Chapter 414 The Cruel Truth

Wen Zhenyi saw some soldiers secretly wiping their tears and muttering something while eating.

She didn't ask any more questions. They had been suppressing their emotions for too long. If they didn't vent, problems would arise sooner or later.

Mr. Cheng and the others were studying today's dishes. There were so many varieties of dishes today that they felt like they were full after just one bite of each.

"You made a table full of dishes just to make people miss you."

"How about I introduce these dishes to you?"

"Okay, tell me about this soup first."

"This soup is a dietary therapy called Three Whips from the Sea. Legend has it that it was a winter health dish prescribed by a royal physician for the emperor. Soak and chop deer, ox, and sheep whips. Add abalone, dried scallops, shrimp, and eggs. Simmer in a casserole over low heat for eighteen hours."

Old Master Song was amazed when he heard this: "This is too difficult."

“Grandpa Song, just consider it as a supplement for your body.”

"Then I have to drink a few more bowls."

"Dad, please leave some for us."

Wen Zhenyi looked at them vying for it with amusement, then turned to look at Cheng Lesheng: "Master Cheng is in good shape today."

"Maybe there are some delicacies he likes." Cheng Lesheng looked upset when he saw the people who were snatching food from them.

"It's going to be okay."

"Can it really get better?"

"I'm not a doctor, but I believe it will get better."

Shen Hanxing privately asked Wen Zhenyi if she had ever seen such a disease in her strange world.

He remembered Wen Zhenyi saying that there was such a disease, but there was no cure. They would gradually forget everyone around them until death came.

Wen Zhenyi also introduced to them the origins, preparation methods and ingredients of other dishes.

Lei Jiayang took all of this to heart. He planned to write it down when he got back and send it to the capital to show his parents.

Meng Yongyuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, feeling somewhat helpless: "Now I understand why they sometimes say they wish they had more stomachs."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head: "Why don't you get up and go digest the food, you can continue to eat when you come back."

"That's a good idea." After saying that, he actually got up and went walking.

Shen Hanxing smiled and shook his head: “It’s rare to see Brother Meng like this.”

“It’s fun to break their mold every once in a while.”

After three rounds of drinking, the soldiers were drunk and started crying loudly.

Chen Hanxing asked everyone not to persuade them, let them cry, and they would feel much better after crying.

Aunt You and the others cooked some sobering soup for the soldiers, and when they felt better, they let them drink it.

Mr. Song and his friends couldn't go back today, so they had to stay in town for one night.

Wen Zhenyi walked them to the door and watched them leave.

Village chief Dong Li and his men took the initiative to stay and clean up the mess, so Wen Zhenyi and his men didn't have to do anything.

The next day, the soldiers all found Wen Zhenyi, hoping to find a job that suits them.

Wen Zhenyi assigned them work. There were many things they could do with their hands in the workshop. Even if they lost their hands, they could use their feet to help pound chili powder and the like.

This is a happy thing for the soldiers, proving that they are still useful and not waste in the eyes of others.

Wen Yongman assigned them jobs.

Some soldiers who were unable to get up were arranged by Wen Zhenyi to go to the academy and tell the children about what happened on the battlefield without having to hide anything.

The soldier hesitated: “Mrs. Shen, this will scare the children.”

"These are history, not stories you made up. They have the right to know the truth. Only by knowing the truth can they become stronger."

"Is it really possible?"

"Why not? You have to let them know who paid for their current lives. If they want to live a peaceful life in the future, they must be stronger than others. Let their future enemies know that this is a place of strength that they cannot touch."

The soldier looked at Wen Zhenyi and seemed to understand what she meant. Only when a country is strong enough to make others afraid can it avoid war: "We know what to do."

Yixing Academy offers a history class that every student must take, and the teachers here are all soldiers who cannot take care of themselves.

They talked about nothing but what happened on the battlefield and in the barracks.

Wen Zhenyi also went to listen in. At the beginning, these children were very interested and would ask many interesting questions about what happened in the military camp.

When they talked about the battlefield, their faces became frightened, and some even covered their ears and refused to listen.

The soldier glanced at Wen Zhenyi, and seeing that she gestured for him to continue, he continued speaking.

When the children heard that their comrade sleeping next to them had died, they all began to wipe away their tears.

The children who were initially afraid and covered their ears and dared not listen also put down their hands and listened carefully to every story he told.

These are stories, but also hard facts.

She doesn't want them to become plunderers when their country becomes strong, but she also doesn't want them to be weak enough to be bullied. She only hopes that they can maintain their kindness, understand the horror of war, and keep war away from this world.

The soldier didn't expect that one lesson would make him feel so much, not only because it was his first time as a teacher, but also because he saw the future of the country in these children.

Wen Zhenyi came out of the school and stood in the yard, basking in the sunshine, which dispelled the gloom on his body.

Shen Hanxing knew that she was attending the school as an auditor, so she wanted to come and see her after class. She found her standing in the yard with her eyes closed: "Yi Yi, are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head: "No, I just want to feel the warmth brought by the sun."

"With such a strong sun, aren't you afraid of getting sunburned?"

"Have you gone to see Brother Lei?"

"I went there and discussed with him a relatively large barren mountain. We have already started looking for people to build it according to the construction method you and I described."

"That's good."

"I've already told him about the school you mentioned. We've discussed it and decided to build a school in a location where several villages are concentrated."

"That's great. It will be convenient for many children in the village."

"Now it's a matter of finding a teacher. However, the notice has been posted, and Jiayang has also written to County Magistrate Lei, asking him to help find some teachers."

"Actually, I think it doesn't necessarily require someone with a reputation."

"Don't you want fame?"

"If they want to gain academic success, they can send their children to a better provincial academy. To put it bluntly, the academy here is to provide children with an early education, so they can learn to read and write, and master some life skills."