Latest report: Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of Qidian, the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bags and school bags, this time's "515 Red Envelope Crazy Flip" is definitely worth watching. There is no reason not to grab the red envelopes, set the alarm clock~
At 5:30 in the morning, Fang Yun walked to the window of Zhang Jing'an's bedroom, heard the child's steady breathing, and then led a horse away from the Zhujiang Marquis Mansion.
At six o'clock, Fang Yun once again came to the residence of Qingjiaotou in Xinming Street, called Lao Guo, who had worked with him for many days, to a deserted place, gave him ten silver notes of 100 taels and a document with his own handwriting "Zhang Longxiang, Marquis of Zhujiang", and told Lao Guo not to do this job anymore, to use the money to treat his wife's illness, and then find an easier livelihood. If he had any problems in the future, he could go to the Zhujiang Marquis' Mansion with this document for help.
After Fang Yun gave his instructions, he turned and left. Old Guo, with tears in his eyes, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards Fang Yun's back.
Fang Yun never looked back.
Fang Yun didn't give the guy a penny.
This is the blessing of Confucianism.
Early the next morning, Fang Yun took Zhang Jing'an to Zhurong Academy, the best elementary school in Chu State.
The Chu people regarded Zhurong as their ancestor, so hundreds of years ago the King of Chu established Zhurong Academy, which originally only accepted children of the Chu royal family. Later, the student base was expanded to allow university scholars, great scholars, or noble families to recommend one person for admission every year.
Everyone in the State of Chu was proud to be educated in Zhurong Academy.
Zhurong Academy only taught elementary education, but the teachers were at least Juren, and there were many Jinshi and even Hanlin who entered Zhurong Academy for short-term teaching for various reasons. The dean was at least Hanlin, and sometimes even a university scholar.
It would be a waste of talent for a Juren to be a teacher for children in other places, but countless Juren fought for the teaching position in Zhurong Academy.
Being able to become a teacher for the most outstanding people of the future human race will bring you benefits far greater than a mountain of gold.
The carriage left Jingzhou City and traveled several miles before arriving at Zhurong Academy.
Fang Yun got off the carriage, and Zhang Jingan followed him.
Looking around, the sky was blue and the ground was covered with endless white snow.
There is a tall archway in front with the words "Zhurong Academy" inscribed on it.
Behind the archway is a small city-like academy. The academy has no high walls, only a half-person-high fence, which is big enough to accommodate nearly 10,000 children.
Even though the Chinese New Year is approaching, this place still doesn't seem deserted.
Hundreds of Mongolian children were seen jogging around the academy in the morning, with bursts of white breath rising from the team. Regardless of their status, these children were only wearing blue cloth robes at this moment.
Fang Yun nodded gently. It was indeed the best academy in Chu State. It was said to be semi-militarized. Even the current King of Chu had been beaten by the teacher. The teacher who beat him was not only not punished, but later even became a county magistrate. Now he has retired and returned to his hometown with many children and grandchildren.
"Let's go!" Fang Yun stepped forward.
There was no one guarding the Zhurong Academy, so Fang Yun walked to the entrance of the academy. He immediately felt several divine thoughts appear in the sky, and someone was observing this place with an official seal.
Hundreds of Mongolian children ran around the fence and soon came close.
A few children were sharp-eyed and recognized Zhang Jing'an. They ran and talked about him.
"Isn't that a rebellious animal... Ahem, isn't that Zhang Jing'an, the son of the rebellious species? I met him two years ago. He was quite pitiful."
"What a pity! His father and grandfather chose to be the Marquis of Zhujiang instead of being a traitor. Why didn't they kill all nine generations of his clan?"
"If they were truly traitors, their entire family would have been executed long ago, in my opinion. The rumors may not be true."
"Hehe, by the way, my brother came to see me yesterday and told me something about Zhang Jing'an. You guys definitely don't know about it."
"What's the matter? Tell me now?"
"The Zhang family is completely finished. Zhang Jing'an is actually working as a dung carrier!"
"It's too much to curse a child who is almost the same as us. The son of a marquis is digging excrement? If the King of Chu knew, he would be so angry that he would die!"
