How could that be!

Just because he's a killer!

"Teacher, you live in a poor alley right now. You've seen how people at the bottom of society struggle. Don't you want to change their lives and let them know how to write their own names?"

Feng Yuwei's words struck the skinny old man like a thorn in his side.

In the past, at the Imperial Academy, the people the Chancellor met and interacted with were all of the same social standing.

They dress simply and quietly, and while their food may not be considered delicacies, it can still be fine wine and food.

But here...

A single vegetable dumpling can bring tears to your eyes.

People at the bottom of society can't even get enough to eat, so who has the energy to study?

He also tried teaching neighborhood children to read, for free. If this were in the past, students at the Imperial Academy would probably be so excited that they couldn't sleep if someone was specially taught by him.

But at this moment, the little boy would rather go out and collect cow dung.

They would trade cow dung for some coarse grains and rice bran, and wouldn't even think about learning to read.

Can you fill your stomach by learning to read?

The child immediately asked.

Not being able to fill your stomach may make an empty stomach feel even emptier!

He wanted to change the world.

Feng Yuwei continued to provoke him: "Teacher, I have money now. This money is enough for you to live on and enough for you to teach people. If you don't want to teach these ignorant children, you can open a small private school for enlightenment. You can charge less for rice and grain each month, so you can eat your fill and continue doing what you like. Why not? In three years, I guarantee you will see the world change!"

"Teacher, what I fear most is that when that day comes, I will have to draw that glorious era on paper and burn it for you!"

As soon as Feng Yuwei finished speaking, the thin old man vomited blood.

Did this disciple curse him to death?