For twenty-five years, Xie Jiejiu has not changed his original intention; what is even more rare is that he has not lost his sight before he became famous, and he always knows what he wants.
"Then it would be a great honor to be accepted as a disciple by Master Jijiu?" Wei Zi thought of Jijiu's intention to accept Xiaoyu as his disciple. She didn't think much of it at first, but now she heard her grandmother talk about Jijiu's past and his reputation in the eyes of the students.
His status suddenly changed.
"Of course. Every year, how many people carry gold to ask for the sacrificial wine to accept their children, but they are all kicked out by the sacrificial wine. The sacrificial wine does not look at family background, only qualifications and good luck." Speaking of this, Mrs. Feng said
Cha Cha: "Over the years, Yuan'er is the only one who can make Ji Jiu try his best to become his disciple, but it's a pity that he doesn't want to."
"Why?" Wei Zi couldn't understand.
"I didn't know that this kid has been very ambitious since he was a child. No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do, and no one can persuade him from what he doesn't want to do." At this point, Mrs. Feng paused and corrected herself.
, "Except you, you can persuade me."
Wei Zi said: "I didn't persuade him, he can do anything, he has a sense of proportion."
Mrs. Feng said sternly: "You should be persuaded, man. Once you don't hold him back, he will be like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins and gone to nowhere."
Wei Zi nodded humbly: "I have written down what grandma said."
Mrs. Feng's mind was stuck: "Where did I just say..."
Wei Zi reminded: "To accept disciples for wine sacrifices is not based on family background, but only on qualifications and good luck."
"Yes, it would be best if you can accept Ji Jiu as a disciple. If not, then enter the Imperial College. In name, all the students in the Imperial College are Ji Jiu's disciples." Mrs. Feng said.
Wei Zi understood.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, Ji Jiu is a big star, and the students from Yun State are his fans. When Ji Jiu cheers up, students from Yun State flock to him.
Therefore, what students worship is not the Imperial Academy, but the Master Jijiu.
As long as Master Jijiu says that the Imperial College will expand its enrollment, students from all over the country will come to Jijiu.
The Imperial College does not have a school for women, but there is a women's college in Yun State. If the medical school and the Imperial College are merged into one, and female students entering the medical school will be equivalent to entering the Imperial College, they will legitimately become students of Jijiu.
Although these female students did not study medicine voluntarily, this method opened up the source of students and played a very good publicity role.
Selecting suitable female students, teaching medical knowledge, and training female doctors are Wei Zi's expertise.
As long as the student source problem is solved, Wei Zi is confident to build a medical school, especially to train female doctors with superb medical skills.
Mrs. Feng looked at Wei Zishu's brows and smiled: "Have you figured it out?"
Wei Zi nodded: "I figured it out. But we still have to talk to Master Jijiu about this in person."
Mrs. Feng's smile fell in a second: "You can rest for a few days before talking."
Wei Zi originally wanted to show off with emotion and move with reason, but suddenly the peach blossom eyes of the young prince Buling Buling flashed in his mind, and he was immediately blessed.
She blinked her watery almond eyes, took Mrs. Feng's hand, and called out: "Grandma——"
Mrs. Feng's heart was as hard as a rock: "It's useless for you to imitate Yu'er's act of coquettishness. You just can't do it if you don't."
Wei Zi sighed softly and was about to cry.
Mrs. Feng couldn't hold it in any longer: "I know you are acting, I won't fall into the trap!"
Wei Zi said quietly: "Grandma, I know you are the most reasonable..."
Mrs. Feng stopped her: "I won't listen."
After saying that, he told Feng Shui to feed Wei Zi to finish the porridge, and then walked away cruelly on crutches.
