Chapter 791 My wish will definitely come true
Under everyone's gaze, Dou Qingsong stood up.
The Dou family was a family of the third rank. Three generations of the Dou family had served in the army and made outstanding military achievements, which protected the Dou family's descendants. The imperial court granted them a quota for official appointment.
Dou Qingsong was the second child in his generation, so the spot naturally wouldn't fall to him. Therefore, from a young age, his mother constantly reminded him to study hard.
He didn't like reading, but loved martial arts. However, because his grandfather died on the battlefield, his parents didn't allow him to come into contact with anything related to martial arts.
"My grandfather was a general who died on the battlefield fighting against the Western Rong," Dou Qingsong read aloud, bowing his head. "I asked my grandfather's confidants and learned that he had fought with injuries. His deputy told him to rest, but he insisted on going to the front lines. He said, 'As long as the commander is alive, the soldiers' morale will remain.' Sure enough, my grandfather led his troops to defeat the Western Rong, and we won the war, but my grandfather remained on the battlefield forever… His remains were whipped and desecrated by the Western Rong and have never been recovered… The Great Yu Kingdom was stronger than the Western Rong, but in that war twenty years ago, the Great Yu Kingdom lost a general of unwavering integrity and sent a princess away for a political marriage… So-called strength is not true strength… I hope I can go to the battlefield and avenge my grandfather, but I don't know how to wield a sword, and even if I were to go to the front lines, it wouldn't be my turn…"
He probably really doesn't like reading; the whole article is written in vernacular Chinese. But it's precisely because of this everyday language that it touches people's hearts the most.
The students in the classroom all quieted down, seemingly lost in thought.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Wanwan spoke: "If you want to avenge the humiliation of the Western Rong and avenge your grandfather, there is more than one way than to go to the front line. Learn the language of the Western Rong, go deep into their country, learn their best things, and then use their best things to counterbalance them... Only students of Xiao Qin Academy can do such a thing. You are the first to do so, and I believe you can definitely achieve your goal."
Dou Qingsong opened his bewildered eyes: "Really? Is it possible?"
“Of course.” Cheng Wanwan smiled. “As long as you can learn this language well, the imperial court will send you to the Western Rong, and you will create your own prosperous era.”
Dou Qingsong clenched his fist: "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Xie. I know what to do now."
Cheng Wanwan smiled with satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment rising in her heart. Even if only one student was inspired by her class, it proved that she had not done her work in vain.
She collected all the homework and began the formal lesson.
This lesson covered Assab greetings, including vocabulary and sentence structures. She taught diligently, making the lessons engaging and lively.
After class, the students were asked to go home and write each phrase ten times, and hand in their homework the day after tomorrow.
The tasks she assigns are not difficult; her main goal is to cultivate students' homework habits.
As soon as the bell rang, she immediately stopped lecturing: "Alright, that's the end of our lesson for today. See you the day after tomorrow."
She picked up her lesson plan and stepped out of the classroom.
The classroom immediately erupted in discussion.
"I think the Assab language is quite interesting."
"Mrs. Shi Sui's class was very interesting; I actually memorized all those bird words."
"It's just that writing is a bit difficult; I need to practice more."
"I hope to get an excellent grade tomorrow."
The group of scholars and Peng Wang discussed the lessons for a while before packing up their things and heading to the dining hall.
"That kid Dou Qingsong actually left first." Li Jian said with dissatisfaction, "We agreed to unite against a common enemy, but he betrayed us."
"What, are you going to stop them from avenging their grandfather?" Pang Jie smirked. "I'm hungry, let's go eat."
Li Jian followed him toward the cafeteria, asking as they walked, "So, are we still coming to class this afternoon?"
"This afternoon, let's get down to business," Pang Jie said in a low voice. "Don't tell anyone else about this. Just five or six of us inside will know."
These five or six people are the core of their circle, and Pang Jie is the core of the core circle. Whatever he wants to do, these five followers will agree with him wholeheartedly.
Cheng Wanwan was unaware of the students' actions. As soon as she returned to the meeting room, she was surrounded by the other teachers.
While she was teaching, these teachers would occasionally pass by the classroom under various pretexts, so they naturally knew what was going on in class.
"Madam Sui is truly capable; she can keep those spoiled brats in check."
“When those children were in class at the Imperial College, they were either sleeping or talking, but just now a large number of them were actually listening attentively to the lesson.”
"I overheard a bit on my way to the restroom, and I must say, Mrs. Sui's lectures are very interesting. I even wanted to go in and listen to one myself."
"Gentlemen, you flatter me," Cheng Wanwan said modestly. "If interest is a student's first teacher, then motivation is the second. For these unruly students, liking it is the most important thing. When they don't like it, there must be a sufficient reason for them to accept the course, otherwise even if they are present, they won't really study..."
The gentlemen carefully wrote down everything she said.
After finishing her meal at the school, Cheng Wanwan took a car back home.
Although there were printing companies these days, they only printed in quantities of 5,000 copies or more. So there were no textbooks in her classes. She had someone copy 54 textbooks for her, and they just happened to be delivered to her now.
The script of Asab is completely different from that of the Great Yu Kingdom. One is square and round, while the other is winding and crooked. This made it difficult for the scribes. It took them more than half a month to finally finish copying the characters.
Cheng Wanwan flipped through the books one by one to check them. Although they were not as good as modern printed versions, they were sufficient for her needs.
Just as they were busy, Granny Qi came to report that He Xiao had arrived.
He Xiao now holds great power in the military camp. According to San Niu, he is usually so busy that he is nowhere to be seen. How could he still find time to come to her place? Is there something important?
She put down what she was doing and said, "Have him wait for me in the side hall."
Granny Qi coughed and said, "Well, Master He went to the kitchen to find that girl Cheng Fang."
The entire Zhao family returned to Dahe Town, except for Cheng Fang. Firstly, Cheng Wanwan and Si Dan liked the food from Dahe Town and wanted Cheng Fang to stay and cook occasionally. Secondly, Zhao Ergou had found a franchisee in Beijing to open a branch of Dahe Banquet, and wanted Cheng Fang, being all alone, to guide the branch's culinary skills in Beijing. For various reasons, Cheng Fang stayed.
“He probably wants to eat the local delicacies from Dahe Town, so he asked Cheng Fang to make some,” Cheng Wanwan said with a smile. “I’ll chat with him for a while when he comes back from the kitchen.”
She continued with her work, leaving time for He Xiao to come find her.
Not long after, Granny Qi came running over and said, "Master He said he has nothing important to do, so he won't disturb Madam's busy work. He has already returned to the military camp."
Cheng Wanwan raised an eyebrow and suddenly laughed: "This kid, he didn't come here specifically to see Cheng Fang, did he?"
Granny Qi said mysteriously, "I went to the kitchen and saw that the girl's face was all red. I'm afraid it might be..."
"Don't make a fuss about this," Cheng Wanwan said in a low voice. "He Xiao is reserved by nature, and he'll lose face if we talk about it. Cheng Fang is also full of worries, and it won't be good for either of them if we expose her in advance. From now on, have Cheng Fang cook more food and send it to the military camp..."
One is 31 years old, and the other is 24 years old. They are both considered to be "leftover men" and "leftover women" in this era, and their ages are still quite suitable.
Exactly, regarding this identity...
However, although Cheng Fang was a maid, she was still better than that Lady Luo, no matter what.
She was happy to see the two of them get together, but she wouldn't interfere too much.
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