After a night of careful consideration, Yan Bing finally gathered the shortlist for his first leadership team...
Why is it a shortlist?
Because she didn't know whether the candidates in this team were reliable or not, whether she could do things...
You can tell if it’s a mule or a horse that’s pulled it out!
With this mentality, Yan Bing simply found all of them in turn and arranged a task for each of them, and directly screened them based on the results of this time!
OK, let's continue to do it!
No, hurry back to the mansion as soon as possible. If you are willing to go shopping, or catch the autumn wind in the yard. They can do whatever they want, as long as they don’t cause trouble for themselves!
Target number one person!
Third Lady, Wang Wenmiao
Target No. 2!
First disciple, Wang Wensheng
Target No. 3 person!
Second disciple, Zhao Cheng
Yan Bing called the three of them to his room together and said straight to the point: "I want to build the first nine-year school in Tongshun City..."
"School? Husband...what is...school?"
Facing Wen Miao with a puzzled look, Yan Bing just smiled and did not rush to answer. He turned to look at Zhao Cheng and Wensheng and asked with a smile: "Can you two guess what school is?"
"Is it what the master said before that poor children can go to private schools for free without spending a penny?" Zhao Cheng stood out the first time, his face full of excitement. After all, this dream has been buried in his heart since Yan Bing said it to him. At this time, it has already taken root and sprouted, just waiting for the spring flowers to bloom!
Now the master has actually said it, it is obviously time for the flowers to bloom!
Yan Bing smiled and nodded, turned his head and looked at Wang Wensheng with a melancholy face, and comforted softly: "It is normal that you can't guess. I just mentioned it to your junior brother once by chance, but I have never told you..."
Wen Sheng scratched his head and giggled, as if he was relieved.
"But..." Yan Bing still looked at Wen Sheng without blinking and continued: "This matter can only be accomplished quickly if you come forward!"
"Me?" Xiao Wensheng pointed to his nose, looking puzzled...
"Yes! It's you! The Fourth Prince..." After saying that, a bad smile gradually appeared on the corner of Yan Bing's mouth...
"You all know that I have been struggling to raise these soldiers and craftsmen recently, so if you want to build a school, where does the money come from... it is the biggest problem, but for you, this is not a problem..."
"I understand! I'll go back and get rid of all the fine and soft things I brought out of the palace! And the calligraphy, ancient books, and rare treasures I have collected before can be sold at a high price! Master, don't worry..."
"I'm so worried...!" Yan Bing put away the smile on his face, slapped the table and stood up, walked up, poked Xiao Wensheng's head with a slap!
"Who asked you to be a thing? Besides, even if you dare to sell the things you brought from the palace, someone will have to take them away!! You stupid guy!!"
Wensheng hurriedly covered his forehead and kept retreating, then looked at her and asked timidly: "Then... what does Master mean? Please tell me clearly..."
Yan Bing sighed slowly, with his hands on his back, straightened his back and continued, "The teacher will arrange a banquet for him. The ones invited... are all wealthy businessmen with good reputation in the local area. I will ask your second master's wife to go with you. I believe that appearing at the banquet as you will definitely make them feel honored and at a loss. And the specific negotiations will be left to your second master's wife!" www.81zw.????m
"Oh! The disciple understands! Master is trying to raise funds!!"
"Oh! I guessed it! Why did I say it!? It's so embarrassing..." Yan Bing shook her sleeves in anger, scaring Wensheng that he thought his master was going to hit him again, so he hurriedly took a few steps back...
Wen Miao, who was standing beside him, covered his mouth and smiled, then looked up at Yan Bing, and asked softly: "Why did your husband ask me to come...?"
"You..." Yan Bing turned to look at Wen Miao, walked slowly towards her, patted her shoulder with a small hand and said in a deep voice: "I want you... to be the principal of this first school! He also serves as a literary teacher, and Wen Sheng and Zhao Cheng are your first teachers. Mathematics, physics, nature, and chemistry. They have learned a lot from me, enough to teach these children. As for the textbook, you three will discuss and compile it back and let Yingxian Academy produce it together."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, his face was filled with pride...
After hearing this, Wen Miao was confused...
"What is the principal? What is the teacher? What is the physics and chemistry? Husband, although I am willing to help you share your worries, I don't understand what you said...I'm afraid..."
"Don't be afraid! With your intelligence... you will learn it soon. You will definitely be the best and most competent principal in the world! I believe in you for my husband! You will definitely be able to do it!" Yan Bing looked at Wen Miao with a confident look on her face, and added some force. He gently pinched her thin shoulders, hoping to help her strengthen her confidence in herself...
Wen Miao slowly looked up at Yan Bing's trustworthy gaze, then lowered his head and thought for a while. After a while, he nodded gently... and responded...
Yan Bing immediately smiled happily.
The first task! The entrustment is completed!
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"Xuekui! Xuekui!" Yan Bing slowly pushed the door and walked into her embroidery room while shouting Xuekui's name... But she was not seen in the room, except for the smell of medicinal powder and the aroma of wine in the corner of the wall. He choked Yan Bing and coughed, and quickly raised his sleeve and sang in the air...
"Where did you go again..." Yan Bing frowned and muttered, then turned around, two huge "mountain peaks" directly blurted her face, and even her breathing became difficult...
"You little girl, you think of our family, right...? Hiccup! Don't think I don't know. In the past few days, it was Wen Miao first and Ling Yue, you have been with us enough! Only we have left our family... Have you learned "Kung Fu" and you are tired of our family? You... are you... unfaithful... girl... hehehe..."
"Our family!? How much have you drunk again?? Let go quickly! I'm almost breathless!" Yan Bing pushed and shoved halfway, finally broke free from her bear hug, and quickly took a deep breath, and then gradually calmed down...
Xue Kui shook left and right, and said to her with a giggle: "Not much, not much... Our family has only drunk half a jar... half a jar! Hehehe..."
"Half a jar!? Isn't that just two and a half pounds?? Your name has changed and you can't say much!" Yan Bing gave her annoyed look and hurried forward and helped her to the bed...
But Xue Kui took the opportunity to hug her onto the embroidery bed... Yan Bing was about to struggle, but she heard Xue Kui say softly in a crying voice: "You haven't been with our house for a long time... Don't leave tonight... OK..." As she spoke, two lines of clear tears also dripped down her cheeks, slowly wetting the cotton pillow under her head...
Seeing this, Yan Bing felt soft-hearted instantly...
He hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean to neglect you... You also know... Wen Miao just lost her father, so I naturally accompanied her a little more... As for Ling Yue..." But before Yan Bing finished speaking, Xue Kui in front of her had already heard a snoring sound...
Yan Bing had to smile bitterly, raise his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and then stroke her slightly messy black hair, then lift the quilt under her feet and cover them with their bodies...