Chapter 30 The Disliked Female Teacher

Of course everyone has it, and Li Ziyu is no exception.

Looking at the purse in his hand, Li Ziyu felt mixed emotions. He never expected that one day he would receive a New Year's red envelope from someone who was one year younger than him.

Just accept it, after all you are her student.

Leng Xiangbai looked at Li Ziyu's face, and finally an expression other than daze appeared on his face. He gently hooked the strings with his fingers, "Dong..."

An Rui came back from his grandparents' house in the afternoon and ran to An Xin's place, where he saw this scene.

Leng Xiangbai was playing the piano, while Li Ziyu was writing on the table covered with rice paper.

An Xin and Zhu Shijing sat on either side of the kang on the soft couch, one holding the white piece and the other holding the black piece between their fingertips, fighting on the chessboard.

What a peaceful picture it is that makes people reluctant to disturb it.

"..." But the fact is, Zhu Shijing, who hadn't made a move for a long time, was almost tortured to tears by the big devil.

*After the Chinese New Year.

An Xin accompanied Leng Xiangbai to see Doctor Su to have his hand checked.

The old doctor stroked his beard and nodded, "After so much hard work by this old man, his hand has basically recovered.

After that, as long as the injury wasn’t in the same place, he had no problem reading and writing with his hands.”

Leng Xiangbai was very happy when he learned that his hand had recovered.

Doctor Su looked at An Xin again, "Little girl, I am not ashamed of your tiger skin, am I?!"

An Xin raised her head with a proud look, "Humph! You are lucky to have some skills. If you can't cure it, I will take the tiger skin back."

"Hahaha, I won't give you this opportunity." Doctor Su laughed heartily.

*The academy will officially open after the Lantern Festival.

Uncle An was in a low mood because out of the eight students who enrolled last year, only six came after the Chinese New Year.

Two of the very good students were recruited by Cangyun Academy again.

Uncle An, such an honest man, was so angry that he secretly cursed Wang Shanchang's eighteen generations of ancestors at home.

Wang Renjie, the principal of Cangyun Academy, is trying his best to bring down Wanhua Academy.

An Xin also met a student who wanted to drop out of school.

"Are you here to say goodbye to us!" An Xin asked.

Zhu Shijing touched his nose and said, "Yes, I promised my father that I would study in the academy until I was eighteen, and then go home to manage the business."

An Xin understood that this bastard would be exactly eighteen after the Chinese New Year.

In order to increase her lifespan by five years, she promised Ergou's system to let these six pieces of useless wood take part in the county exam this year.

Two other rewards.

An Xin doesn't really care about the photographic memory and the beauty bless card.

The first reward was obviously not for her. As for beauty, she thought she looked good enough now.

She is not particularly stunning in appearance, but her facial features are dignified and elegant, which is more suitable for what she is doing now.

In order to live to the end of his life, An Xin touched his chin and began to learn the art of deception from Teacher Zhao.

"Xiao Jingjing, I know you like managing money, but do you know where the most money is and where it would be most fun to manage it?"

Zhu Shijing looked at her with doubt in his eyes and shook his head.

"Do you know who is in charge of all our Daqian Dynasty's assets?"

Zhu Shijing continued to nod, "Minister of Revenue."

An Xin: "Yes, that's him."

"He counts money every day until his hands are tired, and his eyesight becomes presbyopic from looking at too many gold, silver and jewels. He is one of the six ministers of the imperial court, the Minister of Revenue."

An Xin saw Zhu Shijing's shrewd eyes and his face showing his desire to manage money, so he took advantage of the victory and pursued him.

"Xiao Jingjing! You are too narrow-minded!"

"What's the point of managing your family's small business? As long as you work hard to take the imperial examination and successfully take that position, you will get all the money of the country, haha..."

An Xin stretched out his hand and made a move that was under his control, leaving Zhu Shijing with plenty of room for imagination.

Zhu Shijing's eyes kept flickering, and his eyes slowly brightened up, as if he had found a goal to strive for.

"Thank you, Xiaoshanzhang, you are right. I can handle the family businesses without much effort.

I should have some pursuits, not just this. Xiaoshanzhang, can I become the Minister of Finance who manages the national finances? "

An Xin almost laughed out loud, "Yes, you haven't heard that as long as the goal is clear, everything is possible."

"..."At that moment, the Minister of Revenue in the capital city did not know that someone was eyeing his position.

An Xin took advantage of Zhu Shijing's habit of managing money and tried to deceive him, and finally succeeded in deceiving Zhu.

"Pooh" What do you mean by "fooled him to pieces"? It should be said that you successfully persuaded him to the right path.

An Xin's ability to lie with his eyes open once again refreshed the young man who was eavesdropping outside the door.

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Next, in order to get them good results in the county exam, several people were exploited by An Xin and lived in dire straits.

Now all six boys have moved into the dormitory of the academy, and Leng Xiangbai is no longer alone.

Jiang Zhou, An Rui, and Liu Boxing have been assigned by An Xin to practice ten large characters every day for nearly a year, and now they are all very good at calligraphy.

With a clear mind, his knowledge has improved by leaps and bounds.

Li Ziyu and Leng Xiangbai, who originally wanted to accumulate knowledge for a breakthrough, already had more knowledge than Xiucai.

Even Zhu Shijing, who was very smart and quick-witted, was talented in studying.

*There is a self-study class this morning.

Jiang Zhou had dark circles under his eyes and lay listlessly on the table, calling out, "I can't do it anymore, who wants to sign up to skip class?"

Liu Boxing: "You dare to skip the big devil's class?"

An Rui opened his tired little eyes and said lazily: "We will die."

"Let's not do that." Zhu Shijing continued to recite silently with his eyes closed. The path to becoming the Minister of Revenue was waiting for him.

Jiang Zhou raised his chin towards Li Ziyu and Leng Xiangbai who were sitting by the window, "What do you say?!"

Li Ziyu: "Study hard and don't let your parents worry about you."

What high-sounding words.

Leng Xiangbai glanced at the desk and blurted out two words, "Ruler."

Long-term interaction allows everyone to understand what he means immediately.

"..."If you skip class, the big devil will hit your hands with a ruler.

Just when several teenagers were about to suffer from school phobia, January arrived.

Before registering for the county exam.

When An Xin asked his second uncle An to contact the students who had provided stipends for their academy's imperial examinations in previous years, news suddenly spread among the county's literary circles.

The few students who stayed in Wanhua Academy were dull and unlearned, and the most important thing was that the one who taught them was a young female teacher.

This rumor was confirmed by teachers and students who had left Wanhua Academy and went to teach at Cangyun Academy.

For a time, the literary circle in Lin'an County was filled with contempt.

The students were even more reluctant to provide guarantees for Li Ziyu, Leng Xiangbai and the other six.

An Xin knew with just a little thought who had spread the rumor.

"Fuck it, Wang Renjie, I just refused your acquisition of Wanhua Academy and made it a branch of your Cangyun Academy. Is it necessary for you to kill me like this?" An Xin cursed angrily.

When the six young men learned about this, their eyes darkened when they saw the blisters on the corners of An Xin's mouth.

(End of this chapter)