"Really! You may not believe me, but you must believe the wife of the young Marquis of Pinghai Mansion! And it was Zhang Jing'an and his son who were transporting manure together!"
"Ah? The Hanlin scholar next to Zhang Jing'an with half of his hair greying, isn't he..."
"Hush... This guy is so cruel that he killed Xiao Bajun with one sword. I heard that there are several Xiao Bajuns who want to find trouble with him! Hehe, our dean is Xiao Bajun from 20 years ago. Now we are going to have a good show!"
"Let's go, we won't run today, let's go eavesdrop outside the dean's building, maybe there will be something good!"
"At worst, I'll take ten smacks. Go!"
Dozens of children immediately changed direction and secretly ran towards Shoujingzhai. Most of the children could only watch helplessly. The children who dared to leave were all from the top families in Chu State, and most people could not compare with them.
Zhang Jing'an couldn't hear it, and Fang Yun seemed unable to hear it either. They went deep into the academy, and without even asking anyone, they walked straight towards somewhere as if they knew the way in advance.
After turning a few corners and passing a few corridors, Fang Yun saw a two-story building in front of him. On the plaque above the main entrance were the three words "Shou Jing Zhai" inscribed.
Fang Yun didn’t know where the dean of Zhurong Academy was, but when he entered the door, the strongest divine thought came from here.
The literary talent of the three realms is infinitely mysterious.
Fang Yun stood outside the Shoujing Pavilion and said loudly, "Zhang Longxiang, the Marquis of Zhujiang, is here. Why don't the people in the pavilion come to greet him?"
Zhang Jing'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. No wonder he had heard about this father's domineering nature before. He had seen it at the Gou family and saw it again today. He clearly came to ask for help but he forced people to come out to greet him.
Dozens of children hiding not far away snickered, realizing that something interesting was about to happen.
"I'm Ma Zhilong, I didn't know that Lord Zhang would come. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. I hope you won't blame me." A white-haired old man walked out with a smile, wearing a washed-out Hanlin robe and a striking jade ring on the index finger of his left hand.
Fang Yun then bowed and said, "I am Zhang Longxiang, honored to meet you, Mr. Ma. But today, as your son, I have to come here as the Marquis of Zhujiang. I hope you will forgive me."
The children in the distance were stunned. They thought that the two sides would have a conflict if they disagreed, but they didn't expect that Zhang Longxiang, who seemed like a reckless man, could advance and retreat freely.
It’s pitiful how much parents in the world love each other. If they are a little tough for their children, no one can say anything.
"Your Excellency is too kind. Are you recommending your son to study at Zhurong Academy?"
Ma Zhilong was tall and stood at the door, but he didn't even invite Fang Yun in.
Fang Yun seemed not to notice this little difference and smiled, "Of course."
Ma Zhilong suddenly asked, "How many arts does the Marquis know?"
Zhang Jing'an was stunned. He didn't know why the President of the Hanlin Academy suddenly asked such a question. It was completely irrelevant.
"I am proficient in all six arts." Fang Yun said.
Ma Zhilong smiled and said, "There is a training ground in the academy. My Lord, do you dare to compete in the Six Arts of Archery?"
"Practicing archery in the snow on a sunny day does not ruin the good winter scenery." Fang Yun said with a carefree smile.
"Please!" said Ma Zhilong.
"Please in, sir!" Fang Yun let Ma Zhilong go first.
Ma Zhilong walked in front, Fang Yun followed behind, and Zhang Jingan followed Fang Yun, thinking with his head down.
After a long while, Zhang Jing'an suddenly realized that Ma Zhilong was testing his father.
If Fang Yunyun was defeated, he would naturally leave out of shame, and would not ask for his child to be admitted to school if he did not master the skills well.
If Ma Zhilong lost, he would have an excuse. It was not that he did not want to accept Zhang Jingan, but that he lost to Zhang Longxiang and had to let his child go to school.
ps.5.15 "Qidian" is raining red envelopes! Starting from 12 noon, there will be a round of grabbing every hour. It depends on luck to get a large wave of 515 red envelopes. You all go grab them, and use the Qidian coins you grab to continue subscribing to my chapters! (To be continued.)
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