It wasn't until November that a light snow fell, covering the ground with a thin layer of white.
Governor Feng stood in the courtyard and said with some worry:
"This weather is too abnormal, with fluctuating cold and heat. If there isn't enough snow, I'm afraid there will be a drought next year."
Although compared to later generations, the vegetation in Liangzhou today is much lusher, and there is occasionally some rain.
However, most of the water in the major rivers in Liangzhou is supplied by snow and glacier meltwater in the Qilian Mountains.
If it snows too much, there will be waterlogging the next year.
For example, last year's white disaster occurred. At the beginning of spring this year, due to weak water, the water surged. I heard that there was a flood in Yanze.
The snow came a little late this year. If there is less snow in winter, there will be insufficient water in the rivers next year, and there may be a drought.
Thinking of various water conservancy projects in later generations, Governor Feng couldn't help but muttered: "It's really a shame to rely on the sky for a living!"
Young Master Hua, a young girl from Nanzhong, was happily reaching out her hand to catch the seemingly invisible snow particles.
After hearing Feng Yong's words, he couldn't help but curiously asked:
"Isn't less snow a good thing? I heard that Liangzhou almost got into trouble last year because of too much snow."
Governor Feng glanced sideways at Young Master Hua:
“Have you never heard that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest?”
"Nonsense, I've never seen snow before!"
Hua Wan said confidently.
She has seen Xue before. After all, she is the daughter of the Meng family in Nanzhong, so her experience is definitely indispensable.
But the snow in Nanzhong is on dangerously high mountains that cannot be climbed. At most, you can only watch it from a distance.
This is the first time I saw snow with my own eyes.
"If the snow does not get cold, the snow will become cold. When the snow melts in spring, the snow water will seep into the ground and freeze the insects hiding in the ground to death. The food for the next year will be reduced from insect pests."
"And snow water is actually a kind of fertilizer for food, which can make crops grow better."
Governor Feng explained a few words casually, which made Master Hua feel that she had gained a lot of knowledge. She asked curiously:
"Is there another theory? I also said that it is very cold when it snows, and it becomes warm when the snow melts. Also, why does snow water become fertile water for food?"
Governor Feng waved his hand:
"This involves relatively deep knowledge. With your current level, you can't even understand it."
"If you don't want to say it, just say it clearly. What kind of advanced knowledge is there!"
Young Master Hua snorted.
Governor Feng sneered, "Which is heavier, a pound of snow or a pound of water?"
"Of course it's the weight of water!" Young Master Hua bent down and carefully picked up a layer of snow, "This snow is as light as goose feathers."
Governor Feng gave Young Master Hua a thumbs up, and then shouted to Shuangshuang and Ah Chong who were having fun in the courtyard:
"It's time to practice calligraphy, go back quickly, or your grandma will be angry again!"
General Guan Da was so powerful that his son and daughter quickly walked back obediently.
Governor Feng held one by one and whispered to them:
"Don't play with fools anymore!"
Both of them raised their heads and asked in a sweet voice:
"Sir, what is a fool?"
Governor Feng picked one up in his hand and walked away quickly: "I'll tell you when I get back."
Ah Chong hugged his master's arm, turned his head, and stared at the flower garden behind him with his dark eyes...
